#but maybe waiting for the perfect time when everything is exactly right just means I'll never get a cat.

[running-in-the-dark]

okay, so, I'm seriously considering getting a cat now (or probably two since they'd be indoor only so that seems better), and I need to talk about that to figure out if it's a good idea.

there's a few things that are making me hesitant about doing this.

we live in an attic apartment, and that worries me. half of our windows open onto the roof. we put fly screens on them (they have a zipper so you can open the window), but those are super flimsy and probably wouldn't stop a cat that really wants to get out. the normal windows also have fly screens, but again those are flimsy.

I once had my dog jump out of an attic window, I think that's why this scares me so much. of course a dog and a cat are very different, and if a cat got onto the roof it would likely be fine (but it might run away, which wouldn't be good).

ideally I'd just make sure the windows are never open when the cats are in the room, but that definitely wouldn't work since it gets very, very hot in summer. that also worries me - we have a few fans and it's alright for us, but I don't know how a cat would handle that with nowhere to go to cool down (I've had cats my whole life but that was always in houses where they could go to a cooler area).

I might also be allergic to cats. I've had three allergy tests, one of those said I'm allergic to cats (and a bunch of other animals), the other two didn't. I can't really tell because cats definitely make my skin a little itchy, but all the people I know who have cats have very dusty homes, and I'm very allergic to dust. so it could just be that. and like I said, I lived with (many) cats for the first 25 years of my life, and it was fine. I was sneezing and all of that all the time, but I'm 99% sure that was mainly my dust allergy (which is pretty well managed at this point). and I'd be alright with sneezing a bit more and having my skin be a little itchy, that wouldn't be a problem.

my partner also really loves cats, but he's never had one. he only ever had one pet, a budgie, and he was pretty young so he didn't have to do much to care for it. so he doesn't really know how much work pets can be and I think he might underestimate that. and he'd likely have to clean the litter boxes etc. because I have.. issues with dirt and stuff like that. I don't think he'd mind, but I'd have to explain that it's not something you just do once a week.

weirdly, I'm kind of most worried about the vet. I've never been to a vet, no idea why but I just never went there with either of my parents. so I dont know how that works, and I'm scared of social situations so that's a bit of a problem. though - my mother knows her vet really well, and I'm sure she'd go with me the first few times and I could figure it out from there.

cost is also a bit of a worry. we're doing alright financially, but we don't really have savings. we could definitely pay for vet bills or anything like that, and I think I'd look into getting health insurance for the cats too (I haven't researched if it's worth it, but I think it would make me feel a bit calmer about that aspect).

I also worry our apartment might be too small for a cat (or especially two). it's not tiny, we have a big living room and the bedroom isn't small either, plus the kitchen and bathroom. so they could get away from each other since there's not just one room. but I don't want to get a cat just because I want one and have it be miserable, that's selfish. I don't know how long we'll live here, probably not more than a few years, but I wouldn't want a cat to be unhappy even for a short time.

I've also never had a cat that wasn't allowed to go outside (ours definitely wouldn't ever be allowed to go outside, even when we eventually move). so I have absolutely no idea what that's like. all our cats ran around outside so they mostly slept when they were home. I assume you'd have to have a cat tree and maybe play with them more actively or something, which would be fine if course. as long as there's enough room for them to do that.

I'd also have to convince our landlord, but I think I could do that. she was mostly worried about us having a cat because one of her previous tenants had a cat that was left alone all day and it scratched the walls around the windows and stuff like that. but I'm home all the time anyway, and that definitely won't change in at least the next 12 months, plus.. the walls are already scratched now anyway lol.

mostly, I think it would just be really good for me to not be completely alone so much during the week. maybe having pets that I need to feed and play with would give me some structure and like, a sense of purpose or something.

the dirt and pet hair aspect also worries me a bit. though, I'm much better with that now (I can touch trash cans again, yay...). and I once had a kitten that peed in my bed every single day for a week, and I didn't mind that because I loved her so much. so I think I'd be fine. and I think the cat hair was only a problem because my mother's house was very dirty and smelly in general, so it was too much for me. on its own I think I'd be okay with it.

we don't go on holiday much, and if we did my brother and his family live really close by so they could feed the cats. in the worst case my mother could probably take them for a while at least (like if I have to go to hospital again or something). so I think that would also be fine.

I don't know 😭 I really, realllly miss having cats but I don't want to risk having it not work out and having to give them back or something like that. but I just really want to have a cat 😭😭😭 every day I think at least once 'this moment would be much better if there was a cat here'.

#I don't know if I'm trying to convince myself this is a good or bad idea #lol #anyway I'd appreciate any advice etc. #but mostly I just needed to do this to get it out of my head lol #did it help? I don't know. I still don't know if it's a good idea or not #but maybe waiting for the perfect time when everything is exactly right just means I'll never get a cat. #and that would suck #yes this is just me overthinking things as usual #personal

[tizeline]

When the brothers decided to go up against Draxum and accepting humans, does that mean leaving home and live in the sewers?

What do they think of splinter and dee's.... " home "?

this ask is like a month old, ignore that But I've wanted to talk about this, cuz I've gotten asks and comments and such where people assume that the Drax Bros are just gonna, like, abandon Draxum completely after realizing that they're in the wrong. I don't blame people for that assumption btw (considering it often happens in other separated aus), but while Draxum's relationship to his sons isn't necessarily perfect, they still very much love each other. They're family, the brothers wouldn't just up and leave, and Draxum would certainly not kick them out.

So like in canon, Draxum gets slurped like a capri-sun by the Dark Armour and then unceremoniously spit out. This leads to Donnie and the Drax Bros teaming up to deal with Shredder considering it's now a problem for all of them, but I'll get to figuring out the specifics of that later. After that whole thing is dealt with, the trio would run off to find their dad. He's pretty hurt after the whole Dark Armour fiasco, and then he becomes wanted by the law after the yokai authorities find out about everything. So his sons wouldn't wanna leave him in ✨his dire time of need✨or whatever. (also wait they'd probably also be put on a wanted list haha)

Leo and Draxum would have a pretty strained relationship during this time. I've made some mentions of it, but Leo figures out that The Foot is being sus and tries to convince Draxum that putting on the Armour is a Bad Idea. But when that fails, he actually goes to Donnie to team up with him so that the two of them together can try to stop Leo's dad and his brothers from completing the plan and inevitably getting fucked over. So after all of that, Draxum is salty that Leo went against his orders and teamed up with the enemy, putting their mission at risk, so he grounds Leo for like a month lol. Leo is salty because he was right and they never listen to him and then he gets grounded??

Anyway, considering Leo can just teleport and Draxum is too weak to stop him he just, like, comes and goes as he pleases haha. It's during this time that he and Donnie start hanging out for real, like, as actual friends. It's a bit awkward at first, being genuine towards each other, but it does eventually lead to Leo being invited to Donnie's home.

Also, lmao, yeah it's not exactly as big and fancy as Draxum's home, but it's still a good place to live. Donnie being a tech nerd would've figured out how to implement good airconditioning, heating and lights and stuff. It'd probably not be quite as cozy as in the show, I'm assuming Mikey was the one responsible for livening the place up with artworks and colours and stuff in canon, but it's still homey.

Over time the Hamatos and the Draxums would slowly become closer, and as Donnie and Splinter start to trust Raph, Mikey and Draxum more they would also be invited to their home. I don't think they would move in to the same place until MAYBE some time after the movie.

Actually no wait, it would be interesting if, like in the show, Shredder were to destroy Donnie's and Splinter's home in the sewer, which would lead to them moving into the same place and the Draxums, which would inevitably lead to conflict if they're still in the process of befriending each other.... >:] Oooo conflict is fun, maybe that'll effect how the movie plays out, but I'll have to figure that out later.

#Tiz Sep AU #tizel talk #tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt au

[madlittlecriminal]

[04] Secret Ingredient⥓ Mafia!Miguel O'Hara × Female!Baker!Reader

Warnings: Danny is an oc, mention of death in the family (not reader or miguel related), mention of pregnancy (not reader), annoying customers, two cliffhangers in one (im sorry), patrick o'hara (web-slinger)

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Another day, another employee seeming to irritate him to the core. Miguel didn't understand what was so hard for this guy to understand that no meant no, but seeing him beg Miguel for a day off when his PTO ran out was comical to say the least.

"For the last time, Danny, you used up your PTO. I cannot give you the day off simply because you don't want to work. If you were at work more often instead of doing whatever you want to do, then maybe you'd have the day off." He says while leaning back in his chair.

"But you don't understand! I need the day off, Mr. O'Hara! Please!"

"Give me a valid reason why and I'll think about it." It was bullshit. The only way Danny was going to get out of this is if his fiancée was giving birth or if he had a death in the family. For any other reason, Danny was going back to work and Miguel didn't care if Danny was going to throw a fit.

He was honestly surprised that Danny and his fiancée were still together considering he hardly works and they live together.

"Well...you see..." Danny started, but he couldn't come up with a valid excuse other than not wanting to work.

Miguel waited for him, his leg folded to where his ankle rested on his knee and his hands folded on top of his abdomen. He tilted to the side as he listened to Danny stutter.

"Danny, I'm a patient man. However, your stutter isn't natural. You're nervous because you can't come up with a lie right now and that's fine. However, don't expect me to listen to you if you can't come up with a lie. Get back to work."

Danny grumbled before leaving Miguel's office, slamming the door behind him.

"Slamming doors como si paga por algo-" he paused and shuddered. "Oh God, I sound like my mother." (like of you pay for something-) Miguel shook his head and fixed his blazer before going to type on his computer before his phone rang. A small smile formed on his lips when he saw your name pop up on the screen, but he didn't answer it until the third ring.

"I thought you gave me a fake number there for a second." You let out a sigh, making Miguel let out a shy chuckle, fidgeting with his pen as he tried to tell himself to relax from how hard his heart was thumping in his chest with nerves.

"Nope. Right number." He says, leaning back into his chair again as he heard you put the phone down.

"Good! Okay, I had a weird question to ask you." You say, everything around you sounding much louder which he automatically connected it to you putting the phone on speaker.

"Ask away." He reaches over and grabs his glass of water with a trembling hand from his nerves.

"Why did you need to know about interior designers and such?"

Miguel smirks, thanking whoever that it was a phone call and not in person communication or a video call. "That's for me to know and for you to find out."

"Of course it is."

He heard you huff out a breath and he couldn't help but bite his bottom lip to hold back a laugh.

There had to be flaws somewhere in you...right? I mean, he only saw perfection-

'No. Stop it, Miguel. Not yet. Don't fall just yet.'

"Well, I'll let you go. I have a cake to work on."

Before he could get a word in, you hung up.

Miguel put his phone down and let out a chuckle. He rests his elbow on the arm rest of his desk chair, his chin resting on his palm as he let his mind wander a bit.

Where did his mind wander to exactly?

To you.

He wondered if your hands were rough or surprisingly soft. He wondered where you learned to bake. Was it taught to you by a parent or guardian? Did you learn from recipe books? YouTube videos? I mean, he had to thank someone for your talent. Shit, he wouldn't be surprised if you were self taught.

He shook his head before a soft knock was heard from his office door. He looked up and immediately regretted it when he saw the look of shock and anxiousness on Lyla's face.

"They're here for the meeting, Mr. O'Hara."

He got up and buttoned his blazer before following Lyla out of his office and into the conference room. He knew Lyla well enough that when she said his last name, it wasn't Alchemax business.

-----

You raise a brow at the man in front of you who was asking for a gender reveal cake.

"Sorry, can you repeat that?"

"I want a gender reveal cake, but instead of the usual pink and blue and you do black?"

You blink at him.

"Black and...?"

"Just black."

"Do you want the frosting black?"

"No. I want the cake to be black."

"Sir, that's not how a gender reveal cake works. If you want, I can do black and whi-"

"No, I want black."

"What's the gender?"

"Boy."

"Okay. So you want everything to be black?"

He nods.

"What flavor?"

"Vanilla."

You stood there for a bit, screaming internally as you head to the back to take out a vanilla cake you just made. You quickly made black frosting with food coloring before decorating the cake. When you triple checked that it was perfect, you showed it to the customer.

"You made sure it was blue on the inside, right?"

You wanted to throw it at the customer.

"Sir, you told me you didn't want to do pink or blue, you wanted black."

"Yeah. The frosting."

You clenched your teeth before forcing a smile.

"Anything else?"

"Yeah, I need it within the next two hours or so."

"Come again?"

He gave you a nod before stepping out of the bakery.

"Customers piss me off sometimes." You murmur.

"Do they? I'm sorry to hear that."

Your eyes widen before they meet a familiar pair of brown eyes.

"Hey darlin'. Hope I'm not interrupting anythin' important." Patrick says softly, giving his charming country boy smile that made you relax.

~~~~

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[starseungs]

➳ this is how to be in love with you. hjs

pairing — han jisung x gn!reader

synopsis — dating han jisung was something you had never expected to happen, but now you wouldn't have it any other way.

genre/s — fluff. and i actually mean it this time. (a pinch of angst at the start but its over quick) • 2.1k words

warning/s — cursing, mentions of drinking

note — tbh i wrote this with a fever and dont know wth im writing aside from the fact that im so in love with han jisung it physically hurts

ⓒ written by starseungs on tumblr. do not steal, repost, or edit.

It was almost frightening how easy it was to fall in love with Han Jisung.

Who would've thought that the cute part-timer at the convenience store across from your apartment building would have such a huge impact on your relatively boring life? You certainly didn't, and yet his presence alone still hit you hard like a truck.

Everything started on one particularly hard day that ended with you fighting back salty tears in the midst of your dimly lit room. It was not the best sight, nor will it ever be, despite the shimmery streaks of moonlight seeping into the space in a pathetic attempt to provide lighting around you. The clear night sky would've been beautiful to gaze at if only it didn't remind you that your day would be ending soon without a single positive thing happening in the entirety of its hours. You were so so tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep until the sun rose for another day—a fresh new start for you to leave the past behind like you've done just this morning. But it seemed like fate had other plans that prompted you to storm out of your apartment in spite-filled rage.

Admittedly, you didn't have a plan at that time—only knowing you'd be damned if you continued to swallow your frustration alone. The weather outside was average at best; there was nothing too special going on. However, it was for that exact reason that the fluorescent "open" sign of the humble convenience store right across the street seemed to attract your eyes more than it ever did before. And who were you to say no to its obvious invitation? Beggars couldn't be choosers, after all, and you desperately needed something, anything, to distract you until the day officially came to an end.

So here you were, curiously slipping inside the store to find anything that might interest you. You faintly registered the chime of the door when you stepped inside and the polite greeting of whoever was behind the cashier at the back of your mind as your sight immediately zeroed on those eye-catchingly green bottles of fun.

It was just what you needed.

You hurriedly snatched a few bottles of soju with childish glee, already thinking about how perfect this was to end your less than ideal day. Maybe you could still sneak in some enjoyment in the remaining minutes until midnight—not that you thought drinking your problems away was exactly good, but it was certainly better than bottling up your sadness when you could open another type of bottle instead. It was an okay plan, or at least in your books, it was.

"That's quite a few bottles you've got there."

The sudden voice startled your train of thought, bringing your focus back to the real world. "Wait, shit, sorry if I scared you," the voice continued in a panic. "I didn't mean to, I swear. Damn, I'm not even supposed to comment on a customer's purchase."

You blinked dazedly at the person standing in front of you. When you raised your head to find a face to connect the voice with, you didn't know, but you quickly found yourself wishing you had done so earlier.

Because, wow. That face was very attractive.

"Oh, uh—it's fine," you shook your head lightly in an attempt to stop blatantly ogling at the guy. "You're good."

Unfortunately, that only seemed to send him into another spiral of misplaced guilt since he threw out a sudden offer of, "I'll give you a discount."

Your eyes practically bulged out of their sockets at the sentence that came out of his mouth. "What? No! You don't have to, really!" was your hasty reply, to which the guy only hummed as if it were no big deal.

"Would you let me do it if I say it's because I find you cute?"

"I'm sorry, come again?"

You watched as his eyes widened comically, almost like he didn't expect those words to be said out loud—and if you were to say, that might actually be the case. "Okay, yeah, that totally backfired," he exhaled shakily; you could almost hear him screaming internally. Honestly, you couldn't blame him. You would too. "This must be so creepy—I'll place these in a bag and get out of your hair in a moment."

After a few more seconds, the situation finally dawned on you. "Hold on," you wheezed like you just heard the funniest shit ever. "Are you seriously hitting on me right now?"

"No! I mean, yes? Kind of?" The guy ended up groaning in embarrassment at his own answer, running a hand through his hair while awkwardly avoiding your eyes. His actions were oddly charming, forming an unconscious grin on your face. "I meant it when I said I find you cute. You don't have to say anything, though. Just take it as a compliment or something."

"Why thank you, kind sir," was your amused response before composing yourself and giving him a genuine smile. "I needed that."

He snorts at that. "With five bottles of soju? Who would've guessed?"

"I suppose you're not wrong," you went along with his observation, eyes trailing along the bottles he had just finished placing in a plastic bag. "Also, what the hell was I thinking? I can't finish all of this tonight."

"You can give some of them to me if you want. I'll pay you back the amount."

You quirked an eyebrow at him as you handed over your payment. Thankfully, you had half the mind to bring money with you when you stormed out earlier. "Is that really fine with you?"

"My shift is almost over, anyway. A drink after would be nice," he shrugs nonchalantly. The information had you thinking. You'd hate to be drinking alone right now, so perhaps having him as a companion for a while wouldn't be too bad.

You bit your lip lightly before asking, "Do you want to drink a bit with me?"

"Oh," he reacts blankly at first, clearly not expecting the offer. His face revealed his thought process like a window, the gears turning in his head as he tried to piece together what you had just said. It wasn't long until he caught up, though, and with a shy grin he finally answered, "Sure."

You beamed brightly for the first time that day. "Sweet. I'm Y/N, by the way."

"Jisung. Han Jisung."

And the clock strikes twelve.

Just like Cinderella, everything started changing after that night. You had gained a new friend—or at least that was what you called him for now, even if you damn well knew friends certainly did not feel this kind of attraction towards each other. It was almost embarrassing to admit how much your heart leapt in happiness whenever you two were together, and you swore that if it continued any longer, you'd end up floating amongst the clouds. His gaze alone already sent a buzzing shiver all throughout your body, your mind going into overdrive at the sheer amount of emotion Jisung was able to pull out of you with somewhat concerning ease. He could melt you to a puddle on the ground with a single word, no questions asked. Maybe it was his frustratingly smooth voice, but the guy charmed his way into your heart in a matter of literal days. Either he knew what he was doing or you were just a hopeless simp—and no, you refused to ever admit the latter out loud.

So it was to no one's surprise when you agreed to his request to take you out on a date. And after the first one, more followed. Jisung's plans were, as one would say, straight out of fiction. Stuff that you knew existed in real life but never thought would have the same spark as its literary counterpart. Well, you really should have expected it, but Jisung certainly proved you wrong. The guy was an absolute romantic, and that translated well into everything he did between you two. Though you found out through your talks that he had a big love for the angsty stuff—to which you could only wish you wouldn't find yourself in that situation too soon. It was only when you felt a warm hand casually slipping into yours with a reassuring gentle squeeze that you realized.

God, you may have already fallen for Han Jisung.

There was no doubting it. When the night sky you had just cursed out weeks ago for reminding you of the dragging day you had was replaced with waves of affection and happiness, you knew there was no way you could doubt it even if you wanted to. That whenever you closed your eyes to rest, the darkness only brought images of you and Jisung screaming each other's name into the distance in an attempt to replicate a cliched scene of professing one's love during one of your many nightly picnic dates. Joyful laughter echoed under the stars as hands held each other's, a silent promise that didn't need to be said out loud for you to know what it meant. The moon was a witness to the blooming portrait of memories being painted at the very moment when you two had made it official.

You also particularly loved the moments that you shared indoors, where it was just you and Jisung. The comfort of being alone together was one of the things that came more naturally, especially with him leaning on the introverted side. This was where you found him thriving best, and it warmed your chest to see him so in his element. Whether it was his place or yours, there was never a dull moment, even if you two weren't doing anything. Then there were also the times where you did do something—quickly developing a soft spot for your domestic activities with Jisung. The sound of the oven working its magic was faintly heard in the background while he danced you slowly in the flour-covered kitchen from your earlier baking shenanigans.

Loving Jisung felt like second nature to you, as if you'd been doing it for years. Perhaps you did. The concept of soulmates wasn't new to you; only that you hadn't given it any more attention than mere acknowledgement. Yet, something about Jisung made you feel like changing your stance on the matter. Slowly but surely, he had taken over you.

And you didn't fight it one bit.

His lips were an inviting shade of pink as he went on about his newest interest. You really didn't mean to stare, but he made it a challenge for you to not have your full attention on him alone. To the point that you hung onto every word he said, whatever topic he brought up, you made a mental note of it to bring up at other times when it might be appropriate. Oh, how you wanted to stop time and just continue to admire the man Han Jisung is.

Sometimes you couldn't even believe he was yours. You knew your eyes dripped with love every time you had your gaze fixed on him, but it always caught you off guard when you noticed the same look in his eyes—and it was directed towards you. They always shone with tender gratitude and warmth mixed with fondness, making your breath hitch at the sheer intensity. If this was all a dream, you hope you'd never wake up.

"Hey now," you heard Jisung's voice call out to you softly. Warm hands cupped your face gently to ground you back to reality. "What's with that look, baby?"

You sighed dreamily, leaning in more towards his touch. "How are you real?"

"This again?" Jisung chuckles at your misty gaze pinned at him as if he could disappear in the blink of an eye. "I am. And I'm right in front of you."

"You're so good to me," you mumbled in a quiet whisper, starting to feel drowsy from the comfort he provided you at the moment. You could hear Jisung's heart flip at your honest words.

"Which is what you deserve," he leans in closer to press a light but passionate kiss on your lips before pulling away to stare at you with eyes containing hundreds of unsaid dedication. "I love you."

"I love you more."

Dating Han Jisung was something you had never expected to happen, but now you wouldn't have it any other way.

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[nar-nia]

hoodie season

heeseung x fem!reader

warnings: none

word count: ~1k

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Heeseung always knew what he had to do to cheer you up. You didn't know how he did it, maybe it was a magic ability, but he always made you feel better in one way or the other. And you desperately needed that today.

"Hey baby." You didn't even have time to answer after opening the door, before Heeseungs arms were wrapped around you. "How are you."

You returned the embrace, pressing your boyfriend even closer to you to take in his warmth. "Could be better."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Just a stressful day." You buried your head deeper into his hoodie "I missed you."

"I missed you too. Have you eaten?"

"Just breakfast," you mumbled. "I wanted to wait for you so we could eat together."

You felt his lips pressed against the top of your head, a sweet gesture before he suddenly wrapped one arm around your legs to pick you up. "Let's change that right now, hmm."

You let out a squeal of surprise, arms wrapping around the back of his neck to prevent you from falling down again. "What are you doing?"

"Making us food," he grinned. "How about ramen?"

A smile lit up your face while you nodded. "Sounds perfect."

"Perfect like you," Heeseung smiled. He took advantage of the fact that you were looking up at him, his lips softly connecting with the tip of your nose. Your cheeks were almost instantly covered in a deep blush, your face now pressed against Heeseungs shoulder.

"Like you, you mean."

"I meant exactly what I said," he grinned. In the kitchen he sat you down before he went through your drawers, picking out two packages of ramen. "Are those okay?"

You nodded, watching him in comfortable silence while he prepared everything. This wasn't the first time he cooked ramen in your kitchen, so his hands were moving in confidence and it didn't take long until you had a steaming bowl in front of you.

"Do you want to watch something while we eat?"

You nodded, grabbing the bowl while you dragged Heeseung along. "I already know what to watch."

A small groan could be heard behind you - an indicator for what's about to come, words you already heard a lot of times before. "No en o' clock please."

"Yes en o' clock," you grinned, dragging him to the couch. "Please."

"Y/n…" he sighed.

"Pretty pretty please." You looked up at him with big eyes, a pleading look in them - and you knew he couldn't say no anymore.

"Okay. But only because I love you so much."

You grinned, pressing a small kiss onto his lips before you got comfortable on the couch. "Mwuahh. I love you too."

He just shook his head, but you could see the slight smile on his face.

A short while later you had settled onto the couch, your eyes fixated on the screen. You loved watching those episodes. And even though Heeseung always kept getting embarrassed and claimed he didn't want to see it, you were sure he was secretly enjoying it too. Maybe not the episode itself, but you would regularly catch him looking at you, face lighting up with happiness and love seeing you enjoy watching him so much.

"Are you cold?" Heeseungs words grabbed your attention, his eyes focusing on you. "You're shivering."

"Oh - a bit." You shrugged. "I think I'm coming down with a cold or something."

"No what?" Before you could fully realize what was happening Heeseung had already taken off his hoodie, handing it towards you. "Wear it."

"What.” You blinked at him one, two, three times, your brain trying to comprehend what was happening. "Why are you shirtless."

"So my girlfriend can take my hoodie and not get a cold. Wear it please."

You took it, still stunned when you put it over your head and pulled it down. "Won't you be cold now though?"

"Stop worrying so much," he chuckled. "I'll just cuddle with you instead."

"Okay…" You were still hesitating, but surrounded by the warm fabric you instantly felt warmer, snuggling into it. "Thank you."

"It suits you," Heeseung smiled. "You should keep it."

"Nooo." You stared at him. "No."

"Yes." He swiftly pulled you closer to press a quick kiss onto your lips, before he wrapped his arms around you. "Keep it."

Your sounds of protest were muffled when he pulled you against his chest, one hand creeping under the hoodie.

"Hey!"

"What is it?" His eyes feigned innocence, but the big smirk on his face showed that he knew exactly what you meant. "Your boyfriend is cold, y/n. Don't you want to help him?"

You were speechless. Especially when you felt a second hand moving towards your stomach, a thumb drawing small circles onto it. But you couldn't help but melt into the touch - something that you could imagine caused another smile on Heeseungs face.

"Just cold, huh."

"Just cold." You could even hear the smile in his voice.

You tried to fight down your own smile, instead hiding more in the hoodie while you pushed your focus back onto the tv that still showed an en o'clock episode. Time passed in silence, Heeseungs presence spreading a comfortable warmth through your body, your eyes slowly closing - until you saw one of Heeseungs hands creeping towards the tv remote.

"What are you doing?"

It froze midair, as if Heeseung had to debate if he should accuse you of having delusions or just admit that he had tried to turn the episode off. Both of you knew anyway that it was the latter.

"Just… trying to turn the volume higher."

"Mhm." Now it was your turn to grin. "You're an awful liar."

"And you love tormenting me."

"I do. But you love me."

It was quiet for a second. You turned your head to look at Heeseung, trying to figure out why he suddenly turned silent, when you saw his face right in front of yours, a knowing grin on his face.

"What-"

"I love you." And with that his lips were suddenly onto yours, trapping you in a kiss that almost made you forget about the tv - almost.

"We will still finish that episode."

The kiss was stopped abruptly, a groan escaping his lips. "Whyyyy."

You grinned. "Because you love me."

~~~

guess who's back 🥲 i didn't even mean to be ia for so long but life has just turned stressful and there were so many things to do that i had barely time for anything. but that will hopefully change again now and i will be able to be more active again. starting with this little story, i hope you enjoyed!

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[quodekash]

ECLIPSE INCORRECT QUOTES

because that’s when you know im obsessed with it

(disclaimer: I meant to do this literally two weeks ago but I didn’t think I had enough but I stopped for a bit and my adhd brain promptly forgot about it for a week and then remembered and then forgot for another week, and honestly i meant to actually make this for like a month before that but i didnt actually start finding the quotes until two weeks ago, but it’s fine I’m here now)

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Akk: Ayan is a little bitch.  Wat: Why?  Akk: Number one, he’s little. Number two, he’s a bitch.

(episode 1-3 core)

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Namo: The floor is lava!  Kan: *helps Thua onto the counter*  Akk: *kicks Wat off the sofa*  Ayan: *lays on the floor*  Namo: ...Are you okay?  Ayan: No. 

(im 80% certain this is a deleted scene from the beach episodes)

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*Akk and Ayan are planning to break in somewhere*  Akk: We need to distract the guards.  Ayan: Right.  Akk: What are we gonna do?  Ayan: I'm gonna break their elbows while you poke their eyes.  Akk:  Ayan:  Akk: Deal. 

—- —-

Akk: Aye, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason.  Ayan, wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than his size: Spooky. 

—- —-

Akk: I'm going to take a shower, I'll be right back.  Ayan: Why are you telling me this, I don't care.  Ayan, right after Akk leaves the room: I miss him already.

—- —-

Aye: Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities.  Aye, playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor. 

—- —-

Akk: I fell—  Aye: From heaven?  Akk: No, I literally fell—  Aye: In love with me the moment you saw me?  Akk: MY ARM IS BROKEN!  Aye: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest. 

—- —-

Aye: Are we fighting or flirting?  Akk: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-  Aye: Your point? 

—- —-

Thua: Two bros!  Kan: Chillin' in a hot tub!  Thua and Kan, in unison: Zero feet apart 'cause we're GAY AS FUCK! 

—- —-

Akk: I owe you one.  Aye: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even. 

—- —-

Thua: I want to kiss you.  Kan, not paying attention: What?  Thua: I said if you die, I wont miss you. 

(its okay thua, he's not ignoring you, he has adhd. just kiss him, he'll be happy, trust me)

—- —-

Kan: And now for a gay update with Akk and Aye.  Akk: Getting gayer.  Kan: Thank you, Akk. 

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Wat: So… I’ve seen you’ve been spending a lot of time with Thua recently.  Kan: No, Wat, it's not what it looks like, I swear.  Wat: Oh really? So no reason for me to be jealous?  Kan: No! You’re the only one for me.  Wat: Is that so?  Kan: I promise! Thua and I are just dating, okay? He’s my boyfriend.  Wat: So there are no best-friends-feelings involved?  Kan: You are still my one and only best friend! He’s just the love of my life, nothing more!  Wat: But I’m still the platonic love of your life, right?  Kan: Of course bro!  Wat: Bro...  Thua: What the- 

—- —-

*at 3am*  Kan: *runs into Akk’s room and turns on the light* Wake up sleepyhead!  Akk: *wakes up* Dude!  Kan: *cackles*  Aye: *sits up from where he was sleeping behind akk* What the fuck, Kan? Kan: *jaw drops* Wait WHAT- 

(the original vine is now playing over and over in my head and its probably my favourite vine and its literally them and i love it so much gerjdhgbrh)

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Kan: This totally sucks, man.  Akk: This is horrible.  Kan: Yeah, I know, I mean look at everything the curse did to those rulebreakers today.  Akk: No, it’s not that, it’s Aye. Akk: It’s just like, I can’t get him out of my head and every time I look at him I have these pains in my chest, and I just know it’s his fault, that bitch! 

(AVPM QUOTE LETS GOOO and yes it is perfection and is exactly canon i take no criticism)

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Kan: Did Thua just tell me he loved me for the first time?  Akk: Yeah, he did.  Kan: And did I just do finger guns back?  Akk: Yeah, you did. 

(oh you sweet sweet maybe-bisexual man)

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Aye: *finds a note* Hmm, whats this?  Kan: Hey, that's mine! *tries to grab it*  Aye: Aww, it's a love note for Thua?  Kan: No-  Aye: *opens it*  Aye:  Kan:  Aye: I can't read this. 

(is it because the contents are too explicit to read or because kan's handwriting is awful? you decide)

—- —-

Kan: So are you gonna explain how the hell you crashed my car?  Akk: Well we were driving and there was a deer in the road, so I said "Aye, deer!"  Kan: ...And what did you say?  Aye: ..."Yes, Honey?" 

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Kan: I love you.  Thua: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.  *Kan and Thua kiss passionately*  Wat, to Akk: You owe me 20 dollars. 

(HES BEEN SAYING IT FOR YEARS AND THEY FINALLY DID IT. IMAGINE THE VICTORIOUS FEELING WAT FELT IN THAT MOMENT. NOT TO MENTION THE JOY AT HIS SHIP FINALLY GETTING TOGETHER. BRO IS AS PHENOMENAL AS TIW AND I LOVE HIM SO FREAKING MUCH (someone write a crossover fic where tiw and wat get together and plot their ships' getting together. if someone has already written this, please tell me)

—- —-

Kan: Time sensitive question how flirt boy.  Akk: Throw rocks at he.  Aye: Hot Dogs.  Wat: Kill him.  Kan: Thanks guys. 

—- —-

Kan, trying to sound happy: *about Aye and Thua* They’d make a cute couple, huh? Akk, holding back tears: They certainly are standing next to each other. 

(first few episodes core. specifically when aye is whispering in thua's ear and theyre both just standing to the side watching it happen and completely unaware that this means they are gay and in love with one of them)

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Thua: I'm so happy, I could kiss you!  Kan: Um...Neat.  *later*  Kan, lying face down on their bed: I said "Neat," Akk. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid.  Akk, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Kan. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Aye confessed his love for me?  Kan: Didn't you thank him?  Akk: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I fucking thanked him. 

—- —-

Kan: How is the most beautiful person in the world?  Thua: *blushing* I—  Aye, butting into the conversation: Akk is perfect, thanks for asking. 

—- —-

Wat: Do you love Kan?  Thua: Yeah, I do.  Wat: Akk! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 baht!  Akk: We all love Kan. You should've asked if he was IN love with him.  Thua: I thought that was implied.  Akk: ...  Wat: ...  Thua, looking straight at Akk: Congrats Wat, you just won 100 baht. 

—- —-

Akk: Are you trying to seduce me?  Aye: Why, are you seducible? 

—- —-

Aye: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much.  Wat: Oh, you’ve been?  Aye: Once. In Monopoly. 

—- —-

Wat: When I was a kid, Kan told me that the paper strip that’s in the chocolate kisses were edible and I ate them with the chocolate for a year.  Teacher Sani: They are!  Wat: FOR REAL?  Sani: No! Why did you fall for it again? 

—- —-

Thua, on a random band name generator: Oooo! They Might Be Depressed Horses! That about sums up my friend group. 

—- —-

Akk: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us.  Ayan: If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both. 

—- —-

Ayan: Hey, Akk, what do you think it would be like if we had kids?  Akk: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly.  Ayan: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it?  Akk: Can't really say I have.  Ayan: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes.  Akk: Sorry, Aye. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody. 

—- —-

Ayan: Talk dirty to me, baby~  Akk: The dishes.  Ayan: Wh-  Akk: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times. 

—- —-

Ayan: My hands are cold.  Akk: Here, let me hold them.  Ayan: My lips are cold too. Akk: *covers Ayan's mouth with his hand* 

—- —-

Akk: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.  Ayan: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.  Akk: ...  Akk: You mean ring bearER, right?  Ayan: ...  Akk: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding. 

—- —-

Ayan: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.  Akk: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit. 

—- —-

Akk: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy.  Ayan: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep.  Akk: I said within reason, Ayan. How about I murder that guy?  Ayan: So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't?  Akk: Well, duh. What kind of question is that? 

—- —-

Ayan: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.  Akk: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.  Ayan: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??  Akk: Is it working? 

—- —-

Akk: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.  Ayan: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.  Akk: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??  Ayan: Is it working? 

—- —-

and now, for my personal favourite...

Ayan: Akk is playing hard to get.  Ayan: Little does he know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of. 

—- —-

that's all for now, but i promise, i will be back

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[jjkeverlast]

it stays | jhs

-> pairing demon!hoseok x f.reader

-> genre/aus smut (18+), angst, horror, teeny tiny bit of humor, it follows au, college au

-> summary after some unexpected events at your campus, you're determined to find out what exactly has been lurking behind these walls, or more so who.

-> warnings swearing, mentions of sex, supernatural innuendos, illusions, disturbed experiences, sacrifices, unrequited love, grinding, handjob, neck kisses, hoseok calls reader 'darling', riding and unprotected sex!

-> word count 5.7k

-> author's note happy halloween everyone!!! and thank you to the lovely author's who let me be a part of the halloween collab this year!! i'll add a link to the main masterpost, if any of you would like to read some more horror by talented authors! or else, i hope you enjoy red haired demon hobi :)

masterpost for Bangtan Cinema: Horror Nights

“Listen here darling, I don’t have all day.” 

He lets out a sigh, his body chained up to a chair as you stand in front of him with crossed arms. You really haven’t thought this through. 

Maybe we should rewind a bit… 

༉‧₊˚ 🖤 ❀༉‧₊˚.

‘’Have you heard?’’ Na-rae whispers to you while your head is about to drop from your palm, the class completely tiring you out. You hum, notifying you’re present at what she has to say. 

‘’Yuri got sent home. Some overheard that the reason she got sent home was because she saw things… It got messy.’’ Yuri. Perfect girl, perfect boyfriend, perfect grades and of course – perfect life. You almost didn’t believe Na-rae when she brought Yuri up. 

‘’Yuri? Are you sure?’’ You had to make sure. There’s a very high chance Na-rae just got the name wrong… or information. 

‘’I’m sure. It’s all over campus. Everyone is talking about it.’’ Your mouth drops, the news sinking in as you sink deeper down in your chair, your arms now crossed as your head begins to think how Yuri, of all people, got sent home. 

‘’Wait– you said ‘saw things’. What do you mean?’’ Na-rae looks at you in question, not carrying the answer herself, although Park Jimin sitting in front of you had a better hearing than anyone and sadly, overheard everything since Na-rae decided now is a good time to gossip. 

‘’She saw people.’’ Jimin turns, his brows furrowed, confused by the somewhat rumors spreading across campus from left to right. 

‘’P-people? I mean, this might sound incredibly stupid… but don’t we all?’’ Your tone dropped to an ironic one, something Jimin caught faster than lightning and normally he would’ve laughed. He always found you incredibly funny but at this moment? His lips continue to be pressed into a thin line, making you grow embarrassed of your statement. 

‘’Listen. This is just from what I heard. Taehyung got jumped by her where she was screaming all kinds of nonsense about an old lady standing naked by the end of the hall. It was apparently walking slowly towards her, but Taehyung? He saw nothing.’’ 

‘’Spooky.’’ Na-rae comments, snickering at her own joke but Jimin just turns with a huff, seeing there was no point in sharing with either of you two, because it was too good to believe. Right? 

Taehyung, Kim Taehyung. Yuri’s perfect boyfriend which made them the perfect couple. He must’ve been traumatizing for Taehyung to see his girlfriend rash out this way. But then again, was Yuri telling the truth? Are there such things as… ghosts? You gulp at the thought, every horror film creeping up by your spine and the room squeezes itself tight on your form. You feel sick. 

‘’Y/N? What’s wrong? You look like someone who just saw a ghost.’’ Na-rae takes a firm grip on your arm, a worried expression plastered in front of you and then Jimin turns once again. 

‘’Jimin. Have you spoken to Taehyung since?’’ 

Jimin doesn’t respond, letting his eyes fall to the ground. 

‘’He–’’ Jimin stops himself, shaking his head as if he knows you and Na-rae won’t believe what’s about to slip out from his lips. 

‘’I believe you. Jimin you can tell us.’’ Na-rae doesn’t question your sudden change of behavior, supporting you instead. Her curiosity always gets the worst and the best out of her. 

‘’He hasn’t left his room since.’’ It almost sounds cliché, but the room turned an ounce colder and now you’re determined to find out what exactly is happening. Instead of constantly gossiping about the perfect pair, you’d stop it. With Na-rae’s help.

It’s what you do best. 

༉‧₊˚ 🖤 ❀༉‧₊˚.

It had been a week since the conversation with Jimin. You and Na-rae noticed Taehyung’s disappearance since it was told he never left his room. The rumors about why Yuri got sent home never stopped. Some said she was possessed, others meant she decided to pull a prank on everyone and drag it out till everyone believed it, yeah no. That was absolutely false. You knew for a fact the people behind that rumor are scared of everything that’s inhuman. 

You were scared yourself, how couldn’t you be? This might actually be real. Ghosts, vampires, demons… anything that lurks at night or day. 

Na-rae was a bit too excited when you planned with Jimin to check up on Taehyung later today. You had friday nights, sharing popcorn and watching Supernatural till you both dropped. It definitely grew interest for the both of you regarding anything supernatural. 

Na-rae was in love with Sam whereas Dean owned your heart. 

Jimin was late, you and Na-rae were already waiting by the entrance to the hall that leads to Taehyung’s room. He had still made no appearance and it became troublesome. Taehyung loved swimming lessons yet he skipped the last three. Something was definitely off about the whole thing. 

‘’Okay! Okay I’m here!’’ Jimin pants as he reaches you and Na-rae. 

Jimin decides to take the lead. It is his friend after all. You and Na-rae were mostly there for emotional support and because you were both driven by curiosity and fear. 

Jimin knocks lightly, yet no one responds to it. He lets out a sigh, turning to meet you and Na-rae with a disappointed face. He saw this coming. 

‘’Taehyung?’’ You call out, Jimin's eyes popping out of their sockets as the name slips out from your lips. He hadn’t expected that and neither did Na-rae when you move closer to the door, repeating his name till you reached the door handle. 

‘’I’m coming in.’’ When the door handle is about to be pulled down, Na-rae pulls at your arm, her face extremely pale as fear is eating her from the inside out. She has a bad feeling about all of this. 

‘’Y/N maybe we should just–’’ 

You open the door, revealing Taehyung to all three of you. He’s sitting on his bed, rocking back and forth as his calves are red and swollen, marks of endless scratching covering them. His eyes were barely visible, dark under bags covering them as if he hadn't slept for over a week. 

When you all three moved closer, Taehyung’s eyes that were glued to the ground, hastily lifted towards you. Eyes red and puffy, you couldn’t recognize him anymore. Jimin turned after catching a glance at Taehyung, too upset to see his friend's state. 

‘’Taehyung.’’ 

‘’No.’’ Taehyung whispers, his finger slowly lifting itself to point at the door behind Na-rae. The ambiance in the room had already turned alarming by the simple word that left Taehyung’s mouth. He hasn’t even noticed all of you, looking past as if you were invisible. 

‘’You let him in. You let him in!’’ Taehyung abruptly moves as far away from you, the sheets wrinkling under him as he moves at a rapid pace. He’s screaming all kinds of nonsense but you try to move closer, helping him only to get pushed far away and screamed at. 

‘’He’s gonna take me. You can’t let him take me. Please.’’ Taehyung’s eyes widen, Jimin running out of the room to call for help whereas you and Na-rae look around to find anything that Taehyung is referring to at this moment. 

‘’Please.’’ A tear slips from Taehyung before he drops down, body tense and eyes wide. 

Na-rae is crying, moving towards Taehyung and shaking his body but he isn’t responsive. You stay put, too stunned about what had just occurred that your body can’t move. You can’t think, breathe or even process what happened since you decided to open the door. You feel guilty, would this have happened if you didn’t open the door? 

Your thoughts are cut short when Jimin runs in with paramedics following close behind, the three built men walking past you to reach Taehyung in a hurry and studying him with a flashlight to his eyes, checking his breathing and continuously asking questions. 

‘’He’s still breathing.’’ You’re still drained from the episode but at least Taehyung is alive. You don’t know what you would’ve done with yourself if he wasn’t here anymore. 

Jimin holds onto your shoulders, comforting the both of you as the paramedics take him outside to the ambulance. 

‘’We need to find out what’s going on. This can’t keep happening.’’ Na-rae speaks when she dries her tears in her sleeve. Body cold and motionless. 

‘’Na-rae is right.’’ You respond, as Jimin tenses behind you. 

‘’I feel like we might not have enough time.’’ Jimin whispers, his hold loosening on you as he takes a step back. 

༉‧₊˚ 🖤 ❀༉‧₊˚.

The following day, you, Na-rae and Jimin are taking up all the time in the library. You’ve all settled to determine what happened to Yuri and Taehyung. Everything wasn’t forgotten, you all came to an agreement to keep your heads high and not let yourself feel guilt-tripped by the Taehyung episode from yesterday. The doctors have told you he’s stable but he’s not able to speak, like his tongue got stolen from him. Whatever is going on, you will find out and you’ll do anything to stop it. 

‘’There’s nothing about the supernatural in this library, other than fictional books.’’ Jimin explains as he joins your table after having walked around the library, studying each shelf. 

‘’We should start with what we know.’’ If you were going to find out how exactly the previous incidents happened, you’d have to set yourself back to the beginning. 

‘’Well, Yuri started acting out since she got together with Tae.’’ Jimin starts off, pulling out his phone to scroll through his and Taehyung’s old messages. 

He reads out the texts that Taehyung sent him a week after he and Yuri had started dating. ‘’He said she would talk in her sleep, whispering repeatedly ‘leave me alone.’ When Taehyung brought it to her attention, she brushed it off. Up until a few weeks ago when she was seeing naked people walking towards her at a slow pace.’’ Jimin furrows his brows before continuing as if he stumbled onto something unsettling. 

‘’What?’’ 

‘’Something was following her, just like Taehyung when we opened the door. Maybe that something got in when we opened the door and that’s why he kept—’’ Jimin can’t finish his sentence, the look in his eyes tearing up at the memory of yesterday. 

‘’Jimin, maybe you should rest. Na-rae and I can take it from here.’’ Jimin nods at a slow pace, picking up his bag and phone. With a wave and a half lifted smile, he walks out of the library leaving you and Na-rae to continue your studies. 

‘’Okay. We need to find out how Yuri got into that state. Do we know any of her friends? Maybe they know something?’’ Yuri was a very open person, with not only her flattering smile, she was a good friend to many. 

‘’I have psychology with Marie. She’s been friends with Yuri since we started.’’ Na-rae opens her phone, scrolling through her contacts and miraculously she has Marie’s number. 

‘’Call her. Hopefully she isn’t too shaken up to talk about it.’’ Na-rae hums as her phone now stands in contact to her ear, letting it ring before Marie picks up. 

The phone call cuts short, but despite that, Na-rae got an interesting answer. 

‘’So?’’ 

‘’Yuri went to a summer camp, right before entering college.’’ While she continues to spill details about the phone call, you find the name of the summer camp whereas Yuri stayed during the summer and what pops up, only leads you closer. 

In bold, an article had the following heading. ‘Camp Jasmine ends short because of disturbed students.’ There was so little information, almost bringing you back to base one with few details. 

Although, one sentence caught your eye. ‘’Na-rae, listen to this, a witness explains how a student was screaming all kinds of nonsense, one of them being that they were being followed, by naked forms walking at a slow pace.’’ 

‘’Fuck.’’ 

‘’So it started at this camp.’’ But then what made these students paranoid? 

‘’We need to find out what kind of monster is behind this. This can’t be the acts of a human, Y/N. This is something completely supernatural.’’ If someone had told you and Na-rae that you would ever believe in what you’ve seen countless times on TV, you would’ve laughed. Yet here you are, believing and frightened over the hidden world that is lurking on your campus. 

‘’Let’s get to work.’’ With a crack to your knuckles and a stretch to your back. You and Na-rae dig deeper into the supernatural world and anything that matches to the chilling events that happened in the last few weeks. 

༉‧₊˚ 🖤 ❀༉‧₊˚.

‘’I found something.’’ The library had turned dark, lights on all around you when the search was finally over by Na-rae’s hopeful words. 

‘’It’s a demon.’’ Demons. Evil spirits that can take form as humans by possessing them. There are many kinds of demons, but they all feed from one thing, fear. 

‘’Does it say what kind?’’ 

‘’No. It states to be unknown, but it matches the description perfectly. Seeking people who’ve caught the so-called curse, by transforming into different people, all dressed in nothing and approaching them at a slow pace.’’ Na-rae reads out the description which she found on a self-made website made by an unknown writer. 

‘’Does it say anything about how the curse is transmitted through people? Many aren’t affected by it, so there must be a specific way to end up in that shithole of craziness.’’ Na-rae clicks her tongue, scrolling longer down until the answer stands tall and direct to her eyes. 

‘’Shit. Y/N, this– this is crazy.’’ She turns her computer towards you, too stunned to read out the description of how the demon seeks chosen ones. 

‘’The curse is created by unknown means. If the demon reaches the person who is carrying the curse, the person will not be able to speak, walk or talk. If a whole week has passed, the person who has been taken by the demon will die. The curse can be passed onto someone else by having sexual intercourse with the chosen person.’’ 

‘’The clock is ticking. Na-rae if we don’t stop that demon, Taehyung he’ll–’’ Your words get clogged by the end of your throat, Na-rae grabbing ahold of your hand for reassurance. 

‘’Nothing is going to happen to him. We will catch this son of a bitch.’’ Na-rae starts, before continuing to pinpoint every information you’ve gained. ‘’It makes sense. Fuck, okay, Yuri went to a summer camp, meaning she probably had sex with someone who was already carrying the curse. Then when she got with Taehyung…’’ 

Your mouth drops as the dots connect between the following reasons for the chilling happenings. 

‘’Wait… has Taehyung hooked up with anyone after he’s been with Yuri?’’ Na-rae shrugs, slumping back on her chair, hoping deeply that Taehyung wasn’t cheating on Yuri and spreading the curse to others. 

‘’We need to talk to Jimin. Now.’’ With a nod, you quickly grab your belongings and leave the library. 

༉‧₊˚ 🖤 ❀༉‧₊˚.

Loud knocks were sent from your fist and onto Jimin’s dorm room. After knocking for some time with a hasty pace, Park Jimin appeared, shirtless and confused. You gulped at the sight in front of you, forgetting all about the reason why you furiously knocked on his door. 

‘’Y/N?’’ His voice was hoarse, indicating he had probably woken up from a nap and with a quick kick to your shoulder by Na-rae you snap back to reality. 

‘’Um— right. Jimin we have answers, you might wanna sit down for this.’’ When he opens the door wider to let you and Na-rae in, she throws an unexpected comment. 

‘’And put on a shirt.’’ You side eye her, her cheeks puffy from her laugh at the edge of slipping, when she caught you earlier losing track because of Jimin’s abs. 

When Jimin sits down, a loose fitted t-shirt on, you and Na-rae start from the beginning. After you’ve explained the whole situation, the unresolved question appears. 

‘’Has Taehyung ever cheated on Yuri?’’ Jimin’s eyes widened at the question, now scratching his head out of nervousness. 

‘’Taehyung got drunk one night and… one thing led to another.’’ 

‘’Shit. It’s still here then. Na-rae we need to catch it.’’ You turn to meet her eyes and with a quick nod, she pulls out her phone to find solutions on how to catch or more likely kill it. 

The website from earlier only described the demon itself, but no solution at the bottom of the site. It almost felt like a dead end, but the clock was ticking and you weren’t even close to giving up yet. 

‘’Fuck okay. It says here, demons who are connected to sexual acts, will only dissolve by having sex themselves. They will turn to dust but—’’ Na-rae closes her eyes, regretting what she had just read. It’s a dead end. 

‘’What? What does it say Na-rae?’’ 

‘’Y/N I don’t think—’’ Her voice trembles yet handing you her phone so you can read it out yourself. 

When you find the segment she was reading from, you continue. ‘’They will turn to dust but stay engraved in the person's heart, meaning this person will never be able to love someone other than them.’’ 

Without missing a beat you say as the room turns quiet, ‘’I’ll do it.’’ 

Love. A funny thing for you, not because you haven’t experienced it but because you’ve found yourself feeling more alive than ever by simply loving yourself. The pressure of saving Taehyung was more important to you than ever being able to love someone else. People, especially your family, always admired you for putting people before yourself yet always being incredibly strong. 

‘’Y/N, please let’s find another way.’’Jimin pleads, his hands grabbing onto your cold ones and the glance he gives you is hopeful yet shattered. 

‘’Jimin. Taehyung’s life is at risk.’’ He drops his head at your words, the pressure from the situation cramping around his form. 

‘’Na-rae, can I talk to Y/N? Alone?’’ Jimin’s request is unexpected but Na-rae gives you guys some time alone, going back to your dorm. 

When the door shuts, his hold in your hands tightens, like he’s scared you’ll leave. 

‘’Jimin—’’ 

‘’Do you have any idea how much people care and love you?’’ You don’t see where he’s heading with his speech, but you remain silent letting his words sink in. Of course people love you, your family, friends, old teachers, family friends that have watched you grow up… They all are held deeply into your heart. Which is why you want to do this, for this to stop. For it to stop hurting the people around you, people who have so much to live for and give to others. 

Taehyung will live and you’ll make sure of it. 

‘’It’s my choice. I know the consequences but I am willing.’’ 

‘’No, Y/N you don’t understand. I– I care about you.’’ It’s then that everything clicks for you. Park Jimin likes you, a lot. You feel like you’re dreaming when he openly admits this, but you can’t let yourself get carried away. Not when you like him as well. 

The tears form at the corner of your eyes, your hands dropping from his warm touch to your knees. 

‘’I really, really wish things were different Jimin. B-but this— there’s nothing else to do. Taehyung’s life is on a fucking clock and so is Yuri and that person he slept with. Please, this needs to stop.’’ 

Jimin chuckles dryly, sniffling right after because he’s lost. You’re gonna go through with it regardless of what he tells you and he wishes deep down that he hates you, but he can’t. Not when you’re sacrificing a part of yourself for others. 

‘’I’m gonna go.’’ With that you get up, your wrist getting grabbed by Jimin before you reach his door and you flinch from the comforting contact he gives you. 

‘’Jimin–’’ 

‘’Stay. Please stay.’’ It’s all he’s asking of you. Just one night together before everything turns to pure horror for you. A moment like this makes you wonder how your life would be with Jimin by your side. All of the fun dates you’d be able to share, the cuddles, cooking meals together and long drives at night while letting the wind breeze through your hair as you scream to the lyrics of any song you’ve grown fond of while together. 

‘’Okay.’’ You fight back your tears, enjoying the last moment you’ll have with Jimin while your heart still flutters for him. 

The soft touches of Jimin’s fingers trail against your cheek at a slow pace, both of you now laying in his bed as the room has turned dark. 

‘’Let’s not think about anything else right now.’’ 

‘’Okay.’’ The heat from Jimin’s body takes you back to a day earlier in the summer. You were laying on a chair in the sun, letting yourself feel the heat and your mind to ease. Whenever you felt upset or down during college, you’d remind yourself of that day. The situation becomes overwhelming for you, clutching tighter to Jimin, so tight you’re able to hear his heartbeat. 

You lay in silence, embracing each other for the first and last time. Tomorrow, everything will change and your heart will settle onto someone else.

You arrive at your dorm room early in the morning, leaving a sleepy Jimin behind. Na-rae gets woken up by you taking off your shoes by the entrance, she looks worried and exhausted. Her eyes are barely open, her mumbling in her drowsy state. 

‘’We’ll be okay Y/N.’’ Your heart warms up by her words, smiling to yourself that this will soon end. 

When you lay under the covers, you let yourself rest, knowing tomorrow is a big day for everyone because you’re gonna have to catch it. 

༉‧₊˚ 🖤 ❀༉‧₊˚.

‘’I talked with Jimin, apparently the girl he was with was on the girls swimming team.’’ You nod as you both are standing out front of the huge glass doored building, the main entrance for the swimming pool on campus. 

You haven’t gotten the name of the girl who was with Taehyung. For this to work, you’ll need to find her and inform her of the following. Hopefully you’re not too late. 

When you enter, a group of girls are dressed in swimsuits, paired with a swim cap and goggles. Their coach is very strict, whistling constantly as they stay put in their positions, all forms of conversation shut down. 

You follow behind Na-rae, walking to sit by the bleachers as their morning practice is about to start. 

All girls have now crouched down onto the diving board, as they stretch their legs, one furthest away stops and looks up in fright. 

‘’Coach!’’ She removes herself from it, running towards her coach and pointing fingers to the end of the hall. 

‘’Call someone! There’s a literal naked creep!’’ Her coach repeatedly tells her to calm down and that no one is there, but she doesn’t seem convinced.  

‘’We found her.’’ You both hurriedly walk over to the frightened girl, Na-rae speaking with her coach while you drag her away to the dressing rooms. 

‘’Hey, hey it’s okay.’’ She manages to calm down a bit, her breathing steadying slowly before slumping down on the dressing room bench, looking away. 

‘’I’ve gone fucking insane…’’ She scolds herself, removing her swimming cap with a harsh grip. 

‘’You haven’t.’’ Your words catch her attention, her eyes now looking hopefully up to you as if you’re the first person who’s told her otherwise. With all the rumors already lurking on campus, it explains why she seems distressed, not wanting to go home herself or end up in the hospital like Taehyung. 

When Na-rae walks in, you crouch down, explaining to her everything and with luck, she believes you. She’s willing to help you stop the curse, because neither you nor Na-rae have it so it’ll be hard to catch the demon behind it all. 

‘’I’m Ari, by the way.’’ She forces a smile, everything tumbling down on her since you’ve spoken about supernatural creatures. 

‘’I’m Y/N and this is Na-rae.’’ With a fond smile from you both, Ari loosens her grip on her swimming cap and lets herself feel at ease around you. 

‘’Okay, this is what is going to happen…’’ 

༉‧₊˚ 🖤 ❀༉‧₊˚.

Dusting off the chalk from your fingers, you’ve managed to draw a Devil’s Trap on the roof of the school’s cellar. Na-rae was certain that it was an actual thing and not just Supernatural being the most creative TV show there is. 

A Devil’s Trap is a drawn circle that manages to keep the demon trapped. If the drawing is broken or altered, the demon will be able to escape as it has lost its power. Not only is the demon stuck, but it will show its true form in the trap. 

Ari is nervously fidgeting with her fingers behind you, paranoid and frightened from what is currently happening. When Na-rae takes a hold of the chain, ready to throw it around the chair while the demon appears, you wait. 

The demon is seeking Ari, resulting in you placing her in front of the Devil’s Trap. This motherfucker will learn from what he has done. You’ll make sure of it. 

‘’Fuck. It’s knocking on the door. Guys, guys I’m scared.’’ Ari’s legs start to shake, but you keep her calm as you reassure her that nothing will happen to her due to the Devil’s Trap above her. 

When Na-rae opens the door, Ari turns pale, holding in a scream that will likely scare the whole campus.  The sound of a sudden rush of air appears and finally, you come eye to eye with the demon behind it all. 

It doesn’t fight back, instead calmly lets itself sit down on the chair while Na-rae wraps the silver chain around it. When the demon has settled down, you move in front of Ari and take a hold of the situation. 

Locking eyes with Na-rae, she gets your signal, dragging herself and Ari out of the room. When the door smacks, the show officially begins. 

༉‧₊˚ 🖤 ❀༉‧₊˚.

And that is how you ended up with a red haired demon in front of you, chained up and calling you darling while you stood with crossed arms. 

He’s impatient, hence his choice of words towards you. 

‘’You know why you’re trapped. Save your bullshit.’’ You’re fuming, because it seems to him that killing people is his job and absolutely destroying them from the inside. 

‘’Feisty, I love it.’’ He chuckles perfectly, the voice low and hot. Yeah, he’s definitely a sex demon. He radiates everything that is erotic and sexy. You want to kick yourself in the head for even admitting that he’s attractive and hard to resist. 

‘’So, you’re an unknown demon.’’ You raise a brow to state your sentence. 

‘’Aw, how cute. You googled me.’’ He adjusts himself, the chains rattling as he does so. ‘’Let’s skip the small talk darling, we both know what’s going to happen.’’ He flashes his white pearly teeth, two of them with small fangs. 

‘’Wait, what?’’ Your eyes fall open, paired with your mouth. Does he really know? 

‘’You think I like this? Killing, seeking, possessing?’’ Every word he drops, you’re reminded of Yuri, Taehyung and Ari. 

‘’I mean, isn’t that your… thing?’’ He rolls his eyes at your comment, dropping his head in the process — you’re not easy to comprehend the supernatural world and he’s quickly taken notice. 

‘’It’s more complicated than you’d think.’’ His eyes meet yours, ‘’I’ll lay it out simply for you. I absolutely hate this.’’ Staring into his eyes, they show sincerity and anything besides the horrendous monster he’s seemed out to be. 

‘’I’m Y/N.’’ You smile, him staring at you blankly, not expecting to know your name. 

‘’Hoseok.’’ 

‘’Pleasure.’’ You bow and the atmosphere turns more light despite it being cold not long ago. You move a bit closer, sensing Hoseok won’t bite you. 

He gulps nervously at your presence, catching a glance of your exposed legs dragging themselves closer to him. Your smell reaches his nostrils, vanilla. It covers your aura and turns you automatically sweet in his eyes. You haven’t even reached the tip of his feet and he can already feel himself getting worked up on catching a simple sniff. 

‘’Let’s help each other and stop this chaos.’’ You speak, the clock ticking behind you, a reminder of Taehyung’s life at risk. 

‘’Yes.’’ Agreement. Uncommon for a demon, especially the ones from Supernatural with attitude and flirty personalities. Hoseok is different. 

You take it further, your hands dropping on his leather covered knees, Hoseok gasping from the contact. Almost as if he’s fire and you have to be cautious to not burn yourself. 

‘’Have you… ever been touched before?’’ 

He gulps out of nervousness by your question. ‘’Well, not by humans.’’ The thought of you being the first to, creates butterflies in the pit of your stomach, yourself growing anxious of the situation. 

‘’You feel… soft.’’ He compliments you as your hands have yet to move further up towards his bulge. Your smile never fades, gaining courage to continue and go farther up. 

Hoseok spreads his legs in front of you, accumulating more space for you to sit in between them. You bite your lip at the eagerness seeping through him from your touch and with enough anticipation from your end, you finally give Hoseok what he wants. 

‘’Fuck–’’ The first touch feels estatic for Hoseok, as you palm him through his pants. He’s already hard and you know it won’t be long until you'll have his cock inside of you. The thought excites you, sending a thrill down your spine and a rush to your core. 

You move upwards again, lifting your skirt as you place yourself down onto Hoseok’s hardened bulge. He groans from the closed contact of your wet slit on his refrained cock, swallowing a clump of spit that accumulated from his mouth being parted for too long. He’s losing himself completely, letting the moment happen between you. 

Everything becomes clouded for both, your surroundings transparent, the only thing visible is each other at this very second. 

You grind yourself on Hoseok, your hand grabbing a hold of his face, your fingertips tracing on his sharp jawline. You finally take time to admire his beauty and his features that make him attractive. Your gasps turn in sync when you continuously grind yourself on him, letting your slit feel the outlines of his cock. 

The chains rattle along with your movements, Hoseok still strapped to the chair, making you in control of the situation. 

“You feel really good.” It’s the first you’ve said since you’ve touched him. His cock twitches at your words, likely sensing he loves receiving compliments as well. 

Even though you and Hoseok are complete strangers, you feel as if you know him. He’s soft, warm, quite the opposite of something evil and possessive. It eases the situation for yourself, letting your desires take over. Hoseok is unbelievably hot, his sharp jawline and how his tongue slightly pokes whenever you grind slower than before, allowing him to feel you better. 

“Y/N— we don’t have much time.” Hoseok doesn't want to frighten you by reminding you of the pressure behind the situation but he’s right. You’re both under clockwork.

You fiddle with his belt, along with the zipper while Hoseok lips touch your sensitive neck. You moan from the contact of his plumb lips, along with his wet tongue on your skin. Along with a clicking sound, his buttons come undone, the outline of his boxers showing. A swift pull from your end and you finally get a glance of his cock, the tip already glistening with pre-cum seeing you worked him up earlier by your mindless grinding.

He feels soft, firm and hard all at once. Hoseok moans from the feeling of your fingers wrapping around him and stroking him at a slow pace. 

He encourages you to keep going, his mouth continuing its ministrations on your neck, causing you both to get as worked up as possible for what’s about to happen.

When Hoseok bucks his hips in your palm, you find strength to pull your thong aside, your wet core now exposed. Slowly, you position him at your entrance, sinking down as you take him deeper. A strangled noise escapes Hoseok as he feels how warm and tight you are. 

You’ve never felt as full as you have in this moment, the fulfillment causing your brain to stop functioning and your body to start moving. 

You start slowly, still coming to terms with Hoseok’s cock deeply buried inside of you. It’s an indescribable feeling, fog still clogging your mind from reality. 

Even though Hoseok is chained up, he manages to take some form of control, meeting your hips halfway, causing the sounds of skin slapping to erupt in the room. 

When the pace quickens, you feel the tip poking at your g-spot repeatedly, your body floating along, beads of sweat collecting on your bodies when you both try and reach for an orgasm. 

Whenever Hoseok hits your g-spot, you clench around him, sending him into orbit. Repetitive curse words are the only words exchanged between the two or you, your high reaching beneath you. 

“Hoseok! Fuck!” A final snap to your hips and you both come undone. Hoseok's red hair is wet by the strands, as well as his jawline glistening with sweat. 

You both pant, the eye contact remaining between you until Hoseok speaks, one last time. “Farewell, darling.” 

His form turns to dust, as if he was never in the room to begin with yet your body still feels as warm as it did when it clung itself to him earlier. 

It’s done. The curse is gone.

༉‧₊˚ 🖤 ❀༉‧₊˚.

“Wanna come join Jimin, Tae and I to the cinema?” Na-rae asks you while you’re still in bed, mind and body tired from your classes today. 

“I’ll pass. Have fun though.” You toothlessly smile before turning in your covers and letting your eyes fall, your vision turning dark.

It’s been around six months since the curse ended. Ari managed to get back onto her swimming lessons. Taehyung got signed out of the hospital after he got out of the unbroken trance and Yuri got sent back on campus. Her therapist gave her the green light to let her take back her studies. 

Although you don’t think about Hoseok during the day, you still see him in your dreams and your heart skips a beat, only for him. 

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[swearyshera]

This scene in canon legit made my blood boil cuz I was very much NOT aboard the "everyone welcomes Catra on the team" train yet, so this bit was... less than endearing. The writing team and target audience had obviously been in agreement with Catra being cute for a long time but... I had yet to be persuaded and wouldn't be for a good while.

I know its to show how out of her depth Catra is dealing with actual friendship and how much of a ball of sunshine Bow is, but 'specially with the lack of Angella resolution this cutesy shit felt like they were jangling keys in my face to distract me from the past. Bow here showing he hasn't forgotten what Catra did even in a minor way lifted the fug off this scene for me. Amazing how I can get SO angry yet be appeased by the smallest changes. This series is like emotional/narrative aikido. Or maybe I just take shit in media way too personally and need my little hand held thru every scene that isn't immediately solving my foremost issue. Regardless, great job.

I think this episode, and to some extent the two either side of it, creates a lot of tension in the audience because of how uncertain everything is with Catra and Adora. And I don't mean tension between people who think Catra's all fine and forgiven now and those who don't, it's a tension where we see the characters going on as if everything is normal when we, the audience, know it's not. I've been thinking about this from two points:

Firstly, it's from a story structure point of view. This part is where Catra, and Adora to a degree, have what they want (each other), but not what they need. The entire story so far, on a personal level to them, has been about wanting each other back with them - and now they've got it, so everything is fine, right? They want to believe it is, so they act like it is. But they haven't learnt what they needed to (now what that is is open to interpretation, but for this, I'll say they needed to open themselves to love), and so you have this really uncomfortably awkward situation where they're both forcing themselves to accept that this is it. This is all they needed. And it's not.

If I refer once again to John Yorke's excellent Into the Woods, this puts us firmly into Act 4 territory: Your character will have changed in some way, but not enough to achieve their goal and overcome their flaw. The weakness is revealed in a low moment of the story (for Catra and Adora, this moment is the end of Failsafe). These few episodes are, by design, supposed to evoke the same sort of response you've had. In regards to Catra getting angry about being called cute, that's a perfect example of her not having overcome a flaw.

The other way I've been looking at it is from another, more realistic, and how people with BPD (if you're playing Sweary bingo, cross that one off!) would react to being reunited with their Favourite Person(TM). It's an innate ability to many of us with Brain Please Don't to suddenly forget the shit that happened when that one person graces us with a tiny amount of love (or, at least, something that isn't outright hostility). And I think for Catra here, that's exactly what's going on. Adora saved her, welcomed her back, waited for Catra to stop being angry, and now everything is FINE. Catra doesn't want to think about the past, she doesn't want to think about her flaws (or Adora's) that led to them splitting apart and fighting each other for so long.

You can see throughout this episode, the stress of forcing herself to be fine just so it doesn't rock the boat with Adora, coming out in these moments where she gets intensely angry for just a moment. I think, ultimately, they've moved from the unstable 'we're apart' relationship to the unstable 'we're together' relationship, and both need to learn a little more about how they fix that.

So yeah, this scene and this episode aren't really about 'Catra's suddenly been forgiven by everyone', but more 'everyone thinks Catra's been forgiven but they haven't sorted out the real problems', and that drives the conflict for the latter half of the season.

[azurecrystalz]

[Translation] Bon Appetit! (Niki FS2) / Chapter 1

Hiiro: I ordered the lightly vanilla scented "pudding a-la-mode"!

Hinata: And I got a parfait filled to the brim with seasonal fruit!

Niki: I got this super fancy fruit waffle, and it even comes with a little parfait on the side!

Hinata: All three treats in a row make for a pretty sweet sight~ All these sweets loom scrumptious!

Hiiro: Just like the name of the place, “Fruit Parlor”, says, theres a variety of different fruits on everything on the menu. I’m unfamiliar with what a “parlor” is, but after following Shiina-san I was able to discover beautiful food. I’m so happy.

Niki: When I go out to eat so that I can come up with new recipes, I usually go out alone. But I’m glad I let you both tag along~

Hinata: Ahaha. When I heard you were coming to the Fruit Parlor, I couldn’t resist since I’ve got a sweet tooth.

Hiiro: Umu. Same here, I heard it was a good place with splendid food…there’s still so much in the city I don’t know about.

Niki: …Oop. I’m gonna dig in now. Thank you for the meaaaal~!

Hinata + Hiiro: Thank you for the meal!

Niki: Just so you know, a "parlor" is a Western-type restaurant that offers a bunch of casual foods and drinks.

Hiiro: Heeeh, I've learned something new. Thank you, Shiina-san!

Hinata: Oh right, if you're gonna need a reference for a recipe, do you wanna bite? Cuz this parfait is taaaasty~

Niki: Is it really okay?! I'd love to!

Hiiro: Please try some of my pudding as well. It's delicious, so much so that I can't think of any other way to describe it.

Niki: Uuu, you two are too kind! When I finish this recipe I'll absolutely let you try it...!

Hiiro: Fufu, I'm looking forward to it. Shiina-san always makes such delicious food.

Hinata: Soooo true~ Shiina-senpai we're lucky to be in the same room as you. Ah, that reminds me--

Niki: ? Why did you just point your phone at me?

Hinata: Oh don't mind me! While you're eating so happily like that, just turn this way a bit please!

Niki: Like this?

Hinata: Ohh, I got a pretty good shot~

Niki: What's with this all of a sudden? Are you posting it to SNS*?

Hinata: ...Not exactly, I actually overheard something back at the agency. Shiina-senpai's turn for a "Feature Live" is coming up.

Niki: Heeeh, my "Feature Live"...wait, what?! It's my turn already?! But didn't Rinne-kun just have a live performance a few days ago?

Hiiro: That's true, Nii-san's show was recently. However, is there a specific rule for the order?

Hinata: No clue. Anzu-san might be looking at the schedule and deciding that way? ...But let's just leave that be for a bit. The pamphlet for the "Feature Live" features a bunch of off-shots** of the idols. I thought having this fun time with Shiina-senpai was the perfect chance for an off-shot picture, so I took one~ Shiina-senpai, if out on your day off from work, that means your "off" now right?

Niki: I guess? I mean I'm eating food and being really random but it isn't any different from what I do everyday...so maybe it's fine for an offshoot?

Hinata: I know right? And here's....another shot~!

Hiiro: Then, I'll give it my best to take pictures of Shiina-senpai too. I've improving at using a camera recently~

Niki: Having two cameras being pointed at me feels weird but if it really is my turn then it would be a big help if I had a few pictures. I'd be grateful if you randomly took a few.

Hiiro: Umu, please leave it to us. Would it be alright to send these to Anzu-san later?

Hinata: That's right. Instead of sending them to Shiina-senpai it'd just be faster to send them to Anzu-san first. I'll send them and explain~.

Niki: Thanks a bunch, you two~ ...Oh, once you're done taking pictures you should probably get back to eating. You'll miss out~

Hinata: Uwah, the ice cream is gonna melt!

Hiiro: That's true, we need to eat it quickly...!

Niki: Even if it's sweets, savor it well you two~

That Night

Niki: (Tomorrow's prep, check. Sweeping the restaurant and keeping the kitchen clean, check. That's pretty much it for work today, all that's left is waiting for Nee-san here--)

Niki: --ah, Nee-san, when did you get here?! Please come in instead of staying by the door! You didn't want to get in the way so you watched and waited for me to finish work? Nono, Nee-san didn't you contact me beforehand? You could've just talked to me at any point with no problem yknow.

Niki: ...So, um. About my "Feature Live", I know it's my turn for it but what did you want to meet up today for? Eh? A picture? Oh you're talking about the one the other two took? I'm happy you like them, it's all thanks to Hinata-kun and Otouto-san...Is this...what I was hoping for? You're asking what kind of moments do I want to post and which off-shot pictures I think are good? Uummmm, I mean if it's just a picture of good food then I have no problem, but it's gonna be in the pamphlet so I have to be in the pictures right?

Niki: .....

Niki: Sorry, I should stay quiet. It's an "off-shoot" so I was just thinking about my time off...

Niki: ? You're asking if I even have time off, what do you mean by that? ...Of course I do, I spend it prepping food at night like this. I'm at the cafeteria or at "Cinnamon" in the kitchen when I'm not doing idol things too. But, today I used my time off to think up ideas for a new recipe. Wait, wouldn't that count as a chef's job?

Niki: Uuu I'm gonna go crazy. What in the world do I consider as time off? You're asking if I don't have days off to at least tell you what I do in my spare time?

Niki: J-just wait a moment please. I'll try to figure out how I normally am!

(*): An abbreviation meaning "Social Networking Sites", social media basically

(**): Hinata calls them off-shots in the dialogue box written in ktkn. The idea of it described in other FS2 stories is that the pamphlet needs candid (in the moment) pictures of idols in their free time.

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PT. 2

“Good morning New Orleans! I do hope you all are having a lovely morning. I'm your host, Alastor. And I do thank you for tuning in my dears. Well be talking here in just a moment. But first to today's weather-”

The radio hosts voice is drowned out by a loud girlish scream, followed by the sound of broken glass. The little girl who had been sitting on the couch jumps. She stares at the closed door with trepidation. “Daddy?” She calls, unmoving.

There's another crash, followed by that same girlish yelp. The child slides off the couch. She walks towards the door. Before she can get too close the door swings open almost smacking her. She stumbled back.

There's a sudden high pitched loud beeping.

A ploom of white smoke floods out of the kitchen.

A small white man with short blonde hair stumbled out of the kitchen. He was coughing and waving his hand trying to dissipate the smoke.

It took a moment for the man to notice the child. When he does, his grumpy expression changes like a switch. In an instant he's cheery. “Char char!”

She looks at her father. “Did daddy burn breakfast?”

“What? Haha noooo. No no noooo.” He scoops up his daughter. Briskly walking away from the kitchen. “Let's go out kiddo.”

“Daddies a bad cook.” She laughs.

Lucifer is severely wounded.

Lucifer morning star. One of the elite. Someone apart of the high class society. He was rich, handsome, very very very tall for sure! He had it all. Riches, fame, his adorable daughter Charlie! Yes he had everything he could ever want.

Except for Lilith.

But hey! At least he had a cozy lifestyle. Rich beyond belief. That's exactly why Charlie and him were currently eating at a small diner. Hey, kids eat for free on Mondays! And the place was much more relaxing than high society restaurants.

Okay, maybe everything wasn't perfect. But, at least he had Charlie. That's all that really mattered to him.

“Welcome back sir.” The waitress greeted him as he slid into the booth. Charlie was already settled across from him in a booster seat.

“Hey! What's up!” wait to friendly! “Uh erm I mean, hello.” He waved. Perfect.

The waitress gave him a polite smile. He wasn't sure if her greeting was because of his status in the French Quarter, or because this was the 5th day in a row he and Charlie were in here.

It was honestly getting a little embarrassing.

“Back again hm?” Okay yeah it wasn't the status.

“Daddy burned breakfast again.”

Lucifer wanted to hide.

The waitress just chuckled, politely. She’s a short black plump southern woman with a strong twang to her voice. Truth be told, Lucifer doesn't mind her so much. For the other times they had been in here and then now, they often got this waitress. Which shouldn’t be a big surprise, given that the diner is rather small and likely understaffed. Still, she's warm and kind.

Her name was displayed on her shirt. It said Millie. Not that Lucifer really needed the tag to know her name by this point with how much they frequented this diner.

Millie hands him the menu and Charlie a child version of it. “Coffee for the Lord again?”

Lucifer smiles nervously. Trying to hide his embarrassment. “Y-yeah. If it's no trouble” He fails. Of course it wouldn’t be any trouble, it's her job.

The waitress isn't mean about it though, she turns to Charlie. “And let me guess you want apple juice again, little princess.”

“I want chocolate milk today.” Charlie states like she's thought about this her whole life. Which isn't long given she's only six.

“Oh? Switchin it up on me today? Okaaay.” She's amused. “I'll be right back.”

Once she brings them their drinks, the short waitress leaves them to ponder their orders. Well, Charlie already knows what she wants. Pancakes. Because she's been saying that on the way over. Yes that's what those black discs currently sitting in the trash at home were supposed to be.

Lucifer on the other hand doesn't have his mind on food. He hardly does lately. He'd forget to eat if not for Charlie.

While Charlie is coloring in her menu, Lucifer stares into the brown abyss that is his coffee cup.

The glint of the golden band around his finger catches his gaze as it flickered off the Sun's morning razes. Lucifer frowns.

I wonder what she's doing right now. He stares a moment longer. Does she miss me? Lucifer checks his phone. Nothing. Of course. No, you're being stupid. It's been this long, why would she contact you now?

He sighs. Pulling at his hair in an effort to stop thinking.

“Welcome back dear listener's!”

Lucifer jumps enough to hit his knee on the table. He gets several looks for it.

“Sorry! Uh.. Bumped the table.” He pats the table. Why does he pat the table?

The radio seems to save him further public humiliation.

“This next song goes out to my dear mother. Quite the favorite of hers.”

The radio host starts singing a jazzy song. His voice is low and tumblr. It flows well with the fast paced jazz, his pitch moving up and down when needed.

He looks over to find Charlie lip singing to the song. Using her crayon as a mic.

He smiles.

Lucifer joins in, and he doesn't care much about the looks he's given.

Honestly, without Charlie he would probably have been swallowed by his thoughts long ago.

Once the pair of them eat some real food and not burnt discs. Charlie demands to go to the library. Lucifer doesn't understand if a six year old having a love for books is normal. Is it abnormal? Should he call Bee and ask her? Is he hurting Charlie's brain by letting her read books?

Maybe she likes reading because he has a stack of how to parent books on his desk at home. Volume 1-10. He's currently on volume 7…it's not weird.

“Daddy look!” Charlie says running up the several stairs leading to the front of the library. Its a large enough building with two levels. Lucifer tries not to tumble over while holding the small stack of books in his arms.

“Charlie dear, slow down! Wait for daddy.”

He moves a little faster, almost dropping a book. When he gets to the top and peers around his stack of books, Charlie is standing by one of the statues at the front of the library. A big stone lion. He’s - for whatever reason - petting it. “Look at the kitty! Isn’t he cute!”

Lucifer looks at the stone lion. Its a male lion with its female counterpart on his left. He chuckled, “Yeah, he’s adorable. But uh, lets head inside and you can pet the lion on our way out. Okay?”

She turns to him, no less bright or excited. “Okay!” She runs ahead.

“Charlie, wait.”

She pauses at the door, Charlie reaches up and yanks it open for her father. “Thank you honey.”

“Your welcome daddy.” They walk to the front counter and return the books. “Let's go look at some books over here and then will go to the kid section, okay?” Lucifer asks his daughter, pointing to one of the sections near the back of the library. Among a wall of bookshelves. The children's section isn’t anything new to either of them nor hard to miss. As it's to the left side of the library and adorned with a colorful area of plastic chairs, beanbags and tables for the kids. But Lucifer always liked to keep Charlie close.

“Okay.” She smiles and Lucifer takes her hand in his. They walk to the adult section near the mystery genre. Lucifer is a bit of a picky reader and he doesn’t take out a lot of books for personal interest. Most of them are for cooking or more or less advice books that help him with Charlie. But sometimes he likes to browse the sections and see if he can find something he enjoys. As picky a reader as he is, when he does find one he likes he can hardly put it down. Plus, reading something he enjoys transports him to another world. Something he desperately needs some days.

Lucifer runs his index along the different titles. Pulling out a book occasionally when the title interests him. Then glancing at the summary on the back. However he doesn’t find one he likes yet. He takes longer than Charlie would have liked or so it seems. Because she tugs on his arm after several minutes. “Yeah duckling?”

“Can I go look at the books down there?” Charlie points to the bookcase behind them but further down. Its the teen section for the mystery genre. Lucifer is certain Charlie can’t read those yet due to her reading level. But thinks she’s bored and more interested in looking at the pictures in the books or the covers. Nonetheless, its within his eyeview.

So Lucifer nods. “Yeah, but don’t go too far.”

“Okay.” She says letting go of his hand. Lucifer watches her for a moment to make sure she doesn’t run off. When she simply walks down the bookshelf starts looking at the covers - as he suspected - Lucifer feels comfortable enough to go back to his searching.

A few more minutes pass and Lucifer sighs, having given up. He’s not sure why but all these novels feel so predictable to him. Occasionally he flips to the first few pages, skimming them and he can already tell who is going to be the big bad. Or who is the killer. As if to prove it he would flip to the end only to be proven right. The tropes - for him at least - are just a little too predictable. But maybe growing up reading has made him something of a snobby reader. It’s fine, he’s not a critic and he’s sure he’ll find another good read another time. But he doesn’t want to stand there all day and bore Charlie.

Lucifer hums, seeing one more title. He plucks it from the shelf and begins skimming the summary on the back. Hm, this one’s a tad more interesting looking? Although it looks less mystery and more fantasy? Is this book in the right section? There’s a red-haired sourcer on the cover and he’s standing in front of a blonde-haired woman and her baby in a protective manner. Holding up his staff. This looks like it should be in fantasy. Unless it can be mixed genres? Of course it can but…ugh this is pointless. Regardless the book looks like something more Charlie would enjoy then him. Pass.

“Thank you.” Lucifer suddenly comes out of his thoughts at the voice. That radio host again? He glances around for a radio. He didn't think there was one in here.

However, those thoughts immediately go away as another more pressing one takes its place.

Where is Charlie?!

Lucifer suddenly darts out from the shelves. Panic rising in his chest. “Charlie!” He darts around poking his head into an isle “Charlie! Honey, where did you go!” He's ignoring the annoyed looks. Whirling out of the isle and into an opening with shelves stacked against the wall.

Lucifer's eyes find her immediately. Her blonde hair abd overalls makes her stand out. She's near the horror section and she's tugging on a man's shirt. He looks startled and confused.

“Um.. Hello, little one.”

“It is you!”

Lucifer rushes over mortified.

“It's you, I knew it!”

“Charlie!” He shouts and she looks at him immediately letting go. Lucifer has never grabbed his daughter so quickly. He takes her in his arms, stepping back. By the time he looks at the man an apology is already spilling out. “I am so so so SO sorry sir!”

However the man's already fixing his shirt. A polite yet friendly smile on his lips. He lets out a chuckle as he responds, “it's quite alright.”

“Dad, dad, it's the radio man!’ She’s pointing excitedly.

Lucifer looked at the man in question. Now that Charlie was safely accounted for, and in his arms. He took a moment to properly take in the gentleman before him.

He was a young looking guy, he looked around his own age probably somewhere in his 20’s . He was definitely mixed with something, or Hispanic judging by his light brown skin tone. A pair of dark brown eyes peered at him behind round frames. The guy was also annoyingly tall. But not by much - maybe 2 feet above him at most…surely…But it was already too tall. However amongst everything two things stood out to him about the man.

One, that he was dressed smartly. Meaning he was wearing black slacks and a buttoned up red vest over a white button down. Much more refined than the rest of the people's attire here. Even making his plane pink button down look sloppy in comparison.

The second was his hair.

He noticed its color. It was a bright red. That was the most eye-catching thing about the man. That paired with his darker skin tone. Well… his appearance alone practically demanded anyone's eyes when he walked into a room.

His hair was short at the nape of his neck. It was longer on top, combed and styled so his bangs laid on the left side of his face.

He was definitely interesting looking.

Lucifer realized he was staring and immediately stopped. Hoping the man didn't notice. Instead he turned to Charlie who was squirming in his arms. “Charlie, honey, you can't run off like that.” He scolded..in the nicest way possible. He turned back to the man. Who was watching them curiously. “Again, I am so sorry. My daughter- she's a huge fan of you- like- I mean HUGE. And she just got really excited when she saw you because-”

“It's okay.” Alastor laughs, “I always appreciate meeting one of my fans.” Charlie finally manages to squirm out of Lucifer’s grasp and heads towards Alastor again - against Lucifer’s silent protests. Before she can get too close, Alastor kneels down and gives her a pat on the head. This emitted a wide grin from the child. “I love hearing you on the radio, Mr. Radio Man! Daddy puts the radio on your station every morning!”

“Just call me Alastor, dear.” Still kneeling at her level he offers one of his hands. “And what's your name, little lady?”

“I'm Charlie!” She exclaims, giving a jump of excitement as she proudly proclaims her name. She puts both of her tiny hands and places them in Alastor’s outstretched hand. The man tries to gently shake her hand so as not to hurt her, but this fails when Charlie excitedly and violently shakes his instead.

“That's enough, honey.” Lucifer quickly interjects.

Alastor chuckles - for a second Lucifer thinks it's an awkward one. Surely not; he's probably interacted with hundreds of his fans. He lets go of her hand before she can shake his anymore.“Now don’t hurt yourself, little lady.”

Lucifer clears his throat, causing both heads to turn towards him. “Uh- Charlie, dear- uh.. We should be on our way now. I'm sure Mr. Alastor has a busy schedule; he can't spend all day with you.” He chided.

Charlie pouts but doesn't refuse to listen.

“Unfortunately your father is right.” Alastor stands up, his eyes narrow on Lucifer. “I don’t believe I got your name?” He says, looking at Lucifer.

Lucifer is a little surprised that Alastor doesn’t already know who he is. Not for anything out of pride but because usually people already know who he is. But maybe he’s just being coy. “Uh, Lucifer…morningstar.” He hesitates to say his last name. He’s unsure if he is still allowed to say it.If he wants to.

Alastor hums, “ah so you're our little angel from above.” Lucifer looks at him perturbed. “The only one out of the morning stars who enjoys helping.” He says it lightly, keeping in mind Charlie is present.

Lucifer deflates on the inside but he puts on his usual sunny disposition. If for Charlie’s sake. “Yep! that's uh- that's me. I’m Lucifer morningstar.” Why does he say his name again?

“Well my lord,” Alastor extends a hand towards him. He waits for Lucifer to take it, he does after a moment. “It's a pleasure to meet you in person after all I’ve heard of you.” Alastor shakes his hand curtly in a tight firm grip. Lucifer’s own is weak and flimsy at best. Alastor lets go.

“Oh- you- you’ve heard things about me? Um..” he glances at Charlie.

Alastor catches the look. “Only good things.” He lies. “Nonetheless it's a pleasure to have met you and your daughter. And I thank you for listening to my radio show.”

“I love your singing!” Charlie says with a grin.

Alastor looks down at her, “thank you. I enjoy singing, especially for fans like you.” He makes a show of checking the watch on his wrist. “Well, it was lovely meeting you two. But I must be on my way.” Alastor says politely, giving them a wave and walking towards the exit.

He watched the man go. It was strange, he'd been listening to this man's show for a few years. More for Charlie sake. But it was weird to finally put a face to the voice. Not that Alastor's face had never been in the public eye. He assumed at least. He had just never bothered to pay attention.

“Come back soon!” Charlie called.

…

While meeting New Orleans highly regarded radio host was…interesting. Lucifer didn’t find anything particularly noteworthy about Alastor. Other than his red hair. But once upon a time he had to handle that same song and dance. In his case, going to high class balls or parties with the intent of meeting people who had an interest in the morningstars. Whether with good or bad intent, he would greet those guests with that same jovial politeness.

So all in all, Alastor didn’t stand out to him. And as Monday reered its ugly head Lucifer had just put it behind him as another out of the blue thing to happen in his mundane life. He would have forgotten about it, if not for Charlie constantly talking about how happy and excited she that she got to meet her idol. It was adorable though and Lucifer definitely won’t complain if his daughter is happy.

But Monday does come.

And Lucifer hates it, but not for the usual reasons people hate Mondays. It's because he's left by himself for eight hours. Being bored out of his mind, with no one to talk to, and constantly struggling to entertain himself.

He goes about his morning as usual. It begins with him walking to the end of the hallway and knocking on Charlie’s door before opening it. She has an alarm set but he makes sure she’s awake anyway. Next he makes a̶ h̶o̶m̶e̶ c̶o̶o̶k̶e̶d̶ b̶r̶e̶a̶k̶f̶a̶s̶t̶… a good ol’ bowl of cereal! And that's their breakfast for the day. Because once Charlie is finished eating he ushers her off to get dressed while he makes sure she has everything packed in her school bag for first grade. It's a public school and the kids have been…okay - a questionable okay - with her. He hasn’t gotten any complaints from the kids or Charlie so he thinks it's okay? Regardless, it's been two weeks since she started 1st grade and he can only hope it continues to go well.

Once Charlie is dressed and Lucifer checks that she has her schoolwork, and her lunch - a sandwich and some fruit - they are out the door at 7:30 and hopping in his car.

Lucifer opens the back door on the passenger side and lifts Charlie into her car seat. He buckles her in - struggling with the straps, as always - and sets her backpack in the middle seat beside her before shutting the door. He walks around to the driver’s side and gets in, starting up the car.

Charlie, still waking up, rubs her eyes and yawns before asking, “daddy, can we listen to the radio man?” Lucifer smiles; her voice always sounds so cute when she's tired. “Of course, sweetie.” He pressed the button on the radio that flipped through his saved radio stations. First was a Kidz Bop station. Charlie really liked listening to that one before she began listening to Alastor.

He pressed the button again and immediately heard Alastor’s voice cut in.

“-oing? I hope all of you lovely listeners out there are doing fantastic today! It's a warm eighty degrees here in new Orleans today, and it looks like it will be another sunny day with no rain. Perfect conditions for some outdoor cooking later today, if I do say so myself!”

The brief thought of asking Charlie if she'd like some barbecue tonight was immediately shut down. He can't even cook an egg, let alone an entire barbecued meal. Maybe I could ask Ozzy one of these days? He's a master on the grill.

As Lucifer went deeper in his thoughts, he realized It felt strange to hear Alastor and know his face and having met him in person. Now he can picture the man sitting at his desk, talking into his microphone.

“Before we continue into another song I'll be taking a few callers for the next twenty minutes. So if you'd like to call into the studio and speak to me nows your chance.”

Charlie instantly started bouncing up and down in her car seat. “Daddy! I wanna call! I wanna talk to the radio man again!”

Lucifer instantly feels guilt; he hates telling Charlie no. "Uh- honey, we need to get you to school. We'll be there within five minutes.”

Charlie sighs. "Pleeeeeease? I'll do my own clothes for the week!”

Lucifer sighs with a defeated smile. "Well, I can't pass up a good bargain. Let me get my phone.” He reaches in his pocket with one hand while keeping one hand on the steering wheel and his eyes on the road. Nothing. He switches his hands around and feels in his other pocket, his expression changing to one of small horror when he realizes it's not there.

Shit..

“I- uh- Charlie? I uh.. I think I forgot my phone at the house.”

He looks in the rearview mirror and immediately sees Charlie’s expression change from joyful to disappointed. “Oh.. Okay..” She replies half-heartedly.

Lucifer frowns, but plasters on a smile before Charlie notices. “Hey, keep your head up.” He tells her with a positive voice, hoping she doesn't hear the guilt behind it. “To make it up to you, we'll be the first people calling the next time that he takes calls. How's that sound?”

Charlie smiles. “Okay.”

They pull into the school and go into the line of cars where people are unloading their kids. He sighs and hits his head on the steering wheel. They really need to start leaving sooner. The car line is always the busiest between 7:30 and 7:45. Lucifer’s hands tighten on the wheel and his pulse rises a little. Ugh, the crowds. He taps the wheel while he waits nervously.

After about five minutes, his car is in front of the school. He immediately hops out and unbuckles Charlie’s seatbelt. He lifts her out of her seat and sets her on the ground, then hands her backpack to her. He leans down and gives her a kiss on the cheek.

“Love you very much, miss you very much, see you this afternoon, bye!” Charlie exclaimed as he stood back up. Lucifer smiles; Charlie had been saying that same thing every morning starting from about halfway through her kindergarten year. He doesn't know when she thought it up, but he likes it. It's simple, sweet, and to the point.

“Tell Vaggie and Emily I said hi!” Lucifer calls out.

“I will!”

Before the other cars behind him start honking, he hops back in his car and pulls out of the school lot. He turns the radio on a generic jazz station, because as nice as it is, he doesn't really want to listen to Alastor’s voice. He wants to get in his own thoughts, and the man’s voice between almost every song distracts him from that.

As the jazz starts to play an all-too-familar song - which Lucifer tries to ignore that fact - he starts thinking: what am I going to do today?

He turns onto the main road, his eyes focusing on the road while his head stays in his thoughts.

The house is looking a bit dirty. It's been a while since I cleaned it. Maybe I could do that today. I miss having the maids around - they were always great company. Especially Mary, she always laughed at my silly jokes. And I miss having help from Lil-...

Lucifer shakes his head before the thought can fester. No; she's a thing of the past. He needs to keep it that way. Focus on what to do today.

Yeah. Clean the house today. Maybe I can call Ozzy or Bee to keep me company. If they're not too busy, of course. I don't wanna trouble them.

Before he knows it, Lucifer pulls up to his house and turns into the driveway. The house isn't bad. He actually prefers it over the mansion he used to live in. His house is a two story blue house. The neighborhood is nice and well taken care of, but he doesn't like the neighbors much. Sure, they're friendly but their judgy nature reminds him too much of his…

…family.

It doesn't feel like the right word to describe them.

He sighs and walks up the stone path to his door. When he enters, the house is quiet. Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be quiet? Since he's the only one here. He shutters, hating how big and hollow the home feels without Charlie in it. How all the warmth is zapped from it… how, it reminds him of his room in his fathers mansion.

It was too quiet. Too large. Too empty.

Maybe this was too big of a house for only two people, after all.

He was…honestly lucky. He wouldn't have this home, his car, this neighborhood..if not for his mother. Even when he was disowned, she helped him. Afterall, he was born a Morningstar. And at birth, every morningstar got their percent of that wealth that they could have at eighteen. He had been eighteen. Disowned or not, his mother fought that battle for him, making sure he got his portion of the fortune.

Maybe it would have been smarter financially to settle into a lower income neighborhood. However, those places were always a bit more sketchy. The house may have been a pretty penny, but the neighborhood is safe and taken care of. And that's the kind of place Charlie needs to grow up in.

Mom..

He misses her..a lot.

He shook his head. No. No getting in his head. He should clean.

Maybe I should get some company.. I don't wanna be in my head anymore.

He began looking around for his phone, trying to remember where he'd left it. Right; he'd never even taken it off the charger that morning. He went to his room and sure enough, there it is, sitting in its charger. It’s a Nokia 1011, and they'd been released earlier that year. It cost a bit for him to get it, but he could afford it. So why not? Besides, who knew when he'd need it? Maybe he'd get a job one of these days and need it for communication.

He looks at the notepad next to the charger that has all the numbers of his main contacts written on it….as well as the number of the diner in case he massively screws up dinner again. Which happens more often than he likes to admit.

He looks at the list of names. There aren't a lot on the list. Most of them are about Charlie in some way. Like the number of her doctor, or school. But otherwise, there aren't many. He hums, while he stares at the list. He really needs to rewrite them in alphabetical order. He keeps going down until he sees where it reads, “Ozzy”. There’s a half-hearted doodle next to the name. It's a small sketch of a cat head with sunglasses on. Why a cat? Because Ozzy is cool like a cat. At least that's Lucifer's reasoning. He dials the number written next to it.

It rings once.

Then twice.

Then a third time.

Lucifer starts to think he's too busy right now and debates hanging up. He takes the phone away from his ear just as the line is picked up.

“Yeah?” The deep smooth voice carries through the phone. Lucifer immediately presses the phone back to his ear.

“Ozzy! Ozzster..big dog. My man..” NOPE. “My dude.. Bro..” He cringes “what's uh, what's up? .. Bro?”

A booming laugh comes from the other end. “What up, Lucy? What's happenin’?”

Lucifer laughs nervously. He starts walking around his dining room. “Ohh uh, not much just… doing things. Tons of things. Like uh..” he looks at the window. “Admiring my….lawn?” he slaps himself, dragging his hand down his face. He hears a ‘pft-’ from the other end of the line. “What about you? Your not busy are you? Sorry if you are. I hope I'm not interruping anything.”

“No, of course not! Whatcha need, babe?” Ozzy asks.

Lucifer rubs his neck, and here he goes with the pacing. “Well uh, I.. Charlie's at school and… I was hoping you could-” no don't sound needy “uhhhh…if your not too busy would you mind another cooking lesson? Or… something? Oh- I uh got this tea set from Bee do you-”

Another laugh comes from Ozzy. “If ya’ just want some company, just say somethin’. I don't mind comin’ over. Fizzy’s out doin’ some errands today anyways, so I don't got no plans.”

“Right! Right..” He drags his hand down his face again. “Sorry…uh, yeah. I could use some company if you wouldn't mind?”

“Sure! I'll be over in twenty.” Ozzy replies.

“Okay!” Lucifer's face breaks into a smile. He clears his throat. “Okay” he repeats more calmly. “See you then.”

He sighs, his anxiety dimming.

At least he agreed.

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September 12, 2012

Transcript:

to be happy now.

fair warning. i am allllll over the place tonight! so hopefully, you guys can follow along down these rabbit trails...

we're officially a little over half-way through the tracking of this album. it feels real-er than ever. i'm starting to understand all these songs more and where they've actually come from... for a minute, it was such a whirlwind of inspiration, emotion, and sweat. now that we've spent some time getting to know the album and growing with it, i can finally tell myself it's real. i can just almost tell myself that it's alright to relax. 

have you ever been that way? haven't you ever said "things are so great right now that i know something's bound to go wrong... any minute." just so you know, i might be the QUEEN of that phrase. maybe it's part of being a total realist? maybe it's just the fact that i've been through some rough situations and i know how awful it feels not to be prepared for the worst? it's been a while since i didn't have my fists in a ball... since i wasn't sort of on the defense, waiting for the attack. if there was an actual good reason for why i lived that way for so long i'd give it to you but now that i'm (hopefully!) passed that, it's a little unclear as to why that would ever be worth it. because now i wake up every morning and i know for certain that there are at least a few good people around me, if not physically then just by an iPhone somewhere, who could look me in the eye and tell me that they love me. i've got just enough blood in my veins and air in my lungs to know that i am definitely not dead. and that could be enough to say outloud, to myself... "You're OK!" 

another thing to consider is what if there is a part of us that doesn't fully want to be satisfied? what if there's something that asks us: if everything is "OK" then what do we have to strive for? to LIVE for, even? that's the constant duel in my spirit! i want life to go smoothly but when it's all working out... i'm sort of bored. ugh. it reminds me of a lyric by mewithoutYou that i've always connected with so deeply. "All I want is to want one thing." how beautifully that depicts our nature as humans to want everything, sometimes multiple things at once that couldn't be more opposite... and in the end get upset with the whole thing and want to get rid of desire altogether. (i digress!) 

what i've had to learn during this last year and a half, is that i might actually just be happy with where life is heading at this point. doesn't mean i'll always feel this way. nothing's perfect... at least for very long! anyway, it might just be OK to be happy now. right now in this very moment. i should just go with it, right? by the way, if i don't sound completely insane to you after 3 paragraphs which all are complete contradictions to each other then i appreciate your patience and flexible perspective. 

all this to say, i feel happy and i feel like my soul is actually being fulfilled. not only by the making of this album but also by the few close relationships i have in my life that have either stood the test of time or have bloomed from virtually nothing since entering whatever phase of my life i'm in at the moment. i'm not waiting for the sky to fall because i know that while the sky is staying up there in it's place, i have my opportunity to live. no more wasting time, hope, emotions, on worrying when, if, or how i could ever be let down again. i'm going to tell myself it's okay to be happy now.

i guess i want to finish this off by asking you what fulfills you. what is it that reaches your soul? it doesn't have to be some profound thing or even anything cool. if you can hold that one thing in your mind and know that you're exactly who you are supposed to be in that moment, then that could be all you need to get from point A to point B. maybe i want to finish THAT by saying, let's all listen to "One Thing" by One Direction and sing it to each other. you've got that one thing and guess what? it doesn't even need to be named. cause you just know and so does One Direction.

ok, i don't know how you made it to the end of this.... love you, mean it.  hayley

#paramore #hayley williams #2012 #livejournal #self titled

[nightfallgame]

(NSFW) SHORT — Hisa Igarashi (01)

Originally Written: 07-31-20

Prompt: F! Hisa makes me want to bully ver just as much as I want to with her male counterpart. So, maybe ter s/o keeps denying her orgams until she is begging for it, and then shaming her for begging.

Hikari is little enough that she's easy to tie down. You've commented on that a couple of times, but Hikari never thought much on what that could mean until now. 

Her hands are tied to the headboard, soft fabric binding her little wrists right where you want them. Hikari is completely unclothed, every part of her slender, pale body revealed to your eyes. You're sitting between her spread-wide legs with a small, pink object in hand. 

"Get to it!" she snaps when you spend a little too long just looking at her. You said you had a reason for tying her down, and this is embarrassing enough without you staring. 

"Fine, fine. Gonna cut me off from admiring my pretty girl, hm?" 

You laugh, but reach between Hikari's spread thighs next. 

The feeling of your warm fingers spreading the loose, petal-frilled skin of her labia makes Hikari tense. She's... sensitive down there. You both haven't done much in the means of sex, but you've made Hikari 'come' in ways that have her screeching just from fingers down there. Hikari bites her lip. There's something unsettling in your eyes. 

You use one thumb to lift the little hood of skin off of what you say is called her 'clit'. 

"Wh-What are you doing?" Hikari asks, NOT at all nervously, when your attention diverts to the little pink thing still in your hand. 

You click a button on the top of it, and the thing buzzes to life. 

"Making you beg," you smile. "This is a vibrator, and it's going to do some very fun things to you. Or more like... I'm going to. I won't let you come until you beg me, and I know how proud you are, so get ready to wait a bit, I guess."

"I will not beg!" Hikari protests. "I don't care what you think you can do, I will not—!"

You press the pink thing to her clit and Hikari cuts herself off with a shriek. 

Instantly, her thighs try to snap closed around the shock of feeling right where she's much too sensitive. The buzzing feels so good it almost hurts. It's way, way more stimulation than your fingers ever came close to. You hold the thing in place for one second, two seconds, three, and then, just when Hikari is about to try to kick you, you take it away. 

She's panting in its loss. The sound that just came out of her has Hikari's cheeks burning. You barely held the thing there for three seconds and her everything down there feels hot and tingly. 

"Y-You, you will not do th-that agai-" You cut Hikari off by doing exactly what she was ordering you not to; pressing the buzzing thing right back on her clit and holding it there. 

Hikari's hips twist, but you pin her in place with your free hand. She's suddenly, painfully, acutely aware of how much bigger you are, of how easy it would be for you to grab her and hold her down and keep that pink thing there until—

She feels herself whimper at the thought. 

It doesn't take long for her to get to the verge of coming. You hold the toy in place for maybe ten seconds, and just when Hikari is about to the edge... you take it away. 

With a high-pitched moan of loss, Hikari squirms helplessly against the sheets. She doesn't know when she started wanting the toy on her instead of away, but she was so close. You pulled it away just before the shuddery, clenching feeling could take her over. 

"You want to come, don't you?" you ask her with a near-pitying look. "I told you what you have to do. Beg me, and I'll let you. Otherwise..."

The toy goes back to her clit. Hikari, suddenly twice as sensitive, yelps like she's been shocked. When her legs try to close this time, you use one hand to hold her thigh open and spread, giving you a perfect view of every embarrassing part between her legs. You hold the buzzing thing against her clit again until she's making sharp, short, fluttery moans, but just when she's about to hit the edge...

You take it away again. 

Hikari howls and really does try to kick you. All you do is laugh. 

The process repeats itself over and over. Eight times, if Hikari is counting right. You drag her right up to the point where she's about to come, then take it away eight times. 

Hikari moans and struggles and bucks her hips to either get more or get away, but you don't budge. You hold her in place and hold that stupid pink thing in place until her head is spinning and her throat feels raw from how much noise she's made. 

Every time, she gets more sensitive. Every time, Hikari feels her desperation spike. What started out as mild frustration has turned into an awful, all-consuming need for some kind of release. Her clit feels swollen up and painfully tender. You can barely hold the vibrator against it for more than two seconds at a time before you have to take it away to deny her her release.

Finally, she can't take it anymore. 

"Please," Hikari whines, even as she recoils at her own embarrassingly desperate tone. "Please, c-come on. I'm b-begging, so— d-do what you said you would." 

"That's not begging at all," you laugh. "You're telling me what to do, not asking nicely. I suppose a spoiled brat like you just doesn't know how to say things the way she should. Try using some nicer words... and maybe try telling me how desperate you are. What a slut you're being."

Hikari grits her teeth. You're mocking her. 

"P-Please," she bites out again. Anything to avoid the awful, awful edging. "M-Make me come. I'm being good, so— Ah—!" She's cut off when you tap the vibrator against her clit once, short and sharp. If you do it again, if you tear her orgasm away again, she's really going to scream. "Please, please, p-please!"

"Wow, you really are needy. You know, I expected better of the 'pure one', not hearing her pleading for an orgasm after what, ten minutes? You're all puffy and pink down here, Hikari. I think... you're not ready yet."

"Wh-What—!?"

"Nope, not ready. If you can still get words out, you don't need to come. We'll keep going until I think you really want it. I think... ten more edges will do it. You'll be really desperate then, so I look forward to seeing what comes out of your mouth." 

With a wicked smirk, you pull the hood of her clit up again, exposing the little bud completely, then press the buzzing thing right against it. 

Hikari sobs. 

#Hisa Igarashi #The Sanctuary of Loss #Short #Reader #Lemon #Genderswap Au

[channiebelly]

Classmate

tropes: body worship.

ship: vernon/chan

wordcount: .9k

Vernon has a crush on the chubby boy in his class, Chan. He asks Chan out and everything seems to be going well until things start to get heated. Vernon needs to show Chan just how sexy he is.

There's this guy in Vernon's class, Chan. He's cute, funny, talkative, has adorable chubby cheeks, a good butt, and, most importantly, an impressive, round belly. So, he's just Vernon's type.

Towards the end of the semester, Vernon finally gets up the courage to ask him out.

"Chan!" Chan has left the classroom already, and Vernon is racing to catch up with him (not that Chan walks particularly fast).

"Oh, Vernon?" Chan asks when Vernon finally catches up to him. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah! Everything's perfect!" Vernon cringes at himself. That was definitely too excited. "I just wanted to ask if maybe you wanted to go out with me sometime. As a date."

"Oh." Chan blushes, to Vernon's delight. "I'd love that."

"Great," Vernon says. They exchange numbers, and then Vernon's off, walking in the other direction to his next class, a grin not leaving his face.

The date goes very well. They meet up for coffee and lunch, and arrange another date a few days later. That date goes well too. Amazing, actually. Vernon likes Chan more than he thought possible after such a short amount of time.

For their third date, Vernon invites Chan over to his place for a movie night. He tries to make his intentions very clear: he tells Chan that they'll have the apartment to themselves, he arranges it for the evening and even drops a "netflix and chill" comment in their text conversation.

Chan shows no hesitation to the concept.

Which is why Vernon is a little confused when Chan suddenly switches gears when Vernon tries to take his shirt off. They had been making out heavily on the couch just a minute before, Chan's hand had been on the bulge in Vernon's jeans, and they were both very into it.

"Sorry!" Chan yelps as soon as Vernon's hands grip the hem of his shirt. "Wait."

Vernon backs away immediately. "Is everything okay?"

"I'm just worried you'll be disappointed," Chan says. "I'm not exactly ripped."

"...Yeah," Vernon says.

"I'm a bit chunky," Chan says. He's blushing again. Vernon ignores how cute he finds it, this is clearly important to Chan.

"Chan, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but I know. Your size is not exactly a secret."

"Oh," Chan says. He sounds upset. Shit.

"I like your size. I knew what your body looked like before I asked you out, and I liked it. I wouldn't have asked you out if I wasn't attracted to you."

"Really?" Chan says. Vernon wishes he could tell Chan just how alluring he found his size, how he had to stop himself from staring at the prominent swell of Chan's belly from across the room, how the time Chan's shirt had risen up and shown his soft underbelly hadn't left his mind for weeks, how he had fanaticised about what Chan looked like under his hoodies all semester. Vernon had been wanting to get his hands on Chan for ages. He hated the idea that Chan thought that he wasn't attracted to him.

"Absolutely." Vernon kisses Chan again, deep and slow. "I think you are incredibly sexy. Can I please take your shirt off?"

Chan giggles. "Well since you asked nicely."

Vernon doesn't wait any longer. He pulls Chan's shirt over his head, and there Chan is, shirtless and right in front of Vernon. He's hotter than Vernon ever could've imagined. Somehow, his belly looks bigger without the fabric obscuring it. It's rounded and enormous, with a pair of chubby moobs sitting on top. The sides of his belly turn into rolls of fat that wrap around his back and he has large love handles that are struggling to stay contained in his waistband. He's gorgeous.

Vernon must be staring too hard, because Chan gets nervous and starts to move away. "I'm sorry. It's too much. I'll just go."

Vernon grabs his wrist. "Don't. Please. You're absolutely incredible." He runs his tongue over his lips. "Can I touch?"

Chan nods and Vernon reaches out to place his hands on the distended sides of Chan's belly. He does it slowly, taking in every sensation. He'd wanted to touch Chan for month, and now he's right where he wants him. He's going to make the most of this.

He runs his hands over the full expanse of Chan's stomach, testing the firmness at various points. He's mapping out Chan's stomach with his hands. The top of Chan's stomach is incredibly firm, almost solid, and Chan lets out a little hiccup when he presses into it. Around his bellybutton and above is also very firm and taut, but there's a bit more give when Vernon presses into it. Underneath his bellybutton is pure softness. The skin there is buttery soft and smooth and supple enough for Vernon hold it in his hands. He takes two handfuls of it and shakes, watching the rolls on Chan's sides shake with it.

This whole time, Chan's breathing has been getting heavier and heavier, as Vernon continued his exploration. But when Vernon trails a finger gently over Chan's underhang, his breathing gets rapidly heavier. He likes being touched there, Vernon learns.

"Fuck," Vernon says. "you're so hot." He starts kneading into the sides of Chan's belly, more insistently now. "Please let me fuck you."

Chan must believe that Vernon isn't lying about finding him attractive at this point, because he nods.

Vernon can't wait any longer. He stands up quickly and offers a hand out to Chan to help pull him off the couch. Vernon is going to spend the entire night convincing Chan of just how sexy he is.

#kpop feederism #svt feederism #fat chan #admirer vernon #verchan

[m-jelly]

Kisses?

Perfect banner by @kenkopanda-art

Pairing: Mafia!Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Romance, fluff, cute, love, mafia Levi, needy Levi, possessive Levi, teasing Levi, sweet.

Concept: When it comes to kisses, it is almost always you giving them to Levi. Recently, you're always initiating things when it comes to kisses and cuddling, so you got a little mad. Levi used to be very romantic with you, always touching you and kissing you. Levi goes nuts for not getting kisses and hugs, so he attacks you with them. Levi openly confesses that Erwin told him to tone down the affection or you'd feel suffocated. You tell Levi to ignore Erwin and take all the kisses and hugs he needs.

Levi slipped into the apartment feeling exhausted. All he wanted now was kisses and cuddles from you, but Erwin has warned him about being too overbearing and possessive of you. He was told he needed to let you come to him. So, he couldn't just go to you and snuggle.

He saw you wrapped up in a blanket on the single seat, one leg hanging over the arm. He watched your toes curl and release in thought as you read your book. He loved every inch of your body. He wanted to explore you, nibble you, kiss you and hold you. He was ready to attack, but Erwin's warning rang in his ears. If he smothered you too much, he could lose you.

Levi sighed and sat on the sofa. "I'm home."

You glanced at Levi. "Welcome home. How was work?"

He hummed. "Okay. How was your day?"

You smiled. "Good, I got a lot done around the apartment. I spent some time with the ladies and Mike hung out for a while."

Levi's first clenched as jealousy took over. "That so?"

You hummed. "We played video games." You slapped your book closed. "I'm going for a shower and then I'll work on dinner."

He waited for a kiss and for you to tussle his hair, but you didn't. He frowned a bit and looked over at you. "Bunny?"

You stopped before you went into the bedroom. "Yes?"

He pouted. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

You stared at him knowing it was a kiss and cuddle, but he'd been holding back and it made you sad. "Mmm...don't think so...oh! Yes I am. I called your mother like you asked and she'll be coming over this weekend for dinner."

"Right." He stared at you and watched you leave. He pouted a little before going into the bedroom and changing out of his suit into comfy clothes. He slipped into the bathroom and watched the water run over your body. He smiled a little as he eyed. "Beautiful."

You looked over at Levi. "You spying on me?"

He eyed the tattoo of his name right between your breasts with beautiful patterns and art. "Maybe."

You stepped out and wrapped up in a towel. "Do you want a shower?"

"No."

You hummed and walked into the bedroom. "What do you want for dinner?"

He followed you. "Don't mind."

You dried off and started getting changed. "I can make anything."

He pouted at you. "Bunny."

You put your hair up messily. "Grumpy."

He followed you into the kitchen. "You're being mean."

You tied your apron on. "Mean how?"

He whined. "Bunny!"

You pressed the end of his nose. "Use your words."

He growled at you. "Bunny."

You got everything out and started making dinner. "I still don't know what's wrong."

He groaned and stormed around. "I've been home for a while now and you still haven't hugged me or kissed me! It's driving me nuts!"

You shrugged. "Tough shit. You haven't hugged or kissed me for three days. So, I should be the one annoyed and not you."

He stared at you. "Wait, you're upset and annoyed that I haven't hugged or kissed you? But Erwin said."

You pointed your knife at Levi. "Erwin said what?"

Levi put his hands up and gulped hard as he stared at the knife. "He said I was being too clingy with you, almost suffocating. So, I need to step back."

You narrowed your eyes. "When was the last time Erwin had a girlfriend?"

"Umm...I can't remember."

"Exactly!" You stabbed the knife into the chopping board. "Has he ever dated me?"

"Never!"

You poked Levi's chest. "So, how the fuck would he know what I want!?"

He felt a shiver run through him as he realised he was attracted to powerful you. "He wouldn't."

You turned away from Levi and yanked the knife out. "Good boy. Now, if you want hugs and kisses, you ask and you take. Got it?"

"Yes, bunny." He shuffled closer and held a bit of your shirt. "Bunny? Kisses?"

You looked over at him to see he was blushing a little. "Of course." You leaned over and kissed him. "You can also take as many kisses and hugs as possible. You are not suffocating to me."

He whined. "Bunny, I need more kisses."

You giggled. "Well, how about you hold me from behind as I cook? That way you can kiss my neck."

Levi wrapped his arms around you and started nibbling your neck. "I'm sorry I held back for so long."

You hummed. "I was starting to think you didn't want me anymore."

"I always want you."

You let out a long sigh. "I adore you, but when you go from being super loving and cuddly to not touching or kissing me, I start to worry that you've moved on."

He clung to you. "Never. I have your name tattooed right where my heart is. You're a part of me, forever and always. I love you. I'd do anything for you. I'd break anyone who hurts you. You're mine."

You squeaked when he bit the crook of your neck. "Yes, Levi. I'm yours."

He purred at you. "Bunny. I need more kisses."

"Let me finish up the food."

"Kisses."

You giggled. "I'm almost done."

He bit your shoulder hard. "Kisses!"

You finished the last bit of food, before turning in Levi's arms. "Okay, okay, kisses time."

Levi crashed his lips against yours. He pulled on your bottom lip between his teeth before lifting you up and slamming you against the wall. He pushed his tongue into your mouth and roughly kissed you like you were going to disappear. He moaned and growled as you tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled. Levi gripped your thighs hard as he started rutting against you.

You gasped for hair as your lips felt bruised. You moaned Levi bit your neck. "Levi, the dinner."

"You're my dinner."

You giggled. "You romantic, but seriously the dinner!"

He put you down. "Okay." He slapped your bum hard making you squeak. "So fucking hot."

You started dishing out dinner. "My bum is sore now."

He walked up behind you and massaged your bum. "I'm sorry, bunny. How about I kiss it better?"

You sighed. "Later, for now you need to eat."

He purred at you. "Kisses?"

You turned around and kissed him. "Kisses."

#levi ackerman #levi #snk levi #fanfic #levi fanfiction #aot fanfiction #levi x you #levi x y/n #aot x you #aot levi #captain levi #levi x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi fluff #levi ackerman fluff #jelly fanfics #mafia levi

[youngpettyqueen]

some uhhh *tosses dart* BJ/Peg hurt comfort?? with maybe something motorcycle related? (vroom 💜)

this is perfect cause this has been on my mind since your addition to my Yalu Brick Road posting last night. please enjoy the Hunnicutts Cannot Fucking Drive agenda

"I think I did pretty good for my second try." Peg tells him.

BJ, currently carrying her back to the house, snorts and shakes his head. "That isn't exactly a tall order," He replies, "Your first try on the motorcycle lasted all of 5 seconds and I got to treat my first sprained wrist." He reminds her.

"An improvement is an improvement!" Peg insists, "This time I lasted at least 10 seconds, and I only scraped my knees. You're the one who decided you just had to scoop me up like a blushing bride." She points out.

"I like carrying you," He reasons, nudging their front door open with his foot so that he can step inside, "Why walk when you can be carried by your big, strong husband?"

Peg can't help but smile at that. Husband. The title is still new, but she likes the way it sounds when he says it. "I hope you know you've just signed up to carry me around for the rest of our lives," She says, "If my feet ever touch the floor again I will be filing a complaint."

"Every day, huh?" BJ asks as he sweeps through the entrance and into the kitchen, "I can think of worse things. After all," He sets her down, carefully and gently, to sit on the kitchen counter, "We can't have you complaining, can we?" He flashes her a dazzling smile.

Peg meets his smile with one of her own, though hers is full of mischief. "Does that mean if I complain, you'll let me back on the bike?" She inquires.

His smile never drops. "Peggy, darling, if there's one thing I know about you, it's that I will never be able to tell you what you're allowed to do," He tells her, full of love and warmth, before continuing, "I can, however, ask you very nicely to not get on the bike unless I'm right there to keep you from tipping over," And then, just to be cheeky, he adds, "Again."

"I suppose that's fair," Peg gives him. She watches him as he takes a quick look at her bloody knees, lifting one leg up and then the other. His expression is going concerned, and she can't have that, so she asks, "Give it to me straight, doctor- will I live?"

"Only if we amputate," BJ replies without missing a beat, "But that can wait until morning. For now, I can clean these up and apply the best thing medicine ever came up with," He leaves her in suspense for a moment, flashing a grin at her as he says, "Bandaids."

"Excuse me, Dr. Hunnicutt," She reaches over to take him by the collar, her mischievous grin only growing, "I do believe you're forgetting a step in the treatment plan."

"Oh?" He follows her tug easily, eyes flicking quickly to her lips, his own smile growing eager, "And what would that be, Mrs. Hunnicutt?" He asks.

"A kiss," She informs him, "Kisses make everything better, didn't they teach you that in school?"

"How silly of me to forget," He hums, leaning in close, "I guess I'll have to make up for it."

And then they kiss like newlyweds do- too much for too long, and completely forgetting about everything they're actually supposed to be doing. If kisses really could make anything better, Peg's scraped knees would've been good as new.

Still. It's pretty damn good, even if they do eventually have to break apart so that BJ can take care of her.

(They can always pick up where they left off afterwards.)

#mash #fic bitching #shorts #peg hunnicutt #bj hunnicutt #tell me why this was so hard to write #drafted up like 8 different ideas before I settled on this #it was fun tho! love some Hunnicutts #I think they cannot fucking drive for shit #Peg gets on a motorcycle and it immediately pitches over #ty Ally I hope u like <3

[pyr0manias]

BRIM ANGST!!!!!!!

(Badly written edition)

"..What do you mean?"

Brian's tone nearly broke Tim, the shakiness of it practically tearing out his heart. He couldn't even look at his face. If he tried he knew he'd be weak, he'd change his mind.. he can't even handle the thought of Brian's pretty face, a shaking lip and teary eyes at Tim's request.

"I just.. I think we need a break. It's not exactly working out." Tim choked out, staring directly at the floor.

"You wanna break up..?"

"No, no, not break up just-.. a break.. give eachother some space."

"But.. did I.. did I do something wrong?" Brian whimpered, tears threatening to spill as Tim avoided his eyes. Tim knew he didn't understand, knew what he was thinking. 'Was he not enough? Did Tim want someone else?' Of course he didn't, Brian was perfect. But as Tim's symptoms got worse, he knew distance was for the best until it got better again.

"You did nothing wrong, Bri..." Tim sighed, wincing at the sound of Brian's sniffles. No doubt he was crying now. "I just.. need some time."

After a long moment, Brian slowly nodded, holding in a hiccup as he stood.

"I understand." He whispered, wrapping his arms around himself. Where was he gonna go? He didn't have anyone to stay with, he lives with Tim right now.. he's a poor college kid, he can't afford an entire new house.

"..I'm gonna go for a walk."

Tim didn't get to answer before Brian left, now wandering the sidewalks as he let himself cry. Tim left him. All this time spent together, sharing, loving.. and he left. Brian told him about everything, about his fears, about his past, and Tim promised. He promised they'd be together, he promised he loved Brian, but he lied. He is a liar. He made a promise he never intended to keep, and now Brian has to deal with the consequences of his own foolish trust.

Tim wasn't doing much better, his head in his hands as he barely kept himself together. He was pacing now, unsure of how to progress. He doesn't want to kick Brian out, but what if that demon starts targeting him, too? Maybe someone else will let Brian stay with them, keep him away until things are better.

Tim eyed his phone and took a deep breath. He picked it up and slowly dialed a number, biting his lip nervously. The only person he could really ask this of.

"I swear to god if you're gonna tell me you're not coming in next week I'll kill you." Alex's gruff voice answered immediately once he picked up. "Jay already might not make it, I can't have you dipping out too-"

"I need you to do me a favor."

". . .What."

Tim took a deep breath before continuing.

"Brian and I are taking a break. Do you mind letting him stay with you until it's over?"

There was silence from Alex for a minute before he answered, even angrier than before.

"What did you do?"

Tim couldn't help the chuckle that left him at the accusation. Of course, everyone expected that Brian would be the one to leave Tim. He's way out of his league, it's a miracle he agreed to date Tim in the first place.

"Nothing. I was the one who asked for it."

"...."

"...."

"...What... what did -he- do?"

That didn't even sound right to either of them.

"Nothing.. I just.. need space. He'll come over with his stuff soon, if you can have him over."

"Yeah, yeah I can.. I can have him over." Alex's voice was far quieter now.

When Brian returned home, there was a box waiting for him. All packed. Brian broke down immediately at the sight of it- where is he supposed to go? Tim really is kicking him out.

"..You're back."

Speaking of who...

Brian didn't turn to face him, just kept crying.

"Look, um.. I asked Alex if you could stay with him for a bit.. he said yes.. I just don't think we should live together while we.. sort stuff out. It's not that I don't want you here, it's just--"

Tim didn't get to finish before Brian left, bringing the box with him. He sighed, staring longingly out the open door for a minute before slowly reaching out to shut it, closing his eyes. His head was aching.

"..Sorry, baby." He whispered, opening his eyes after a minute. Slowly, Tim retreated upstairs and shut the door behind him as he began to cough, curling up in bed and holding tight onto the sweater he'd taken from Brian's side of the closet, which was now half-empty.

#marble hornets #brian x tim #tim wright #yandere masky #yandere creepypasta #brilex #brian x alex #angst #i have no plan for this story i just had a headache and needed to write !!