#get some writing stuff done but it's alright!! i'll get over it. another day i guess :')

[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 35]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.2K

Chapter warning(s): Alcohol and alcohol consumption.

"Hey, I'm headed off. I'll see you back at mine?" You told Yunho.

"Hang on." He told Yeosang and came over to follow you into the kitchen. Even if he was seeing you in an hour or two, Yunho always insisted on walking you out.

"Mmm, rest well. I'll see you later." He bear hugged you and kissed your cheek. Lip kisses was still a little rare with the two of you, especially in a public space. But Yunho was grateful to receive them anyway. When it was just the two of you, he would always steal kisses and kiss you whenever he could.

"Let me know when you're on the way. I'll leave the door unlocked in case I'm in the shower or something." You said.

"Alright." He patted your head, waving to Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho, who were waiting by their cars. The 3 waved back to the tall male as you jogged to Seonghwa.

"Let's go." You jumped in.

"Luckily I did all the prep last night and some cooking just now. Tomorrow's off day will be spent sleeping." You giggled.

"Yeah, we'll probably all end up crashing at yours anyway after tonight." He chuckled in agreement as he drove back to your house. When he parked, you saw Wooyoung and Jongho.

"Come on." Jongho held your hand and all 4 of you headed in.

Tonight, all of you were surprising Yunho with a party to celebrate the restaurant being open for 6 months. His friends were in on it too, they'll try to get to your house before Yunho since he is driving alone, thinking it was just another night of sleeping at your place.

"Let's get started." You pulled your apron on to continue cooking the dishes that Yunho liked. It was an effort on everyone's part to keep the restaurant going but you wanted to make it special for Yunho.

"Check the pork shoulder for me?" You requested. Wooyoung was at the oven in an instant.

"Texture is looking good. I'll remove the foil to get the crackling going." He said and you nodded your head.

"It still has about an hour to go. It's been going for 7 hours." You informed, checking the timer and the piece of paper where you wrote down the dishes.

"Here's all the prep stuff." Jongho brought the deli containers of prepped ingredients to Seonghwa.

"Luckily we worked on all this last night. Now it's just putting it together." Jongho noted.

"Yes but like I was telling Hwa, we'll spend the day getting the sleep we deserve tomorrow." You laughed. Wooyoung and Jongho nodded in agreement. Like always, no matter where your team was, you all worked so well together.

"Abura soba is done, pork shoulder is in the oven, steaks will be done last minute. Can I start the arrancini or does anyone need any hands?" You called out.

"Don't forget to frost the cake!" Wooyoung reminded.

"You do that, I'll get started on the arrancini. Then you can take over." Jongho patted your shoulder.

"Thanks." You went to the larger fridge in your pantry and took the cake out. Grabbing an offset spatula, you frosted the cake over the crumb coat you had applied on earlier.

"Honestly, thank god for your prior planning skills in this. If you only had that main fridge out there, we wouldn't fit all this."

"I know. But honestly, that initial bedroom in the back was so small, it was easier to just turn it into a pantry. I needed that space more than a spare bedroom anyway." You chuckled, piping the frosting in a elegant pattern over the top of the cake. After writing the letters, you put the cake back in the fridge.

"Oh, Hongjoong and the others are on the way. They rushed out of there while Yunho was locking up the place." Seonghwa said. On cue, you sent Yunho a text to stall him.

"What did you ask him?" Wooyoung asked.

"Said to pick up a few blocks of butter since I'm recipe testing." You chuckled. Of course, the ever kind Yunho agreed to do it.

*DING DONG*

"Must be the others." You went to open the door for them. San engulfed you in a hug, as if you didn't just see him a few hours ago. But you still patted his back to reciprocate.

"Welcome, make yourselves at home." You smiled and went back to the kitchen.

"Woah, it's like a restaurant kitchen in here." Hongjoong said, seeing the size of the kitchen.

"Who needs a dining area?" You raised your eyebrows with a laugh. The boys all greeted each other then tried to help where they could. It was amusing seeing Mingi venture through your house, respectfully of course, and seeing your pantry.

"Wow! It's like a convenience store in here but less packaged snacks and sweets." Mingi said, making everyone laugh.

"With the way we cook, we need more space to keep stuff, which also means two fridges. And frankly, we run out of space quite often." Jongho said.

"Yunho just got the butter, he's on the way. 15 minutes." You informed, reading the text.

"We better get started on decorations." Yeosang took out the small balloons and simple streamers that they bought.

"This is the dressing, if you could help dress the salad. Just shake it up first since the oil separated." Wooyoung handed the salad bowl and dressing container to San.

"Where are the cups?" Mingi asked. You pointed to the cupboard and showed him where all the cutlery, plates and bowls were as well.

"Steak is tented and resting." Seonghwa announced.

"Getting the short ribs out." You said. Seonghwa came over held the big serving bowl for you while you took out pieces of the short rib and poured the sauce over. The meat was so soft, falling off the bone as you used your tongs to put it into the bowl. You tore off a small piece to give Seonghwa and yourself.

"It's perfect." He smiled. You laughed and he brought the serving bowl to put with the rest of the food.

"Yah! Stop stealing! Take some salad if you're that hungry." San whined as Hongjoong took a piece of the steak that he was bringing to the food table.

"Nah, no vegetables for me. Waste of calories." Hongjoong scrunched his nose in disgust.

"Hongjoong, that spiced chicken dish I made the other day for family meal? It's mostly vegetables, you ate all that." You pointed out.

"What? Really?! (y/n), I trusted you!" Hongjoong yelled.

"You trust me to take care of you, I do that by feeding you vegetables and making you healthy." You scoffed. Seonghwa slung his arm around you, laughing at hongjoong.

"Like hiding vegetables in a kid's meal." Seonghwa chuckled. You hummed, you were all used to this. Working in multiple restaurants, parents always requested that you somehow hide vegetables in their children's food.

*DING DONG*

"That's Yunho!" You broke away to go to the door while Wooyoung dimmed the lights.

"Hi, love. Sorry, I'm late. I got your butter!" Yunho held the bag up with a proud grin. You chuckled, he really looked so cute. You reached up to pat his head.

"Thank you for making the detour." You smiled softly. His golden retriever tail must be thumping against the ground happily now.

"Don't mention it. It's no big deal." He leaned down to hug you, nuzzling his cheek against yours.

"Why's it so dark?" Yunho tilted his head as he entered. You shrugged, leaning against the wall as you waited for him to remove his shoes. Being dim, he didn't notice his friends' shoes there.

"What's going o-"

"Surprise! Happy 6 months to the restaurant!" The lights turned on and everyone jumped up. Yunho jumepd slightly at the sound, eyes widening as he realised what was going on. He was speechless, turning to you then to his friends then back to you. You just laughed at his dumbfounded, surprised reaction.

"What?! So this is why you all rushed off?" Yunho went to his friends, pointing a finger at them. Even if he had an accusatory tone, he was smiling the whole time.

"Oh, just thank us for the surprise." Mingi rolled his eyes, going over to hug his best friend.

"Thank you, everyone." Yunho said over Mingi's shoulder.

"I honestly didn't even know that it has been 6 months, time flies so quickly." He continued, patting Mingi's back until he let go. Jongho was quick to put a drink in Yunho's hand.

"Hey, eat first." Seonghwa scolded. Yunho's eyes sparkled as he saw all his favourite dishes lined up.

"It's all my favourites!" Yunho took his phone out to tak a picture of all the dishes.

All the boys queued up to get their food, filling at least two plates each with food before sitting in your living room to eaat together. Wooyoung and Jongho went around, pouring everyone a drink, insisting that everyone must have a little.

"Mhmm, the short ribs are so good. The meat is so tender." San hummed happily as he chewed, already digging in. He cast you a smile, to which you smiled back.

"Yah! We haven't had a toast yet." Hongjoong said. San shrugged, not interested in the alcohol at all.

"Speech, speech!" You and Yeosang giggled as you chanted, trying to put Yunho on the spot. He shot you a glare of betrayal.

"Uhh, you know I'm bad at speeches... Thank you for this surprise and for the past 6 months. We have a good thing going thanks to all of your efforts, so let's continue to do that?" He tilted his head.

"Wow, he's really bad..." Mingi shook his head.

"I'd like to see you try." Yunho hissed. But everyone raised their cups anyway to toast to Yunho, themselves and the restaurant.

"Your ears are red." You chuckled, reaching up to gently rub his burning ears, before taking a sip of your drink.

"There you go, teasing me again." He pouted, leaning over to give you a kiss. You knew this was just Yunho trying to tease you back, plus he was happy with the fact that you've helped him keep the restaurant going for 6 months. He didn't even consider the weight of his actions until Hongjoong and San teased him.

"Get a room!" Jongho yelled. Yunho's face turned bright red, groaning as he buried his face in your chest, his arms holding your waist. You laughed at his embarrassment.

"Hey, you were the one who kissed me." You said as you stroked the back of his head.

"Stop~" He whined.

"Okay, okay. Start eating." You waved everyone off. Ultimately, you had a soft spot for Yunho and would easily give in to help him. You caught Seonghwa laughing at how soft you were for Yunho.

"Shut up, Hwa." You glared. You pulled Yunho's face away from yours and he stared up at you.

"Eat a lot. I made your favourites." You smiled. He nodded and began to eat but still kept one arm around your waist.

"So good." He smiled at you. You watched as Wooyoung and San deliberately put a heaping spoon of salad onto Hongjoong's plate, right on top of the meat that he was eating. Hongjoong yelled at the two, threatening to hit them.

"You have to eat too." You looked down to see Yunho holding his chopsticks out to you. You gave in and ate the piece of meat he had in his chopsticks then ate your own food.

"More drinks!" Jongho went around topping everyone up.

"Hope you're ready for us to crash here, (y/n)." Yeosang laughed. You nodded with a thumbs up.

"I am prepared for that. I'll just leave you guys out here. There's one guest room down the hall, help yourselves to it... If you can make it there." You giggled.

"Yeah, I'm crashing in (y/n)'s room." Wooyoung said.

"No, I am." Seonghwa hit the back of his head. You remembered the last time that happened, you were chased out of your own bed.

"But... I..." Yunho said softly before pursing his lips, about to raise his hand to interject. He wanted to say that he was going to be the one sharing a bed with you tonight but he knew Wooyoung and Seonghwa, especially, claimed that spot in your bed way before he did. He put his hand down with a pout.

"Yah, you two can take the bed in the guest room. Yunho's with me now. There's no space." You spoke up, making Yunho's head whip around to look at you in disbelief.

"Wow... Ultimate betrayal." Seonghwa shook his head. Wooyoung nodded along with Seonghwa.

"Because the last time you guys tried to squeeze on my bed, I had to go to the guest room to bunk with Jongho." You rolled your eyes.

"It's because you don't want to cuddle." Wooyoung pointed out.

"With the two of you, it's more smothering than cuddling." You scoffed as you drank your drink. The other boys just laughed at the way the 3 of you bantered.

"Okay! We're doing shots now!" Hongjoong went around passing out shot cups and topping them up.

"This is not going to end well..." San shook his head but took the shot anyway. Yunho gulped his shot and poured himself another. Jongho grinned mischeviously, refilling Mingi's shot glass while the taller was distracted by his food.

"You didn't drink, Mingi hyung." Jongho said innocently.

"What? You're lying, you just refilled it, didn't you? I swear I drank when Hongjoong hyung gave out the shots." Mingi argued, scratching his head.

"Nah, you're just tipsy." Wooyoung added to Jongho's lie, trying to convince Mingi otherwise.

"Oh... Okay, fine." Mingi took the shot, shaking the empty glass above his head to prove that he had finished everything.

"Don't get too drunk before we have a chance to cut the cake." Seonghwa announced loudly beside you. But you were not fast enough to cover his mouth

"Cake?" Yunho blinked.

"Hwa! You're drunk and being a loud mouth." You hissed but Seonghwa just smiled dreamily at you, cupping your cheeks and leaning forward to give you a big, loud kiss on your forehead. You crinkled your nose uncomfortably and slapped his hands away while Yunho laughed in amusement.

"Yes, there's a celebratory cake too. I baked it early this morning and frosted it just now. It was supposed to be a surprise but I guess not anymore." You told Yunho.

"It's okay, I'm always up for cake. Thank you." Yunho rubbed your knuckles with his thumbs.

"What flavour is it?" Yunho asked.

"It's-"

"Shh, Hwa. Shh." You put a finger to your lips. Seonghwa grinned and leaned his head on your shoulder, taking another sip of his drink. You rolled your eyes, reaching up to pat his head.

But Seonghwa was right, before the boys and yourself got too drunk, you took out the cake and placed it right in the middle of the coffee table.

"Can I know what flavour it is now?" Yunho asked.

"It's a tiramisu cake with salted caramel frosting. Like a caramel macchiato, your favourite drink." You explained. Yunho softened, the alcohol along with the realisation of everything you and the others have done for him making him emotional.

"Are you crying?!" Mingi pointed out in disbelief. Yunho let out a choked sob as he hugged you again, burying his face against your chest as he cried.

"I'm just... grateful... for all of you..." He cried.

"Yun, we're glad to have such a great boss who takes care of us." You said, comforting him.

"Don't cry!" San, obviously already drunk, came over to hug Yunho. Hongjoong, who was also tearing up, joined the hug. It was odd seeing he usually didn't like skinship from the boys.

"You big puppy! You're making all of us emotional." Wooyoung went over with open arms to hug them all.

"They stole my boyfriend so... come here, Hwa." You hugged your best friend, who blinked in confusion but still hugged you tightly.

"I love you~" He giggled.

"I love you too, Hwa hwa." You laughed, patting his back. Once all the hugs were broken, Jongho, who was the only one sturdy enough to cut the cake, sliced it up and gave it out to everyone. Yunho held his plate and insisted on feeding you. After you took the bite, he giggled drunkenly and pressed his forehead against yours.

"I love you. I love this cake!" He laughed. You couldn't help but laugh at how cute tipsy Yunho was. You were definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol too. It was the first time Yunho said he loves you.

"Don't cry anymore and eat cake, hmm?" You giggled, reaching out to wipe the stray tears on his cheeks. He nodded obediently and ate the cake with a smile.

"Thank you for doing this..." He said, pulling you close to kiss your temple.

"Nothing to thank me for. I'm glad you enjoyed the surprise." You shook your head with a soft smile. Yunho hugged you again.

"This cake is soooooo good! Best! Cake! Ever!" San yelled, jumping to his feet and pointing to the cake.

"Shh, San. No yelling." Yeosang scolded, making San sit back down. Although Jongho still spoke coherantly, you knew from the glazed look in his eyes that he was nearly gone too.

"Alright, I think it's time to go to bed. We'll all be dealing with hangovers tomorrow." You said.

"Booooo!" The boys jeered at you. Jongho helped you move Yunho to your room first. You stumbled as you picked up the used plates and cutlery, just to leave them in the kitchen. Wooyoung's eyes were half lidded as he laid on your rug.

"That's that..." You draped a blanket over him and moved to help move the others.

"Wait, where's Mingi?" You looked around, realising the other tall giant wasn't there. Yeosang went to the guest room to see the tall boy fast asleep on the bed.

"He's in... the guest room... asleep." Yeosang spoke slowly, leaning against the wall as he yawned.

"(y/n), go to bed. We'll handle it." Jongho said, moving Seonghwa to the couch and putting one of the blankets over him while Yeosang got Hongjoong.

"Okay, goodnight. See you all tomorrow." You smiled. They waved back before you enter your room. Yunho was hugging Yuyu and Yunnie, sleeping with a small frown on his face.

"Yun..." You slipped under the covers.

"(y/n)...?" He lifted his head groggily. He moved Yunnie and Yuyu aside, reaching over to hug you and tucked his head into the crook of your neck. You sighed blissfully, fingers threading through the ends of his hair behind his head. He pressed kisses to your neck, making you shiver slightly.

"Sleep, Yun." You whispered, yawning yourself. He gave a small nod and a hum, falling asleep right away.

"Shh! Wooyoung hyung, San hyung, stop singing!" You chuckled as you heard Jongho scold the drunk boy. Looking down at Yunho, you caressed his cheek with a loving smile.

"I love you too." You whispered, tilting Yunho's head up to give him a peck despite him being asleep.

~

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

If you're doing Welcome Home...

An Obsessive Yandere Home that has a loving reader trapped inside them

Ooo, okay so just to clarify, I'll only ever write yandere stuff for Home (the character), not Wally

.........

The first signs of Home's obsession over you were subtle, yet noticeable by Wally.

Any time he even mentioned you visiting, their window and door hinges would creak loudly with excitement, their eyes scouring for any sign of you coming over the horizon.

"Ha, ha, ha. I know..I'll be happy to see them too, Home." He smiles. "Have a little patience."

It's because every time you come over, you're always helping him tidy up the place, treating this house like it was your own. You could tell they appreciated every gesture.

Every frame you adjusted. Every window you shined. Every little critter you caught and released back outside...Home could sense it.

Yet when you had to leave, they would become sad, anxious that one day you won't come back to them...and soon this sadness turned to rage after Wally gently told them you simply can't stay here 24/7.

Suddenly, they began hating it whenever he cleaned up, turning against their own owner.

They'd distort the floorboards so he'd trip while sweeping, accumulate more dust in places he just cleaned off, and even cause tremors that cracked the mirror he just shined.

But he's not dumb. He knows it's because he doesn't clean the way you do, yet he doesn't understand..

How could Home possibly love you more than him? They've grown up together in the neighborhood!

That being said, he's hesitant to let you come over again, thinking Home needed some time away from you.

Yet the house creaked all night long, keeping him up, and he had no choice but to cave and invite you over.

He tries acting like nothing is wrong, but breaks when you see how disheveled he looks and ask if he's alright.

"[Y/n]..I don't think H-Home is-"

But Wally doesn't get another word out as a mysterious force yanks him out of the house, and he tumbles onto the front lawn.

The last thing he sees before Home slams their door shut is an expression of horror on your face.

"Home, this is not very neighborly of you. Let them out, please!" He demands, knocking on the door, trying to find a way inside. But they have locked every possible entrance.

He tried negotiating with them all day, apologizing over and over for anything he might've done or said to upset them, and promising that you can move in if it makes them happy.

They don't answer him anymore, staying completely silent as though they were an inanimate house like all the others.

By sunset, Wally's at Barnaby's house, freaking out as he races to the phone to call you...only for the line to be completely dead.

It turns out Home cut the phone cord, too, and their eyes are only focused inside...on you now. They don't care for Wally nor the outside world anymore.

You've been trying to make the best of this scary situation by gently cleaning the strange black goop that kept leaking from their eyes. It seemed never ending.

You didn't understand why they'd turn against Wally like this. But...you couldn't entirely hate them for keeping you locked in here.

They were just...very attached.

Sooner or later, they'll have to let you go..right?

#clanask #anonymous #welcome home x reader #welcome home home #yandere #tw yandere #headcanons

[some-pers0n]

Alright gamers! I've collected a list of notes that my friends were able to pick up on while reading the leaked guide. It's a bit disjointed and hard since it's quite difficult to read, but here we go. Under the cut is a bulletpoint list of it all.

This is the video I'm talking about, by the way.

And a quite couple of notes:

This isn't the full thing. Several pages were skipped during it. Some sections cut-off abruptly because of that

Some things simply aren't readable (at least to those I've worked with and myself) because of the motion blur from the pages turning and the slightly low quality

I'll leave out a bit of stuff from the stories that aren't terribly relevant (like what happens in them) as I don't really consider them lore. Only bits and pieces from them that are relevant I'll include

With that being said, let us begin with the lore dump.

MudWings chose their own names

MudWings have adobe buildings

MudWings have royal balls

Burn threatened Coral to try and get her into joining her side, but Coral refused

Burn pretty much tried intimidating all of the tribes into siding with her via blackmail

Blaze tried to get Coral on her side and the letter was so disjointed that "she could barely write or string a sentence together"

^ "It was abundantly likely that she had never read a single one of Coral's bestselling scrolls"

Blister bribed Coral into joining her side by promising the treasure that she stolen from the SandWing treasury before she left

Blister memorized all of Coral's scrolls so that Coral would like her more

After the burning of the Summer Palace, the SeaWings refused to speak to Blister because it was only then that Coral realized that Blister was fishy with the death of Kestrel and also manipulating her the whole time

There is a letter from Anemone to Tamarin that's basically a love confession plus a vent dump

^ Anemone tells Tamarin about how she was incredibly isolated her whole life and had no social life due to her mother and status as a princess and animus. She had never seen another dragon that wasn't a SeaWing (except Blister) until the DoD came. She writes about how she wishes that there was a town like Possibility built near the borders of the Sea Kingdom so that the MudWings, RainWings, and SeaWings could all mingle about. She also talks about her insecurities over being a ruler and wishes that Auklet will be the one to step up and claim the throne. Anemone writes about how she feels intense guilt for attempting to kill her family and says that Auklet hasn't done anything like that, thus would be a better queen

^ Anemone wanted to gift Tamarin a pearl but Kinkajou didn't allow for it because she suspected it was enchanted

The Rainforest Kingdom has "strange geological formations" that can be dangerous

Dragonbite vipers have an evolutionary cousin called Lanceheads, which live in the rain forest

Glory theorizes that the reason why the screaming monkeys from THK adapted to scream like that was because it was done by the NightWings so that they would lose sleep, resulting in an easier takeover

RainWing knowledge was limited for ages because of how some outsiders would go in and never return, which is why RainWing venom was unknown

RainWing assassins are real

^ RainWing assassins were known to hunt during the day while NightWing assassins worked during the night

Queen Anaconda's grandmother outlawed the use of venom on dragons due to its lethal nature and later tried to disband her army because of a peace treaty she signed between the RainWings, MudWings, and SkyWings

^ Because of no war, the RainWings become more laid-back and this is why they're like the way they are in the modern day

There is a story about a NightWing named Comet who was hatched under "a" comet (no particular comet specified) and with no full moons. He was supposed to be powerless, yet he had a vision. The story cuts-off there

There's a part with a couple pieces of SandWing treasure

^Desert Tiara: This tiara, worn by queens for centuries, is [???] from silver into spikes resembling cactus spines, and embedded with crystals to represent the precious [???] of the sandwing kingdom

^The Twilight Necklace: This necklace is a long, thin, coiled chain made of a [???] black metal, possibly of NightWing origin. Care should also be taken when [???] [???]"

^The SandWing Scepter: The scepter is a staff of oak wood, plated with [???] gold, and inlaid with onyx and pearls. Records suggest the scepter is possibly [???] [???] and [???] animus-touched, but care should be used when handling the scepter [???] [???] [???]"

^Assorted Gems and Coins: Likely in [???] stamped with Queen Oasis' symbol

Smolder keeps Rose on a leash via a bracelet he got for her and has her in a cage when she's not being good or it's night time

IceWings do not use scrolls to preserve stories, instead using "bards", which are storytellers. They are chosen from birth

^ There is a story about a bard named Caribou in the book who's from The-Village-Of-The-Plentiful-Seals, a village near the gift of sustenance, which are three lakes where if a dragon sticks their claws into the water they'll always catch a seal

Nearly every generation in each family has someone named Caribou to honor an animus whose name was Caribou

Icewings have a yearly feast where they go to The-Village-Of-The-Plentiful-Seals where they eat, sing, tell stories, and dance for five days and five nights

The aurora borealis is said to be the Great Ice Dragon's frostbreath

There are Great Ice Dragon temples that feed the poor and hungry for free

Where-No-Dragon-Goes-Hungry is another village and has a MASSIVE statue of Caribou carved out of whale bone

Where-No-Dragon-Goes-Hungry also does a yearly competition on who can make the best caribou sculpture

We-Venerate-and-Remember-Caribou also has a market that stays open all year and holds the Great ice Dragon temples

Noble IceWings despised the gift of sustenance due to believing that it was a easy way of getting food, saying that it only are lazy and that they should work for their food and be useful to the tribe

Canyon was the name of the Skywing King who married Scarlet. He was like Scarlet, but a man. Obsessed with his appearance and a bit egotistical

Skywings have marriage rituals where the two lovers will fly up in the clouds and say wedding vows or something. They do this alone, there are no wedding guests or anything like that

^ This changed when Scarlet became queen, and she threw lavish parties for marriages, but people didn't really like that (because Scarlet would also have gladiator fights as part of the "party") so most dragons would either do the wedding ritual in secret or would just not marry

SilkWing schools take their dragonets to their hive's misbehavior way twice a year to terrify the young dragonets into obedience

^ "Do HiveWing dragonets get traumatized this way? Nope."

Here are some rules that are listed that SilkWings must follow:

"SilkWings are assigned professions suited to their limited set of skills as a tribe and begin work as soon as they have wings."

"SilkWing partnerships (marriages) are designated by Queen Wasp and her sisters, and are binding unless the queen chooses to sever them."

"To preserve the dignity and unity of our two tribes, personal relationships between HiveWings and SilkWings are not tolerated."

"No trees are allowed in the Hives, neither planted in your terrariums or gardens, nor portrayed in our art, in solemn commemoration of all the lives lost during the tree wars."

"To ensure their safe transit throughout the Hives, all SilkWings must wear bracelets designating their school or place of work at all times. Travel between hives must be cleared with supervisors and local HiveWing authorities."

"All dragons must refrain from stealing or destroying property"

"Each SilkWing metamorphosis must take place within the cocoon."

SilkWing dragonets are taught only by HiveWings, and are told that all HiveWings learn what SilkWings learn at a much much younger age in order to keep SilkWings feeling inferior

Silkwings who are especially good at something, or just quick with their work, are often assigned tasks that are much harder for them. "Troublemakers" are always given the hardest jobs. Io theorizes this is to keep SilkWings too busy and too tired to wish for a better future

Yellowjacket Hive is the "manufacturing" hive and has factories and stuff. They produce glasses, lamps, and book printers. They also have a university that specializes in engineering

Hornet Hive is the economy hive, where shops are everywhere, everyone is in accounting, and has a university for commerce, and apparently there are companies or something because Hornet Hive is where people manage their employees which are scattered throughout the continent

Vinegaroon Hive specialized in ecology, and has a bunch of cool fish in a lake (they get eaten). Dragons from Vinegaroon Hive are usually the ones to lead research expeditions? They also host hunting trips

Mantis Hive is still just "The College Place" where they teach HiveWings to become professors for the other colleges in other hives. They also focus on innovation, and part of the hive collapsed a while ago which is theorized to be from an industrial experiment

Tsetse Hive specializes in doctor stuff and healing and stuff. They probably have a med school. It is now basically confirmed that Tsetse Hive has a prison where anyone over the age of 50 is sent. since Wasp cant control elderly dragons

LeafWings don't have very much

There's some letters from Sequoia to someone named Linden, and then Belladona takes over and sends a letter to Sequoia about how her letters are no longer welcome but most of the words are too blurry to make out. I think this part is just about how the PoisonWings and SapWings used to have friendlier relations, but Belladonna changed this when she took over

#wof #wings of fire #long post #a guide to the dragon world #agttdw #My hands hurt #If I have to write the word “Caribou” one more time- #sp-rambles

[sofasoap]

Remember me?

Pairing: König x  f!Reader ( aka Mini MacTavish )

Summary: Part 2 of Forget me not.

Warning: Mature theme. Amnesia, mention of violence 

English isn’t my first language. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Turn back now if you don’t like it.

A/N : Character of Mini MacTavish is from @saltofmercury fic “ “The Favorite MacTavish” which she graciously let me borrow and write bit more expanded universe. Please go read her wonderful story to get bit of background

 “masterlist” for more prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

“ WHO are you.” Gaz came back into the room just as König ask you with accusation tone. " OH YOU are awake!" "... Gaz?" Another stab to the heart. He remembers Gaz, but not you?

"... I will go and get the doctor." Before Gaz could stop you, you excuse yourself and slip out of the room.

You bit down on your lip, trying hard not to let your tears spill over as you fast walk towards the nurse station.

The nurse and the doctor rush towards the room and check on König, while you stood outside, too scared to go back in. Few minutes later you heard the door open, and closes softly. " Hey... What's wrong?" " He DOESN'T REMEMBER ME AT ALL Gaz... he is treating me like a stranger!" You finally burst out crying. Grabbing onto his shirt you can't stop your tears flowing. Gaz was loss for words, he doesn't know how to console you.

" The doctor is checking on him now.. I am sure they will have an answer.. Do you want to come back in?"

You shook your head. " Mini." You hear your brother calling out to you, he frowned as he saw your puffy red eyes. " Hey, what's wrong?" Turning to Gaz, " Did something happened or what did you say to her?" " Wow, calm down, It's not me..." The doctor came out from the room, looking at the three of you. "Seems everything is fine with him, apart from some memory losses, we will keep him in for another few days for further observation before discharging him." Gaz and Soap thank the doctor quietly. " .... Can you grab my stuff please? I think... I might head back to London. I can't take anymore time off. There's a lot of stuff needs to be done at work." You whispered softly. Soap open his mouth, Gaz interjected before he could say anything. ' I'll go grab it for you. Just stay here." Give you a pat in the back he went back inside.

König heard the girl sobbing outside his room. The way she looked at him, the hurt in her eyes when he ask the question. He feels like he should know her, but he has absolutely no memory of who she is, or meeting her. He felt like a dick but years of bullying his defence mechanism just went up automatically when he meet strangers. The last thing he remembered was Ghost covering them while the team trying to exfil out of the site after bad intel. He was shot trying to cover for Soap... and Ghost was sniping the enemies chasing them down... They manage to get to the helicopter and..? He blacked out afterwards. Lost his own thought, he didn't hear Gaz coming back in. " Doctor said you should be fine with in next few days. We will contact KorTac let them know you are awake." Gaz updated him as he picks up few stuff and putting them in a bag from the corner. " You feeling alright?" " Ja..." He look down at his own hand. He wants to ask Gaz about the girl's identity, but he stepped out again with the bag, before the door closes, he caught a glimpse of her with back to the door, talking quietly to Soap and clearly very upset from her tone of voice. Soap looked up and frown at him.

Later that night, Ghost was sitting in the room with him, on the couch reading. Gaz mention briefly the girl and rest of the 141 team had been by his side for the last week or so while in coma. But where is the girl now? He felt guilty he might have scared her off. But there was something else... He set his tablets down, after trying to catch up with the mission report to what happened between the time he was sent to hospital and then post mission reports. Getting tired quickly from his injury even with just doing light reading. He needed a quick break. Leaning back into the pillow and turn to grab the glass of water on the side table, That's when he notice a small wooden teddy bear carving. "... You gave that to her after the first date." Flipping a page, Ghost quietly mentioned without looking up from his book. Date? You two went on dates? "You asked her parents permission for marriage few months ago as well." König couldn't believe his ears. Him? having a relationship is one thing, and talks of marriage?

Ghost put his book down, looking straight into König 's eyes. " I know this is out of your control. But it pains me to see her like this." König  could see something different in Ghost's eyes. A warning. "...Who is she to you." König asked.

"She's very important to me." Ghost pick his book back up again, lightly deflect the question.

The rest of the night was spent in silence.

You feel absolutely miserable.

It has been over two month after you have returned from Germany. You had no contact with König afterwards.

The 141 boys has message and rang you to check on see how you were going.

" You sure you feeling alright with the situation Mini.." Soap asked worryingly. " I am fine. Don't worry about me Johnny. As long as he is fine, and healthy. I am happy with that." You comforted your brother instead. But you are not. Knowing how König is with his social anxiety, you don't want to push him or scare him too much , especially after a severe injury. All you can do it wait.

You cry yourself to sleep everyday.

König don't know what to do with you. He went home to Austria for few more weeks of rest after he was discharged from hospital. KorTac has not clear him to return to field mission yet, so he uses this chance to go home and spend time with his parents and grandparents. "So when are you bringing Mini to Austria and meet the family? You been gushing about her all the time and we still haven't met her in person!" König's mother enquired one day. " Your Oma was asking the other day if you were going to finally give her a great grandchild." König didn't know how to respond to that. He hasn't exactly told his parents about the extent of injury. All they know was he was " Slightly more injured than usual " so had to spend little bit of time in the hospital. " .. Um. She said she's very busy with work lately, so.. I'll um. ask her again sometime." White lies. His doctor and therapist has stressed to him not to push himself too hard, let the time do the healing. They reassure him. He remembers everything before the event, EVERYTHING BUT YOU. Everything that has anything in relation to you, gone. LIke someone has just press delete button and wiped it all out and make space for other things.

He been going through his phone, all the photos, messages and little gifts that you have given him after he returned home. Trying to find that connection you two shared.

"Can't wait to see you again!" " Thank you for your little gift. I love it!" " Please pass on my thanks to your mother and Oma for the lovely scarf and mitten. they are very warm." "You have time to come and meet my parents?"

“Ich liebe dich,Liebling” The the last photo he has on the phone was a selfie of yourself, wrapped around in a thick scarf, and it was snowing in the background, Must have been pretty cold, König thought. But that cold temperature is thawed by your brilliant smile. I miss that smile. König thought. I miss that smile? He realised, that little bit of familiar feeling, starting to come back. He decided to sent you a message.

DING, DING, DING You groaned as you hide your head under the pillow. You just fell asleep from finishing straight double shift. Try to bury yourself into work, keeping busy so you don't have to think about all the stuff that has been happening. " MINI, you are killing yourself with work." Emma warned you one day. " I hardly see you at home now, even at work! You aren't even spending time with me for coffee break... " DING! " GAH!" You flipped around and pick up the phone. If it's Gaz I am gonna tell Johnny to twist his ears off, you cursed in your mind. -- Hi. -- Um. I hope it's ok to message you -- I was thinking König. You shot up from your bed. You feel your breath quicken. Calm down. you told yourself. -- Do you mind if we can meet up and talk?

Nibbling your lip. You closed your eyes and thought about it for few minute before you summon up the courage to reply.

Two weeks later. At the cafe you had your first date. You sat outside under the umbrella. It's end of summer, but you can feel bit of coolness in the breeze. Wearing a sundress you remember König had once commented how lovely it looks on you while fidgeting and don't know where to look with his eyes. You smiled at the memory. Suddenly a large shadow appeared. Looking up, there he is. " Hi." Minus the huge trench coat, he was wearing exactly what he wore the day of meeting as well. You can see his new scar across the side of his forehead, still healing. "... Hi.". " Have you ordered yet?" " No. I was waiting for you." " I um. I'll go get the drinks." Before you can reply, he marched into the coffee shop. Few minutes later, he came out with two orders. He set your drink in front of you. Vienna coffee. Just the way you like it. You look up at him with incredulity. König sat down with his drink. Both of you sit there, sipping on your own drink. You smiled as he nervously pulling down his mask to drink his coffee. Just like that day. You thought. Both of you waiting for each other to say something first to break the awkward silence.

He took something out from his pocket and put it down gently on the table. " ... you left this at the hospital." The wooden teddy bear. You only realise it was missing after you came home to London, your little lucky charm, you always have it on you. You left it beside his bedside table to see if it will give him so luck to help him wake up from his coma. Is this what this meetup was for? Just to return your misplaced belonging? Nothing more? You look down into your cup, eyes starting to well with tears. The pain was starting to come back. "Liebling" Please.. Please don't call me that if you don't mean it. You shrunk back into your seat. It hurts. It hurts so much.

"... The team has been talking to me since I woke up." He began. " They try to fill me with.. what I forgot. Especially Ghost." Your head shot up. What did Simon tell him? Only you two knew what happen that night at your parent's house. " I am so sorry I hurt you.. I .. I am trying very hard to remember.." Holding out his hand across the table, you automatically reach for it. How you miss his large callous hand. You shook your head. "You can't be blamed for this... things happens.. We can't predict what happen after an injury." "I am starting to remember bits and pieces.." You look into his eyes, the beautiful Azure blue eyes. Nodding towards your coffee, " I was making coffee one day, I remembered how you love Viennese style coffee. with A LOT of cream on top." " Isn't that a bit excessive?" You remember him commented one time. " The MORE the better!" You retorted.

"The first time you came up to me and try to flirt with me.." You see his face blushing bright red. "how you like to snuggle to me when it's cold. how you smile..." lowering his voice, he added, " The way you call my name in bed.." You couldn't hold back anymore. Standing up you dive towards him, crying. "I was starting to lose hope... It hurts so much.. I try to forget about it but I couldn't... I thought I have lost my big teddy bear... the only man I love..." you rambled on with hiccup and tears. " I am so sorry.." He pulled you into his lap, burying his head into your neck. " It's not your fault.. stop apologising.." Gosh how you miss this. Staying in his embrace for a little while, savouring the contact you missed for the last few months. "Can I take you out for dinner tonight?" "You asking me out for a date?" You smiled. " .. Maybe?" He blushed. " It's always a yes for my big teddy bear." You gave him a kiss on the cheek. Finally. There's hope.

".. Ghost threatened to take you away if I don't start to remember thing. Soap was going to throw me into the ocean. To see if some seabathing will cure me." "..... Trust my brothers to say something nice." " At least Price and Gaz was little bit more subtle... Why you cracking your knuckles Liebling?" " Don't worry. I will remind them to be nice to you next time, my teddy bear. They know not to piss me off.... "

Ghost threatening as a big brother and Unrequited love person: If you are not careful, you hurting her, I am going to take her away from you. OOP. Ghost.. calm down... 141 boys have a very soft spot for Mini. Mini is very lucky to have three big brothers and one uncle to look out for her.

#könig #könig cod #könig x reader #könig x you #könig x y/n #call of duty #konig x you #konig call of duty #konig x y/n #konig x reader

[spiderfunkz]

✧.* coffee

— summary : in which you meet a pretty customer while working as a barista in your local coffee shop.

— pairings : nancy wheeler x gn!reader

— word count : 0,6k

— warnings : tooth rotting fluff, coffee shop au, modern au(?), sorta set around s3 but canons off the table again, the typical love at first sight stuff, foul language, robin is readers coworker, messy plot & writing.

a/n : this is so cute so thank u for the idea jas ^^ hope u like this little blurb <3 also i don't know shit about coffee oops.

summer of 85' was suppose to be like some kind of rom-com you've imagined.

but here you are at 8 am, working at the local coffee shop to get some extra change, and the sounds of the old coffee machine breaking up was already annoying you.

your coworker aka the only other person here, robin who you've been getting really close with now, was ranting about the pretty person she met a few days ago.

"i'm telling you, y/n, they're really pretty, their hair is like molly ringwald, and they have amazing taste in movies." she continues. "i can look like molly ringwald." you joked, "but you've only met them once robin, they could be an axe murderer or something." you shrug.

"yeah but we had like a chat and stuff, they seem nice." your coworker stated, "that. only happens in movies, beware." you joke, getting interrupted by the welcome bell.

you roll your eyes at robin mocking you before approching the girl infront of you. "hi! welcome to bear brews, what can i get for you?"

"hi, can i get uh-" she paused, looking at the menu screen above you. "actually, what do you recommend here?"

the stranger looked incredibly gorgeous, you were love struck to say the least. her makeup was flawless and her hair was neatly clipped into a small ponytail.

you realize you were probably staring, "oh sorry, uh well are you looking for americanos or lattes or?" you asked. "oh uh, anything with caffeine little or big, up to you." she replied.

"okay, uh does a caramel macchiato with oat milk sound good? it's one of my favorites. i can upper the caffeine level to your liking if you want." you smiled. "yeah, that sounds good!" she smiled back. "the names nance by the way- nancy." she continued.

"pretty," you blurt out — "the name, your name is pretty, sorry uh." your face turns pink as you fumble your words. "sorry, i'll ring you up. your totals $3.75" you smile, "it's alright, thank you so much." she smiles, handing you the money.

you give her, her change before walking towards robin again as nancy sits in one of the seats.

the shop was empty, it was early and most people already made their coffee from home. it's quiet, most of the noise coming from the probably broken coffee machine, robin ranting, or the faint background music you probably forgot to turn on.

"that only happens in movies." robin laughs, "i just saw you go head over heels over a person you just met by the way!" she continues.

"i wasn't-" you paused, "i didn't know a literal princess would be entering a hawkins coffee shop!" you say, a bit too loud maybe.

"go talk to her." robin points.

you thought about it as you made her the drink, ringing it up as soon as your done.

you build up the courage to talk to her when she got up to get the drink, and the talk slowly became a conversation.

you've gotten to know the girl, turns out she works at the hawkins post a few walks away from where you work. her job doesn't start for another hour, and she's already got everything prepared for her 'coworkers' she explained as well, while drinking the coffee you suggested.

time passes and she has to go back.

"it's really nice talking to you, nancy." you smile. "yeah, it was nice talking to you too, i will 100% come back here." she smiled waving before sending you a wink.

you smile before turning to robin who has been behind the counter the whole time. "only in the movies?" she asked as you chuckle, "i change my mind."

#nancy wheeler fluff #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x reader #nancy wheeler x reader fluff #stranger things #stranger things imagines #stranger things imagine #nancy wheeler x you #nancy wheeler x y/n #nancy wheeler imagine #nancy wheeler imagines #nancy wheeler blurb #natalia dyer

[negativepeanuthoarder]

PLEASE MORE PREGGOS SAP N DNN PLEASEEE either angst or fluff

Alright I'm going to set a timer for 20 minutes and write as much as I can :)

944 words, not proofread, Mpreg, no smut, one mention of weight gain/loss

"I feel awful," Sapnap grumbles, lying down on the couch and staring at the ceiling. He really has - waking up every morning with horrible vomiting and fatigue, unable to do much of anything except lie down and sleep, and he can't even do that half the time.

"I know," Dream walks past and touches Sapnap's head before putting a cup of tea on the little table beside him. It's ginger tea, supposed to soothe his upset stomach.

Sapnap sips at it weakly, exhausted. "What even causes this stuff anyways?"

"It's probably just a virus," Dream assures as George walks into the room, spotting Sapnap and Dream on the couch and making a beeline for them both.

"It can't be a virus," George comments casually, leaning onto Sapnap like a nosy cat. "You've been sick for like a week now and none of us have caught it."

Sapnap sighs. "Do you think it's going to go away?"

"Probably," Dream assures. "If you throw up tomorrow we'll go to the doctor's."

"Mm," Sapnap mumbles, rolling over a little and burying himself in throw pillows and blankets, wanting nothing more then to nap for a while and hopefully sleep this off.

George inches closer until they're cuddled up against one another and Dream smiles at them both, gently leaning to kiss Sapnap's forehead and George's cheek, before standing. "I've got some work to do in my office, okay? But I promise I'll be right back when I'm done, we can watch a movie or play a game."

"Okay," Sapnap mumbles. "Can you email someone for me and tell them I can't stream?"

"Of course," Dream assures. "Love you."

"Love you too," Sapnap mumbles, sighing as he finally sinks into the mattress and into a dreamless sleep.

-

George is deeply suspicious of this.

For one, Sapnap throwing up constantly without getting Dream and George sick is weird enough on it's own, but there's other things he's picking up on that neither Sapnap nor Dream seem to notice.

Sapnap frequently leaving their bed in the middle of the night, avoiding foods he used to like while gravitating towards stuff he normally hates, the slight weight gain even though they've been working out all the time.

All signs point to Sapnap being pregnant, which is completely ridiculous because Sapnap can't get pregnant.

Which is why George hasn't brought it up.

But today's as good a day as any to bring this up to Dream and ask what he thinks. George is getting a little sick of feeling like the only person around here with eyeballs.

He releases Sapnap gently, running his hand over his boyfriend's midsection just in case, wondering if he's actually right, if there is a little baby growing inside Sapnap. Sapnap whines in his sleep and rolls over, away from George, and George slips out of the living room and to Dream's office.

"Can we talk?" He asks, knocking at the open door.

Dream tugs off his headphones. "Yeah, what's up?"

George sighs. This is going to be a weird conversation so he might as well get it out of the way. "I think Sapnap's pregnant."

Dream stares at him for a long moment before snorting, amused. "Okay. That's pretty funny - just because he's caught something or had food poisioning doesn't mean he's-"

"I'm serious," George frowns at him. "He's getting up all the time, has all this weird food stuff, sleeps all day, he's sick, and on top of that he's gained a little weight. He's pregnant."

Dream looks at George for a long moment, trying to process that information. "But... George he's - he can't get pregnant, he doesn't even have a like... uterus. That's impossible."

"It's either that or he's got some weird illness that's masqerading as pregnancy," George sighs. "Look it couldn't hurt to take a pregnancy test, can it?"

Dream looks skeptical. "Yeah, that won't hurt, but good luck convincing Sapnap he's pregnant."

George slinks off, ordering a pregnancy test for same-day delivery online as he does so, and trots back to the living room.

-

Turns out Sapnap is extremely easy to convince he needs to take a pregnancy test. He thinks it's a joke and humors George by taking it.

And then it comes back positive. He's pregnant. He really is pregnant. Sapnap is pregnant.

"This doesn't- I'm not even- I shouldn't-" Sapnap mutters, sitting down at a barstool while Dream and George get food for the three of them. "This shouldn't even be possible."

"Well... we'll get a good look at the doctor's office tomorrow," Dream sighs, before walking over to kiss Sapnap's head. "But until then you probably need to rest for a little, okay?"

Sapnap agrees, purely because he's really tired and just wants to nap in their bed. He also wants them to snuggle with him, and he wants the cats to snuggle with him too, even though they're entirely disinterested in doing that.

Except Patches, who leans against him and purrs while he sleeps, warm and safe in their big bed. Dream joins him a little later with a laptop to work on, and George climbs in with his phone. He likes resting his hand on Sapnap's tummy.

George loves it, loves feeling like he's holding a baby inside Sapnap, a little jelly bean. Their baby, all three of them. Their little baby growing inside Sapnap. He loves it. He loves them already, because they're a part of Sapnap and George loves Sapnap and he loves Dream and he loves whatever this is.

Even if this is all a false alarm. But that's a worry for tomorrow. Today George is happy with his boyfriends and their baby.

#fics by peanut #dreamnotnap #dnn #mpreg

[smolwritingchick]

What is Next for The Bangtan Gal!? Upcoming Chapters Part 2!

Damn, I'm really back writing this story with new chapters. It's weird yet exciting. Please bear with me with slow updates. I will try my best not to take forever to upload. You are welcome to skip this if you do not want to be spoiled on what I plan to write next for this story. 

Here is what I plan to work on. Some of these chapter titles may be placeholders and not everything is revealed in the summary as I'm still planning to get the gist of what's happening. As well as when I'll put smut and suggestive content in it. So stay tuned! But here is the first set of what I plan to write.

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Blood, Sweat, and Tears- Jennie and Jimin fight over his extreme diet. BTS film BST with Jennie and Taehyung filming a sexy scene together. Jennie spends time with GOT7. (This will be the last time I write about his diet. There is angst in this but it will end fluffy with them making up. I apologize in advance for the angst :( )

Idol Parents?- BTS anticipates the release of WINGS. Jennie and Jungkook are assigned to take care of a robot baby for a parenting class at school. (A reader gave me the robot baby idea years ago and I ran with it, lol. I used to have parenting classes back in high school but could never take them because it was always full smfh. Weenies I tell ya. Always taking up spots for the classes I was interested in. College was WORSE OMFG I was pissed that I had to wait days while others got first dibs.)

Big Enough For Two- BTS promote BST as viewers and fans freak out and wonder what is going on between Jennie and Taehyung due to what they saw in the MV. Jennie suffers a wardrobe malfunction during a show. Jennie and Jungkook become stressed trying to juggle school and promotions. Pissed about having to take an exam the next morning, Jungkook's angry emotions are shown while performing late at night for a show and Jennie helps him calm down back at the dorm.

Thank You- Jennie finally tells Jungkook that she is ready for the next step. BTS continues to promote BST. JenKook plans with Bangtan and Big Hit on how they want to reveal their relationship. BTS film their Halloween dance practice

Our First Time (Jungkook smut)- Jennie celebrates her birthday in Japan and Jungkook makes it a memorable one.

BTS 3rd Muster

First Daesang!- BTS wins their first Daesang! Jennie excitedly shares on social media about her preparations to collab with Hyuna at the MAMA Awards. But less than a week before the show, Mnet claims Jennie is not ready for a vocal solo performance and it is too early in her story to perform solo. The collab gets scrapped and Hyuna plans to perform by herself which pisses off Armies with the blindslide. (That'll be the end of the Hyuna stuff. They will no longer be friends after this and I will be done writing about her. For Mnet telling Jen she is not ready, I got inspiration from Victoria Monet being told she was not ready by MTV. But best believe MAMA Awards 2017 with Big Hit making sure she gets her time to shine without dealing with another Idol like Hyuna, she will SLAY. It will suck having Jennie spend long hours every day preparing for her solo before collabing with Hyuna. She planned to release a new song too. The song I thought of was Victoria Monet's Alright. Without the cussing since it would be on TV and also without the Jaguar roaring at the end of the song. That song is a banger! Omg. The plan was to have her perform that song for the first time while DJing and then dance and stuff before Hyuna met with her on stage. She will have the chance to perform it at one of the end of the year shows instead. G-Dragon will give Jen a pep talk on everything too and show support. I hope you like the vision when I write it.)

Mama Awards 2016- Jennie and Taehyung prepare for a stage kiss at the award show and BTS wins Best Artist. Jennie still makes sure to have a little solo dance for Fire when Bangtan performs, proving that she is ready for a solo.

BREAKING!! BTS' Jennie & Jungkook dating!?- Jennie supports Taehyung during his press conference for his drama. JenKook reveal their relationship in their own unique way, catching Dispatch and the world offguard. Big Hit and Bangtan show their support for the couple

BTS GAYO Episodes 10-15

BTS RUN Episodes 10-19

Going Public- With their relationship out, Jennie and Jungkook happily enjoy being a couple without having to be private. BTS attends ISAC 

You Never Walk Alone- Jennie and Jungkook graduate high school. BTS promote their new album with Jennie getting called Storm for dyeing her hair white/grey for the new comeback.

Black Panther- BTS begins their WINGS tour. Black Panther's director reaches out to Big Hit, wanting Jennie to have a small role in the film, and makes a character for her. Excited and honored, Jennie films with the Black Panther cast in Busan for the casino/chase scene, doing her own stunts. (I have been having this idea for years! It'll be a step closer for Jennie and Jungkook to meet Chris Evans and Robert Downey Jr. I got major ideas for the future after this Marvel themed chapter! I hope you enjoy the vision when I write it! It's going to be so fun!)

Billboard Awards 2017- Jennie Media trains BTS for America as they prepare to attend the Billboard Awards. Jennie runs into Trinity from Amity. (Best believe she will make sure to let Namjoon know what a heart throb is lol. I still remember that. Lots of Jennie and Namjoon fluff. She is going to have his back)

BTS Festa 2017

BTS Bon Voyage Season 2

Love Yourself: Her- BTS perform at Seo Taiji's 25th anniversary concert. BTS promote their new album

BTS Run Episodes 20-29

BT21- BTS creates their characters for BT21. Jennie creates a cute Hamster character called JW.

American Music Awards 2017- Suffering a broken ankle, Jennie documents her recovery, trying to stay positive as she promotes with BTS in America injured.

Mic Drop Remix- BTS release the Mic Drop Remix. Jennie and Desiigner snap on his version of Mic Drop. Recovered from her injury, Jennie makes a statement with a vocal and dance solo stage during Bangtan's performance after getting her solo scrapped at last year's MAMA Awards.

New Year's Rockin' Eve

Black Panther Premiere & Press Tour In Seoul- BTS attend the Black Panther Premiere to support Jennie. Jennie attends the Press Tour of Black Panther in Korea. Hobi releases his mixtape

Burn The Stage

Complete The Square- After Hobi's mixtape is out, ARMY trends for wanting Jennie, the last of the rap line for BTS, to finally release the music she has been working on for years. (Since there will be 4 people in the rap line of BTS, RM, Suga, Hobi, and Jennie, I thought it would be cool to say complete the square since she's the last one to release solo music)

Jennie X NIKE- Jennie films commercials for her Nike endorsement with celebs like Lebron James and Kevin Hart. Jennie proves that her getting chosen to endorse Nike was one of the best business decisions as her endorsement with the brand is released and sells out immediately, creating high demand. Jennie goes on press tours to promote the brand. (I'm highkey considering her Nike collab to be like Beyonce's IVY Park. Having various collections each time. I am still brainstorming.)

Love Yourself: Tear- BTS promote their new album. BTS attends the Billboard Awards 2018. BTS goes on Ellen and the Late Late Show with James Corden. (Jennie is not a fan of Ellen and will think of the negative experience she had during the Amity days with her.)

BTS Festa 2018

The Square Is Complete- Jennie finally releases her solo music

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[justmywritingstuff]

Speechless Changes Number 6 (Sneak peek)

Hey everyone! I know you were probably expecting the next and final chapter to Speechless Changes, but it's not done yet. It's the longest of all the chapters and is the kind of the ending--possibly not, I have an idea for a sequel, but haven't decided if I want to write it yet--so I want to make sure it turns out the way I'd like it too. It's just taking longer than I hoped it would to get everything written with life and all the fun stuff. So, sorry, no Chapter 6 for this update.

However, since people seem to like my work, I figured I'd give everyone a sneak peak to sate them until the final chapter is finished. So, here's a short sneak peek of the beginning part of the next chapter if anyone's interested.

(I promise I'll finish Number 6 as soon as I can guys)

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It’s a good day for Marinette, one of the best she’s had in awhile.

She had aced a test in school, watched Chloe fall face first into a muddy puddle, Alya called her her best friend, and she’s currently beating the hell out of some girl in a magic ox costume with her lucky charm—it’s an umbrella—while Claw is trying to get the miraculous. It’s a weird life, but sometimes it’s a damn good one.

The ox girl finally seems to fall back from the numerous hits, much to Shady’s displeasure—she was just starting to get into it.

Shady and Claw stand by her to make sure she stays down, Claw groans in annoyance and pulls out his staff to call someone.

She can’t help but ogle him as he does so, she loves this guy more than anything and he’s much more than a pretty face—but damn, she’s the first to admit he’s definitely a hot piece of ass, especially in the leather. She’s having a good day, but what would make it a fucking great day is the opportunity to drool over her attractive partner and get her daily dose of affection from those sinful lips of his.

The ox girl tries to get up, breaking Shady from her daydreaming. Shady sighs and hits her with the umbrella again, dazing her. Frankly, she’s amazed at how many hits to the head this girl can take and also the fact that the umbrella hasn’t broken yet.

“Hello?” She hears Betterfly’s voice coming from Claw’s staff.

“Where the hell is this lady’s miraculous?” Claw asks, exasperated.

“What lady? Oh no, are you two fighting another holder?”

“Yeah, ox girl.”

“Ox? That’s one of the Supreme’s favorites! Are you two alright? I’ll send reinforcements right—”

“Hell no, we’ve already got it handled. Where’s the miraculous? This girl’s covered in fucking jewelry.”

“Oh um nose ring, I believe?”

“Great. Hang on, you’ll get it in a sec.”

Claw leans down to the semi-unconscious ox girl and grabs the nose ring, handing it over to Shady as the girl returns to normal. Shady puts it into her yo-yo to send it to Betterfly.

The girl groans loudly.

“What was that?” Betterfly asks accusingly from Claw’s staff.

“That’s the ox.” Claw says. “I told you, we got it.”

“…Shadybug used her Lucky Charm as a weapon again, didn’t she?”

Claw sends Shady a look. “Uh no?”

Betterfly sighs, and she can practically hear him rubbing his forehead tiredly. “We’ll talk about it later.”

Claw hangs up his staff and Shady sighs, knowing that tomorrow probably held another long lecture about violence from Betterfly.

“Did you have to beat her with the fucking umbrella?” Claw says.

Shady shrugs and sends him a smirk. “She slapped your ass and made you uncomfortable. You would have done the same fucking thing if it was me instead.”

“…Fair point.”

She tosses her umbrella up in the air and does her miraculous cure. After all the usual things, damage is fixed, the girl thanks them for curing her disease but has a terrible headache, etc., Shady grabs Claw and leads him into a nearby tight alleyway to get them both away from any prying eyes as her miraculous beeps.

The alley is small, small enough that standing in it with backs to the walls would leave two people only a few feet apart. With how close the two of them choose to stand where they can feel the other’s breath on their face, though, it almost looks like the alley way is wide, but they just don’t understand personal space.

“You know Mothra’s gonna give you shit for today, cockroach.” Claw says with a smile as he plays with a loose strand of her hair.

“Yeah,” She answers, “but that’s tomorrow me’s problem.”

And she really believes that, she’s having a really good day today, so lectures and worrying about if solving problems with violence is becoming of a hero can be dealt with on another day.

“You’re in a good mood, Bug-a-babe.” Claw says teasingly. “I almost don’t recognize you without that pouty scowl on your face.”

She playfully punches him as her miraculous beeps again, signaling it’s final warning.

He grins and blinks like he’s realizing something.

“Something’s…different.” He says.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, fleabag.” She answers.

“Your suit.” He slowly brings his fingers down the side of her body and her breath catches. “I don’t know, it just looks…different somehow.”

“Oh? How?”

“Can’t put my finger on it, but it’s fucking distracting.”

She hums and leans in close, pressing her body against his as his gloved claws find their way to her hips.

“Distracting, huh?” She says. “Maybe I should just get the hell out of here then. Wouldn’t want to distract you from all your pretty boy shit.”

She starts to pull away, but his grip tightens on her hips before she can get far. It’s a dance they know, it’s usually done with a lot more punches and violence, but it’s a good day and she knows that he must be having a good day too to be so calm. On good days for both of them, neither of them feels the need to argue, it’s more playful and teasing.

“Oh no,” he says, “your spotted ass is stuck with me, cockroach.”

She blinks, taken aback at the familiar words she’s only heard him say once before.

~Flashback~

Swinging through the Parisian skyline wearing nothing but a bodysuit is not something she pictured herself doing, but feeling the rush of the wind in her face for the first time makes everything shitty about her life seem so trivial and forgetful…even the things that make her life hell seem so small in comparison.

Maybe that’s why the Supreme gave Marinette this Miraculous thing in the first place, he knew that once she got a taste of freedom from her shitty life she’d do anything to keep pushing—maybe that’s why he did a lot of things.

Marinette scowls to herself as she lands on a rooftop, what does she care what the Supreme does? He gave her power to do with as she pleases against some dumb butterfly guy, who is she to complain about such a great opportunity?

She flings her yo-yo at a weird pole to fling herself again. Why should she question any of this? So far, she hasn’t found any downsides to this superpowers thing.

Crash!

She crashes into something hard, getting dazed, and her yo-yo wraps itself around her and whatever it is. She groans and slowly opens her eyes to see a black mask attached to a not-unattractive face. She opens her mouth to scream at this guy in the mask as he groans and slowly opens his eyes, her mouth shuts as she’s meant with the most beautiful purple she’s ever seen.

He pulls his head back as soon as he sees her face, but she’s too mesmerized to really notice.

“What the…” The guy says. “Hey! Get me out of this fucking thing!”

The guy starts wiggling and Marinette realizes that their bodies are pressed together like something from a sex scene in a movie. She screeches as her cheeks heat up and quickly untangles them, her yo-yo bonking the masked guy in the head as they go onto a rooftop to have their feet on the ground.

As he rubs where the yo-yo hit him, Marinette finally gets a good look at him.

His hair is a weird green color, his eyes are a beautiful over-the-top purple, he’s covered in tasteful spikes and studs, there’s a bell around his neck for some reason, he’s wearing black lipstick, wearing perfectly form-fitting leather from head to toe, and has two cat ears on top of his somehow working-for-him mess of hair.

Hot damn are the only words that come to Marinette’s mind.

She chastises herself, she’s supposed to be wreaking chaos in the name of the Supreme, not ogling some eye candy who’s probably a huge asshole.

“That fucking hurt!” The attractive masked guy says. “What the hell is wrong with you, you psycho watermelon?”

And he’s got an attitude…hmm…maybe Marinette could spend a few minutes beating up the guy in skin-tight leather before she fucks up the butterfly guy. Not like she’s ever gonna see him again, how often would she get the chance to yell at a cat guy?

“I’m a fucking ladybug, asshole.” Marinette snaps back.

The guy rolls his pretty purple eyes. “You look more like a cockroach to me.”

“Yeah? Well, you look like a bag of fleas!”

“Hey!”

He grits his teeth and gets in her face.

“Cockroach!” He growls, pushing her.

“Fleabag!” She growls back, pushing him.

“Bug breath!”

“Fuzz face!”

They snarl at each other, and she grabs him by the collar, preparing to threaten or punch him. His snarl falls as he sees a large purple butterfly coming towards them.

“What the fuck is that?” He says.

“That’s an akuma, you dumbass.” She says, still holding him by the collar. “It’s attracted to our anger.”

“Then stop being angry, dammit! We don’t need that fucking thing over here!”

Huh, so he’s not a complete dumbass.

They both take a deep breath to calm down and the akuma flies away.

Marinette is suddenly all too aware that she’s still holding him by his jacket and that their faces are close enough that she can feel his breath on her face. She tries really hard not to think about how good his cologne smells or look at his attention-grabbing lips as she quickly pushes his (totally not attractive) face away from her.

He clears his throat and picks her yo-yo off the roof, holding it out to her. “Here, your yo-yo thing.”

Wait, why would he do that? He didn’t need to do that, no one had ever helped her for no reason before…he’s got something more to him under all that attitude, it seems, something that is grabbing her attention.

Her heartbeat picks up a bit as her hand brushes his when she grabs her yo-yo.

Oh no, that needs to stop right there. It’s fine, probably nothing, it’s not like Marinette has to worry about seeing him again, she can completely forget about it and—

“You must be that partner the Supreme is forcing me to work with.” He says. “I’m the cat holder, name’s Claw Noir.”

Fuck. Great, attractive asshole is her stupid partner.

She crosses her arms then eyes him up and down, trying to figure out the kind of person he is. Everyone she’s ever met had always either been afraid of her or wanted her to be afraid of them. Her guess is the latter, if his attitude is any indication, which is going to be a huge fucking inconvenience.

“Damn, do you ever pay attention, cockroach?” Claw Noir says, breaking her from her thoughts. “I asked what I’m supposed to call you?”

“I’m…” She pauses, remembering the Supreme mentioned secret identities, and tries to think of a name for her new super powered persona. “Shady. Yeah, Shadybug.”

“Shadybug? I think cockroach suits you better.”

He eyes her for a moment and something familiar flashes in his eyes, something she recognizes.

She blinks, suddenly overly aware of the guy in front of her. She can see all of it in his eyes, he’s broken and fucked up just like she is (which isn’t surprising since the Supreme obviously went after a specific kind of person)…anger and violence are how people like them communicate. But, that’s not what’s holding her attention. No, what’s holding her attention is the fact that alongside all that anger and pain she can see in his eyes is also that he isn’t afraid of her and he doesn’t want her to be afraid of him. She had never met someone who didn’t interact with her using some kind of fear, it’s…intriguing.

Her heart beats a bit faster at the thought, but surely, it’s just from the adrenaline.

…Right?

Well, maybe it isn’t, but if it isn’t then there’s a problem, she can’t let herself fall for an asshole like him, especially if she’s stuck with him. Not when she finally has some power.

Claw Noir looks her up and down again then sighs tiredly. “Great, the Supreme stuck me with a bitchy partner, just great.”

Does he already hate her? What the fuck is his problem? He doesn’t even know her!

So, falling for him won’t be the problem, not killing him however…well, that might be difficult.

She scowls and sends him a deadly glare. She swings her yo-yo and hits him in the stomach with it.

“If I’m so bitchy,” She says, “then give me your Miraculous so I can get a partner that isn’t such a jackass.”

He glares back, not intimidated in the slightest but still not caring if she’s afraid of him. The nerve on him. He growls and extends his staff swinging it at her but she dodges before he manages to hit.

“Oh no,” He says, “your spotted ass is stuck with me, cockroach.”

As they start throwing punches at each other between yells and spreading chaos through the city, she decides that if she’s stuck with him and he hates her for no reason, then she swears she’ll always hate him harder than anyone else.

~End Flashback~

…That was the day they first met forever ago. The day she fell for the guy under all that pain and buried all her want under endless hate. They’ve come so far from that day, so many things had changed, but some things would always be the same. That was the day she fell for the heart under his pain, the day that under all the hate and anger her heart had become his and has always been since.

#miraculous ladybug #fanfic #speechless changes #claw noir #shadybug #sneak peek

[huxleys-kinhelp]

hi hi omg i got so excited when i saw bsd and vnc on your fandom whitelist!!!!! would it be alright if i requested some agere/petre headcanons for ranpo and/or vanitas?? idk if it’s against the rules to request stuff for 2 characters but if you’d rather only write for 1 i totally understand!!! i’m not picky, so pls feel free to do whatever you’re most comfy with ^_^

no matter what you decide, tysm for your time!!!!!! i hope you have a wonderful day!!! :D

Ranpo Edogawa Agere Headcanons!

Ranpo typically regresses to 4-7, but he’ll rarely regress to 2-3, mainly when he’s been stressed or upset over something.

He’s been regressing since he was younger, around when he’d first joined the agency. At the time he didn’t have a word for what he experienced, but Fukuzawa would look after him and keep him out of trouble.

He’s confident with his regression, and isn’t anxious about mentioning it around new people, or acting childish in public.

He loves playing pretend! He’ll go all out with making props and costumes and perform plays for the Agency! Most of his stories are dramatic retellings of his adventures as World’s Best Detective, in which he stars as the main character and hero.

He loves playing with Atsushi, and usually casts him as his assistant in his stories! Atsushi often buys him toys and sweets.

He sees Yosano as a big sister, and looks up to her. Yosano finds it adorable to have a small sidekick following her around, and always has his best interest in mind. She can get rather protective at times.

Dazai is always in the audience of Ranpo’s performances, he adores them and always gives Ranpo encouragement and advice on how to make his stories even better! He’s usually the one that helps Ranpo create costumes and props for his shows, and always has the best ideas! Tanizaki never minds looking after him, even if he is a bit anxious when it comes to kids, since he worries he’ll do something wrong. He always carries sweets on him just for Ranpo, and participates in his games.

Naomi reads him stories, she gives the characters different voices and always manages to make him laugh! She also makes the best angel milk out of anyone in the agency. She’s usually in charge of getting him to sleep, but she plays games with him as well.

Kunikida is a busybody, and is nearly always working on something, but he does his best to work in time in his schedules for Ranpo’s shows and other things. Whenever Ranpo wants his attention randomly and it’s not pre-planned, Kunikida will let him color next to his desk while he works.

Fukuzawa is who Ranpo sees as a father figure! He hangs around him constantly, and often tries to mimic what he does since he looks up to him. He loves to stay in Fuku’s office and color, play with toys, etc! He has a HUGE collection of toys, stuffed animals, games, and sweets. The agency members are almost constantly buying him new things to add to it.

Ranpo loves getting up and moving when playing. Jumping, running, skipping, chasing, he’s very energetic and almost always doing something new to hold his attention! But when he’s regressed younger, he usually goes nonverbal, and is much sleepier, so he likes to watch cartoons! The Agency members always let him win when they play board games.

He invites Poe over for playdates often! Whether Poe is another regressor or an adult playmate, is your interpretation. Poe has begun writing children’s stories for Ranpo, and helps him come up with his own stories too! They love to get creative together.

Mushitaro doesn’t look after him much when he’s regressed, but he does get roped into his shenanigans whenever Ranpo comes over to Poe’s mansion for their playdates. He’s like a stressed mom when Ranpo is around, he’s constantly fawning over him and cleaning after him as well.

note : no worries at all, anon! i don't mind writing for two characters. I'll write headcanons for vanitas tomorrow in a separate post, i would have done it now since i've already written ranpo's, but it's quite late where i live. thank you so much for requesting! these were so fun to write ♡ (image at the top is from user waterrr on tumblr!)

#ranpo #ranpo edogawa #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #age regression #agere #agere headcanons #bsd agere

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

ok but see, the ”kissing early on but denying feelings f o r e v e r” is SO msr its predictable so…. I have to prompt you to try writing something with that but for JonMon (bonus points for a Scully cameo simply for the sake of her being like ’help is this Really what we looked like Back In The Day bc wow this is cringe’)

HWHDBDSJWN ok but I've seen at LEAST 25 MSR fics with this exact premise I'm cackling, it really is so intensely THEM innit? (there's at least three opportunities just in the Pilot smh). soz for not including the Scully cameo... however I will offer you the mental image of one of them accidentally mentioning something about this and her being like. oh my gosh. you're joking. you cannot be real.

also @taleasoldastime-andspace u might like this 👀

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Her flight leaves in three hours; she has just enough time to stop by the office, say her goodbyes, and get to the airport in time to check her suitcase. She is intensely aware of the familiar clack of her heels on the floor, a specific sound she's hearing for the last time. After so long working here, it feels strange to leave. It feels a little bit wrong.

John has his back to her, sitting at his desk, when she walks in. Monica steps lightly, trying to sneak up, but he barely jumps when she taps him on the shoulder.

"Hey," he greets. "You heading out?" He says it like she's not leaving for good, like she's just stepping out for the evening. Monica smiles, a little bittersweet.

"Yeah, my plane leaves at nine. All my stuff is already down south, ready to move in." She shrugs. "I know we already went over all this, but I have a little time before I have to head to the airport and I wanted to say goodbye."

John stands up, the slow, natural smile she's gotten to know so well spreading over his face. She's going to miss his smile; it comes much more easily than it did a couple years ago, and she's glad of that. "You be safe, alright?" He says, and Monica laughs.

"Alright," she agrees, then tips her head. "I'm going to miss you, John, you know that?"

He looks down, then meets her eyes again. "Yeah," he says quietly. "I'll miss you, too."

There's a single moment where Monica feels as if she can't breathe. Six years they've known each other, five since the divorce, and two since she admitted to herself that she might love him. She hadn't meant to, at first; she only ever wanted to be his friend in a time when he needed someone to be there, no strings attached. At some point, though, something changed. She's far too aware, of herself and others, to think it's nothing. She knows what he means to her.

The clock on the wall is ticking, counting down minutes, seconds they have left. She's leaving to start over, to be nearer to family, but leaving is hard. Lingering is hard. Moments, the present, is easy, but it's the hesitation that can be the breaking point. Monica glances down at her watch, tries to act like she's not practically vibrating with affection — but then, she's never been very good at acting, or at lying. Especially to John.

"You alright?" He asks, with a tiny touch against the outside of her wrist.

Monica laughs. "I should probably go soon," she says, which doesn't answer his question but is still completely true. She steps forward and hugs him, relaxes into his hands coming to rest on her back. Hugs, she's found, are a good way to hide your face if you don't want someone to see what's written on it.

"Good luck." John offers another smile, lopsided and a bit wry.

Hesitation is too easy to get lost in. Monica doesn't; instead she's lost in sudden impulse, almost like a cliche — her 'Lita would be appalled at a grandchild falling for a blue-eyed white American. There's no strings attached, just this once. She loves John. She's leaving. She kisses him.

It's brief, barely more than a brush of lips, and Monica quickly steps back away. She only meets John's gaze for a split second after she kisses him — possibly the most impulsive thing she's ever done, which is quite honestly saying a lot — but when she does, it feels like they're both stunned. She can feel his eyes on her when she turns to leave.

"Stay in touch, okay?" He calls haltingly after her, and Monica stops, still feeling a little breathless.

She wasn't going to look back. She thinks if she does, it might be too hard to leave; to not want to do something impulsive again. But now, she does. She looks over her shoulder and smiles, still a little caught up in the sensation of kissing him. "I will."

#hey so i love them dearly actually #they're stoopid #WAIT babe were you. Aware. ashxkdsnsk #i mean it's kind of an assumption considering the backstory there but i want u to know #his ex wife ships him and monica #which is a fact that makes scully COMPLETELY bluescreen shdjdnddj #wikipedia's timeline on monica's backstory threw me for a loop btw SIX YEARS IN NYC ASHDKDDSKDHDKSD #so once again i must ask: what do we consider ''early'' for characters who have known each other long before canon #Lu rambles #Lu writes #txf #the x files #monica reyes #john doggett #johnmon

[pbandjesse]

I wish I did more today. But even though I slept a lot and felt good when I woke up I would slowly feel dizzy throughout the day. Hate that.

But it was a good day still. I slept really well. I had gotten very upset last night and my shoulder hurt a lot. But I was in a better mood today. James had already left for work. But I got up and made the bed. I took a shower and felt alright.

I really loved our my shirt looked but it was not very comfortable to wear. The torso has no give to the fabric and is not comfy. The sleeves are so cute and I even picked up the neckline to make it more flattering. But the torso just doesn't feel great when you sit down. At least I look cute.

I decided I would go out. I did a few little things around the apartment. Did two lines of knitting. But I decided I just wanted to go for a drive.

I was committed to getting chipotle today. I decided to go out to Towson so I could walks round the five below and get lunch. Before I did that I stopped at the goodwill. That one isn't great but it was fun to walk around.

And then when I got to the shopping center there was an off brand Halloween store. And I had fun looking around. Their prices were way better then spirit.

I got candy and these bead rings at five below. And then after I dropped off my purchases at the car and got my drink I had brought with me, I walked over to chipotle and had an excellent lunch.

I listened to my podcast and had my food and people watched. I had half of my bowl and a few chips. And then I was off again.

I went to the savers I normally go to. And I mostly was there to look at stuff. I was specifically looking for a skilly shelf and I found one! $5! So the studio closet can be so much more organized. I also got a new little purse. And I am so excited about it. It's such a good shape. And it's all leather. $7.

I was a little overheated and uncomfy when I left there. I really really wanted to go home.

The drive home wasn't horrible. I was just to hot. And there was a bunch of broken wood in the road and people were driving really slow going around it. But I got home and things felt a little better.

I got changed pretty much right away. I had walked over to mail my application for another street fair. And put away my leftovers and took the tags off of everything else. Sweetp was very cuddly. And I was not feeling my best.

But I wanted to get something done. I grabbed some big sheets of paper. Yes it was tracing paper because that was the first thing I grabbed. But I started writing out a larger to do list and lists of what we need to bring for the wedding and stuff. It's not perfect but it's a start.

James ordered our wedding cake today. And that just felt so special. We are getting my favorite cake from my favorite bakery and they are letting us bring Oreos to replace the decorative chocolate chips (because those hurt my teeth, and Oreo cake is special to me and James). That was good to get that off the list.

I would do some more knitting. And the decided I would finally start sewing in all my edges and it looks so much better. I only got the first 3 months done but it looks great and I can't wait to see the whole thing sewn in. I shouldn't have waited and instead done a little every month but that's okay. I'm still thrilled.

James got home and we looked at the to do list. And made some plans.

I had some toast for dinner. James fixed their bike. I kept sewing. And eventually I decided we should clean out the studio closet.

James helped take everything out so I could get the new shelf in there and that really helped make everything look so much better and now things are actually accessible. It's not perfect. And I think I'll mess with the top shelf more so I can get stuff like our kayak up there. But I'm really pleased.

After we cleaned up I did some fixing of one of my bags. And folded all my costumes to store in the bedroom closet where I have made space. And then I got in bed to watch videos. James joined me and it has been a relaxing night.

I am really tired now though. I am going to go take a quick shower and get some rest. Tomorrow I have some work to do on lessons and proposals and maybe I'll do some art. Well see. I hope you all have a good night. Take care of each other!! Love you!

[honeyblockm]

YYEEEOOOO. i need 2 know ab dnap wrasslin & The Beijing Bicycles' last year on record right quick

dnap wrasslin is a fic about a match that dream and sapnap have in the wrestling au! i think bits about them were implied in the quackity fic but yeah they have a falling out in their friendship and this coincides with sapnap turning face and starting a kayfabe feud w dream and the plan i have 4 this fic was it's about dreamnap's climactic match in their feud. as well as smth smth symbolic of confronting all the messy feelings u have about your former friend and letting them go via committing stage violence unto each other. so dream proposes a dog collar match and it's scenes leading up to and during the match intercut with bits about their past relationship. weirdly specific and i guess spoilers but idc about spoilers and also i don't know when this will ever see the light of day but it ends w/ sap getting the pin on dream and then laying there for a bit after the match is done (as you do) and then dream reaches up to hug him. roll credits. but who knows when i'll get there.

Sapnap makes himself meet Dream’s eyes- a muted contrast to the startling acid green contacts he wears in the ring -and seeing nothing, as always, shifts down to what he’s got in his hands.

It’s a length of chain, the steel links spilling over themselves. Two sides, one resting in Dream’s palm, the other coming to dangle below it, swaying gently, with a collar attached to each end.

shoutout to the mjf and cm punk feud bc seeing posts about it on my dash was the thing that finally made me go alright what's all this wrestling on about (and then i proceeded to acquire brainrot and yet another interest i cant talk about w my family)

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The beijing bicycle's last year on record is a b/laseball fic about. what the title says. ok first really quick some b/laseball lore: a while ago a new addition to the b/laseball website where the game is hosted appeared and it was basically a log of "history", aka events that are canonical to the game but occurred prior to the beginning of the game. all of the text was censored but we figured out how to reveal messages over time. um. A LOT of info was uncovered and also the existence of teams that. basically. no longer exist. (they're either DEAD or no longer in active play and their team pages can't be accessed on the website without going into the game code and wrangling with some stuff. maybe they're in the fabled "big leagues". maybe they're in the static. maybe they're in the black hole. maybe they've been percolated. we don't know).

anyways the beijing bicycles were an active team during the prehistory i and (possibly) prehistory ii era(s), and then, for reasons unknown, they vanished from record along with a lot of other teams. that, alongside the players on the team roster, is pretty much all the info we have of the specific team. during the end of prehistory i there was a lot of chaotic events happening, including a player being unleashed on the league that would literally kill off entire teams. a lot of death? so who knows. but the bicycles are the only canon b/laseball team thus far that are chinese so i got pretty excited when my friend informed me of their existence.

oh my god. the fic. so yeah! they were playing b/laseball. and then they were gone. and the fic is about the last year that we know they were active and in play and it's split into twelve parts, each in a different month, cycling through perspectives of different players. it's meant to flesh out the players on the team and also the team dynamic as a whole. hit a bump when writing this because creating lore from almost scratch for 14 characters (25 if you count shadows, which I do) is hard and time consuming. it starts in february, during lunar new year.

B/laseball season lasts three months and then a few weeks, from the height of summer to the time in autumn when the trees are just starting to die. They've got spring and winter totally free, which Wes is fucking grateful for. Might be a pain in the ass to be out on the field every day in July, when the heat gets so intense that they're moving through a thick haze most of the time, but at least they can be snug inside in their warmest sweater in the coming winter. 

That, and it means they have all the time in the world for the new years.

^the guys :)

#i am afflicted with condition that is called whenever i have the chance to infodump abt b/laseball i will do it. #i lied when i said i would speedrun them. i like the bikes a lot #asks #prehistory. makes me a little crazy. just a bit. theyre all dead or vanished or trapped in a horrific vault / trophy room

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary201

4/3-4/2024

wednesday - thursday

books came!!

+ errands day which was stressful and exhausting, being around two anxious people who amplify one another is hard but i need to learn how to manage it better on my part, or how it runs me over, for the sake of my gf, basically. we both come home so fried it makes us prickly for a little bit. i wish i were not like that, and that i were able to be nicer. i wonder why i can't be. i sometimes worry about being an example of what orson welles was talking about when he was talking about woody allen and hating his 'shyness' which was really a front for his hatred of everyone else and his awful sense of superiority. i do not want to be that. i want to compete at times, and provoke and stuff, but i don't believe, or at least, i want to believe i don't believe i am better than others. in order to interact, and i want to, i have to show myself, i try to show myself a lot i guess. but that might just be a petty and evil exhibitionism. there are kinds that are not awful, i think.

anyway, books books books. not all of them, one's missing, and i'm already thinking... do i want more?

but here are the 3 i currently have. very very nice... yay...

very excited to get to agua viva after discipline and punish, i think that is definitely my next move.

if i were to buy more books, i'd probably want to get the collette peignot collected works, for one, and thennnn. huhmmm. i d k rn. but probably a bunch. oh i'd want bataille's inner experience i think.

maybe i should read another octave mirbeau book? i liked the torture garden when i read it.

alright, and one more song done, and some little pieces of writing done. i wonder if one is of any use, it might say too much i guess. but maybe not. i d k. i'll see how i feel about it later and where it could even be slotted in. the other bit is super tiny and i know where it'll go. it's almost a joke even, except i want it to map out to something i repeat.

i also heard this new varg2 song w/ ecco2k and bladee on it, it is good. the new bladee stuff i've heard is all good basically but not exciting to me especially. i think it's more me than him though, but that is where i am at w/ him. ecco really makes the track, they both go together very well though.

anyway, i should sleep now so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[nishirikixo]

For You, I'd Do Anything

pairings: yandere!bf!riki x afab reader

warnings: obsessive behavior, swearing, jealousy, threatening + violence (not directed towards reader), death, non con kissing (not by Riki), lmk if i missed anything

so like I actually wrote this a really long time ago and never posted it, it's not the best but I'll write something really good for him later when I have more time 🥹

♡ Jealousy is something He can't control, especially when it comes to you.

The school bell rang loudly in your ears when your last class of the day was over. You couldn't seem to get up out of your seat at that moment. You felt in a trance of some sort. Your boyfriend Riki would never leave you behind though, of course.

"Y/n.. What are you doing? It's time to go." He grabbed your bag and stuffed all your school materials into it. He waved his hand in front of your face, "Hello? Earth to Y/n. We need to leave now."

"Oh- I'm sorry Riki.." You bit your lip looking down. He took your hand in his and pulled you out of your chair. "Let's just go." The two of you walked home together in a not so comfortable silence.

He unlocked the door and pulled you inside. "Change into something else, I'm going to put our stuff away." You nodded and walked to your shared room to change out of your uniform.

He met you there shortly after. He came up from behind you, wrapping his arms around your body and resting his chin on your shoulder. "I'm not mad at you, Y/n" He turned you around to look at him. "You're not?" He shook his head and then placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"He's going to regret touching what's mine though'' Your eyes widened at that, knowing exactly whom he was referring to. "Riki it really wasn't anything bad he-" "Why are you defending him?" His tone was sharp, you gulped. "I'm not it's just- He wasn't even touching me his hand was on the chair.."

You recalled when earlier that day your classmate Beomseok had been asking you for help on an assignment. You had the highest grade in that class so it made sense to ask you.

You had his paper on your desk, writing on it as you explained it to him. He'd rested his hand on the back of your chair while he was watching you break down the solution.

From Riki's point of view however, it looked as if his hand was resting on your back. All he could see was red.

When you looked up momentarily and saw the look in his eyes your blood ran cold. You wrapped up quickly with Beomseok and sent him away. For the rest of the day you couldn't focus properly in fear of what Riki might be planning to do. Not to you, to Beomseok.

Your pleading eyes stared deeply into Riki's icy ones. His gaze softened and he caressed your cheek, "Alright, I trust you so I'll let it go this time." You smiled up at him, taking your turn to peck his lips quickly, "Thank you for trusting me."

He slipped his hand to the back of your neck pulling you back up for another kiss. Your fingers instinctively went to play with his soft hair. His hands held onto your waist, your lips parted ever so slightly and of course he deepened the kiss.

After placing one last kiss to your lips, Riki rested his forehead against yours. "I love you, Y/n"

"I love you too, Riki"

"I love you so much I'd kill for you."

You couldn't help the shocked look that was plastered on your face. You knew Riki could sometimes be scary when he was mad or jealous. The most he'd ever done was beat someone up but it scared you that he was willing to kill someone for you.

"Hopefully you would never need to.." you laughed awkwardly but his expression stayed firm. "But if I did need to, I would." You gulped down your anxiety and nodded because what else could you do.

The next day at school dragged on for you in the worst way possible. Each class felt like an eternity and the day felt like it would never end.

It was lunch time now, usually you meet with Riki but he had a practice to get to so you were by yourself today. You were headed to the cafeteria when you saw Beomseok.

"Y/n, hey! You're alone today?" You waved at him, smiling. "Yeah, Riki has practice right now. I was planning to grab lunch and eat in the classroom so I could get extra study time."

"Why don't we sit together instead? I'm sure you've studied plenty and I'd hate for you to be alone." You knew it was a bad idea to accept but you felt it would be rude of you to decline since Beomseok hadn't ever done anything wrong. You agreed and the two of you went to the lunch line. "Let's eat outside, it's much quieter than here." You recommended a nice place and he wasn't opposed, so the two of you headed there after getting your lunch.

Both of you finished eating fairly quickly so you ended up talking a lot. He shared about his past achievements before attending this school and you shared about your interests and hobbies. Everything was going very well.

"There's not much time left before class." He frowned as he said this, you did as well. "Yeah, it's unfortunate since we have an exam, right?" He was looking at you but he didn't reply for a moment.

"Oh. Yeah, but that's not really why I said that." Your brow raised in confusion, "Why'd you say that then?" He seemingly ignores your question entirely by asking a question that completely caught you off guard.

"Y/n, do you really see yourself staying with Riki in the long run? I mean, you guys will probably break up soon, right?" You were completely in shock, why would he even ask that?

"I'm sorry? Where did that come from? Why wouldn't I stay with Riki?" The way Beomseok seemed so nonchalant began to bother you. "I just mean, you know.. you can do better. He doesn't treat you special at all."

"Yes he does, how would you know? Forget it, I'm done with this." You got up to leave when he grabbed you by the wrist. "Beomseok, what are you doing? Let go of me."

He pushed you against a wall and forced a sloppy kiss on your lips. You shoved him off immediately after. "What the hell?! What's wrong with you?!"

You were so blinded by shock and anger that you didn't even notice Riki walking up. That is, until his fist collided with Beomseok's face. "How dare you kiss my girlfriend you fuck?!" He knocked Beomseok to the ground and got on top of him, landing repeated punches to his face. One after the other each punch was harder and you noticed Beomseok had lost consciousness.

"R-Riki.. that's enough, you should stop now." You tried to pull him off but he shoved you back. "Riki! Please!" Tears began to spill from your eyes, you sniffled softly behind him. He snapped out of it when he heard the sound of your crying.

He quickly got off of Beomseok and pulled you into his hold. "Shit. I'm sorry Baby, I didn't mean to scare you.." You buried your head into his shoulder and cried softly for a moment. He stroked the back of your head while you calmed down.

He made a mental note to never leave you alone again. He'd always make sure to have you in his sight so no one would try anything on you like this. "Y/n, are you okay?" You nodded and slipped out of his hug. You looked back to Beomseok who was still unconscious on the ground. "Forget about him, he had that coming."

"Is he.... alive?" You felt your anxiousness rise at the possibility that he may not be by the looks of his current state. Riki only rolled his eyes, "You already know what I said before, so let's go." You felt your tears returning due to the horror of the situation.

Riki saw your unwillingness to move so he forcefully dragged you away, taking you home from school early.

It had been around 2 hours since you've arrived home. Riki left after about 30 minutes of being home, leaving you without a word of where he was going. You were so emotionally drained that you didn't really ponder on it much. Maybe you should have, but you wanted to trust he knew right from wrong.

You knew how angry he probably still was after what had happened with Beomseok, you too were still frightened by the situation. You still don't know what happened to him after Riki dragged you away. Your thoughts dwelled on whether he was alive or dead. What would you do if Riki really did kill him? What could you do?

The sound of the door opening snapped you out of your thoughts. Riki appeared in front of you within seconds, his stern expression never wavering.

The silence was uncomfortable but you couldn't say a word. He held eye contact with you, studying the flip between fear and curiosity in your eyes.

"You want to know if he's dead right, that's what you've been thinking?" you nodded hesitantly, fearing you may already know the answer.

He chuckled, walking up to you slowly, not breaking eye contact. He stood directly in front of where you were sitting, lifting your face to look at him. "What did you think I was doing when I was out, baby. I made sure he was really gone."

You gasped, slapping a shaky hand over your mouth. You shook your head in disbelief trying to stop the waterfall of tears from pouring down. You clutched your stomach with your free hand, feeling your anxiety reach levels it never had before. Riki stared down at you but you shut your eyes tight, being unable to look at him at this moment.

You sobbed into your hand, the reality of the situation hitting you all at once. Riki killed someone. He killed someone because of you. It isn't healthy for a relationship to bring out that side in someone, you knew that, he knew that.

He wiped your tears away with his thumbs, watching your eyes open to look up at him. "Riki..." your voice came out raspy and quiet, "I don't think..." you trailed off, seeing the look on his face. "I know what you're trying to say. The answer is no. You're never leaving me, Y/n." He kneeled down in front of you, holding a tight grip on your waist.

"You know I'd do anything for you, Baby. And you also know you can't ever leave me, I'll make sure of it."

#enhypen niki #enhypen nishimura riki #niki x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen x female reader #enhypen x you #yandere scenarios #yandere #yandere enhypen #nishimura riki #yandere niki #riki x reader

[banjjakz]

I keep on forgetting to tell you about my Visceral reaction to the last chapters of the serial bereavements ! I was the anon who'd found Shoko suspicious right from the start then did a little victory dance when that was confirmed lol. I'm also having lots of Final Girl thoughts rn (I've used my brain so hard this afternoon while reading the last updates) but I'll get to them in another ask !

Would you believe me if I told you that I was about to get in the shower when I got the notification for the third chapter of the serial bereavements? Real bad bitch shit is when you're wrapped in your towel, phone out, having logged into Ao3 and staring abismally at the screen while covering your mouth in horror as you read chapter 3 ! Grabbed my face in my hands in apprehension, gasped a ridiculous amount of times (especially during that one memorable Nanami sequence...) sweating cold, heart racing. All the good stuff. Istg my heart stopped beating during Yuuta's appearance. Pictured it vividly in my mind, "katana tearing through muscle" SFX included, and got chills all over my body 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 that scene was NERVE RACKING I fucking loved it !!! reader calling for yuuta to come save her repeatedly was brilliant storytelling wise (?) I mean it as in, sure I expected him to arrive and pull some off-putting illegal immoral move (tucks hair behind ear) eventually but the tension n the scene build up were so marvellously done that I sort of forgot abt it at the moment! Could really feel readers despair and began doubting that he'd really appear... And maybe this is just me but the way Nanami was written during his final moments made Yuuta come over as a saint and a saviour LOL ! Oh poor desperate Nanami.... the grabbing, crawling up the stairs while injured, his otherwise calm demeanor during sessions suddenly replaced by his wide eyed horrorized stare and fear-driven behaviour... as opposed to yuuta !!! who's so calmly stabs him and comforts reader. It's incredible! Oh and I also completely loved reader being just as mental as Yuuta at the end lol. Thank you for writing The Serial Bereavements !!! frightened me to no end and might just be one of my fav yuuta fics so far!!!

UEUEUEUEUEUEUEUE I SQUEALED FOR JOY WHEN I SAW THIS IN MY INBOX AHHHHHH HIIII

wow!!! that my writing left such an impression on you is quite humbling. and flattering! i remember getting your ask right when i first started posting chapters for serial bereavement and i was like ohhhhh fuckkk noooooo someone's already figured it out LOL but i hope i was at least able to sufficiently surprise you/engage you in just how things came to shake out the way that they did ^_^

and thank you for your kind words on the nanami sequence! i struggled quite a bit trying to write it, actually. action and fight scenes are not my forte, but i'm trying to hone that ability a bit more -- you know, being a horror/suspense/thriller author, and all. glad to know it turned out alright!

hehe and much thanks for noticing the intentional foiling between nanami & yuuta during the fight scene. i wonder if people were convinced that all of those crazed ramblings about reader that were found in his study were truly authentic... or was it the result of more meddling... and if so... by who? ehehehe

as for reader's abnormality, i am personally a fan of enthusiastically consensual noncon. a willing reader, to me, makes for much more of an interesting narrative. so much to do there. so much to explore. a lot of fleshing out!

yay for frightening you! that's always the goal!!!! thank you so so so so so incredibly much not only for reading, but for continuing to vocalize (errrr... write out?) your enthusiastic support. it's notes like these that spur me on to keep writing, one day with the hope & dream of publishing a piece of public-facing fiction.

wishing you all the best!

#memorial book #anonymous #ueueueueueueueueueueueue #serial bereavement ao3 #serial bereavement banjjakz #serial bereavement jjk

[wasted-my-time]

The Ballad of Janie and Billy

Part 3:

You can't choose your family

Warnings: Mention of child molestation, murder, drinking, smoking, swearing, and a shitload of angst.

Sorry about so much dark stuff, but I'm writing a story inspired by a) a song about a girl killing her father in response of abuse and b) another song about a boy getting in trouble with New York gangsters, so it can't be very shiny.

Bernard Gray, private detective, read the sign over the front door in which they walked. Inside, on greyish beige walls were two doors, one on their left, with an opaque glass window with office written in golden letters. The other one was right in front of them, but was made of plain wood and led to Bernie's apartment.

-Get in, I'm here. Called a raspy voice with a British accent from the office.

-Your family is from England? Janie asked him in a whisper.

-Kind of...

They got into a rectangular waiting room with a few wooden chairs and (then again) two similar doors, one on their right, the opening to a bathroom for the customers' benefits. The other one, across the room, also to their benefits, was the entrance to what was (in their minds, at least) a place where they could let go of their torments and where a skilled man would begin the investigation to solve their problems. In the facts, it was nothing more than a desk buried with various sheets of paper, only leaving place for an ashtray and a notebook. Behind it, was an armchair (with the expected saviour sitting in it) and a mini-bar, in front were two chairs with padded seats and armrests.

-Din't know I was going to have a visitor, I should have done some cleaning! Bernard joked.

-It's alright Mr. Gray. Janie reassured him with a shy smile as they both took place in the chairs.

-So, the two of you got in trouble apparently? He asked Billy.

-Yes, a lot. We need your advice and maybe a place to sleep tonight.

-Good, minus the fees, I will proceed like I do with any customer: Tell me the story from the very beginning.

Knowing that Janie would probably not want to tell the story herself, Billy took the lead:

-When she was el...

-No, if it happened to her, I want her to tell me.

Janie felt her heart stop for a split second as she made a terrified eye contact with Billy, waiting for some kind of an approval, which came with a small nod.

-... Well, it all began when...

-Sorry love, I gotta go, I'll be right back, okay. Her boyfriend interrupted her before leaving the room.

His guts were twisted with guilt, from leaving her alone at that very moment, but also from his inaction when she told him about it. As he locked the bathroom's door and leaned himself on the sink, he didn't dare to look up at the mirror.

Taking a deep breath, he thought about the story she was telling his uncle and the very moment he learned about it: The cold blue skies of January, just like her eyes, an horrible tale on a beautiful day...

-Why are you hiding your wrists? He asked her as they drived across the city in one of her father's car.

-... How did you guess it? She asked with resignation.

-It's my job to know what people don't want me to know.

-Alright, I'll explain, but park the car first.

He did as he was told and they ended up in some shop's parking lot.

Slowly, way too slowly, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing bruises going around her wrists like two greenish blue snakes.

-What happened?! Who did this to you?!

She held his gaze for a few seconds before her eyes started to fill with tears.

-...My father.

He reached across the car to hold her into tight a hug, unable to say anything, killed by the shame of not having noticed anything even if they have been dating for a year.

-He, he beats you? Billy asked in her ear.

-No, this time is an exception, usually, it is more about, well... You... You know.

Tell me now it's untrue, what did her daddy do?¹ He jacked a little bitty baby, The man has got to be insane They say the spell that he was under The lightning and the thunder Knew that someone had to stop the rain.

She didn't want to say the word, but he guessed it the very second she mentioned it was because of her father.

He pulled away from her to be able to look at her in the eyes.

-Usually? You mean he does it regularly?! He exclaimed before suddenly calming down. If you don't want to answer or talk about it, it's alright.

-No, I think it's time someone actually listens to me: It all started when my mother died, when I was eleven years old. At the beginning, it was more about... He was, he was touching me, but when I turned thirteen, it got... Worse.

-Have you told anybody else about it?

-Yes, my aunt, his sister. All she said was that I was exaggerating and that I shouldn't go to the police because my father is protecting us from being in need of anything and that it would be bad for the business...

Money².

-What a fucking bitch! Billy screamed, flabbergasted by what he heard.

-You couldn't be more right. But I didn't listen to her, and last week, I went to the cops. It didn't take fifteen minutes after I said my father's name for him to be there to pick me up. When we got home, he yelled at me for half an hour, I swear I never saw him that angry. The whole time he was holding me by the wrists so hard I thought he was going to break them.

Fear².

By that point they were both laying back in their seats, holding hands and not daring to look at each other, her sobs punctuating the heavy silence.

-Do you want me to... Take care of him.

-Like killing him? No, he would deserve it, but you would probably end up thrown from some skyscraper in retribution.

-Worth it!

-No, not worth it! It is not how problems are solved!

-Maybe not for you, but The Old Man wouldn't hesitate for a second before getting rid of someone.

-Precisely! I am not like him and don't want to be! Besides, it is MY problem and I don't want YOU to die because of it. She cried. So don't do anything stupid.

-Don't worry my Angel. He whispered and kissed her forehead.

When his mind got back to the blue-ish green bathroom, he finally looked up, almost surprised to see his reflection in the mirror.

-Come on, put yourself together. How do you think she feels right now? He ordered himself.

He walked back into the office to discover his girlfriend and his uncle each with a glass of alcohol, Janie holding her empty one with shaky hands and Bernie having almost finished his. It was one of his bad habit to make the clients drink when they didn't speak enough, it was also the perfect opportunity for him to have a sip.

-You didn't give her your damned Canadian moonshine, at least? He criticized before lighting a cigarette with the zippo laying by the ashtray.

-Of course I did, it's the best liquid courage I have. So where were we, Miss Spencer?

-As I said, I went to the police about four months ago, and somehow nothing... Nothing bad happened during that time so I started to feel a little bit more comfortable, but when I came home after school today...

The second she entered the house she knew something was odd: Nobody was around. Usually the cleaning lady came around on Friday afternoons and at that time of the day Mary should have been in the kitchen preparing the diner, but both were nowhere to be seen.

-Janie, is it you? Come up here darling! She heard her father's voice call from upstairs.

She froze in place as she understood what was going on, again.

-No, no, no, no. She whispered to herself, on the verge of panic.

Slowly, she climbed up the wooden stairs, looking for a way to gain time. As she entered his room she hid her hands behind her back not to show him how awfully they were shaking.

As expected, he was wearing his white silk bathrobe, and probably nothing else, the only sight of him in that attire disgusted her.

Bathrobe, bathroom, she thought as her eyes moved to the door leading to the adjacent bathroom.

-I have to use the toilet first, please. She asked, doing her best for her voice not to break mid-sentence.

-Make it fast, he answered coldly.

Almost running to the other room, she locked the door behind her and slowly let her back slide against the door until she reached the cold tiles of the floor, then pulled herself to sit on the closed toilet lid a few feet away.

Her elbows rested on her knees as she took her head in her head and ran her fingers in her hair, as to pull the solution out of her scalp.

That's when her father's holster caught her eye full of tears.

It was laying on top of his clothes, which he left on the vanity after putting on his bathrobe. She got up and walked to it, as if it attracted her.

An innocent invitation to murder, or worse.

-Me, or him? She whispered to herself, as if her reflection in the mirror would decide her faith.

Taking the gun out of its leather shell and taking out the safety, she knew she had to do it, that it was the only way to make it stop.

She also knew she was going to outlive her persecutor.

She put the gun back by the sink and started undoing her blouse's buttons, then tucked the weapon in her left armpit and squeezed it in place so that it wouldn't move from there. She then closed her shirt and pulled the fabric in all possible direction in order to hide the revolver as well as she could.

A racing heart, weak legs, hands even shakier than before, her fakest smile, and a stiff left arm was all she had when she stepped out of the bathroom.

She could feel his eyes staring at her as she walked to the side of the bed, where one should have found pride and paternal love, lust was the only thing she found for the last six years.

With her back to him, she opened her blouse just enough so that she could reach for the handle, then turned around, and then...

What did her daddy do?¹ It's Janie's last I.O.U. She had to take him down easy and put a bullet in his brain She said, "'Cause nobody believes me, the man was such a sleaze" He ain't never gonna be the same

And then the last six years were over.

-After, that, what did you do? The detective asked

-There was so much blood, I mean, everywhere! So I, I got towels from the bathroom and put them under his head, so the mattress wouldn't be full of it.

-It was the first time you used a revolver?

She nodded stiffly.

-Can I ask what kind of a gun it was?

-Smith and Wesson, I think it was a 44. Magnum. She answered, then held out aforementioned gun for confirmation.

-Good Lord, there was probably not much left of him! Bernie chuckled, causing Billy to sigh in embarrassment.

But what he couldn't know was that his uncle was proud of her, given the size and kickback of the revolver, it was a miracle she could have hit her target in only one shot.

Without bothering about the discutable hint humor, she added the last details to her story.

-After that I called Billy, 'cause I he already knew the story and would know what to do and believed me and... And... Forget it. Her voice broke into a weeping sigh.

And because I love him and he loves me and I knew he would help me and he deserved to know the truth, not some lie my family would have told to everyone. She thought as he gently squeezed her hand and stroke it with his thumb.

-So how did you get rid of him?

Billy explained the way they disposed of the corpse and sheets.

-Although it was probably not in his funeral arrangements, you did a good job. His uncle nodded with irony.

-Did you park the car at the back of the building? He added a last question.

-Of course.

-Well, there is not much else you can do for tonight, let's go upstairs an' have dinner, you can sleep here tonight if you want to.

-A thousand thanks, Mister Gray. Janie said.

-You can call me Bernie. He smiled to her.

-------------------------------------------------------Janie expected to find a place screaming "OLD BACHELOR" when she thought about Bernard's appartment, and it was only half false. The small dining table indicated that he lived alone, the walls were of that same monotone color as downstairs and if you knew the inhabitant, you would notice that every single object sat in place exactly as he liked, never to be disturbed.

On the other hand, it was enlightened by paintings, all sceneries, it was almost like the apartment had windows both on the city's streets and on rural landscapes.

Billy's uncle was also not half bad of a cook: His beef bourguignon was probably the best she ever tasted.

-So, what's your plan, for tomorrow, for... The future? Said cordon bleu asked them.

-....We don't really know, I guess we will hide in town as long as we can, or something like that. Janie answered with hesitation.

-Yeah, someone probably found the corpse. So we won't stay here more than one night, that's for sure. Maybe we'll squat some abandoned place down south.

She noticed Bernard flinched a bit at the mention of their housing perspectives.

-You're right, you have to keep moving... But watch out, there are all kinds of people in those buildings. He commented with a tone which seemed to imply a lot more to him and his nephew.

Billy's only answer was a small nod and a sad face. Willing to redirect the conversation, Janie said the first thing that came to her mind:

-So you are the brother of Billy's mom, right?

-In fact, he's not my uncle by any means, it's just simpler to tell people...

-I think I'm gonna let you tell that story by yourself, kid. The supposed uncle escaped the table and gathered the now empty plates to take them to the adjacent kitchen.

And it is one long story, so it will be for the next chapter...

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Lyrics from Janie's Got a Gun by Aerosmith.

See previous chapter.

Coming up next; The Ballad of Janie and Billy Part Four: Genesis.

#Janie's got a gun #billy's got a gun #The ballad of Janie and Billy #def leppard #Aerosmith #fan art