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creedslove · 9 months

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Hello! Love your writing! Could I please request a Pedro x pregnant!reader fluff please?

Javier Peña x f!reader

A/N: I changed it again, in fact I changed the entire request because I'm a little shit and that's a stated fact. But I changed it for Javi, but not just any Javi, I changed it for asshole!Javi, married lying cheating!Javi

Javier had been married to Lorraine for years when he met you

In the meantime, she'd gone to Colombia with him when he was first assigned by the DEA, but she quickly hated the country, the weather and the food and took a plane to Laredo

Which caused him to be a single agent who slept around almost as often as he changed clothes

He never really got into detail, but he was sure Lorraine also slept around back in town, she was no saint, and he knew that for a fact, after all they got married

When he returned home, he was seen as a local hero, and it didn't take long for him to get the job of chief of police, which brought him even more status

And with the status and the money he got from his DEA retirement and his job as a cop, she was more than willing to come back, flash her baby blues and beg Javi for another chance to get back together

Javi had his fair share of women and he was getting old, besides, he didn't have any hopes of falling in love ever again, so he decided to give it a go

But it got old fast, he didn't remember Lorraine being so cold in bed, she was all the time complaining of Javier's touches or finding excuses so she wouldn't have sex with him

And he soon got bored

So when the two of you met, he felt as if things had some meaning and the attraction was instantaneous

And it didn't take you too long to be bouncing on Javi's cock, or sitting on his handsome face or being pounded by him from behind

You kinda felt guilty at first for being with a married man, but anyone could tell Javier wasn't happy with that bitch, and watching the way she was always condescending and rude to everyone, walking into stores as if she owned the place, your guilt disappeared

You and Javi were in too deep to care about anything, your escapades were every time hotter and hotter and you couldn't get enough of each other

Until you started to feel sick, throw up every morning, and your period was late

You couldn't believe that possibility was becoming real

So you went to the drugstore to buy a test, and even if the result came out positive, you still didn't believe it and you went to the doctor

Who confirmed you were indeed pregnant

You cried yourself to sleep that night, terrified to what would happen now you were expecting a baby from a married man, you had no idea how Javi would react or what he would think of it

So you avoided him for a couple of days, until you couldn't escape when he came after you, demanding to know what the fuck was going on for you to be so weird with him

And then you told Javi everything that had happened

And oh boy, it felt like his world had imploded. He had never had kids with Lorraine, and he doubted they where would, and there you were, carrying his child

He was at a loss of words and loss of actions, not knowing what to do as he stared at you with the dumbest expression a human being could display

Your eyes began watering as you didn't get an answer from him, it all felt so overwhelming as he didn't say anything

"I can't do this, I'm sorry"

It was the first thing he told you. Javi was married and he did have a reputation to stick up to after all, he couldn't just leave his wife for his pregnant mistress

He saw you walking away from you and panicked, grabbing you by the arm and hugging you

Javier swore he didn't mean it that way, but he assured you he would pay for all the expenses you would have with your baby, but he just couldn't go public

You told him to fuck off and never go after you again

But still, the amounts of cash would appear in your house as the weeks turned into months and one day you got so pissed, you grabbed all the money and drove the police station, returning it all to him

Though he was afraid of a scandal, he insisted for you to take it welcoming a baby into the world was something so expensive and he wanted to be a part of it, even if it was just financially

It took you a lot of convincing but eventually you agreed, after all it was only fair since he was hiding you and your beautiful baby like a dirty secret

It killed Javi to see you from afar in the months that followed your pregnancy, he felt a mix of pride to know you were carrying his baby, but also pain, to know he was such a coward who couldn't step in and take care of his new family

It pained him to see how beautiful pregnancy was treating you, whenever Lorraine talked about how one of her ugly pregnant friends was glowing he always scoffed, but when he saw you glowing, he knew exactly what people meant

He always went pissed off when he overheard anyone make any comments on you being a single mom. They knew shit and they shouldn't be talking about other people at all

When you went into labor, he pretended he had a call from the hospital, but couldn't identify who it was, just to pretend he was investigating whoever decided to pull a prank

But he just paced the hallway worriedly and was only able to breathe relieved when he overheard the doctor say it both you and the baby were alright

And he nearly died when he found out it was a little girl

Javi went to your room after hours and watched as you and your baby slept. He wanted to hold her but he was afraid he was too clumsy for that

You woke up startled at his presence and couldn't hold your tears, asking him to leave as soon as possible as you didn't want your daughter to be attached to a man who couldn't admit he was her daddy

He asked her name and his heart broke to know her name was Analuz and if he weren't an asshole, she could be Analuz Peña

Whenever Javi had a glimpse of you pushing down the stroller around town, he would make an excuse to be around you and Analuz

His daughter was the most beautiful and adorable baby he'd ever seen, and he wanted nothing more than go home to the two of you, instead of going home to Lorraine

You finally allowed him to hold Analuz, the two of you shocked to find out she would immediately stop crying whenever she was in his arms and he always thought his heart wasn't going to take those beautiful, bright little eyes

He once got into a real serious fight with Lorraine when she was trying to gossip about people in town and mentioned something about you and your baby, and how people often said your daughter was beautiful but in reality she'd seen far more beautiful babies

And Javier was pissed

The two of them had a heated argument which ended up with Javi having to sleep on the couch

But he refused it and drove to your house in the middle of the night

You weren't happy to be awoken like that, but he begged you to see Analuz and you eventually gave in

Javi spent the most comfortable night of his life, sitting in the armchair and dozing off with his beautiful baby sleeping peacefully on his chest, rethinking his life choices and how he wished he could make things right for the three of you 💔

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A/N: I'm not gonna lie, besties, I've been daydreaming about being married!javier peña's mistress, there's something so dirty and sexy about it it makes me WANT IT

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jelluf1sh · 7 months

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I have two questions I would like to ask:

Moots?? 👀

Could I plz request L from Death Note with a reader (gender neutral) who is his assistant?

── ♱ ⋆ ..༄ ❝would you do me a favor and get me another donut?❞

★ synopsis. he's a little odd, but, well... he is the best detective in the world. and you couldn't be more proud to call him your boss.

★ featuring. l lawliet.

★ formatting. headcanons.

★ notes. unestablished relationship, gn! reader, mostly platonic and silly interactions, slight angst at the end.

꒰— ๑ author’s note. HELLOOOO lovely !! thank you sm for taking the time to ask me for this. and YES !! lets be moots <3 !! RAAAAAAAHHHH here u go first L request DONEi’m so excited i'm vibrating IN MY SEAT RN. ꒱

★彡 L LAWLIET.

L is constantly telling you that you should "hold yourself to a high standard." You're the assistant to the L — surely that merits some self-confidence, no?

Your nose is permanently stained with the scent of coffee.

The amount of times you've heard "Y/N, a refill, please" would make anyone sane question whether your boss was really a human, or just a robot on loop.

He just needs his sugar. Get him a refill. :((

Contradicting my first point, you're not very included in any serious Task Force business.

Mind you, L does talk to you on a daily basis. You're more than just an errand runner. Usually, he'll take time to ask you questions about his cases: analytical questions, the kind that make you think.

If you happen to get them right, be proud! You’ve earned yourself a prized slice of L’s cake.

If not, oh, well. You can still have a strawberry for your efforts.

Being assistant to the greatest detective in the world isn't an easy job, you know.

...Did you think I meant the workload? That's the least of your worries compared to buying all of those baking ingredients and filling your Pinterest board with cake recipes.

He'll send you a few each week, asking, "Do you think you could make this one for our next meeting?" or mumbling "This looks good, doesn't it?"

(Watari gets the same treatment, don't worry.)

Funny enough, L loves to gossip. About Light and Misa, mostly. Sometimes it's griping about Matsuda or the uselessness of the Task Force altogether, save for maybe yourself and Watari.

"...And I ask Misa all the time to be quiet, but she only ever listens to Light."

"There are times when Light just stares at my food. It's unusual. And when I offer him something, he denies that he was even looking. Isn't that odd?"

Something L will always appreciate about you is the fact that you're always close by. He's grateful to have you, his open ear.

He's grateful for the way you stay up late with him, falling asleep at his desk as he continues to work. Don't worry: he'll take some time to cover you with a blanket so you don't get sick. It's the least he could do.

L understands working under him is a bit of a task in itself, so he's incredibly appreciative for all of your loyal support.

Let's hope he's able to properly thank you once this Kira case has come to a close. ♡

#꒰🪼꒱ jelly writes.#ranpo is staring me down rn #i can feel his eyes #i swear ranpo ur such a good detective haha pls don’t hurt me #l lawliet #l x reader #l lawliet x reader #death note #death note x reader #hope u liked!! <3 #꩜ inbox. ✉️

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azreactstowormtheserial · 5 months

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Overboard [8.1-11.8]

SORRY IN ADVANCE FOR THE SCROLL WHEN YOU HIT KEEP READING

--Yeah... Sorry for not keeping to that 'one arc at a time' promise. But whilst I'm in medical-recovery mode I have nothing better to do than Worm [The Serial] my afternoons away.

And look at that! I'm 1/3 through all of the main story. At least, by Arc-No. ? My friend said come the end of Arc 8, I'd graduated from 'Early Worm'. Should I be scared or happy to be gradually approaching 'Late Worm'?

Speaking of.

ARC 8 -- EXTERMINATION

Title Accurate.

ARC 9 -- SE

Okay, okay. I'll talk about Arc 8. It's a little weird to talk about as a whole. Way easier in the moment, reacting to things as they happen.

"1 in 4 of you (at least) will die."

Tattletale "down".

Aegis, Gallant, Iron Falcon, Mr. G,

Taylor -breaking her spine -- she could have died!

And I thought I couldn't handle the stress of the inter-group dynamic potentially crumbling at the end of Arc 7. Don't worry, we'll get to that.

The endbringers are a terrifying concept. Like, what do you do? Wear it down, hundreds dying to prevent hundreds of thousands from dying, only for it to recover for a few years, months, who knows-- before it attacks somewhere else, almost unprompted?

Almost. I have no idea what it was doing, edging slowly towards Coil's base like a fucking NGE Angel. That's almost as scary.

It just, picked people off. Indiscriminantly.

Kaiser. A powerful, influential-- horrible excuse for a human being, but still, a major player-- he's just dead! Just like that!

I'd started to like a few of The Wards towards the the end of Arc 6, I think. At first it was easy to group them into a 'haha these kids don't know any better, they're really snot-nosed about being heroes'-- which feels a lot nicer a label than what's actually happening.

They're just kids! 15, 16, Vista is 13. 13! Kids that've had a traumatic past, in one way or another. Up against, and dying to, an existential threat. Sentinel really helped put this into perspective.

I'd love to talk about individual moments that I thought were cool; Tattletale's analysis of Leviathan, The truce between heroes and villains, Clockblocker absolutely stepping the fuck up and pretty much clutching the entire fight. But I need to talk about Armsmaster.

(These few lines saved me.)

ARMSMASTER. You horrific excuse for a human being. Jeopardizing CHILDREN'S LIVES, YOUR COMRADES LIVES, PEOPLE'S LIVES-- AND FOR WHAT!?!?!?!?

WAIT NO STOP NO

I absolutely hate this fucking guy. How do you ruin everything in the middle of a natural(?) disaster killing thousands.

(Did I mention Shadow Stalker is Sophia. Huh. That's interesting! I'm sure it won't come up again.)

The arc ends really bittersweet.

I'm really sorry, Bitch. Showing up and saving Taylor was an amazing moment, but that's over half of your closest family, just gone.

But, I totally called it.

I know I wanted to take a break after all that, but I couldn't just leave it at "I told her my answer." -- I had to find out what it was!! So, after a few hours of psyching myself up, I got straight into the Interlude.

ARC 8 -- INTERLUDE [COIL]

How do you beat Coil? What -happened- to Coil to give him this power? Applied perfectly, his power makes him practically invulnerable. One of his only weak points being the immediacy after closing his second universe.

I still don't know how to feel about Coil. He's said in vague terms that his plan for Brockton Bay was to improve. Taylor, I think, took this to mean that people's livelihoods would be better. People would have food, shelter, water. But it's so difficult to tell, even with a direct view into his mind like this interlude gave. All I know is that this is a plan he's put a considerable amount of time and his life towards-- it has to mean a lot to him and he has to be strong in his ideals. I only hope that he isn't utterly insane.

Because if he is? If his motives are 'evil', unjust-- if you can even say they have the potential to be just, with how he operates-- I don't know if anyone can beat him.

...

Shit.

ARC 9 -- SENTINEL

This arc was nice. The breather I needed, and was worried I wouldn't get, after Arc 8's Interlude.

I mentioned that I'd started to like The Wards a little earlier in the story, so the emotional beats really worked here for me. And even if I didn't, this arc'd easily have been a turning point.

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[Az.Interlude: Obligatory Wards (And Co.) Tier List]

Bold means #1 in each thing if there's more than 1.

S [Super :)] - Flechette, Glory Girl, ****Shadow Stalker****, Vista

A [A cool character] - *Clockblocker, Gallant, Kid Win, Panacea, ****Weld***

B [Baegis Tier] - Aegis

C [Cant Remember] - Browbeat

(Sorry Browbeat, who apparently died offscreen in Arc 8.)

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I say it's nice, but really we're just seeing a few kids grieve the deaths of their friends. Is that what 'nice' is, in Worm?

Sophia/Shadow Stalker is growing into a more and more interesting character. Though everyone got their fair share of attention, I found her scenes, like the one with Flechette in 9.2, quite interesting.

I* think something really awful happened to Shadow Stalker. *

A lot of my thoughts on Arc 9 I think are just snippets at characters I like. I really liked Weld, and felt 'kinda bad for him. He's trying his best! He's just walking into all this mess.

Vista's chapter made me cry. She's so strong for standing up to Shadow Stalker like that! And the story's tackling on trying to 'fill in' somebody's role after they've passed really hit me like a freight train.

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[Az.Interlude 2: Now Obligatory Protectorate (and Dragon) Tier List]

S [This is actually based off of the arc 10 interlude, wait for that.] - Dragon

A [Assault- Oh] - Miss Militia

B [Battery] - Battery

C [Cool? I think?] - Assault, Triumph, Velocity

D ['Dunno] - [Anyone who I haven't remembered. I don't know that many...]

F [Fucking Armsmaster] - Guess who

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9.3 was a nifty chapter, too. It's probably the only instance of a 'character are bored in an exposition-lecture' that I've actually thought was pretty well done?

Also, it's nice to get some Clockblocker characterisation. He gets a pass for his flaws because of his context. I do hope his dad ends up getting healed-- but the scenario as a whole really makes me feel for Amy/Panacea. There's so much suffering in the world, and it's -technically- preventable. Just through her. How much of a weight on her shoulders is that?

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[Az.Interlude 3: Favorite Arcs]

S - [Super Good Arc] [4. Shell] [8. Extermination] [9. Sentinel] [10. Parasite.]

A [A really good Arc] - [11. Infestation] [6. Tangle] [7. Buzz]

B [Breally good] - [1. Gestation] [2. Insinuation] [3. Agitation]

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(See what I'm doing there, by the way? Interlude Arc? Load of Interlude Tier lists? Whatever.) KID WIN ADHD TINKER REP!!!!

I think that's my cue to hop on over to

ARC 10 -- PARASITE

Okay, sure, sure-- Taylor's back, but on uneasy terms, swallowing her pride, sure--

ALEC. ALEC! I THOUGHT YOU JUST MADE PEOPLE TRIP! And I thought even how -that- power was utilized was a little horrifying. This is just... I mean. I'll talk about it some more in the interlude.

Hi Imp! It's nice to meet you! Where'd you come from? Or maybe she was here the whole time, and that's her power--

Imp's neat. I like her power, and I'm hoping we see more of her! She doesn't quite live up to the rest of the gang just yet, but, I mean-- they've been around 9 more arcs. I was wondering if The Undersiders were going to recruit some more members...

This Arc's short but sweet. An infiltration à la the bank robbery, some fights with some superheroes-- and, Dragon!!! Dragon is so cool!!! I love Dragon!!!! We'll get there!!!!

I expected Bitch and Taylor to have a proper confrontation about everything, but... She really just sabotaged her mid-mission? Taylor's beatdown of her was unfortunately deserved-- like, c'mon. You're hurt. More than any of the others, really. But you didn't even 'eye for an eye' her, you went ahead and 'eye for a head' or whatever the relevant saying'd be. I

*really

* hope she takes her up on that offer.

Everything was going alright, even if Dragon'd appeared and made the escape a little tricky. And, oh. A meeting with Coil. Maybe Taylor can hash things out, and come up with a deal that reflects her--

So. That's one way to make an impression of a new overarching villain group. What the actual fuck, Jack. The absolute balls of this reveal-- I have no idea what to make of it, and already Jack just in how he's been described in passing, and-- this-- already made me clock him as a huge threat. I can't wait to see how this goes. I'm sure it'll go great. I'm sure.

ARC 10 -- INTERLUDE [ALEC]

Alec, alecalecalec-- What the actual fuck. I really should have thought twice when Lisa clocked you as a sociopath on first sight. This chapter was scary. Even Sophia doesn't deserve that. The "breach of privacy" -- if you can even -call- it that, with how far it went, made me sick to my stomach.

It's 'kinda crazy that this is just something that continued word-for-word from an earlier chapter. What else has happened directly after Taylor's POV left a scene? What has she missed?

I'm sure this won't come back to bite Taylor in the ass.

Or that.

I think something really awful happened to Shadow Stalker. [2]

Even after all that. I still like Alec. I think. In his own, fucked up, twisted way, he's getting payback for Taylor. He just has no limit. And, I mean-- he is still a kid. That had a horrendous, abuse-ridden upbringing. I don't know. I'm allowed to have complicated feelings about the main cast!

ARC 10 -- INTERLUDE [DRAGON]

Dragon, on the other hand, is objectively fucking cool. She's not even human! What?! It's 2011! Or something like that. I'm a bit of a dork for the 'kinda stuff that the opening third of this chapter was. That it was layered with limitations, purposeful, intended ones that dig under Dragon's skin at all times-- that she's keeping this a secret from even her closest co-workers-- only made me root for her character even more. I'm hoping she's, uh. 'One of the good ones'? Is that how you'd put it? Weird considering she's a hero, but--

*Armsmaster. *Come on.

Oh, look. It came back to bite Taylor in the ass.

Taylor in Arc 11 ruminates on how she'd face losing her civillian identity. But I don't think she quite understands the ramification of it just yet. This is the beginning of the end, in that regard-- Dragon found her.

I'll try not to gush about an interlude too much just to get to Arc 11 and wrap up this post before the day's over, so I'll just leave it at:

*The conversation between Lung and Marquis was very interesting. ****I hope Amy is okay.***

Arc 11 -- INFESTATION (I haven't read the interludes yet! I thought the final base-11 was a good place to stop.)

The Merchants are pretty fucked up, huh? 'Might makes Right' as an actual group philosphy never works. And I don't think the leader's are -that- stupid. I wonder what their deal is?

And, yeah. I'll finally bring it up, Worm. You've got me. *I'm interested in whatever the fuck Case 53 is. *And so is Faultine, apparently. Let's hope they stay in touch with Lisa.

Skitter taking over her territory was rad. She'll make a great monarch! (Queen bee? Is there an insect joke you can make here?)

Whatever my views about how things should be handled, Taylor's helping people in the here and now, and keeping groups like The Merchants out. Helping families. I think what she's doing is right.

And, for once, it all works out! Not without a hitch. Or an underlying dread. Taylor being the arbiter of one of the more straight up 'bad' Merchant's fate is a little telling that her moral's have shifted, somewhat. She's more comfortable leaving someone to die than insisting they have the right to a fair trial, etc-- even if the situtation did totally call for it.

Faultline's crew showing up was neat. I don't think I've mentioned Labyrinth, actually. Her and Newter are my favorite of Faultline's crew. I might go back and re-read Gregor's interlude, just for another look at how Faultline runs things.

And, my god. Brian finally picked up some slack, after some nudging via Lisa. Good on her. The dynamic needs some work from the both of them to build up the trust they once had. But they'll be friends in no time. I hope. Everything's working out.

...

*Oh my god, No, Taylor you can't ****say it!***

Everything is going to go to shit, isn't it?

I don't want to read on anymore. Can't it stop right here? Taylor won, got her friends back? Please?

See you all on the other side. Promise it won't take as long.

#worm liveblog #worm spoilers #worm web serial #wormblr #liveblog

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twbutterfly-milk · 4 days

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WIEIAD TW: ED, undereating, cals, mention of ed thoughts+food guilt, this is your kind reminder to scroll away if this is the kind of thing that triggers you OR if you're considering/in recovery or if u just shouldn't/don't want to be consuming this content.

WIEIAD recovering from being sick and for some reason i actually had more than 2 meals today??? (Usually the absolute max) this is good ig, gonna try to be happy instead of sad abt this. I'm vegetarian btw in case anyone is wondering why there's no meat or fish in my day.

Breakfast: Had some oatmeal but instead of using a splash of milk and mostly water, i used a splash of a chocolate protein shake my grandpa bought me, i can't stand liquid cals but i wanted to try it since protein shakes are usually like THE fit thing, it was way too high cal, i did have some more later but then i gave the rest to my younger sibling, cuz it's essentially choc milk and obv she liked it so idrc. With the oatmeal, i had an apple, and recently i replaced sugar with honey for most things idk why it was kind of random but it happened so i used a teaspoon of honey to sweeten the oatmeal instead of sugar. After that i had an orange (hard to believe i used to be scared of fruit bc of "sugars" and how "calorically dense" they are, i'm still pretty sensetive with fruit but i do eat them. Ngl i think the orange was a binge bc i rly wasn't going to have it and i didn't even want it and i felt full and had knew it was just gonna add calories, but i ate most of it out of control and threw away the last two slices, felt really bad after the binge too Cals: 364

Lunch: had some leftover ig stew? It's a traditional dish called "canja" but it's essentially a chicken stew and all the other ingredients can vary quite a bit, i had half a boiled carrot, with 2tbsp of the rice and i added 1tbsp of canned black eyed peas for protein and heated it all up. Afterwards, i had about half a berry yoghurt and threw the rest away :/ Cals: 98

Pm snack: had a small slice of melon and a 10kcal zero sugar jelly, it's so good and cheap, i bought it when i was sick cuz i felt like gelatin so i wouldn't puke again but i couldn't stand sugar so problem solved. Cals:28

Dinner: had like 5 bits of colourful twisty pasta (sry idk the name of it, it's like penne pasta but it's twisted and not hollow, yk?), and another 1/2 of boiled carrot, with 1tbsp of black eyed peas and less than half a beetroot. Cals: 66

Late night/post dinner snack: immediately after dinner i got hiccups and i hate hiccups; they're terrible so i had some tea to calm down (it actually kind of worked? Thank God cuz hiccups are so painful) and a plain buiscuit. Cals: 31

Daily total: 587kcal (trying not to be too harsh on myself, especially as i was literally sick yesterday but i still feel terrible as this is more than double my daily limit, ik that's terrible). Got around 23grams of protein, which is prob not enough, i could have just had the full protein shake as it would have given me 25g of protein but i'm really scared of liquid calories.

Water: not sure exactly how much but i know i got at least 2L, prob a little over it. My goal is 3L when i do overexercise a lot but 2.5L when i do nornal exercise. When i don't reach this goal i have to have at least 2L otherwise i feel bad.

Exercise: decided to try out sprint intervals instead of long running but only managed 6mins or so of 30:30 sprint intervals, so i learnt something new to work on, increasing my resistence during sprinting. Looking on the positive side of things is always nice ♡ (≈50cals?)

Sleep: tommorow i don't have school so despite going to bed at almost 12pm i'm hoping to sleep a lot. Update, i had maybe 7hrs or so. Not enough as the amount women need is between 8-10hrs and men only need around 7-8hrs (again gonna depend on a lot of other things, don't feel bad for sleeping "too much", if ur concerned it could be a symptom of something, visit a doctor if you can cuz both being under and overly tired can be a sign smth is worng, but as long as ur having at least the minimum amount it's fine ig). Sorry i just wanted to info dump abt the amount of sleep u need hehe, but srsly i haven't been getting enough sleep recently which sucks cuz i love sleeping.

I know it was a lot of writing. Stay safe and have a good day 🩷

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moonlight-prose · 2 years

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THREE FLOORS

a/n: this idea popped into my idea last night and it was so cute i couldn't not write it. i've been deep into my torres feels lately. so why not a small one shot. even though i don't think it's my best writing, but there's plenty more coming out for him soon. enjoy! (i know the gif isn't him as torres, but he looks so good i had to use it).

summary: a compliment, a three floor ride in an elevator, and all of ten minutes can change your life for the better.

word count: 1.6k+

pairing: joaquín torres x reader

warnings: not explicit, minor cussing, a huge amount of fluff, and a meet-cute.

“You have beautiful brown eyes.”

The compliment had rolled off your tongue faster than you could hold it back. Really it didn’t sound too bad in retrospect. Except then you realized…you two weren’t the only two people around. You only wished you didn’t have to remain in the same room as him—the need to sprint out of there growing by the second. But the way to the door was blocked and there was no way you could push past him and his group of airforce friends.

“Stop fidgeting,” your friend said, glaring your way for the briefest of moments.

“I can’t,” you retorted.

You came to this party for a reason. A friend of your friend had just returned home and with him came a large group of men. All from the airforce. To say you were shocked when you entered their apartment was an understatement. You were floored. Debating on whether or not you actually walked into the correct place. But then you saw your friend and things fell into place—well…almost.

After thirty minutes of sitting on the couch and counting the different types of fake plants he had, you needed a new drink. As well as an escape plan out of there.

One cold beer and a few pretzels later—Joaquín Torres walked in. The white t-shirt he wore was tight across his chest and for a second you lost your train of thought. You’d seen pretty men before. You’d even been near them. Talking to them however—rarely went your way. All it took was for him to smile at you, the question of where he could find another beer leaving his mouth, before you made a complete fool of yourself.

Really if you looked at it a different way…it didn’t seem so bad. Men liked when they were complimented—you hoped. So, what was truly awful about you telling him that his brown eyes were beautiful? At least you stopped yourself there before you nearly let it slip that one look at his eyes and your heart had gone into overdrive. No, that would have definitely been worse.

The worst part about it was…he never responded. Instead, his eyes went wide—mouth parting slightly as he took in your words—and before you could hear him say anything, you were gone. Back to your spot on the couch near your friend; your eyes solely trained on the beer bottle in your hands. If you had the courage, you’d apologize. Explain that every now and then you lost the capability to reign in your thoughts before they were set free. Only you couldn’t even look up.

“What is going on with you?” your friend’s voice broke through the panicked thoughts that sent you into overdrive. “You’ve been squirming for ten minutes.”

Coughing, you tried to get your mind off of whatever it was that happened. “Nothing. I just…I think I’m going to go.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, clearly calling bullshit on your response. “They haven’t even ordered any food yet.”

“That’s okay, I'm not that hungry.”

A lie. You were starving.

“Okay…” She could see right through you, but like a good friend she let you make your own choice. “Call me when you get home.”

You nodded, shoving the denim jacket you brought back on. “I will. Have fun.”

It took you all of ten minutes to rush out—barely catching a glimpse of Joaquín on your way. But you did it. You were finally free and felt like you could take in a breath of fresh air at last. The scuffed up sneakers you wore scraped against the carpeted floor as you headed towards the elevator. While you hadn’t necessarily wanted to leave—it was best that you took your exit before you embarrassed yourself.

Again.

Pressing the button, you heard the echoes of the party filter through the hallway. Yeah…it was definitely better that you left early. You were never one for large parties anyways. Add the fact that you knew only one person and you were ready to keel over the second you walked through the door. What happened with Joaquín only made things worse.

“C’mon,” you muttered watching the lights at the top flip to the numbered floors. Until eventually it hit number three—the top floor.

The doors opened with a creak and you rushed on, ready to rid yourself of any further anxiety. Exhaling, you watched as they began to close; the spoils of the party already behind you. Only you seemed to be shit out of luck today, because someone’s hand shot out—effectively stopping the closed doors. They groaned in pain, a muttered fuck falling from their lips as the doors opened to reveal none other than…Joaquín Torres.

Your day truly couldn’t get any worse.

“Oh shit! Are you okay?” you asked, eyes wide as he shook his hand out and joined you on the elevator.

He smiled, effectively stopping your heart. “Yeah I’m good.”

“Why did you do that?”

He shrugged. “I—ha—guess I’m a little impatient.”

“For the elevator? I would have opened the doors for you.”

“I—didn’t think of that,” he said.

You chuckled, watching as the numbers slowly turned from three to two—the creaking echo sounding more precarious by the second. Although you didn’t really mind. Not when you were standing beside the man who clearly didn’t find your compliment odd enough to never speak to you again.

“Is your hand really okay?” you asked; the shrieking gears making you jump.

“Yeah. Trust me I’ve done stupider things.”

The assured nature in how he said made you believe that, that was in fact true. “Well next time don’t risk your hand just to ride in the elevator.”

“Well…maybe I just wanted to spend three floors with you.”

Spluttering, you tried to form a coherent enough sentence as heat spread quickly to your neck and face. A few minutes ago you were agonizing over having even said anything kind to him, and now you were unable to find something to say. After all, what were you supposed to say? The shrieking elevator came to a stop on the ground floor. The doors opened with a groan as you realized you had all of five seconds to figure it out.

Sparing a glance in his direction—you caught his brown eyes with your own and found that the best way to say anything was to not say anything.

Leaning forward, you pressed the button for the third floor and watched the doors close.

“I thought you had to go,” he said, his lips pulling up into a smile.

You shrugged. “Maybe I just wanted to spend three more floors with you.”

Once again the machine began to move upwards, the silence between you two filled with the audible pain the elevator was being put through. Neither of you cared to listen though. Not when all you could do was smile at one another—the giddy feeling of realizing you both liked each other enough to fill the void of silence. When the doors opened on the third floor, you opened your mouth to say goodbye. Only to shut it again when he pressed the button for the first floor…again.

“Why not three more,” he said, stepping closer to you.

You figured if you didn’t get the words out now—you’d never say them at all. “Look, I’m sorry about the whole beautiful eyes thing. That was weird–”

“No, no I actually came here to thank you,” he said, ending in a breath of nervous laughter.

“Oh–” Glancing at the numbers you watched the flip to number two. “Well then…you’re welcome.”

He smiled, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Nobody’s ever complimented me on my eyes before.”

“Now you’re just lying to me,” you joked.

He shook his head. “No, I'm serious.”

“Why?” It wasn’t a question you should have asked, but to you that seemed ridiculous.

“I don’t know. I’ve got pretty plain eyes. You know. Brown eyes aren’t anything special.”

“That’s not true,” you replied, nearly cutting him off. “They’re special to me.”

The doors creaked open before he could respond and this time you stepped out with him close behind. While you wanted to stay and talk to him more, you knew that the party atmosphere wasn’t your style. Really it would only make you far more anxious than you wanted when talking to him.

“I saw you talking to my friend,” he said, his hands still in his pockets to alleviate the cold breeze that came through the lobby’s open door.

You nodded. “Yeah, he told me who you were. Lieutenant Torres huh? Impressive.”

He laughed and you swore you melted right on the spot. “You’re just boosting my ego at this point, querida.”

“Apparently someone has to if you think brown eyes are so plain,” you said, smiling when he stepped even closer to you.

The both of you fell into silence once more, his eyes roving over your face—drinking in your features with a small grin on his lips. It shouldn’t be this easy to fall for someone. But there you were. Feeling your heart stutter in your chest as he simply watched you. If you had the courage you’d kiss him, but whatever strength you had flew out the window the second he moved closer.

“I should go back up there,” he said—the disappointment bleeding through his words.

“Yeah…” He didn’t move. “Unless–”

“Yeah?” he asked, eyebrows lifting slightly.

“If you’re okay leaving early I was going to get some food. Would you…want to join me?”

He smiled fully, nearly knocking you off your feet. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Laughing, you stepped away from him as he pressed the elevator button one last time to go grab his things. If someone had told you that you were going on a date after only being at the party for two hours max you would have thought they hit their head. To think all it took was three floors on an elevator to make it happen.

#joaquín torres x reader #joaquín torres x you #joaquin torres x y/n #joaquín torres #joaquín torres fic #joaquín torres one shot #joaquín torres fluff #my writing #*yearns incoherently*#he's just so #*gestures vaguely*

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croakings · 8 months

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hey i would love to hear some of your thoughts about hollow knight 👀

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>:^)

yeah i have a normal amount of thoughts about the bug game that i can go over very briefly. there will not be a wall of text under the cut

first of all i'm very sorry this is so late BUT. heart. we got here eventually.

i've rambled A Little before and i don't want to find those posts HOWEVER: to briefly revisit past thoughts i love sad stories that pull no punches and AS MUCH as i AM a card carrying resident of fort denial. i really appreciate how this is a story of so desperately trying to do good and put an end to great suffering and survive. and arguably even under the "best ending" (and unrelatedly but passionately: FUCK god home and the god seeker and ALSO. NEVER FORGET. CAN'T LEAVE HIM OUT SAY IT WITH ME: THE PALE KING) you do not get to do that. like. you start having already lost. there is no undoing it. there is no fixing it. you can only lose more, personally. in all endings other than the hardest, you EXCLUSIVELY make things worse (sorry hornet)! well yanno actually that's also arguable but. the POINT. is that it's a good old fashioned tragedy. about GRIEF and MISTAKES and FATAL PRIDE. and there is no fixing it!!! there is only letting it die and hoping that what comes next is better and worth it and good mostly just because it is at all. because it has to be. AND I APPRECIATE THAT THANK YOU TEAM CHERRY FOR THE PERFECT GAME

also themes aside and sorry if anyone has ever said this but 1) this ask prompted me to start another play through 2) i've been chipping away at the path of pain and i HAVE to comment. the white palace is a dream. right. right. unpopular opinion(?) i do not actually think pk is insane enough to fill his stupid fancy building with buzzsaws. as funny as that is or would be. it's a dream. the radiance gets people through dreams or at least. thoughts? The Mind. and this is a remnant of pk's mind. which is. fortified. because: yeah. I REALLY THINK ITS MORE. A METAPHOR. do you get me. do you feel me. ESPECIALLY with the path of pain. like. as much as the name pertains to you the player. ALSO. is it not a memory that hurts. is it not an occurrence that was really and truly the beginning of the end. an idea instilled of Weakness that no one involved could afford and that hurts The Entire Kingdom in the end: that the love was there but wasn't and couldn't be (allowed to be) significant or enough. they both had to die. PK SAYS IT, THE OVERDRAMATIC ASSHOLE: no cost too great. that includes him. that includes ALL of his children (everyone wave to the sibling pit hi sibling pit). even thk. he WAS insane for that pk love is not weakness this is why you died shriveled and alone

also like i do think. this is a little about how the gods of hallownest have to die. NOT FOR LIKE. not with any relation to Actual Theology just more in the lotr sense; their time has passed and the world can't survive them and they also very demonstrably can't really survive each other anymore either. the only ones left are unn and wl. and they both secluded themselves forever(?). idk i think a world that both outgrew and simultaneously became too small for its gods is. just really good food. that's such an interesting concept. it moved past and beyond them but that is still a loss. a world that HAD pk (and the Wyrm before him) and wl and radiance etc, where people could interact with them, where they could unilaterally shape the world around them according to their own whims and needs, how they could Fight each other if either of those things ever became competing.... ough. ALSO i will leave this train of thought in a moment but i do think it's insane how unn and the wl are the only gods to survive. unn ceded ground willingly at the beginning of all of this to wl which is tasty. and seems to have left the world willingly as well. and wl equally as tastily has taken refuge in ground she took from THE ONLY OTHER god still alive. which i do think is significant. and she is waiting there for everything to be over, not knowing what's happening or has happened. that it's already over. it's been over. and she'll always be waiting. there. alone. in a land she made her home far from what she built with pk but also didn't build herself at all. ISN'T THAT SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT

also sorry idk what you wanted Thoughts on specifically but i'm going to close this on i do actually think ghost is Not Dead. this is in another 2 ramble posts, but. i said something about a running theme of hk being that living and changing and Moving On specifically can be painful and often is and seems brutal and that it is a Loss. i think about the mantis youth journal entry all the time. AND THE GRUBS? the only way to prevent them from being eaten was to imprison them, because otherwise they would just go back. THAT'S INSANE THAT MAKES ME INSANE...... anyway so i do think ghost's body "dies". like all the vessel's bodies die. but i also think that..... the siblings you find scattered around hallownest, like. gave up. because you can't die, and ik it's a video game, but one of my favorite activities is making up lore for mechanics. i think the one in greenpath got killed by its sister over and over again and eventually there was a last time. i think lost kin/broken vessel was hunting for the truth and had found enough answers that the knowledge one way or another killed it. i think the ones with nosk really got final straw'd by that lure and then subsequently all the Actual Bodies Of Siblings Hanging From The Ceiling. i think all the ones in the sibling pit were. well 1) it could just be pk's skill issue and were "flawed" as in "more fragile" but 2) my personal theory is that if you force a bunch of literal babies to claw their way out of a hostile and vicious hole literally directly after ripping them into existence JUST TO SURVIVE like. JUST TO BE "WORTHY" OF LIVING AND "ALLOWED" TO "LIVE". personally i would be like this shit is a scam. and give up probably. and i think they did. but THEY were in the basin, where (presumably) the void society came from. so instead of fading. they uh. didn't. instead of going back to the void. they remained. those little pieces pk tore off. and gave empty shells. and i went on a tangent but anyway i don't think ghost is Done Finis Gone after the final radi fight. i think the body pk gave was just too small. and limiting. and. cruel. and that after all that ghost was just too much its own person, and moved too much past what pk had wanted and intended for that body and that life, to be able to keep the shell after. growing so much. I KNOW THIS IS A LITTLE BIT OF A FORT DENIAL THEORY but i'm serious like fr. i also do think it's still tragic!! ftr!!!!! to not be able to keep living the life you used to be able to. to pass as something like everyone else was. to be small and met with friendliness and and sometimes even joy. to have the ease of the body your "parents" gave you, of existing like they did/wanted you to— maybe even to exist in the world the same way they can at all!!!!! that's a loss. getting big. and strong. being forced to grow so much to fix and Outgrow your shitty legacy. because you're the only one who can. right then and there. OUGH.

also thk in Final Very Hard Ending. i've seen people talk about that i think hornet is like Time To Fight bc that's just her automatic response to everything. hollow is fine. to me. imo. other than the whole. damaged by hosting an angry god. thing. like i think the whole bit with their nail is just them staggering out and leaning on it and hornet is like Oh Shit as she often is. i DO think that's fine actually. anyway

ALSO i said i was done and like. almost but. GHOST MAKES ME SO INSANE LIKE. yeah!!!!!!! you crawl out of the sibling pit JUST TOO LATE!!!!!!! there only ever needed to be one of you. and there's the one that was just slightly faster. just a little better than you. just what's needed. AND YOU FALL BACK INTO THE DARKNESS. THE LITERAL ACTUAL DARKNESS. AND CRAWL BACK OUT AGAIN AND LEAVE!!!!!!! what a fucking move. you go you funky little bug. IF IT SUCKS HIT DA BRICKS SO TRUE THAT IS ALL A SCAM LITTLE BUDDY. but!!!!! it comes back!!!!!! it hears its sibling screaming and it comes back. it relearns the world it left. all its terrible history and secrets and past. and it stays!!!!!! because it got to leave!!!!! and you know who didn't???? who never got that choice???????? that life???? that Growth? [NONE of its siblings actually but specifically] thk! just slightly better. just slightly faster. not allowed to live, just for that. told thought. feeling. life is a weakness. has it anyway. is triple double decker doomed for this. and you save them!! insane!!!! insane!!!!!!

anyway fr i'm done that's all those are my immediate Thoughts. if u have any questions comments or concerns. my askbox is still open :)

#answered #anon #hollow knight #sorry again this took so long lol................................... as always. my bad.#also just gonna throw this under #*#on rereading this is literally just not coherent um. sorry. today i give you nothing. tomorrow? who knows!

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Be Careful What You Wish For

Hey, all. I hope you are well. This idea came to me while I was coming home from a shopping trip. I had the song "Would You" by The Vamps stuck in my head, and this just came to me so I decided to share it here with all I really hope you like and I am opened to feedback or if you have any ideas of your own I would like to try and write them for you all I'll do my best.

I have decided to do this in these 2 parts as I didn't want it to be too long. Here is part 1 of the fiction story please enjoy reading it and stay safe happy reading .

Warring: Does have some cursing and anger, too

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Things were not going the way you wanted in your relationship for the last few weeks. All you did was argue with your partner.

You knew how busy his life was, and of course, you understood that there was no way you could stop him doing what he loves best which singing and entertaining people bring love and happiness to the fans all around the world honestly you loved seeing the joy it brings him.

Lately, things have been hot and cold with your relationships, but you had hope that things would get better in time, of course.

On a warm sunny day, you both decided to stay home. You had housework to do, whereas he had a few new songs he was working on, and for that to happen, he would need to be fully focused. The smallest amount of noise would tip him off. That was why whenever he was in his studio, you would keep the noise levels down.

You tried to be as quiet as possible as he put some clothes in the washing, and once that was done, you laid them out on the drying rack to dry.

After a couple of hours, the house was quiet, a little too quiet, which wasn't normal. You were on the kitchen counter getting some college work done as in a few days you had a deadline coming up and you wanted it done before so then you could spend time with your boyfriend.

You then decided to take a break as it was lunchtime. You didn't have any breakfast as you had a lot to do today. A thought came to your mind that maybe you and Brad could eat together just like you used to. You were sure that he hasn't eaten either or slept it worried you.

Before you wanted for, you decided that you wanted to order food instead, so then ordered from your favourite restaurant, you a regular customer. You decided to order a large pizza, yes, not the nost healthy option, but you were craving.

15 to 30 minutes went by with a wink of eyes, and your delicious pizza had arrived. You over to the door of the studio where you were busy working away. You knocked, no answer, but you went ik anyway with a plate your hand.

"Hey baby, sorry to disturb you, though you might be hungry"

You said while walking in the room. Brad had a pen in his ear and was on the piano with with he's glasses on. He was focused.

"No, I'm not hungry"

Brad said, very bluntly, not even taking one moment to look at you. His eyes were glued to the piano and computer in front of him.

"Love, you have to eat dis you even bother having breakfast"

You insisted.

"What part of I'm not fucking hungry did you not understand? I can't eat anything now alright, so why waste your bloody energy"

Brad snapped at you and didn't like it one bit. The way shouted it left you flabbergasted he never spoke to you like that, but recently, you have known for it to be a common new behaviour from him.

"Sorry for actually caring about you. I thought you would be hungry"

You quietly argued back, but in reality, you wanted to scream at him.

"If I was hungry, I would ask you, did I ask you to get me anything? No don't think I fucking did I'll eat when I want now please just leave me alone have to get this song done"

Brad snapped again, and this time, you left the room without saying another word to him. You left the of the food not really fussed if he eats or not you just couldn't care less.

Eventually, he came out of the studio, but you tried to take no notice of him. You carried on typing up your work, but the tension was there, but your attention was on your computer screen doing the same thing that he did to you after a couple of hours before.

"You angry with me (Y/N)" ?

He asked in an angry tone. You chose to ignore him and carry on. Of course, you heard him loud and clear, but you were not in the mood for another snap at you. Brad leaned against the counter table, watching his eyes not leaving you for a moment.

"OK, that wasn't rude at all. I asked a question, and you're not going to answer me wow"

He said.

"Whaf do fucking want"?

You answered back and yet didn't make any eye contact with him but fustration and anger were still there.

"And she finally speaks. Are angry with me? That's all I asked you"

He said.

"Well, what do you think Bradley"?

You ask now you were making eye contact with him.

You could see the anger in his eyes and saw it in you too, but he only avoided it.

"I told you I was busy and had deadlines to finish the song and didn't any disturbance from you"

His began to get you, everyday you had to tell back tears cause of his anger and hurtful words. He wasn't a bad person he was just going through a difficult time, but it didn't mean that it gave gave him the ordasity to take put that anger on you.

"You know what, Bradley, I can't keep doing this, I had fucking enough. I can't do that anymore. You don't want to be disturbed fine your on your own now"

You slammed your laptop and grabbed your car keys. You needed to get away from him.

"Wait what the hell are saying? Your leaving me is that right"

He's got louder and so did yours.

"I had enough of you taking your anger out on me, I'm not fucking punch bag. I love you honestly, and truthfully, I do, but I can't keep doing this with you it's draining"

You explained to him. Brad came in front of you, blocking the doorway.

"Wait so your leaving me (Y/N) are fucking serious leaving me"?

He said.

"I don't know what I'm going to do, cause your not the man I fell in love with. I need to go for a drive so get the fuck out of my way or I'll scream"

You tried to push past him, but there was no way he was going to let you pass.

"Answer this. Are you going to come back?

He said.

"Please get rhe fuck out of my way"

You said.

"Answer me first, then I'd let you go"

He said.

"Don't have time for bloody games you idiot get of my way"

You both started shouting at each other, and there was no surprise there it was coming, and you knew it was.

"Not until you confirm that you are coming back to me"

He demanded.

"Get in to your bloody head I don't know"

You said.

"Fine, go, go on, but remember this love don't even bother coming back. You're better off dead to me anyways"

His words repeated in your head, the shock hit like a tone of heavy bricks. You never thought he would talk like this he wasn't the man who you thought he was. Yes, before he was treated like royalty, gave all the time in world made you feel safe every night as he suffered from a nightmare.

The love he had for you was slowly fading away no matter how hard you tried to hold on to it, but this time, this was the last straw, and you just had it up to here with it all...

#brad simpson #brad simpson imagine #the vamps imagine #bradley simpson #bradley simpson imagine #the vamps #brad simpson x reader #bradley will simpson

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Hello once again and thank you for response!! Your analysis was very interesting and insightful! After observing and reading up on more analysis, I’m convinced about Jaedo. I am definitely in luck, they are interacting so much more this comeback which I am really appreciative of. Any guesses why Jaedo decided to not hide anymore though?

I can’t deny I had some difficulty wrapping my head around it ((not only Jaedo but NCT friendship dynamics as a whole)) at first as I’ve mentioned, I have followed these boys for 4 years now and have grown attached to the friendship/brothership portrayed on screen. They have helped me pull through difficult times & I love their music.

Which 127 members do you think are close to one another though, I read your response to another user about observing members when they are not acting out before cameras, but I can’t quite figure it out so sorry, do you mean like during vlives?

I’m curious though, does it ever tire you to constantly look out for details/behaviours of the people around you and figure their intentions/mood?

so sorry for asking so many questions, hope you have a great day!! 💚

Welcome to the club.

Just think about DoJae not as idols, but as two collegues working at the same company. How many people find partners at work? Lots. Especially it is common among scientists, musicians, actors, sportsmen (figure skating), dancers (ballroom dance). Remember the actor couples you know. And how actors are different from idols? The latter spend even more time together and have more opportunities to get to know each other and develop feelings.

My only guess is that whatever threat they had in the past was dealt with by the company. In addition, Jaehyun kissed a girl on screen, Doyoung had three fake romances (one musical, two tv-series) - their straight images are more secure.

Even now they are cautious (in comparison to how they were in 2018), slowly working on the "original nest baby" story (hyung-dongsaeng).

I really rejoiced when I saw the moment when Johnny pulled out Jaehyun's poka and Doyoung immidiently grabbed it to look at it and talk about. Doyoung did the action with zero caution and no second thought, the way he was before.

As I often say, fans have different definition for "friend" and "close friend", so it's hard to discuss the topic calmly. They are all "nakama" - comrades, a team (Jungwoo even wants to get matching tattoos), however, they have their own aspirations and future plans. Some want to stick together no matter what, others are more interested in getting a family and an outside work group of friends. For example, Yuta wants Japanese friends, he often meets with some other Japanese idols/vloggers and befriended the cast of his movie.

I think when fans talk about idols being close friends and comparing to their own experience, they forget that they (fans) meet their friends outside of home (at school, or once a week/a month at a party/cafe), while neos spend 24/7 with each other. There were a lot of divorces during the quarantine, because some marriages couldn't withstand the pressure of the whole family packed in one flat for weeks. Idol friendships are under constant stress: cohabitation, journeys, practices, ambitions, envy, etc. Doyoung used to be very angry at Taeyong for always being late to dance practices. Mark and Haechan had to learn how to tolerate each other. Doyoung used to say that he can bear Haechan only in certain amounts. Yuta openly says he can't stand Haechan for long and needs a break from him. It is not fun to share a room with Taeil for Haechan because the oldest falls asleep early and Hyuk goes to bed with birds chirping. Jungwoo complains that Doyoung is not fun to hang with (if it's not for food). When Kun roomed with Ten and they had a fight, Kun left in the middle of the night to go sleep with Hendery.

Take Johnny and Doyoung. They both like each other well enough. However, Johnny isn't the one to plan, while Doyoung needs to control everything. Johnny wants attention to his persona, Doyoung doesn't have the time. Johnny's idea of fun is to drive off in a car, leaving his friends in an unfamiliar city all alone. Such behavior drives Doyoung crazy. Johnny can't have an English speaking friend in Doyoung, the Korean doesn't understand American humour as well.

We don't know the reason Doyoung got offended with Johnny and Ten, but it took more than a year and a half to patch things back to the norm. Doyoung is that resentful, and Johnny not being in a good place mentally during the pandemic didn't help either. They had to work and look friendly despite being frustrated with each other.

Jaehyun-Doyoung-Haechan-Taeyong make an obvious core group now. Do, Hyuk and Tae want to stay in SM and in 127, Jae didn't express his thoughts, but he will follow Do's decision.

Jungwoo-Mark-Yuta-Taeil make another group, less tight, but compatible and affectionate with each other.

Mark became closer to the core group again recently, so now he is between the two groups.

Johnny doesn't have a group and it's his pain. If you observe him you can see that he singles out neos one by one (Doyoung, Taeil, Mark, sometimes Haechan and the rest) to spend time with, other times he is alone, plus Taeyong tries to pay attention to him.

Johnny tried to live with DoTaeHyuk, when 127 moved to the new dorms, but moved out in the end. Maybe in part because of Jaehyun constantly visiting the bf and staying some nights, maybe because of the tension with Doyoung.

On screen JohnDoJae make a good trio, but in reality it is always JaeDo+thirdwheeler. Only Hyuk and Tae managed to add themselves by force. And their success heavily depended on Doyoung favouring them, plus Jaehyun not minding them (and he does mind Johnny near Doyoung).

As for observations of relationships. You can zoom in on a particular pair, go to their stans, watch compilations, read facts about them, their comments about each other. Then test the knowledge by paying them attention in lives/programmes. For example, it is hard to see that Yuta and Taeil are anyhow close. You need those rare moments, when neos call them a couple married for 30 years and when they confess that they are comfortable rooming together, so never change their arrangment (Yuta probably lives alone now, but in the past the two roomed for several years non-stop).

Walking in parks, waiting during long shootings or during make up time is the best time to judge who is close to whom. Neos go to sit or play with their closest friends. On the background, not holding a camera. Although self-cams count as well. We all know how Jaehyun likes to film Doyoung at any given opportunity.

I need to focus to notice details, that's why I take longer to accumulate info about other neos (and often with the help of other fans), to understand them, as I usually look at JaeDo. I'm attentive to behaviour by default, I'm a person who zooms in on a bird or a spider the moment I notice a movement in my periferal vision, so it's not a special chore to do, it's similar to just watching.

I analyse for fun, it's what my brain needs to do to not be bored. Like a runner needs to run to feel the high. I need to do cognitive exercises (but not very difficult, no math for me, heh).

I do not pay attention to people in real life normally, I don't even look into the eyes (I'm worse than Jaehyun with socialising), but I've recently developed a habit of instead of reacting to people's actions emotionally in self-protection, to think right away why they do what they do. For example "this person is whiny, because he/she is tired or is worried for this and that, just be patient". And sometimes I tell myself "It is boring to listen to this person, but get into a lesson mode, maybe there will be some practical information or a new perspective on things".

My brain type can't be emotionally empathic, but can be cognitively empathic, i.e. learn the right behaviour for a given situation. Jaehyun does that. I'm learning as well.

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rosewould · 2 years

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mortal sin; nct dream

chapter four; keep your demons close

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warnings; suggestive themes, strong language

preface; this is the most we've seen of Joohyun I think, what do we think of her? I'd love to hear your thoughts <3

Oh my... I've eaten a week's worth of food just this morning, yet my stomach is still growling! Pregnancy has been... interesting to say the least. I didn't mean to snap at Hyeonhok. He was only trying to help me, I feel so horrible about it. It doesn't make me feel better that I "can't control it", that's an excuse! He still personally delivers every meal I request with a smile. I'm so wracked with guilt I don't know what to do with myself. I'm very close to locking myself in a closet until the baby is born.

I didn't need a reward to finish my research, but the promise of reading a few more pages of this diary made me more eager to finish. Whether it was the media I consumed growing up or my morbid mind, I couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen to this woman. How did her diary end up in a library, one in this realm at that? If she isn't a demon, this is all the more troubling. Despite the foreboding nature looming over each page, I was completely immersed. Oung's writing is captivating. Her emotions flow through each word like I'm directly experiencing everything she describes. She's bubbly and theatrical, reminding me of someone special.

The thought shoots me straight back to my final year on Earth. It felt like hours of me sitting there, visualizing the bloodied box that slashed at my chest each time it flashed in my brain. I cradle my head in my hands. Why did I have to look in that damned box? No matter how many days pass, I never stop thinking about if Minkyung intended for me to see that.

I stare down at the aged diary, drifting into space and hoping Oung is okay.

"...that takes us to current day, when Lord Taeyong is crowned Lord of Devildom. Things are a lot safer now and the capital is thriving more than ever. Buildings are less of an eyesore and the city looks more modern. He made changes to the laws by adding a lot more. Before he was appointed, the amount of laws added up to a single digit number." Mark points to the screen with an unnecessary pointing stick. I had already known all of this. If he would just let me and Joohyun help we could've been much farther ahead. We're the strongest group, yet we haven't even started.

"This lecture was really helpful actually, I'm guessing this plays into your plan to get this realm on our side...?" I raise my eyebrows, throwing the ball in his court. I knew he didn't have an actual plan yet, he just wanted to flex his painstakingly extensive knowledge of the Telestial realm. Hopefully this gets him to get on with it while making it seem like his idea all along.

"Oh. Right. The plan..." Mark stammers and I withhold the urge to groan. Joohyun yawns beside me, stretching her arms into the air.

"It's getting late! Maybe we should pick this back up tomorrow morning."

I gawk at her incredulously. It was only midnight, and we were seriously behind. We need all the time we could get.

"Are you seriously tired? Ha! I could stay up until the sun rises, even without coffee. I understand if you need to rest, though. Meeting adjourned I guess." Mark shrugs.

"I'm sorry, last night was a long night. I needed to make sure I was caught up with you guys." Joohyun smiles apologetically. "Let's make it up by meeting early tomorrow morning!"

"I can't tomorrow morning, but we'll figure something out." Mark sighs as he walks both of us to the door. "Next time I'll make sure to tell you my plan, you'll love it!" He pushes us out of the door before shutting it in our faces. Both of them are rushing to end the session as if we're not behind.

I turn to Joohyun and nudge her. "Hey, was that another trick I didn't pick up on?"

"Oh, no! Don't worry," Joohyun waves her hand, "I really am tired. I'll make sure to do what I can behind the scenes."

She starts to walk away but I stop her by pulling on her arm. She looks down at my hand with a blank stare.

"I don't know about you, but I don't want to stay here forever-- this school thing or the Telestial realm. Finishing this project will get us closer to getting out of here."

She laughs, still staring at my hand. "I can't believe you grabbed my arm."

I blink at her. "Sorry, did I come off as rude? I didn't mean to."

"No, it's not that... it's just that beings are usually afraid to even breathe incorrectly around me."

"Really? Huh."

Joohyun definitely seemed sketchy, but scary? She was a small, regal woman. Maybe her stately aura intimidated people. "I don't find you scary at all."

"You don't strike me as the type to be easily frightened." Joohyun acknowledges. She should see me when Renjun is around.

"I'd say we both have good impressions of each other." I smirk, only faltering when I realize that's technically a lie.

"I guess that's true. If I'm honest, I don't think that way about many people here." Joohyun lowers her voice, flashing an awkward grimace.

"You know what? I feel the exact same way." I admit apprehensively. "Perhaps we're judgemental."

Joohyun shrugs. "Just one more reason we're compatible I guess." She raises her eyebrows before walking away.

Every day brings another interaction where I click with someone. It was worrying that both those people weren't the most polite beings, but it made me feel a tad more comfortable. Being able to have a conversation where I wasn't constantly trying not to die or flatter a narcissist was a breath of fresh air. Even if it might be a trick. I have to keep in mind that Joohyun is scarily good with those.

Right now, what's important is getting this plan sorted. A quick trip to the vending machine wouldn't hurt. As I rounded the corner I heard voices getting closer.

"What did he say?"

"He said it was an excellent plan and that he might pick ours. No one else is even finished yet."

Standing in front of the vending machines are three men. One I didn't recognize, YangYang, and the devil himself.

"No one else is finished?! Not even-" The unfamiliar man's eyes land on me. "the teacher's pet group."

Renjun and YangYang both turn to look at me. YangYang greets me while Renjun stands up straight, growing more rigid. I sigh, clenching my eyes shut. "Is that the name everyone is calling us?"

"Yikes. Sorry prototype. I'm Baekhyun." He extends his hand with a tight-lipped grin. I accept his hand. So many people to meet.

"Prototype is yet another name I have to worry about." I laugh awkwardly.

"At least that one's 100% a compliment. You should be honored!" Baekhyun pats me on the shoulder, much too comfortable with someone he just greeted seconds ago.

"I try, but I'm not totally sure what it means."

"Thanks to you we don't all have to be starved." YangYang laughs. I laugh back, my amusement coming off rather unconvincing as I put the pieces together. First the phone, now this. Am I really getting the short end of the stick here?

"Aw come on. Like I said, it's a compliment! You should've heard Taeyong gushing about how strong-willed you were." Baekhyun says.

"I guess. I just wish there was another way he could've found that out." The last thing I needed was to starve again I thought.

"Anyway, it was nice meeting you, Prototype! We gotta go fine tune our plan. I'll see you around." Baekhyun salutes.

"That's right, you guys are finished. Is this your group?" I ask.

"Correct. We'd be the top group if Mark weren't wrapped around Taeyong's finger." YangYang rolls his eyes.

"We're a bit of a letdown. We have no semblance of a plan." I admit regretfully.

"I can't say I'm surprised. Mark can't take his head out of his ass long enough to be productive-"

"Easy." Renjun finally speaks since he saw you.

YangYang groans. "Fine. But all I'll say is I feel sorry for you. Mortal to mortal."

"I'm sure I can figure something out. Thanks for worrying, though. What's your guys' plan?"

"Good question! Our plan is to-" Baekhyun prepares to present it theatrically to do their grand plan justice when Renjun stops him.

"Nice try. Figure you're own shit out. Let's go, guys." Renjun unfolds his arms before grabbing his drink from the machine and leaving.

"Yeesh. Sorry again, Prototype." Baekhyun glances over his shoulder before following Renjun. YangYang lags behind for a minute, staring at him incredulously.

"What's his deal?"

I laugh loudly. "Seriously? I think we all know by now." I slowly quiet down when I notice YangYang staring at me. "Wait..."

"What do you mean?"

Do other people not know? Is there a reason for that?

"I mean, he's always been a little uptight, right?"

"No, no, no! Don't switch up on me. You know something don't you?" YangYang narrows his eyes at me with a smirk.

"I just realized you might be friends with Renjun and might not want to talk shit about him..." I shrug. It'd be a miracle if he believed this. Where's Joohyun when you need her? He gives me a knowing look and I sigh.

"You noticed the 7 deadly sins, too?" He whispered.

I start to respond but end up frozen with my mouth open like an idiot. I look up at him in defeat. "I didn't even notice, Taeyong had to tell me."

"Wow! Taeyong was talking about how you were smart, but now I'm starting to doubt his judgment."

"To be honest, I don't blame you." I mumble.

"Hey, teasing isn't fun if you submit so easily. I can tell you're smart, but if you're really smart, you'll keep this between us and the demons." He steps closer, glancing around as he lowers his volume. Why would YangYang care about that?

"That's cute, you care about the demons."

YangYang scoffs. "Yeah, sure."

That can't be the reason. So what's his deal? I can't help but note his closeness with Joohyun. The next morning I find myself monitoring them. YangYang looks to get along with his group, chatting and laughing naturally. On the outside, it would seem like Joohyun is doing the same. So neither of these observations should be trusted. It'd be best if I try a different approach to figuring this group out.

What I couldn't understand was why they were pretending to be close to the demons. YangYang looks to be best friends with Renjun, and you'd think Joohyun reciprocated Mark's blatant crush.

"So far I only have one group with a concrete plan. We're nowhere near the deadline, but I expected more groups to at least have an idea of what they were doing." Taeyong reports, doing little to cover up the disappointment in his voice. "To be fair, a lot of you are new to this realm. Telling you to win over largely unfamiliar beings was my bad, so today we'll be learning about demons." Taeyong scans the room as he pushes a button. He turns toward the picture of biblical demons and points his stick at them.

"Thanks to Terrestrial literature, this is the most common depiction of demons. Hellish creatures that thrive off of the torture of sinful humans. We have had no contact with humans for hundreds of millenniums, so it's best you wipe this from your brain going forward." He clicks to the next slide, showing a group picture of demons. Some of them look familiar enough to blend in with humans, other are similar to the form Renjun sported that day in the hospital. I peer over at him, seeing him whisper to YangYang as he gestured toward the screen.

"Demons are not as different as you may think. Besides their abilities, the major factor at play is environment. Past rulers gave demons little to no rules or laws, so they internalized that nature. They adopted it as part of their identity." Pity was oozing out of Taeyong's words.

"As of now, demons may not be the most receptive to rules or being told how to think, but with a tiny nudge, they could see the upside in reforming. So instead of searching for a way to just muzzle the demons, frame it in a way that sounds pleasing to them." Taeyong squints with a nod. "In other words, dip the medication in peanut butter." He winks.

Taeyong claps his hands together. "Now with your groups, try and figure out a plan better suited to modern day demons!" He orders before turning to switch off the projector.

"Oh, one more thing,” He swings back around, “this is a test. In the future, it would be in your best interest to become efficient public figures. There's only so much I can do as one lowly demon."

It's no use. Mark is a lost cause.

"I'm sorry, did you just say we should promise the demons fewer restrictions if they comply?" I blink, mouth agape. Mark smiles, utterly oblivious to how idiotic he comes across.

"Absolutely. Cover it in peanut butter, remember?" He quirks his head to the side as if he were speaking to a child and I just about lose it. I open my mouth to chew him out but instead I exhale slowly.

"Mark," I start, hands hanging in the air, searching for a gesture that helped form my thoughts, "what you just suggested isn't dipping meds in peanut butter. That's telling the dog you're gonna give him peanut butter, only to hand him a dry pill. In other words, lying."

"Lying? Pssh! That's not lying! In the world of politics, sometimes you have to bend the truth to get the public on your side. Like Lord Taeyong said, they can't see the upside of reforming so we have to show them."

"Hmm," I feign confusion, trying to stifle my unbridled rage as I bite my lip. "I'm not sure the demons will be happy about you lying to them, Mark." I all but growl at him.

"By the time they find out they'll already be distracted by how much better life will be! Don't you understand? What don't you get-"

"I completely agree with Mark." Joohyun steps in before I blow up. "The demons don't know what they truly want. They need help to get there."

"Exactly! Joohyun gets it. You know, Joohyun shows up to the meetings less and claims to be behind on her research, yet you're having a much harder time."

"Okay, that's it." I slam my hands on the table and push up from my chair. Who knows how many demon cocks I'll have to suck to navigate this hell hole, but I'll be damned if I play a tiptoeing second fiddle to an incompetent egomaniac. "I'll make my own goddamn plan."

"W-what?!" Mark shoots up as well. "Hey where are you going?" He yells after me as I storm away. I turn briefly to address him with a clenched jaw.

"I think you should worry about your plan, or lack thereof, you're gonna need all the time you can get." I cut my eyes at him before turning back around, shoving the doors open. The judging eyes weren't in the forefront of my mind, just how I was going to manage this. What Taeyong wants is a public figure, so that's what he'll get. Group or no group. I find myself in the nearest bathroom and rest my hands on the sink. The sensors trigger the water, the noise of it hitting the sleek, black ceramic fades into the background as I look in the mirror.

My fingers trace over the area my scar should be. Seeing it again really solidified its absence. It feels like my sins from when I was alive were erased, and I was given the chance to start anew.

I hear footsteps thunder into the bathroom. "Hey. There you are." Joohyun peers in before walking toward me. She looked upset, and she wasn't masking it this time. "What was that in there? I had it under control."

I exhale as I stop leaning on the sink. "Don't take this the wrong way, but... did you?" I start, giving her a wary look. "I feel inclined to trust you, but I sincerely think Mark is a lost cause."

"You realize he likes me, right?" I nod and Joohyun continues. "Sometimes emotions can sway even the most rigid people. We can use that to our advantage. Mark told me he has connections to the higher ups in this realm. He's a valuable asset. Once I have him wrapped around my finger, it could mean smooth sailing for us."

I ponder for a moment. "What would we do with said asset anyway? We only need to manipulate him for this assignment."

"Just imagine the possibilities. Access to confidential information, stronger connections than other groups, and more resources. The brothers, including Mark, have better tech than we do." Joohyun leans in with steady eyes trained on me. I clench my eyes shut. That damned phone.

"God! I don't know how much longer I can tolerate that idiot." I groan, throwing my head back.

"I know he can be a headache, but remember what I said. Emotions can sway even the most rigid people." She steps forward again, giving me a stern look. "It doesn't matter how smart you are if you let your feelings control your actions." The longer her stare lingers, the more her words permeate in my brain.

"Ow! Jeno-" NingNing hisses. Jeno pulls away, his heart melting at her big eyes and pout.

"I'm sorry Yizhuo, I always do this." Jeno sighs before letting his head fall forward. NingNing sighs, rubbing her shoulder that probably had teeth marks indented into her soft skin.

"It's okay. Maybe I just need to grow thicker skin." She beams. Jeno looks up, untensing under the light of her smile. "Let's go to my room, yeah?" Jeno nods, making NingNing grin. "My bed is far more comfortable anyway."

"Good point." Jeno pulls her skirt down and fixes the seat of her underwear before tending to his own disheveled appearance. NingNing sends her hands through her hair before looking at Jeno.

"Do I look okay?" She asks, voice hushed all of a sudden. Jeno holds her face in both his hands, bringing her lips closer to plant a quick kiss on them.

"You look adorable. Let's go." He grabs her hand, but as soon as they leave, she slips it from his grasp. Jeno ignores his heart and the way it ached the entire walk. Just another petal wilting off of a dying flower. NingNing pushes her door open, and Jeno can feel his growing excitement replacing the ache. NingNing gasps, slamming the door back. She whips herself around, giving Jeno an alarmed look.

"What?!" He whispers.

"YangYang is here!"

"Oh, great." Jeno rolls his eyes as he grumbles.

"Hey! Don't be like that. I'll just be a second, okay?" NingNing whispers with a pleading look. Jeno looks apprehensive. After pausing to think, he sighs. He knows how this usually goes. The person stumbles across Jeno, they ask what he's doing there, and Yizhuo gives him the look. As if to say 'don't mess this up'.

"Should... should I just leave?"

"What? No!" NingNing rushes to grab both his arms. Jeno softens his expression.

"Look, it's okay. We can always hang out later." He ruffles her hair with a crooked smile. She sighs before nodding softly.

He nods back, although it seems more for himself than anything. "See ya, Yizhuo." He leans forward and presses a kiss to her forehead before giving her a tight smile and leaving.

NingNing didn't know how to tell him she wouldn't be able to see him later. Joohyun told her to clear her schedule for the rest of the day. The next fifteen minutes were all she had. With a huff, she opens her door again and is greeted by YangYang's smug smile.

"Who was that?"

"Jeno. We're partners for the project, so..." NingNing's voice gets softer, wincing at her own words as if it wasn't necessary.

"That's lucky, isn't it? You get partnered up with your crush." YangYang's smile gets wider at Yizhuo's reddening face and wide eyes.

"What did- I don't-"

"Oh don't worry." YangYang stands from her bed with a grunt. "I won't tell Joohyun. Just don't do anything stupid, K?" He peers down at the Celestial before cocking his head to the side. NingNing swallows hard before nodding frantically.

"Good." He says with a pat on each of her shoulders. "Now come hang out with me, I've been waiting for you for ages!" He drags her back out of her room, making their way out of the building.

"Where are we going?" NingNing asks, growing nervous as they push through the doors. He stops walking to step in front of her before leaning forward.

"To party." He whispers before chuckling.

"Party? Joohyun would kill us!"

"That's just one more thing we'll have to keep secret from her." YangYang tugs at her hand again but she pulls away.

"No, she told me to clear my schedule earlier. We're having another meeting."

He stops for a moment, shutting his eyes to better focus on his thought process. "Okay... so Tiffany, right?"

"Yes...?"

"The airheaded human?"

"YangYang." NingNing scolds.

"Just tell Joohyun that she dragged you out for a project thing, but she lied and you got stuck at one of her crazy parties." YangYang shrugs.

"That's a horrible plan. Besides, any plan that involves lying to Joohyun is a bad one."

“You’re right.” He sighs, propping his head up with his thumb and index finger. “Okay, new plan. We never went to a party. We were following a lead on one of the brothers! We need to look for one anyway.”

Dread stirs in NingNing’s stomach at the mention of spying on the demons. She was trying to put it off as long as she could.

“Why the silence? This is a perfect plan! Two birds one stone, we get to relax and let loose, and we get Joohyun off our back about these damn brothers.”

NingNing picked at her brain for a response, but it was too focused on begging her not to do this. Not only was she lying to two people she cared about, but she would even be ditching one of them to do this.

“Hey, Yizhuo.”

She looks up when YangYang places his hand on both her shoulders. He snorts at her shocked expression. “Don’t overthink it. Whatever you’re worried about, I’m sure it’s not the end of the world. You can always work it out later.”

NingNing looks down, considering his advice.

“Plus, don’t you want to take a break for once?” Says YangYang with desperate yearning, “And I don’t mean thirty minutes. Losing hours without stressing about finding them.”

Finally giving in, NingNing rolls her eyes exaggeratedly. “Fine! Let’s go.”

“Yay!” YangYang uses his grip on her shoulders to shake her in excitement. He drags her once again, skipping into the neon-drenched night.

"Fuck- Why am I doing this?" I sigh, lowering my fist. All I have to do is knock on Mark's door. That’s all. Or, I can turn around and leave and come up with my own plan. That would definitely feel better.

But what if Joohyun’s right? I do want to get out of here as soon as possible.

I gather myself and stand up straight, knocking firmly on the door. Time to get this over with. Of course, I could've been done sooner if Joohyun let me apologize sooner. Apparently that wasn't realistic. Mark swings open the door with an expecting look on his face.

“Hello.”

“Hi, Mark…” I start, already losing confidence.

“I see you’ve given up on your own plan already.”

This little-

I catch Joohyun’s eyes behind Mark. She raises her eyebrows. Fine.

“Yes. It was much too hard. I need your help.” I swallow my pride and force a smile on my face.

“Good. Because we need you too.” Mark says before clearing his throat. He ignores my shock and steps aside. “Come in.”

“Joohyun.” I greet her dryly, more focused on communicating with my eyes. She notices my confusion and acknowledges it with a smile.

“Hey. Take a seat.” She stands from her own to pull out mine. I look around as I sit down.

“Joohyun and I spent an entire day brainstorming, and we came to a decision.” Mark speaks once both of us have settled. “We want you to be in charge of coming up with the plan.”

Shock is the first emotion I experience. Mark said “we” and went through an entire two sentences without being a cock. Then the confusion was back, with a hint of annoyance.

“I’m kind of lost on the reason you put me in charge.”

“Joohyun brought up a good point. You seem to get along with the demons pretty easily.” Mark reflects, as if double checking his memory. I chuckle.

“I’m not quite sure about that. Also Mark is a demon.”

“Yeah, but they don’t get me. Even my own flesh and blood doesn’t.” For a moment, Mark expresses an emotion I didn’t think he had the range to. What was it, maybe regret? It came and went too fast to be sure. “Not to mention I’m no bona fide demon. Even if you’re faking it, you seem to get them. Keep doing whatever Chenle saw you doing at the restaurant.”

I was already planning to do so, but the burden of coming up with my own plan felt heavier with their judgment. I could already hear Mark’s “notes”. I might be here for a century. And Joohyun, well she’s a smart woman. She surely has high standards for a plan that will have her name on it.

“You may be right, but I don’t know. I think it would be better if we conjure up a plan together.”

“And waste all our time deliberating over piss-poor plans? Listen, Mark and I tried. We failed to come up with a plan that we were confident would win over Devildom, let alone the entire realm.” Joohyun reaches across the table to rest her hands on mine. “We can’t possibly come up with a sound plan without knowing what a demon truly wants.” At this point, Joohyun’s words were just to throw Mark off our scent, because she was giving me a look that told me to go along with it.

“That’s… a good point. So if I’m coming up with the plan, what will the two of you be doing? Won’t it be boring?” I could be acting overly cautious, but it was better than risking Mark thinking I’m insulting him.

“Maybe for a while, but we’ll keep each other company.” The look Mark gives Joohyun catches me up to speed on her plans to woo him. “Once you’ve come up with a base plan, we’ll work on fleshing it out together, then we can distribute tasks from there. We’ll have to test the plan before it can be set in stone.”

Mark’s words really put into perspective how much work we have yet to do. If only I was put into another group. Even coexisting with Renjun seemed better than this.

“But before that, make sure you have a plan B and C. Just in case Joohyun and I don’t agree on the first one. For now, think of us as a council of sorts.” The thought of that seemed to please Mark greatly judging by the goofy grin on his face.

“Sounds good. Hey, what do you guys think about cutting this meeting a little short? I’d like to get started as soon as possible.”

“That sounds good as well! Meeting adjourned!” Mark shoots his finger into the air.

When I entered my room the last thing I expected to see was Jeno without NingNing.

“Is she in the bathroom?” I cautiously close the door behind me. I know he can’t help it, but the last thing I wanted to see was him sniffing her underwear. Thankfully, he wasn’t. In fact, he looked a bit down.

“No, I was just hanging out in here. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. I’m not gonna be here for long anyway.” I assure him as I peel off my suffocating blazer.

“Oh, are you going to that party too?”

I pause my rushing for a brief moment. “Party? No, I was gonna work late at the restaurant.”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Renjun’s not in the library tonight.”

“What?” I completely freeze and look at him in disbelief. “Why not?”

“He wanted to look over the restaurant. He’s been acting really weird lately. Extra paranoid.” Says Jeno regretfully. “Sorry, I know you actually like to be there… for whatever reason.”

I drop my arms exasperatedly. “I need to go to the restaurant to interact with demons. Understanding them is a key part of the assignment.”

“Ah, you’re right. Well, maybe you could do so at the party. My roommate’s girlfriend is throwing it. She’s popular with the demons so they’re bound to come.”

“It’s not really my scene,” I start, thinking of excuses. “why aren’t you going?”

“Honestly, I wasn’t because I wasn’t in the mood, but I don’t have anything better to do.”

Jeno makes for decent company, he could make it less unbearable. With Joohyun’s words swarming in my brain like angry hornets, I let out a loud groan. “Okay. I guess I’m partying tonight.”

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 2 years

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Also because I am still so obsessed, any commentary from Thirty Minutes To Change Your Life!!!!

Please 💜

And finally hitting the other one. 🤣I'll try not to comment on the whole fic, but I'll definitely hit the highlights. This one is becoming surprisingly popular again, so I'm glad to get the chance to talk about it.

Okay, commentary below the cut and has been bolded to not get confused with the actual fic.

So first thing I think I should point out...this was my first fic entirely from Thorin's POV! I usually prefer Bilbo because I connect with Bilbo more, but writing awkward, misunderstanding Thorin was too much fun to pass up!

When Dwalin had the bright idea to open up a throwing axe bar right out of university, Thorin thought he was crazy. Never mind the level of lawsuits and liabilities he was opening himself up to by mixing axes and alcohol, but he wanted to put it at the base of the mountains to get cross traffic from Ered Luin and Hobbiton. Both were small towns with an equal amount of tourist traps. Hobbiton with their gardens and food-related festivals; Ered Luin, high enough for skiing and snowboarding.

I had just visited my first axe bar at this point, and had so much fun but immediately thought of Dwalin.

Thorin leaned against the bar top to where he could watch the axe stations as he waited. Dwalin was relatively busy for a weeknight, but Thorin could afford to stay out late. Dis was taking the boys skiing this weekend, and he did not have to go into the office the next day.

As he was absently sweeping the room with his gaze, he caught the eyes of a little button-nosed blonde sitting with another man at a table next to the bar. A “hobbit” from the look of him which was a slang term those in Ered Luin made for the people living in Hobbiton.

I really couldn't resist. 😆

He was pretty though, and most likely younger as gray hadn’t quite taken to him like it had Thorin. Still, it had been longer than he would have liked since he had last dated, and she had been a bore.

I love bi!Thorin. In fact, I HC him that way in most fics I just rarely get the chance to show it off.

He shot the hobbit a smile that had the other man ducking his head in embarrassment. Thorin mentally shrugged. Oh well, they were probably on a date anyways, and Thorin had just made an ass of himself.

“Oh, is that so COUSIN BILBO!”

Siggy is the best wing man. I hope everyone caught that Bilbo had been checking Thorin out since he walked in.

Thorin chuckled and took a drink of his beer for courage. He’s learned that asking people out at bars takes a bit of strategy. Going for the nonchalant play, he decided to walk by their table until he found a point in their conversation where he could jump in. It works well for him most of the time. Only this time, he heard something that nearly had him stop cold.

Okay, this. This conversation right here is the whole reason why I chose to write this fic. I had one of those Character A/B prompt starters stuck in my head, and it was "Character A overheard a conversation from Character B and completely misread the situation". Sounded like perfect Bagginshield material to me.

“You say this every year! You’re not going to jump, Bilbo.” The cousin groaned.

“Nope. You won’t change my mind this time, Siggy. I’ve got nothing to lose. I’m doing it this time.”

They wouldn’t be...there’s no way they would be talking about that so casually in a bar. Suddenly, all thoughts of hitting on the man went out the window as Thorin was riveted listening to more and making sure he wasn’t hearing what he thought he was hearing.

“Bilbo, I love you, but you’re not going to do it.” The cousin scoffed.

“Do you know I’ve promised myself every year since Mom died that this year will be different? I can’t keep living like this, Sig! I’ve just...I need to do this.”

“NO!” Thorin roared, spinning around.

Both men jumped in their seats staring at Thorin warily. Smooth, that was real smooth.

“What I mean to say is I couldn’t help overhearing and just...give me thirty minutes. Thirty minutes to change your life.”

And there you go, this was the entire section that I based an entire fic on. It wasn't until after I had finished writing that I realized with a sensitive topic like suicide, I didn't want people to think that a) I was trying to make light/make a joke out of it or b) be super scared that this fic was going to have some hard edges to it. Because it really was meant to be a fun fic of misunderstandings, but I liked that Thorin was the kind of guy that when he did hear something that sounded like this he was going to try and help. So the disclaimer was born!!

“Well, you are off to a marvelous start.” The hobbit lamented.

But what do I make them talk about now?? Was literal thoughts in my head. It seemed to work out well.

Thorin chuckled. “Give me a break. This isn’t exactly a conversation I expected to have when I woke up this morning.”

This is funny when you realize Bilbo isn't really talking about suicide.

“My little brother got leukemia back in our teens. I remember that helpless feeling well.”

“Yes!” Bilbo agreed. “Helpless. That’s a good word for it. I could never explain to my family why I couldn’t stay in the house when she became bed-ridden. Did your brother…?”

To kill Frerin or not...the struggle in any modern AU...

“He’s fine.” Thorin assured with a smile. “Little idiot is backpacking through the Mistys right now. I told him I would pay his way, but he said ‘this is a journey that must be savored and experienced naturally’ and then proceeds to send me selfies from every dance club he manages to worm his way into.”

And I chose to not. 😆

Alright skipping down a little ways...

Thorin was most assuredly careful. He had carefully picked out his blue button-up and black slacks. He had carefully combed his hair and trimmed his beard, and more importantly he had carefully applied just the right amount of cologne. The whole time he had to remind himself that this wasn’t a date. It couldn’t be a date, ever. That would be the definition of ‘fucked up’. So, he tried to convince himself that he was just trying to make a good impression all the while sinking deeper and deeper into the pit of self-revulsion.

Yeah, in my head I didn't plan this part out very well and I was like "please don't let Thorin come across creepy..." Because the whole point was he was initially attracted to Bilbo. He wants this to be a date. But he also really thinks Bilbo in going through a hard time, and it's not exactly the best point to jump into a relationship. So there's this back and forth between, I like him and I want to be a really good friend to him.

“You’re here.” Thorin declared.

Bilbo couldn’t even get another word in before Thorin had him wrapped up in a hug. The smaller man froze with a soft ‘oh’, and then ever so hesitantly returned the embrace.

If I'm Bilbo, I'm thinking that Thorin is the most awkward hot guy ever, and little does he know...he's completely and totally right. Good news, awkward and shy works for Bilbo.

Bungee jumping. Bilbo had been talking about bungee jumping. Heat burst to Thorin’s face and he contemplated the quickest escape route.

And finally the reveal! I'm still grinning ear to ear reading this scene, but I definitely was writing this scene.

Bilbo’s brows furrowed at Thorin’s words, and it was rather unfortunate to the taller man that Bilbo was a quick study. His eyes suddenly widened.

“Jumping…” He murmured under his breath. “Did you think…?”

Thorin gave him the most pitiful look imaginable, and Bilbo couldn’t take it another second longer. He laughed. He laughed long and hard while Thorin hid his face in his hands. In fact, Bilbo’s was so tickled that his laugh changed from the rich and musical sound he had come to enjoy to a maniacal, wheezing bark that had most of the restaurant looking at them. Thorin had already drained his wine as he mentally calculated how many years it would take before he could show his face in Bombur’s again.

HA HA HA HA HA!! Do I enjoy torturing my characters? Yes, yes I do. This is certainly a date neither would have forgotten no matter which way things turned out.

“Perhaps, we can start over? I’m Thorin Durin, an idiot who listens in on parts of cute men��s conversations and jumps to the worst possible conclusion.”

Relief appeared in Bilbo’s face as he accepted the handshake enthusiastically. “I’m Bilbo Baggins. I find overconfidence and endearing idiocy very attractive, although I would advise you to choose your words more carefully. I knew someone once who seemed to think ‘jump’ was an automatic cry for help.”

Impromptu line that seemed to somehow be everyone's favorite. 🤣 My sister proofread this fic for me and asked me at this point if I was sure I didn't want to change the name to 'Jump'.

Thorin couldn’t help laughing which got Bilbo started up again as well. It took them forever to actually order any food, and yet it was the best date of Thorin’s life. Looking back years later, both men agreed it was the moment they fell in love with the other although they wouldn’t admit such a thing to each other or in the privacy of their own thoughts for many months after. In fact, their initial meeting was never brought up again. When asked how they met, it was simply ‘in Dwalin’s bar’. Thorin’s own family didn’t know his shame…well until the night of his and Bilbo’s wedding.

“So, I said, ‘what? He’s straight?’ And this great brooding idiot goes ‘no, suicidal’.”

MAN! Thorin was so close to getting away with it. But this is what best friends are for. I really enjoyed wrapping it up with their wedding. Even though this was a cute little world, I didn't see myself revisiting it for a sequel and so I wanted to show off all the scenes I wanted out of it.

The crowd erupted into laughter as Thorin listened to his best man’s speech warring between how to dispose of Dwalin’s body and resignation to the jokes he will be privy to at every holiday on both sides for the rest of his life. Bilbo, his wonderful, perceptive husband, lay his head on Thorin’s shoulder with a soft chuckle.

“I know, Dearheart, but think of it this way: those thirty minutes were truly life changing. For both of us.”

As Thorin turned his head to the man he wouldn’t be able to live without, he caught Bilbo’s lips in a quick kiss. He agreed completely and besotted. Best ‘jump’ he ever made.

Aww, aren't they precious? 🥰 I had such a blast reliving this experience. It is funny that Razzy's two favorite fics of mine have been the last day of my Birthday Plot Bunnies so I'm glad they made good birthday gifts! 😂 We'll have to see if Ghost of a Chance becomes a new favorite...👀

#sunny answers stuff #the hobbit #bagginshield #ask me for commentary about our fics #thirty minutes to change your life

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tiredsalaryman · 5 months

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11/26 (Sun) TS blog #5

Good afternoon. 🌧

This is Tired Salaryman Tim. 🙆‍♂️

Getting to do the things I really want to do. Cleaning, laundry, grocery, cooking, all on a Sunday afternoon.

Today's rank: 6

Today's fortune is likely in consequence of the night I had. I was playing FFXIV when my best friend called me to catch up on shop talk and other things. It lasted for 6 hours according to the log lol. This is quite typical of us, although not as of late.

I mentioned before that my best friend was on a romantic manifestation kick. After being rejected by me, they went in pursuit of one of their peer acquaintances who could have been my twin brother but were also rejected by them. Now they have sworn off romance until they are around 30 so they can focus on their career first. Life is never boring for them, at least.

We spent some time analyzing my fortune and I think we were too hasty in deciding things. They purchased for us a Babbel lifetime subscription which was on my wishlist for a while. The Babbel site is known for its orange theme. But after sleeping on it, maybe it wasn't that. Maybe it was the orange gapp called Wegmans where I did my online grocery shopping.

They urged me to use this time in my life to learn the languages that I wanted since I have so much free time now. I know I will use it, I'm just a little regretful at the consumer pricing although it is a fair amount for a lifetime service. I hope my Italian will get better so I can impress the coffee shop owner down the block. He is an old man whose espresso machine is half my body and thrice my weight. I want to one day be able to say more than just "Buongiorno signore, un cafe, per favore. Grazie."

A little more about this old man. I don't know his name. I only went to his cafe once because I was never on time for him to open shop. He opens his shop later in the day and I am likely sleeping at that hour. It is really only a 5-minute walk.

The shop is decorated with Marylin Monroe paraphernalia. The food display is empty and full of junk. The only people who frequent it are Italian senior citizens and middle-aged relatives or coworkers. There is a backroom full of people just playing cards. You cannot do take out. He does not accept cards or anything fancier than cash. There are only 3 things on the menu:

Cafe - $2.00 Latte - $3.00 Cappuccino - $3.00

You get what you get and it is delicious. I'm starting to regret giving away my espresso machine. I need good coffee if I want to live long and don't become dumb.

Thinking about all this, I need to cook the potatoes. It's unrelated, but I just remembered. I also forgot to buy milk. Ah.

Another thing that was orange was a bento full of leftovers I cooked last week. Caramelized bell peppers with Italian sausages from Gianelli's. I wasn't too impressed with the sausages, but that's likely my fault for getting the Mild spicy instead of Really spicy. I will try to get that next time.

I made blueberry lavender tea for myself and Roommate N. The container of Manuka honey I used was orange. The Republic of Tea and Wedderspoon are the brands for this.

When I videocalled my stepmother, she was telling me about all the goodies she got at the grocery store ie. Chocolates and other snackings. Then she yelled at me to stop touching the knives I was sharpening with my fingers. She was scared for me and her blood pressure went up lol. I said, "Yes ok sorry I am just used to using my fingers to test sharpness." I did have a sheet of paper next to me to test it properly, and I showed it to her.

My stepmother is looking forward to me visiting in January since it is her birthday. And because I missed coming to this year's holiday events at home, I promised to visit them again at the end of next year once I have more days off saved up. I just couldn't do it this year because of my new job. I'm glad my nieces and nephews asked for me. I did miss them, and I felt a little nostalgic at the group photos my stepmother sent me.

In other news, a new photo released by NASA with the James Webb Space Telescope: Sagittarius C (NIRCam)

The star-forming region was revealed about 300 light-years from the Milky Way’s central supermassive black hole, Sagittarius A.

Highlighted in blue, our astronomers are still theorizing the process and cause/effect of these particular protostar gas emissions. This begs the question of whether clustered galaxies like these are likely to form within the center of the Milky Way or in the fringes of its spiral arms? The answer yet revealed will be another step in understanding the origin of our universe.

Article Source: Link

#tiredsalaryman blog #cafe #italian #babbel #journal #coffee #tiredsalaryman art #Spotify #dear diary

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timeoverload · 8 months

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I'm not sure what to think right now. I don't know what you want from me. I'm not going to go on Saturday if you are going to send me mixed messages. I'm not going to be mad if you don't want me to be there that day. I don't want to push you to do something you don't want to do. I'm just confused because I thought you wanted me to be there. I feel like I'm being extremely clingy and annoying so maybe I should just wait 2 more weeks. I do want to spend time with you but I don't want anyone to be stressed.

We may have a telepathic connection but that doesn't mean I can read your mind all the time. I know I'm not always right either. I wish it was that simple. It's so strange. I don't really understand how it works and I have been trying to figure that out for a long time. I don't know how to explain it to anyone.

I'm not sure what I said that upset you and I'm sorry. I know I say stupid stuff sometimes. I just want to clarify that I haven't told anyone about all of this except for the people that read my posts. I was referring to other people on the internet when I said that everyone thinks I'm crazy. I wish I had a friend that I could talk to about it with confidentially but I don't so I guess I will keep talking to myself. I don't think a therapist could help me in this situation either. I have a feeling they would try to put me in the psych ward.

I'm not intending to do anything to hurt your business's reputation because I enjoy going there and I care about all of you. I'm not trying to get anyone in trouble so that's why I haven't said anything to anyone.

I have been thinking about things all day and there's probably more that I need to say but I literally can't focus anymore. I'm sorry again for being a crab. I know I'm not always easy to get along with sometimes. I hope everything gets better soon. I love you Maxwell! 💖💖💖

Today kind of sucked because I couldn't get 5 minutes of peace. I'm socially drained. I have been doing so much teaching. It's nice to be talking to people more but my head is throbbing now. This morning was pretty slow-paced for me but it was super busy this afternoon because I had 3 rooms going. The second to last eye case turned into a shit show and they had to bring in another doctor so it took almost 2 hours. I got to leave before they started the last surgery because they didn't bring the patient back until after 6. The surgical tech doing that case was kind enough to cover for me and clean up when they were done so I wouldn't have to stay longer because I was already there late. I didn't get home until 6:30.

I haven't done much since I got here because my body hurts. I had to put my feet up for a while because my ankles are so swollen and I think I need to get some new compression socks.

I have been pretty good about eating enough lately and I feel like I've gained a decent amount of weight. I'm just not hungry right now and my anxiety is making it feel like my stomach is in knots again. I got food from the cafeteria for lunch and I don't think that's helping because it was bad. Sometimes it's really good and other times I feel like I'm eating prison food. It has made me sick before. I bought a blueberry muffin earlier and I will probably just end up eating that for dinner. I guess it's better than nothing.

I'm really tired and I stayed up too late again last night but that's nothing new. I need to try to relax and get ready for bed soon so I probably should stop rambling. I hope tomorrow is better than today. I will keep trying my best to stay positive even though it's really hard right now.

Thanks for listening to me. I hope everyone has a wonderful evening. 💖

#personal

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pseudocitrus · 5 years

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date // arima x eto

for @kingkishou‘s birthday. this is belated, but happy birthday!! thank you for being my friend this past year and i wish you so much good fortune and health in your year ahead! <3

~1300 words, no content warnings. excerpt:

One day, they plan out all the next year’s meetings in advance. Arima agrees readily to it, and when Eto begins listing off the dates he simply listens, and nods, and when she frowns at him and asks if he can really remember each one without taking notes, he simply repeats each date and time back to her.

“Don’t worry. I’ll remember,” he reassures her, misinterpreting her deepening frown, as usual.

“I’m not worrying,” Eto tells him. Sometimes the amount of empty space he has in that head of his just bewilders her.

“It’s better for us to leave no trace.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll remember,” he reassures her, misinterpreting her deepening frown, as usual.

“I’m not worrying,” Eto tells him. Sometimes the amount of empty space he has in that head of his just bewilders her.

“It’s better for us to leave no trace.”

“Don’t parrot me.”

It was her idea in the first place, to keep all correspondence between them face-to-face. There are only some times she feels something like “regret” about it — uncomfortable times — like when she has nothing to do but turn on the news to see if there’s any report on the Reaper. Or when Arima looks away from her to check a message on his dove-white device. Or when it’s one of the two-week stretches between their meetings, and she finds herself watching human girls on the subway smiling down dumbly at their phones.

Just this morning one of them had been right next to her, carefully filtering blurry photos: the morning sun, a dog, an unimpressive skyline, a plate of gleaming cooked meat, a dog again, a set of empty dishes, a dog again, a cake topped with fruit and candles, a dog again.

“Are those all the dates you have in mind?” Arima asks.

“No,” Eto says. And she tells him the last one.

:::

Of all of them, it’s the most unusual date. Her selections strategically avoided not only the usual predictable swells of CCG and ghoul activity, but also the other meetings, the secret ones.

“We have a meeting less than a week before that date,” Arima told her, to which she replied with a shrug.

“So? Are you busy on that day?”

“No,” Arima said. He added, for some reason, “Of course not.”

“I didn’t think so. Let’s meet then.”

So, they do.

It’s not the usual place. And it’s snowing. And it’s crowded, but Arima spots her easily, perched on one of the railings by the statue of a dog, and she slides down wordlessly when he arrives, and pats the snow off her skirt, her tights, her boots, her scarf, the faux fur lining of her sleeves and hood.

“I’ve never seen you wear so much clothing,” Arima remarks, because it is true, and her huff condenses into so huge a plume that her glasses fog. Frankly, until this moment it hadn’t even occurred to him that she owned this many garments.

“Hungry?” she asks.

“Is a restaurant an appropriate location?” he asks back.

“Depends.” She looks him up and down. “You like to eat meat, right? Probably? There’s no other way you can build all that muscle otherwise, right?”

“I do eat it.”

“Good.”

The place she leads him to is packed, but Eto smiles and chimes her name to an attendant — “Takatsuki” — and they are led through the crowds to the rear, where the attendant removes the “Reserved” sign from a grill embedded in a small table. They sit. Around them people are chatting, yelling, laughing raucously.

“It’s too loud to talk,” Arima says, and by the third time he says it Eto hears it well enough to say “Then don’t.” She peruses the menu, which is yellowed and sticky.

“Do any of these stand out?”

“Stand out?”

“Do you want one more than the others?”

He looks down. He flips the menu over and over, but both sides just seem to list of different types of meat. “I don’t know enough to make a decision,” he says.

“Let’s just do the special then.”

The platter comes out not too long later, with a couple of beers, which Eto ordered after surreptitiously glancing at the other tables. The special contains several varieties of meat which to him all look pretty much the same. The attendant sets a flame into the grill and leaves.

“Alright,” Eto says. “Go ahead.”

“Go…ahead? And cook it?”

“Sure. Unless you want to eat it raw.”

“Can we?”

“We probably shouldn’t.”

They look at the platter.

“I’ve never done this before,” Arima says.

“Well…” Eto reaches for a pair of metal chopsticks, straightens them against her palm with a grimace. “It can’t be that hard, right?”

:::

It is. It’s only about halfway through that they get the hang of it, sort of, which he would like to think is admirable progression given the almost-immediate realization that neither of them have really cooked anything quite like this in their lives. Eto laughs when she realizes it.

“Stupid,” she says. “I didn’t even think it was possible the god of the CCG wouldn’t even know how to cook himself a meal.”

“Do you?” he asks. and then, before she can reply — “That one’s done, remove it!”

“Is it? It doesn't look done.”

“The ones of that size appear to be finished after a minute and forty-two seconds,” Arima explains hastily, but of course by the time he finishes saying it a minute and forty-nine seconds have elapsed, and Eto has to saw the black parts off with a chopstick before she pops the piece into her mouth, triumphant, and suppressing a cringe at the heat.

They manage to eat about a good amount of meat that way, yanking it in panic the moment the edges start to blacken; and the rest, the charred bits, they attempt to gnaw and then decide to dispose of quietly in the coals when the waitress isn’t looking. They nurse each belligerent spitting piece down until it looks like they’ve devoured most of their meal, rather than just half.

“It probably would have just tasted better raw,” Eto sighs, when she counts out money for the bill. But it’s nice, really, that it was warm. He barely feels the cold when they gather their coats and exit, the sun set now, and the falling snow turned golden and red by the city lights. Suddenly, he remembers, with a blink. For a while — in that room, in the clamor, in the heady bitterness of soot and alcohol in his mouth, in the strange but casual focus on grilling — he’d…forgotten.

He straightens his coat.

“Are you ready to talk now?”

“Almost. There was only one thing I wanted to talk about anyway.”

They return to her apartment, where Eto immediately sloughs off the majority of her clothes. Arima picks up her coat from the entryway and shakes the melted droplets of snow from it before removing his own coat and shoes and picking his way inside. They meet here rarely, but whenever they do, Eto always visits her fridge for a snack. He’s surprised to see her still open the fridge door even after eating another meal, and is surprised further when what she withdraws isn’t a plastic container, but instead a white cardboard box.

She clears a spot on her kotatsu, and gestures for him to sit. He tucks his knees beneath the slowly heating blanket and watches as she turns the box toward him and gingerly opens it. It’s a cake, topped with out/of-season strawberries, and a placard on it made of chocolate. He recognizes her handwriting from her autographs, and from the crookedness he would expect from someone who has written a lot of things, but not with frosting.

It reads, messily: Happy birthday.

She lights candles. He stares at it.

“You have to blow them out,” Eto says, and he replies, “I know.”

“Are you thinking of a wish?” she asks, with a snort.

“No,” he says. “I’m just looking at it.”

“It’s very nice,” he says, after a while.

Eto moves herself beneath the blanket as well. The table is so small that their knees touch. She pulls the covers up to her shoulders, and sighs.

“Too bad we can’t take a picture of it.”

“It’s not necessary,” Arima tells her. “I’ll remember.”

And he blows the candles out.

#arieto #arima kishou #eto #mine #tg #i remembered belatedly that you don't really eat meat....;;;;;;;;;;;#but it's so late and i couldn't really think of another food......i...hope this amount of description is ok :'D;;;;;;#<3

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hello! 👉👈 may i ask for ritsu and mao w/ a rlly affectionate s/o hcs? thank you ♡

Another insanely cute request, omgawd. nays serving~☆ I'm so late on posting so I'm working on all my request tonight and tmr!

♡︎ — mao and ritsu with an affectionate s/o!

‣ tws / cws: none !

‣ reader: gender-neutral - they/them.

‣ author's note: it's kinda funny, bc Mao.. and Ritsu .. yk?.. not funny? oka... (╥﹏╥)

☆ — RITSU.

Usually, he’s the over-affectionate one. He doesn't know what it feels like to be doted on since he's always been the one doing the doting and half the time it's unintentional. ( unless you count mao's constant attention to him bc he randomly slept EVERYWHERE back then. )

He was technically like an oversized cat, giving you unwanted affection & attention whenever he felt like it. Or whenever he wasn't sleeping on you. And In health-wise, probably a koala with how much he sleeps. His way of affection was sleeping with you.

At first, he was... Neutral— not suspicious, not shocked of anything. But he did make some remark about how you’re acting as if you're that silly old man he calls his brother again.

“Hmm. Why are you acting like that older brother of mines all of a sudden?”

He does accept your love and never-ending tenderness like no other, he seeks it sometimes really.. especially when he's feeling a bit needier than ordinary. So please do give him kisses on the cheek while he snoozes! \(^ヮ^)/ he definitely can feel them, he can sense when you're hovering over him sometimes, it takes a lot of willpower for him not to pull a soft smile in his "sleep". But he smiles anyway, he's been that way before you two even got together, how could he not though? You love him so much he feels confounded!

May it be a sight for sore eyes, nonetheless, you often have a very annoyed Izuhog telling you two to get a room. And you can't blame him, neither can Tsukasa, Arashi or... Leo. You're too sweet.. even for them! While Izumi may not admit that.

oh, he does enjoy napping with you, it's kinda funny because you as well began to use napping together as a way of affection to fit in his persona, and he couldn't be any more happier.

Yawn. “Ritsu. Let's take a comfy nap together! You'd like that, right? alright! I've gotten pretty overworked from all the work I've been finishing for weeks... so it would be nice to rest with my sleepy-head of a soulmate...♥︎”

it was all a bunch of teases to spit whenever affection was thrown. napping with you, what better way to fall asleep than with you, his beloved: by his side? nuzzled up against his body placing many kisses on his cheek as you two sleep soundly? he thinks you’re beautiful even as you sleep— you aren't ashamed to admit that you do enjoy watching him sleep for a bit before you drift off yourself.

He might even wake up a little bit after you drift to sleep, which is to say he wasn't entirely sleeping and might've felt you staring at him while he begins to rest.

“Keep this between the two of us, okay?...”

as he approaches down onto you and leaves an Everlasting kiss on your plum, sleeping lips that he'd hope to hear the same amount of love, care, and doting from, as he does every day. Before drifting to sleep in your sweet embrace.

☆ — MAO.

TO BE HONEST, he's just as affectionate as you are. He loves spending time with you as much as he can. If he had a love language, it would be showering you affectionately as much as he can but in a cool-ish boyfriend way, because he has a tight schedule full of talk shows.

But when he's free, or when he skips his job to be with you finally... Love is all that flows in the house.

Giving him an overwhelming amount of love is like giving a dog... AN OVERFILLED BOWL OF DOG FOOD. He’s overexcited like he's high on sugar and sugar alone.

“Ah! What's the occasion!? ^O^”

“Oh, shush!”

He loves how your affection matches up with each other! You two share the same amount of love for one another as if you two are going on at it like a war of who's the most affectionate in the relationship, speaking of which? It sort of is a war. You two go on and on complementing each other, giving each other gifts, kisses, and hugs. Everything! He's fond of having a little playful competitiveness in a relationship.

Unlike Ritsu, he seeks it but he doesn't do it by going up to you and mopping like a cat. It's more like this because he tries to be insanely slick with it and fails half the time:

“Say, you know you said you were gonna drive to the shopping mall today?” reminding you of your forgotten about duties of the day, you can’t forget something so important to yourself. You wished to go yesterday, but the weather was a disastrous mess and locked you inside, there was so way in "hades" you were going out there. That is what Mao said in his head when he blocked the door with a pouty face of disapproval yesterday morning, and it was quite obvious.“Oh? Right! Such a dependable boyfriend you are... Thank you~☆” mwah.

That's his way of seeking your affection, not straightforward, or not even unintentionally. He has a whole plan set for it before he even seeks for it, thinking of what to say to get the right response. Once he gets his compliment/kiss, he's like a new man. It gives him the boost he needs to carry on doing anything! He's smiling way more than he was before, maybe even giving a mischievous smirk

But there are times where he seeks it straightforwardly! When he feels needier and more desperate for it, remember it's what gives him the biggest ego boost of the day. Give him affection at night time and oh God— you have a bundle of sunshine and rainbows, expect to be up late than expected with a bundle of movies playing

It's nearly impossible for him to maintain himself sometimes, but he always returns the affection. This war of devotion will last forever if it's the last thing Mao does!

An everlasting war of loyalty, tenderness, and love declarations. That goes on for days, months, even years. Maybe it'll be forever until you're both married... Who knows? It's all up to you two to decide.

#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #ritsu sakuma #ritsu sakuma x reader #mao isara #mao isara x reader #(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧!!#꒰ 🌸;; hcs ̖́-

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