#i didnt write today i ran errands

[abyssaldyke]

Having a weird one because I've been objectively doing some of the best writing of my life but I'm also getting pummeled with rejections which is part of it I know but there's also the fear that I'm plateauing or jumping around on projects too much and not focusing enough on prepping a novel but alternatively there's no right way to do things except what if there is and what if I'm fuckin it up a bit.

#ya girl #writing tag #i didnt write today i ran errands #im just working on this story for an anthology and im cursed to always be writing something a little too difficult #also im such a creature of pleasures. those pleasures being unpublishable gore #its FINE its going to be SO FINE. #i just wish id have it in for workshop i would like to be workshopped before i submit #maybe after the original anthology call deadline.

[oh-for-fic-sake-library]

Everything works...

Masterlist

Summary: wingman kal finds the strangest of ways to get you and his dad dating. And he doesnt regret a second of it.

Warnings: fluff, arguments,,mom glares, swearing

Unbeta'd let the typos run free because today i cant be arsed

"Oh my god! Oh my god?! KAL! KAL CAVIL WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING? YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE! GET DOWN RIGHT NOW YOUNG MAN!!" You ran out into the garden yelling at the akita from next door who wasnt bothered in the slightest by your screaming of his name and continued his quest. Miko didnt seem to fussed by the shouting either.

"Holy fucking shit- what do i do?! Fuck; HENRY!? HENRY A LITTLE FUCKING HELP HERE" you shoutedd out to your neighbour praying he heard and would come and help you with this situation.

"Y/N? KAL?! WHATS WRONG-" Henry called trying to figure what was going on. And then looked from the raised patio into your garden instantly seeing the issue. He rys stomach dropped. Fuck.

Kal. his son, his boy, his little pig had not only jumped the fence but had managed to climb on top of your own akita Miko.... Your very female akita. And it didn't look like you were going to pull his randy pup from your own dog.

"OH NO! OH FUCK, FUCK FUCK FUCK NO! KAL DONT YOU DO IT! KAL GET DOWN!" He yelled and sprinted across the garden to the four foot fence that kal usually paid heed to. He managed to climb the fence and began making his way to you.

"Hold on im comming!" He called out, at any other point in time he'd have made a crude joke about kal already being there. But now didnt seem like a good time. You held kal and mikos collars trying to seperate the two huge powerful pups that semed determined to have their fun.

"Oh god what do we do?!" You asked trying desperately to get kal off. But it was a fools errand, the pig was stubborn.

"I dont know i err hold on let me just; oh shit" henry huffed realizing it was too late. The deed was done.

"Err why has he stopped moving?" You asked frowning not understanding a single thing apart from the fact your neighbours dog had litterly just fucked yours.

"I err think hes done..." henry said trying to avoid the whole knotting conversation. He didnt exactly want to explain dog mateing to you. He did have a slight crush on you since you moved in a few months ago.

"Done?" You quized still not getting it. If they were done why wasnt kal letting go.

"Yeah like. You know? finished..." henry blushed red trying not to elaborate further then 'finished'

You frowned not understanding for a moment and then it hit you. With a yelp you dived for the panting smiling dogs.

"He fucking better not be- Henry get him off i swear to god!" You ordered now realising what was happening to your poor pup. Henry sniggered out of the side of his mouth unable to ho.d back, it was a little funny to him. I mean he ahas a crush on you? Kal has a thing for miko? I mean you couldnt write this type of r drama.

"I; oh god... Its too late to seperate them" he chuckled biting his lip trying not to burst out laughing as you tugged on kals collar who in turn grunted and blinked at you stubbornly, before grinning as wide as he could panting happily tongue lolling out. The pig wasnt moving an inch, and he was smug about it.

"Too late? What do you meant too late!? Hes finished right!?" You growled releasing kals collar and waved your arms around frantically.

"Yeah but hes gonna be err... stuck? For a better word. You know they knot... if well try to pry them apart it could really hurt them" henry said with a shru unsure what more he could say or do about it. Kal had won.

"Stuck?... as in stuck he is stuck in there?! Oh jesus! My poor baby!" You gasped and knelt down on the ground petting Miko's head. Trying to sooth her despite her not being bothered in the slightest by what was going on. She was just as happyy as kal.

"She looks pretty pleased if you ask me- no? No your right im sorry my bad." Henry scoffed with a kaugh only to pause and take a large step back tpwhen you turned and snarled at him wordlessly. You didnt appreciate his blazé attitude.

It was when you clamed down trying to think thing through that a though hit you. You paled and stood facing henry with a stern face.

"Is he done?" You uttered pointing to kal. Henry jolted all mirth left his face. Oh shit. Ooohhh shit. And decided to play dumb for a second wanting to put off the inevitable.

"Well sort of but he cant really pull away-" he began avoiding your gaze not wanting to face to heated stare.

"No! No. Not like that! Is he done, you know had the snip? Shooting blanks?" You snapped at henry growing irritated.

"Ooohh" henry dragged out the word and bit his lip scratchingnhis head trying to come up with a way to tell you gentky.

"Henry? Henry answer me- i swear to god if you make me look for testicles im going to fucking scream" you huffed covering your face with your hand trying to take deep breaths. You didnt want to panic. But you were panicking as it became clear kal probably wasnt 'snipped'

"Well the thing is? I err i felt bad and just couldnt do that to him... so no. Hes not neutered, everything works..." henry uttered growing more and more quiet as he spoke. He couldnt help it, he just didnt have it in him to cut kals nuts off.

"Jesus fucking christ!" You swore throwingmyou hands 7p in the air ready to explode on him but bit your tongue. You took some deep breathes and pinched the bridge of your nose.

"Sooo i take that as a sign miko isnt... Done either then?" Henry uttered sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck completely out of his comfort zone.

"No shes not i was going to after this season!"

"Ohh Fuck."

"Exatcly. Dont you smile at me you fluffy little sod! Very fucking pleased with yourself huh?!"you snipped at kal who choose that moment to yip at you playfully and then panted a smile.

"Well can you blame him? Little scamp just lost his v card-Oops nope sorry... but you gotta admit its kind of funny" henry tried to laugh it off and difuse the situation. But when you glowered at him he stuttered only to nervously babble on as you curled a lip at him in fury.

"Nooo? Okay so this is one of those one day we will look back and laugh things" he trailed off one hand now petting kal slowly trying to calm himself down and not feel like a choded school boy.

"Im going inside, i need a drink. Please take kal home when he's detached" you huffed whilst stepping back and weaved your way around the stuck pups heading for your back door.

Henry winced when the heavy door slammed shut and took a few seconds to breath before sighing and locking kal in his gaze.

"Kal what the hell? Shes so mad at me right now, i thought you were meant to be my wing dog? We are a team! A team kal! Not every man for themselves" he huffed motioning to kal and Miko's predicament. Kal huffed up at him and stopped smilejng closing his mouth completely watching henry closely.

"Dont you even think of pouting at me boy! You are this close to haveing your nuts gone i swear, i cant ask her out now can i? What am i gonna say? Sorry my dog jumped the fence and knocked up yours. Do you want to go for dinner?" Kals ears dropped as henry scolded him feeling completely lost, what the hell was he meant to do now?

"Exactly, you are in big touble, your grounded as of today" henry ended with a grunt.

Five weeks later

"Huh? Whats this?" henry frowned staring at the blank envelope that had just hit the doormat. He eyed it curiously before turning the envelope around and broke the seal. He got more confusedmseeing a shop bought card. pulling out a small card with the words congratulations gandpa. He froze for a moment thinking he'd opened someone elses mail but flipped it open and his heart stopped. There was an ultrasound, not a human ultrasound but a dog. It took him a moment to piece eveything together and suddenly he yelped and began calling kal.

"Oh god? Oh god! Kal! Kal come here! Kal-pig quick!" He ducked down and held the ultrasound to kal. The dog,looked on confused but wagged his tail, his human was excited over something so thats good.

"Look boy! Look see these are yours! You a dad bud! Your a dad!" Henry babbled unsure what to really say, he was excited for the arrivals.

"Would you look at that? Hmm puppies, actual puppies! You made me a granddad" henry continued to preen before flipping the little black and white image around and grinned at it. He counted and recounted trying to get a number but lost count each time. And then saw the small paragraph written in the card and paused gulping.

"Fuck. She must be so mad" he muttered feeling an icey ball in his stomach. For the past few weeks he had avoided you, he was so embarrassed and upset. You were fuming when you had walked into your house slamming the back door even pulling the blind down over the doors windo so you wouldnt have to look at him.

Dear henry

Surprise your a granddad, Miko had a vet visit today and revealed she is expecting eleven. I was mad at first but now? Not so much. I might have over reacted but Miko is my baby and i was worried. Accidents happen and kal just couldnt help himself its natural. This is just to let you know that there are pups incoming and im not mad so you can stop avoiding me. Please? I miss our chats over the fence and popping round every now and then. I also wanted to ask if you you want one of the pups? Normally studs get first pick of the litter or whatever so let me know.

Henry looked over the card again and again and felt the weight of the world lift from his shoulders. You werent mad. And there were pups on the way. And you wasnt mad. And he could have a pup but most of all. You wasnt mad at him.

"Hey stranger" you said opening the door to a nervous looking henry who held a big bag of puppy mix dog food, twisting the top of the bag in his hand anxiously.

"Hi, I got this... I wasnt sure if you needed anything but its kinda kals fault and... yeah" he uttered quietly, eve though you said you wasnt mad, he couldnt help feel out of sorts.

"Thats very sweet of you henry. Kal did a good job i for a fist timer" you giggled takjng the bag from him and set it behinde the open door.

"Yeah you bet. He probably knew he got one chance and made it count" he chuckled feeling slightly better that you hadn't bitten his head off yet.

"Little shit" you uttered shaking your head laughing under your breath.

"So err do you? I mean? Do you need help with Miko... or anything?" Henry asked wanti g to help out, like he said it was kals fault and pups cost alot nowadays, food, toys, puppy pads and now having to vaccinate and chip them as the breeder.

"I think ive got it covered."

"Is she big?" Henry asked blinking at you cutely he really wanted to come and see Miko and rub her belly.

"A beached whale, the pups kick too" you scoffed at the new nick name miko had earned since ballooning out. And then informed him of the puppies progession.

"Really?! Youve felt them?!" His entire face lit up like a kid on Christmas and he was suddenly buzzing, the awkward guilty atmosphere disappearing in seconds.

"Yeah. Do you want to come in? You can feel for yourself and we can have a coffee?" Youoffwred grinning at him and steppjng aside.

"R-really?" He asked quickly as if he didnt believe you werent angry at him and wanted to return to your prior friendship.

"Yeah sure, she will loves the extra bely rubs now and its pretty cool" you said shuffling aside leddjng him in before making your way to the kitchen to make drinks.

"I really am sorry. Kals never jumped the fence befor, i will look at getjng a taller one put in;" he said closing the front door and following you into the kitchen.

"Nope. Its fine henry, im getting her done so there wont be anymore unexpected litters. In all honesty I was just worried. Ive never seen dogs... you know. And now pups? I havent got a fucking clue" you finally explained, you ahd felt bad afterwards. You didnt mean to react so badly and get so angry, but you were concerned.

"Youve never had a dog have pups before? Even as a kid?" The question caught you off gaurd. Henry said it as if it was something everyone had experienced.

"No. Never."

"Do you? I mean we had a dog have a few litters as a kid, i could help you know? I mean it is my fault too, i should take some responsibility" he added perking up as he toom a seat at the breakfast bar wai5ingnfor the kettle.

"You dont have too;"

"Id love to help, they are my grand pups to you know" he uttered with a proud grin, sitting up a little straighter puffing his chest out proud as punch. It made you giggle, he realy was taking the grandad thing seriously.

"If your sure henry, id appreciate it. There so many thigs online i dont onow what to belive" you replied with a smile, relief washingmover you. The vys had tried to scare you into doing all these tests and buying expensive food everything, whoch you couldnt afford. You were sneered at when you said no and felt so belittled.

"Well let's get to work, first things first we need a whelping box and blankets;soft ones that are really warm. We could pop into town and get some wood? Im pretty handy with a drill so can make one" he began making plans listing things he'd need. You nodded placing his cup infront of him. He paused and flushed lightly before giving a sho4t nod and trapped you in his gaze for a serious second. You frowned at him thinking something was wrong but he spo,e up ebfore you could ask

"And we could have a lunch date?" He asked quickly before the little bit of self courage disappeared.

"That sounds perfect" you agreed with a light blush making his jaw drop for a second befpre he got all flustered again, the muttered 'good' under his breath before takjng a drink from his cup before he made a complete fool of himself. You smiled siping your own coffee, who would have thought kals date would land you your very own? Now you thats for sure

#henry cavill #cavillry #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill rpf #oh for fic sake fics #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x y/n

[mesquitehoney]

period has my stomach monumentally fucked up #suffering took ibuprofen though so maybe it will help (??????!) i stayed the night at my grandpa’s and we watched a nova documentary then a morgan freeman narrated one on netflix and shared apple pie from miracle mile. then um yes we went ti sleep he chose couch i got the bed bc he’s not ready to sleep in the bed yet bc of my gramma. then this morning he made a tomato zucchini green onion omelette which we split in half and also split a slice of sourdough toasted with butter. we ate at eight! we ran some errands and i got a car wash and vacuum. woke up with my period. my mom and siblings came around 12 and cooked pancakes and made blueberry coulis to go with them. he asked for help going through my grammas stuff bc he isnt ready yet so i did and took a sleep shirt and chicos sweater and a silver bangle. she also had earrings i tookbut she didnt have ear piercings soi guess she got them for fun. i found a journal of hers and theres only 3 entries dated from 2006 and one of them is her writing about me as a toddler. it is horribly hot today 98 degrees sos!!! gonna collage with my bf and then swim and hopefully shower stretch breathe write and sleep. i may stay at grampa again tonight bc otherwise he will be alone

#today’s notes

[sillylittlestoryblog]

Riff x artist!reader Chapter 2

Notes: hey Part twoooo is here! 🍄

Warnings: just bad writing, swearing

The morning sun was shining through my room as I packed my bag. John had told me in the evening to not draw again today. But he certainly couldn`t say anything against the fact that I wanted to go and buy things we needed. So I hid paintbrushes and pencils between the shopping list and money in my bag. My plan was to run as fast as possible to docs, then I had about ten minutes for a small sketch, After that I could do the errands and paint a little in the store while I talked to Valentina. After all, my brother could hardly object if I talked to another woman and was therefore a little late. Convinced of my plan, I ran to the apartment door and quickly said goodbye to my brother. I almost jumped down the stairs to the next floor. Hopefully the neighbor Mrs Murphy wouldn't stop me. She was always interested in the latest gossip from the block. Several times she had asked me if Tommy and I were going to get married soon. Why did everyone think I wanted to?

It wasn`t a long way to docs. I had been going there since I was a little girl, most times to look at the colorful candy. Once or twice valetina had given me a little chocolate. I had been overjoyed. Since her husband had died a while ago, I went at least once a week. Even if I had nothing to get from the shop. I just loved the little store and its cheerful owner. But my father had forbidden me to visit the store that often. "Too many bad young guys are going there " he had said. So i didnt visit Valentina regularly and if i was then only in the mornings. My father had said that it was the only time I should be out and about in the neighborhood, since the Jets were probably not up at that time of day yet.

I only had a few minutes to unpack my things. I sat down on a bench across from docs and started drawing. Quick strokes on the bright paper. It took only a few moments for the outline of the building. Then I got down to the details. The windows, the small display and the sign that hung above the door. The next time I looked up, I saw him. I thought I was dreaming, but in front of the store stood the young man from the subway train. He argued with Valentina.

"Hey, come on, just two minutes. I really need to talk to Tony.“

Could it really be him? And what was he doing here? Why was he arguing with Valentina?

Too many thoughts were in my head at once. I needed to draw. This time I was not interrupted. I couldn't help it and started sketching what was in front of me. More importantly I started to sketch him. His lean body, his paint-stained hands, his long fingers holding a cigarette. The brown tousled hair, the cheeky grin and those beautiful eyes. Everything was suddenly in front of me on the paper. Too big was the fear to forget him again.

"Fuck come on. I swear I won't steal anything."

"Well, maybe not this time. You've always stolen from me boy, don't think I'll let a criminal like you in my store again." Valentina's voice grew louder. It seemed to be very important to her, she was not someone who just raised her voice. But instead of worrying about Valentina, my thoughts were only filled with the man in front of me. She knew him, and that must mean she probably knew a name to that face. How much I would like to know his name. How much I would like to look at him from up close.

„Y/N "All at once I was torn from my thoughts. I had forgotten what my real goal was. I was running out of time.

"Y/N, sweetheart how nice to see you. Come on in. You don't have to be afraid of him anymore, I successfully chased him away. Come here and sit with me." she pointed at the chair by the window. "I haven't seen you for so long. How can I help you?

I gave her my list. She went right out and started looking on the shelves.

I chewed on my lower lip. Should I ask her? But she shouldn't think i was interested at all, otherwise it could lead to big problems. Besides, she had called him a criminal. That wasn't exactly a positive description.

"Who was that?"

"What do you mean, child?"

" the young gentleman you had a fight with? What did he want?"

Before she could answer, I heard footsteps and then the door to the basement open. Tony was standing there. I didn't really know him, we had only spoken once or twice. He worked and lived with Valentina. I think she saw him kinda as a son. He was tall and muscular. Most of the time he helped her with the heavy boxes from the warehouse or climbed up the ladders when something was needed from on top of the cupboards. Most of the time he looked a bit sad but still smiled friendly when he saw me in the store.

"Hey, what's this about? Who were you fighting with Valentina?" he looked worried at the woman in front of him, before giving her a kiss on the cheek to continue carrying boxes.

" your annoying friend was here again, asking for you"

"You mean Riff? I'm sorry he was here again. I told him you didn't want him here."

"If only he would listen. That boy is nothing but trouble."

Attentively I stood there and listened to the conversation. Riff? What kind of name was that? Somehow I had the feeling that I had heard this name before.

I looked at the clock above the door. It was already 10 minutes past the scheduled time. So I had only about 3 minutes to get back to the apartment in time. I had just spent too much time in front of the store. I paid and took the bag with my purchases from Valentina's hand. "Thank you very much. See you soon. I have to hurry or I'll be late. It gushed out of me before I heard the door close behind me. I ran to the next street corner and then started walking regularly. No one should notice that I had run all the way. That wouldn’t have been really ladylike. And Mrs Murphy would certainly ask me about it later or would gossip with the other neighbors. They definitely shouldn’t know I was that excited about a boy.

Fortunately John was in a good mood. He didn't say anything else about me being late, even though I got a slightly annoyed look when I stumbled through the door. But thanks to the good weather, he seemed to forgive me.

In my room I had the first chance to remember what I had experienced. And quickly I disappeared into a daydream about the mysterious man to whom I finally had a name. I thought about how it would be to run through his hair or touch his hand. He had had paint on his hand. Maybe he liked to paint too, I thought dreamily.

Wait. Paint. Painting…Painting ! "Crap" more swear words wanted to burst out of me but I thankfully remembered that my brother was sitting in the room next to me.

I couldn't see my drawing anywhere. I started to panic. Maybe I had lost it while running home. Or even worse, maybe I had left it with Valentina. I could not believe it. This could be horrible. If someone saw it… I wouldn’t know what to do.

I had to think of something as soon as possible, so that I could return to doc's store. And hopefully find my drawing before it might fall into someone’s hands.

#mike faist #mike faist x reader #west side story #west side story fanfic #west side story ff #riff fanfic #riff x reader #riff imagine

[bedtimebrain]

EXO Chanyeol: Oppa?

First Chanyeol Scenario! And have you heard his ‘Without You’ ? Damn it got me stunned when i listened, i didnt know it was going to be the one by Mariah Carey. I mean ofc chanyeol doesn’t speak perfect English but what can get more attractive than him playing the electric guitar😭 His film’s gna be released globally soon, wish him the best! 

Also I took so long to write this, that by the time i’m done, he has enlisted:,) Sigh, Chanyeol, see you the 27th of every month!

Characters: Chanyeol x reader

You caught Chanyeol’s attention, but… You’re not so into rowdy guys. How will it turn out?

Ding Dong!

You were outside EXO’s dorm with a bottle of Cola. You didn’t really know EXO, in fact you only actually knew Jongin. The story goes where one night you saw a really sick man swaying side to side along the streets. Being the nice and kind soul you were, you went up to help. And that person turns out to be jongin, which at that point you didn’t know was an EXO member until much later when your friend showed you an EXO poster.

You helped him to the apartment building and you left your number with him out of worry because he insisted he head up alone. After that you guys somewhat became friends. And ever since you knew he was a celebrity, you occasionally ran errands for him just to save him some trouble.

‘Annyeong y/n! Thanks for buying the cola!’

‘Sure Jongin oppa! I’ll be leaving then !’

‘WAIT!!!’

Just as you were about to leave, a shout came from inside the house 

‘Annyeong Jongin Chingu! Are you free? Wanna join us? I wanted to play a 2v2 switch game but we are short of 1 person. THERE’S PIZZA HERE TOO, ARE YOU INTERESTED?!’

Honestly, you haven’t even spoken once with chanyeol but here he is, trying to aggressively convince you to play games together. Not exactly an extrovert yourself, that overpowering energy was quite a turn off for you. You raised a brow at Jongin, trying to ask him to get you out of this situation

‘Erm.. Actually, i...’ In your mind ran a 1000 different thoughts on what’s the best way to politely reject this but you just couldn’t think of any, just then jongin finally cut in, only to say

‘Yeh come join us! It’s going to be fun, plus I’m sure you haven’t eaten dinner too’

Although you were a still a little reluctant, you relented for the sake of Jongin and entered the house. Seeing Sehun was also in the house, you both greeted each other politely and you proceed to sit quietly by the dining table. 

‘LET’S EAT QUICK CANT WAIT TO TRY THE NEW GAME’ Chanyeol just sounded overly excited about this. 

Over dinner, Chanyeol in particular was really friendly with you, probably just trying to make you feel comfortable as he tried to get to know you. But after a while, the conversation floats back to him talking about himself. You weren’t complaining though.

‘Okay so that day..’ Chanyeol begun his 5th or 6th anecdote during the dinner but couldn’t stop laughing before he could even get started on it.

He was laughing so hard he started hitting jongin beside him and his exaggerated movements actually hit the table so hard it toppled your coke glass over onto you

‘oh my gawd!’ you reacted in reflex and got up immediately from your chair.

‘HYUNG! SERIOUSLY?!’ Jongin reacted with shock then laughter. He quickly passed you some tissue 

‘Let’s just clean up right now and start the games’ Sehun added calmly 

‘Y/N I’M SO SORRY. LET ME GET YOU SOMETHING TO CHANGE INTO, IM SO SORRY’ 

You could tell Chanyeol was really feeling sorry when you saw that panic in his eyes when the coke spilled. Though it’s really weird to be wearing some other guy’s clothes when you just knew him for hours, you couldn’t be possibly telling him you would only wear jongin’s and not his... So you followed him to grab something to change into 

Stepping into his room you can’t help but get abit wide eyed. His room was almost like what you would imagine a musician’s to be. Guitar, piano, bass, iMac, subwoofer etc. You were so amazed you couldn’t stop glancing around as he tries to uncover some clothes from the depths of his cabinet.

Finally finding it, chanyeol turned around and caught how your face literally wrote ‘amazement’,  he couldn’t help but laughed beneath his breath before handing a sweater to you.

‘Why do you look so amazed? Your expression made it look like you just walked into a museum.’ Chanyeol asked

You felt embarrassed from his question and was absolutely tongue tied. Looking towards the corner of the room you caught sight of a basketball and a miniature basketball hoop. You quickly switched the topic

‘um you play basketball too?’

‘Yes I do! Like in my free time, once in a while. Outdoor activities keep me sane when I feel like I need a break, apart from jamming of course, as you can see. Why, do u play too?’

‘Oh I see, haha. And yes I play basketball too.’

‘I wasn’t expecting that! You really dont look like it though! What’s...’ before he could finish his sentence, jongin came into the room to check on you.

Breaking off that small talk with chanyeol, you changed out of your dirty top into the sweater. Sigh, the game hasn’t even started but you were almost already drained. 

—-

2 hours into the game, you were getting really really sucked out of energy. Looking at chanyeol still so engrossed in the game, you wonder how could he still remain so fired up.

Just then the bell rang and the boys looked at each other, 

‘Who’s that? Any of you got delivery ?’ Sehun asked as he walked towards the door. Looking through the peek hole before opening the door.

‘Ah Suho Hyung, why did you not open the door on your own’ Sehun asked

‘I left them in the car, too lazy to grab it. Oh, hi y/n, what you doing here?’

Feeling really tired now, your honesty got the better of you and you replied without thinking 

‘Hi Suho-ssi, I got called to play some games, but now i’m stuck here’

‘Ya, you punks , it’s really late now you know. It’s way past 1030, Y/N still needs to walk home. Just shut off the game right now.

And Chanyeol didn’t you say you were meeting your high school friends tonight?’

At this Chanyeol loudly cursed then exclaimed

‘AH RIGHT I FORGOT! I GOT TO GET CHANGED NOW’ 

Phew, Suho surely is a life savior. More than happy to be out of this situation, you quickly packed your stuff and thanked the boys

‘I’ll be leaving, thanks for having me today and the free pizza.I had fun. Jong-in oppa please tell Chanyeol ssi i’ll wash his sweater before returning to him.’

At the same time chanyeol came out from his room hastily,

‘Y/N wait for me! Let’s leave together!’

You would have preferred having some quiet time by yourself right now, but you didn’t want to make things awkward by saying no. Seeing how Chanyeol got comfortable with people so quickly was beyond your understanding.

You were always took really long to warm up to new people unless you could really click with them, just like jongin.

‘Ah thanks for waiting, let’s go! Where do you stay? Is it near?’

Trying your best at a comfortable and casual tone, you replied ‘Uh yes it’s just about 5 to 10 minutes away if I walk. Where you going to?’

‘Oh just meeting my friends for supper. Let me walk you home since it’s not too far, anyway my friends are still on the way

So you were saying you play basketball do u watch nba or something ? What position do you play’ Chanyeol naturally strike a conversation with you

‘I DONT really follow, but yeh I check out the highlights and stuff. I play the Center position’

‘SERIOUS?! YOU’RE NOT VERY BUILT FOR A CENTER!’ You must be really good then!’ Chanyeol seemed to genuinely be amazed 

Chuckling a little, you just shrugged and said

‘Erm yeh but the coach just thinks I’m pretty tough I guess.’

‘Oh and i heard from jong-in you didn’t know EXO until recently, so what music do you like ?’

Feeling a little self conscious about the fact that a musician is here asking you bout your music taste, you answered hesitantly

‘ R&B, acoustics, ballads , those sort? Ed Sheeren , AKMU and some other English oldies’

‘Then do you know ‘Without you’ by Mariah Cary? I’ve been listening to it lately and it’s been stuck in my head!’

Laughing at how random that was, you softly started singing along with him as he started. 

At this hour of the day, at about 11 pm your mind isn’t too functional to overthink, you felt like you were loosening up towards him. Though he was a little too over enthusiastic and animated, you somehow liked that he seemed to have this innocence to him.

Just as your short jam ended, you have also reached your apartment

‘I’ve reached! Thanks for walking me back. Bye, drive safely later!’

You flashed a smile, bowed politely and was ready to head in, but chanyeol actually called out before you could head off

‘y/n! Wanna exchange numbers? We could go shoot some hoops at arcade someday or just ball.’

You were not too keen actually, wanting to just keep your relationship with him as simply acquaintances.  Thinking bout how to put the rejection across nicely , you said

‘Oh, thanks for offering. But I’m really not a night person . And you know, you guys being EXO and got to be stealthy , everything goes on at night. Really not my thing though, I don’t think we can ever match a time.’

But turns out he was more insistent than you thought

‘Oh then I could invite you for games or a jam session ! I wouldn’t say we have exactly similar tastes in music but I do like the music you listen to and you sound great singing!’

That made you blush a little , partly embarrassment partly being shy at his straightforward words.

‘It’s fine chanyeol-ssi, I’ll just see you at your dorm when I pass by to see Jongin oppa and return your sweater. Bye’

—-

For the next 2 weeks, you somehow got more frequent calls from Jongin to run errands for him. But when you turned up at their dorms and Chanyeol was in, he would either be the one to get the door or be inviting you in for whatever they were doing. 

Today afternoon, you were over at their dorms again, but just with jongin and chanyeol. You had bought tteokbokki and corndog for yourself and decided to buy some for EXO too, but turns out it was just the 2 that were in. 

‘ah, y/n thanks for the food. i’m going to change and leave for dance practice soon’ 

‘you’re welcome jongin oppa, i’ll leave soon too’

just as jongin headed to the room, chanyeol took the chance to ask

‘y/n are you free? Do you want to hangout together instead? Since i’m free today and you’re already here.’ Chanyeol asked expectantly. 

You were already much more comfortable with him, but together in the house? You wouldn’t even with Jongin.

‘Erm, Chanyeol-ssi, it’s okay. I’m not too comfortable staying in the house with another guy ..’ you said it hesitantly, feeling a little bad for rejecting him. 

‘Oh actually, I meant to head out, there’s this place which I thought both of us will like’

oh shucks, that was embarrassing. In an attempt to cover up your embarrassment, you laughed abit harder than you should and agreed more enthusiastic than you would normally

‘OH ! HAHA! Ok, sure then let’s go!’

Almost instantly, you saw Chanyeol’s eyes brighten up. He got up immediately got changed and you both headed out.

—

In the car ride, you finally calmed your senses down and became sane enough to realise

‘Chanyeol-ssi it’s still pretty early right? Wouldn’t you heading out with me like this be really dangerous?’

Stopping his incessant rap and singing ever since you got in his car, he replied

‘There’s this arcade I used to go to when I was a student. It’s really old now and no one really goes there anymore. It closes around 5pm everyday , but I know the boss! I’m gonna ask him to just let us use the place for a short while’

With one hand on the steering wheel, he looked at you and was bubbling with excitement as he explained. You laughed seeing how excited he was, somehow also making you look forward to the fun to come.

Being really chatty as usual, he spoke the whole ride about anything and everything, slowly without even knowing, you dozed off.

The next moment you woke up, the sun was already starting to set and you’ve both reached the arcade, which was on the second floor along a shophouse street.

It looked so rundown and shady from the outside. The signboard was unlit and had completely yellowed. The window panes were blue tainted and so dusty you could see the dust from the streets.

‘Chanyeol Ssi are you sure about this? Please don’t bring me to a haunted house’

‘Ya, trust me, you’ll be surprised’

Together you headed towards the dark staircase that led you guys to the arcade. You struggled to catch up with his pace as he went up the stairs. The narrow and unlit staircase made you so jumpy that when the lights suddenly came on, you quickly latched your hand onto chanyeol’s sleeves without thinking.

Laughing at how scared you were, chanyeol slowed down his pace, walking side by side with you instead.

‘Why you so scared! We’re reaching soon, don’t worry, it’s hella cool place!’

Not really having the capacity to respond now, you continued holding on to his sleeves until you reached the end of the stairs.

Letting go, you awkwardly said thanks and entered the arcade, finding that it was certainly better than you thought but not fantastic.

‘Lee Soo Hyung! I brought my friend here today , could you let us use for about an hour + after you close?’

‘Chanyeol ah! It’s been a while! After all these years I finally see you with a girl. Hello Agassi, why did you come here with him? Be careful he doesn’t slaughter you like how he does when he plays games with his friends’

Not knowing to whether tears of joy or sadness would fit this situation, you raised your brows at chanyeol.

‘Alright I’ll leave this place to you guys, I’ll be back in about 2 hours after I eat and run my errands’

-

2 hours passed by in a flash. And you sure had lots of fun, shooting hoops, playing Daytona, Mario kart , and even challenging him to dance on pump it up. All of which u lost rather miserably cause you were just horrendous at games.

As you both left the arcade, you thought back in realisation that you didn’t see that annoying over competitiveness today in him today. Instead it felt Chanyeol wanted to make it fun for the both of you rather than winning you.

Internally feeling a little touched about this, you thought to subtly show your gratitude by treating him later.

Walking out of the stairs to the streets, you saw Baskin Robbins just right across, below a dancing school.

‘Chanyeol ssi! Let me buy you ice cream ok! Let’s cross the road to Baskin Robbins’

‘Haha, y/n why the sudden treat? I’m not complaining though, I want Choco mint in a cone’

You went into the shop and placed the order for the ice cream. But when you came out, there was a commotion right outside the shop and realised chanyeol was in ‘trouble’. 

You panicked internally , where did the fangirls come from? They all surrounded chanyeol and were squealing and asking for pictures.

You headed back into baskin Robbins, not too sure what you should do. It’s not going to turn out well if he is seen with you.. Should you head off first? Or should you help him?

With one hand holding on nervously to the ice cream you looked intently at the situation outside, with a total mind blank.

Only about 15minutes later, you saw chanyeol managed to escape back to his car as the crowd in this secluded area eventually died down.

You didn’t head out to find him, worried that if any Fangirls were left, you would land him in trouble.

You stayed at in the shop, looking at the melted ice cream you bought for him, should you just dump this away? Do you head off yourself soon?

Just then a call came in

‘Y/N! Where are you? I’m so sorry I got caught by those dance school girls. Are you alright ? Where did you go ? In case you’re wondering, i got your number from jongin to contact you’

‘Chanyeol -ssi...? Are u ok? I’m just waiting at baskin robbins .. just head home without me, I’ll just find my way back..’ feeling still at loss about the situation, you replied with a heavy heart

‘Ah, no, just head down to the alley behind I’ll pick you up from there. This place is too secluded , I’m not going to leave you here alone’

‘But ..’

‘Just meet me there’

Feeling down and guilty that this was kind of your fault. You walked mindlessly to the alley with the half melted ice cream. If it were not for you, chanyeol wouldn’t even be heading out in the afternoon right?

As you entered the car, you kept quiet not really knowing what to say. But Chanyeol started apologising repeatedly, and telling you about the whole situation earlier

But all that ran through your mind was how risky the situation was and how bad you felt. You were still quite in shock as you processed that just happened

‘Chanyeol ssi, why did you bring me out today? Seeing that made me realise the severity of how dangerous it could have been for you if you were caught together with me.. and I can’t help but feel it’s my fault you got surrounded by those fan girls..’

Pausing before continuing, you added

‘Let’s never do this again. I’m really sorry’

‘Don’t be sorry, i am not even blaming you or anything! Plus i was the one who wanted us to hang outside together. I knew this might happen, but i still wanted to have fun with you’

‘Why Chanyeol-ssi?’

Without thinking, he answered almost immediately 

‘Because i just find you cute’ 

You blanked out completely as those words, you could feel blood rushing through your cheeks. 

You started externally processing your thoughts out of nervousness and panic

‘i know this sounds ridiculous but are you like interested in me? i know i am blushing like mad right now but im not really into loud guys. and though i had lots of fun with you just now i think you should just give up if you are even thinking of anything’ you went on rambling not even knowing what in the world you just said

He looked at you seeming to have something to say. But then looked at the messy ice cream and decided to reached for it instead.

‘thank you for this ice cream, and y/n whatever you said…honestly, can i just have 1 thing from you?’

‘uh what is it?’

‘can you just call me Chanyeol Oppa instead?’

Your heart skipped a beat at what he said and you could feel his gaze was still on you.

After a few moments of silence that hung heavy in the air, you shyly and softly asked

‘Chanyeol oppa shall we go back now?’

Still feeling shy to look at him, you stole a glance at the rear view mirror and saw Chanyeol smile the widest smile you have ever seen since you guys met. 

Finishing off the ice cream, he started the engine, ready to drive off. But before stepping the accelerator, he looked up at the rear view mirror and you both caught each other’s eyes and both looked away almost immediately smiling shyly when your eyes met briefly. 

As the car speeded off, you kept your eyes on the side view mirror, and you were glad you weren’t the only one smiling like an idiot the whole ride back. 

Was this a little boring? I read through it multiple times and can’t really tell anymore. i hope it was fun for you guys who read it for the first time~ though i must admit if i read a fanfic with such an ending i might feel lowkey unsatisfied :p

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Night Shift Chapter 4

Pairing: Seongjoong (established), Yunho/Yeosang/San/Mingi/Wooyoung/Jongho, eventual ot8 poly relationship

Genre: PWP, Fluff

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Tags: Office AU, CEO Hongjoong, Office Sex

A/N: (Unfortunately, due to personal reasons, Alma won’t be co-writing this with me for the time being. Since I’ll be flying this one solo, please be paitient with me as far as updates go, thank you!)

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"You saw something you weren't supposed to see, didn't you?"

Jongho bites his lip, his thick thighs trembling as a cool hand ran between them. He opened his eyes and looked up, finding Hongjoong bearing over him, a catlike smile on the CEO's lips as he palmed his erection.

"You saw Secretary Park and I and you couldn't help yourself and came back for more, hm? Have you told the others what you saw?" He hummed, arching a brow as he gave the brunette a squeeze. Jongho gasps and bucks up, precum pooling out of the tip as he looked up at his boss.

"N-no...ah, fuck, sir please -"

"You beg so nicely, Jongho. Maybe I should reward you, hm? Do you want a reward for being my hard worker?" Hongjoong chuckles and backs away, unzipping his pants. Jongho bites his lip and nods, eagerly crossing the distance between them, falling to his knees as the older man pulled his cock free of his suit pants.

Hongjoong drags his tip across Jongho's lips before cupping his chin.

"Open your mouth then, Mr. Choi. I'll be sure you feel your reward for days."

---

Jongho jolts up from his bed, panting as he felt himself twitching in his boxers. He groaned in discomfort, palming and stroking himself as he thought of Hongjoong.

A whine left his throat as he sucked on his fingers, closing his eyes tight to hold onto the image of his dream, his fist working around his cock as he moaned Hongjoong's name breathlessly as he came minutes later.

Panting, he got up and shuffled to the bathroom, smiling slightly when he heard Mingi’s snores coming from the older man’s room. Jongho washed his hands, splashing water on his face before he looked at his reflection, swallowing hard as the images of Hongjoong from his dream still knocked around in his head.

Well, those, and the memories of the incident days prior. With a frustrated sigh, the maknae made his way back to his room, hoping his perverted thoughts would calm down enough to let him sleep.

This was...getting out of hand. He had to tell the others about what he saw, and soon.

-x-

Tuesday morning, Yeosang set his new proposal on Hongjoong's desk, running his hand through his hair as Seonghwa waited for him at the door.

"Mr. Kim should be back in around 20 minutes, Mr. Kang. He went to run some errands with Mingi and San. I'll make sure he reads over your proposal and gives you adequate feedback." Seonghwa informed him.

Yeosang nodded, turning to face the older man.

His hair was different today. He had an undercut, something Yeosang hadn't seen on him before, and instead of being slicked back, he let his bangs swoop freely over one side of his face. His suit jacket had been discarded, leaving him in a blue button up with a silk tie that dangled down the length of his body, stopping just above where his navel most likely was.

Yeosang tensed, mapping out the plane of the raven's body in his head, his throat suddenly dry.

Did he have abs? Were there toned muscles hiding beneath those clothes? Were his nipples pink or brown? Did he have any hidden piercings or tattoos?

The idea of Seonghwa with tattoos made his heart stutter.

Almost as much as the sudden feeling of his chin being lifted unceremoniously between two shockingly smooth fingers.

"I have confidence in your proposal. You clearly take the time to study things you're passionate about in... great detail , don't you, Yeosang?" He purred. Yeosang's gaze snapped back up to look Seonghwa in the eyes, panicking when he noticed how close they were.

Wait.

"M-my name...my name....you called me by my first name-"

"I did. It's the second time."

"The...the s-second?"

Seonghwa chuckled, actually chuckled, and tilted his head, swiping his tongue over his lips.

Yeosang's eyes followed the motion.

"Mm. I told you about your focus, didn't I, Yeosang? Maybe I should keep my word and keep you after hours?" He chuckles again and leans into his space, his lips by Yeosang's ear.

"I can give you plenty more to look at, if that's what you want so much, Mr. Kang Yeosang."

Yeosang opened his mouth, but nothing intelligent would come out as Seonghwa hummed, gently rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip.

"I see how you look at me. All the time. I've gotten my fair share of gazes here and there, and at risk of sounding narcissistic, I know I'm good looking." He hums and takes a step forward, smiling devlishly when Yeosang didn't step away, though he could hear the gentle inhale that came from him.

"But you, you're different, aren't you, Yeosang? Much, much different."

Yeosang can't tear his eyes away from his, and Seonghwa leans in again, but this time his face is right in front of Yeosang's as he spoke, the scent of a spiced latte and some alluring cologne making Yeosang feel dizzy and flustered.

"The way you look at me makes me want to absolutely devour you. These days, it's becoming harder and harder for me to remain composed. And why do you think that is, Yeosang?" He hummed, tilting his head.

Yeosang bit his lip, shaking his head.

"I don't...I don't know-"

"Because I have to deal with my boyfriend in charge and not pounce on him every second of the day, and then he puts the six of you in this project and I can clearly see how much you all want him and I and it's driving me crazy."

Yeosang's eyes grew. That was...that was a lot of information all at once-

Before he could ask any questions, Seonghwa's fingers curled into the buttons of his shirt, pulling hard until Yeosang was a breath away from kissing him.

"And you? You're the worst out of the bunch, Yeosang. You keep undressing me with your eyes, I wonder how you would react if i gave you what you want" he mused, eyes drifting away for a moment before he kissed him hard.

Yeosang gasped into it, his hands flying up to Seonghwa's sleeves as the older man crowded him against the desk.

He pushed Yeosang down onto it until he was flat on his back, with his palms at either side of his head as he claimed his lips.

Yeosang's head buzzed, blood rushing between his legs as he moaned against Seonghwa's lips, running his hand through his hair as he finally gathered his bearings enough to kiss back.

This had to be a dream. Some kind of wet dream, but it felt too fucking good and Yeosang had wanted this ever since he joined the company and met eyes with the normally stoic secretary.

Seonghwa bit down on his lip, pressing his hips down to show him how hard he was in his pants. Yeosang moaned against his lips, gasping and looking down at their bulges, sobering up.

This was real. Seonghwa was kissing him. He was...he was hard for him.

"Secretary P-Park...we're going to get c-caught-"

"Then be quiet, hm? Keep your voice down, and I'll make sure you won't make too much of a mess for me~"

Yeosang was about to ask him what he meant when Seonghwa's fingers tugged at his belt, his lips attaching to Yeosang's neck.

"You're trembling. Do you want me that bad?" Seonghwa chuckles, sliding the zipper down. Yeosang bites his lip and nodded, deciding to throw his inhibitions away.

"I want you...I even told the others...how much I was attracted to y-you."he stammered, cheeks ablaze. Seonghwa chuckled.

"Adorable. Be sure to tell them how good my mouth feels, I'd love to see some of their faces once you all stop pretending you don't want Joong and I. '' He teased, pulling Yeosang's twitching cock free of his boxers.

Yeosang's hands flew up to his mouth as Seonghwa took him in his mouth, the heat enveloping him and sending jolts up and down his body.

"S-secretary Park!" He cried out behind his hands, hips rolling desperately as Seonghwa wasted no time, bobbing his heads.

Dark eyes watched his face closely, his tongue swirling around his sensitive head as he arched a brow, amused at how flushed the young office worker had become.

Had they had more time, Seonghwa would flip him over and ravage him over Hongjoong's desk until he walked in, but he didn't want to break the poor man.

Not yet.

Instead, he hummed, letting Yeosang thrust up shakily into his mouth as.

"A-ahh yes, please, please -" Yeosang spreads his legs, his suit pants halfway down his ass as he put a hand in Seonghwa's hair, thrusting almost timidly.

Seonghwa's brow arched higher and he pushed his hips down hard, closing his eyes as he slid Yeosang's length deep down his throat, swallowing hard.

He'd be lying if he didnt say tears didn't well up in his eyes from the move.

Yeosang had a much more sizable cock than he expected, and idly the raven wondered if the younger man would be as timid if he were to let him fuck him.

Adorable, but Seonghwa was a man who took what he wanted, so he'd be sure to establish that later on.

"W-wait! I-I’m...Seonghwa-" Yeosang's thighs trembled and Seonghwa cracked his eyes open, tilting his head as Yeosang tried to pull him off.

"I-I’m gonna cum, please- please stop, or I'll cum in your mouth-"

Seonghwa's eyes darkened.

God, it sounded lovely hearing filth from this one's mouth.

Seonghwa ignored the desperate hand trying to pull him off by the hair (it only made him harder, anyway) and held himself down again, eyes half lidded as Yeosang covered his mouth with one of his hands, moaning shakily behind it as his cock twitched and sputtered, pearls of cum rolling down the secretary's throat.

Seonghwa continued sucking until he was satisfied, pulling off slowly with a pop as he licked his lips slowly, eyeing Yeosang hungrily.

"I should've expected you would taste sweet. A pleasant surprise." He mused, tucking him back into his pants as Yeosang tried to catch his breath.

Seonghwa fixed his hair, wiping at the corner of his lips as he watched Yeosang gently push himself up off of the desk, eyes wide in shock.

"You may want to straighten yourself out, as well, Mr. Kang. It's too early in the work day for me to lose you." He chuckles, slicing a pack of gum out of his pocket and popping one between his lips.

Yeosang watched him, still bewildered as the secretary arched a brow.

"Oh? Unless you really would like me to take you over Hongjoong's desk for him and whoever else may come in with him to see?" He inquired.

Yeosang hesitated still, not fully opposed to the idea. Still, he pushed himself up and tried to dust imaginary dust off of himself to avoid eye contact with Seonghwa, his face on fire.

"There will be plenty more surfaces to bend you over, anyway." Seonghwa adds as they walk towards the door, chuckling when Yeosang nearly tripped behind him.

-x-

A week later, the boys filed into the conference room expecting yet another calm and relaxing briefing.

Instead, the group found Hongjoong pacing the conference room with Seonghwa on the phone, speaking quickly in English. The six of them sat down, waiting for the next meeting to start.

“If you’re going to throw something like this, it’s only professional to give someone some semblance of warning...Pardon? No, three days is not sufficient notice, we’re businessmen, I expect things to be conducted professionally.” His voice was taught before he rolled his eyes.

“Enough. Put Mr. Kim on the phone. I want to speak to someone competent.” He spat. There was something else said on the line that made his nostrils flare in annoyance before Hongjoong crossed over, taking the phone.

“Put my father on the line now, Smith.”

He spoke in Korean, and the six men watched his jaw tick in anger before he stormed out of the room, slamming the door hard enough to startle Wooyoung and Jongho. Seonghwa ran a hand through his hair, huffing out a harsh breath before he turned his gaze to the six curious, and slightly startled men.

“I assume all of you have some form of formal wear, yes? Mr. Kim-Hongjoong’s father, that is-has notified us that we all are to attend a business party being thrown by a partner of our company. This..is non-negotiable. We need to go and represent our company.” He spoke in a curt tone, but the boys could all see the anger settled between his brow.

They had seen...many unamused expressions on the secretary, but the one on his face right now had all of them too afraid to speak. Instead, he was met with timid nodding. With a sigh, he straightened himself, masking the anger that was previously on his face as he moved to the projector.

“Now, let’s move on to the meeting. Mr. Kim- our Mr. Kim-will be joining us as soon as he’s finished on the phone.” Seonghwa notified them before he began going over the numbers for the company and the way their project had helped boost them.

A good twenty minutes in, the door opened and Hongjoong walked back in, visibly annoyed as he took his seat. Seonghwa paused his speaking for a moment before he continued as if the interruption didn’t happen.

Seonghwa kept his hand on the back of Hongjoong’s chair as he spoke, his tone even as they proceeded.

An unsettling feeling followed the group for the rest of the day.

-x-

“Holy shit what the fuck-”

“Mingi, shhh!”

Wooyoung elbowed Mingi as the redhead watched a limo pull up to their apartment. From the limo, their jaws dropped as Seonghwa stepped out to greet them, one hand in his pocket as he looked them over, seemingly gauging their suits to see if they were suitable.

While he looked them over, they felt their throats go dry. He was in a black suit, his hair slicked back with only two strands dangling onto his forehead. His suit jacket looked like the night sky, with glitter shimmering in the velveteen fabric as diamonds and pearls decorated the jacket. He had no tie on, and Jongho couldn’t help the way his eyes traveled down to the expanse of his neck and collar bone that were exposed to them.

He wanted to bite the oldest up. He wanted to see that cream colored neck covered in love bites-

“You all look handsome. Thank you for making this at least somewhat manageable. I may have actually maimed one of you, had you not have dressed to impress. Come, get inside.” He beckoned them into the limousine, moving to sit beside Hongjoong.

For the second time tonight, the six men felt their throats go dry.

Hongjoong was in a black suit, his tie already loosened, with rings decorating his fingers and earrings going up the side of both his ears.

He wasn’t nearly as gaudy-looking as Seonghwa was outfit wise, but all of them couldn't help but to notice their CEO’s...suddenly snowy hair.

He had bleached his hair, with it being pushed back away from his forehead. It was still as full as usual, but the silken strands looked like a parted sea above the still clearly irritated CEO’S head.

Despite his clear annoyance, Hongjoong bowed and forced a smile.

“Sorry for dragging you out to this. The businessmen here can be...a bit overbearing. Just be yourself, or if you’d like, let Seonghwa or I bail you out. These guys tend to be like vultures. I wouldn’t be surprised if they tried to squeeze some secrets out of you. Just be on your toes.” He warned them before exhaling and sending them a genuine smile, something they hadn’t seen on his face since the conference call the other day.

“Try to have fun. It is a party, after all, right?”

-x-

“It’s a party, Hongjoong. It’s a party.” The small man muttered under his breath as the fifth CEO that evening finally left him alone. They were all the same. Talking down to him with a condescending smile.

He was young, so he had to be naive, there was no way he could run a business. His father was a fool for leaving the company in what was the business world’s equivalent to a child.

Hongjoong wasn’t one to say he hated people. But tonight was an exception.

A hand at the small of his back made him turn, expecting another pushy woman trying to flirt with him. Instead, his shoulders relaxed as Mingi looked at him, sending him a sympathetic smile.

“Hey. If it’s any consolation, I think you’re a much better CEO than the other Mr. Kim. He didn’t seem as dedicated to improving the company as you are. Honestly, some of us were thinking of jumping ship before you came and even people in my department have been talking about how much they like your leadership. These guys are outdated and old, don’t listen to them.” He spoke quietly, scanning the crowd.

Sans a few people they were convinced were sugar babies around their age (hey, no hate from them), the party was filled with older businessmen and women who weren’t even subtle about the jeers and rolled eyes at their mere presence.

Hongjoong rubbed Mingi’s shoulder and nodded towards the bar where Jongho was currently drinking with Yeosang.

“I appreciate it, Mingi. Go, have a drink or two, I’ll take care of the mindless business talk.” He shooed him away lightly, taking a glass of champagne from a waiter passing by as he caught eyes with his father.

The older Kim eyed his attire before sighing subtly, beckoning him over. Hongjoong leered at him for the move, but crossed the floor, regardless.

Seonghwa kept his head high, scanning the floor like a hawk, leaning against a wall as he watched the people shuffling about, fake smiles plastered on their faces.

God, he couldn’t stand them.

He exhaled sharply, bringing his wine up to his lips before he stopped, spotting Wooyoung laughing a few meters away, cheering as he and San hovered over one of the tables the hall had rented out that had some form of gambling set up.

The two looked like they had a bit too much, and Seonghwa was acutely familiar with the fact that neither could hold their liquor well. He pursed his lips before his jaw set as one of the gentlemen at the table tossed an arm over San’s shoulder, hovering a bit too close to the smaller man as he eagerly played the next round.

Pushing himself off of the wall, Seonghwa made his way gracefully through the people, setting his untouched wineglass back on the tray of a passing waitress as he approached the two.

“-Ah, you’re so good, Mr. Choi. I’d love to talk more with you once we leave this table. Maybe you could tell me a bit more about your company?”

“Ah? You wish, old man. You’re just mad I’m winning~ I’m not telling you my secrets!” San chirped. The man moved to pull San closer to him, but a sudden, painfully firm grip made him  yelp in pain.

Seonghwa stood behind the group of socialites, smiling despite the fury burning in his eyes. He twisted the man’s wrist, uncaring of the way he cringed and tried to yank his hand away.

“Hello Mr. Lee. I hope the business is going well. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t try testing your boundaries with our employees. That goes for you as well, Mr. Son.” Seonghwa’s sharp gaze turned to the other businessman that had gotten a bit too close to Wooyoung.

San blinked owlishly up at him while Wooyoung hiccuped and smiled wide.

“Seonghwa~!” He beamed, swaying on the balls of his feet as he stepped out of the man’s area, all but engulfing Seonghwa’s arm in a hug. Seonghwa looked at him, letting go of CEO Lee before he grabbed San by the wrist.

“We’re going to go to the bar. As for you two, I suggest you remember your boundaries when it comes to conducting business.” He warned them, that smile still on his face while the dangerous glint in his eye intensified.

“It’d be a shame if either of your wives found out about your...concerning recruitment tactics.” He spat before turning, pulling both of the intoxicated men along.

“Seonghwa, you smell nice~” Wooyoung beamed, pressing his cheek to Seonghwa’s shoulder. San looked at the older man’s hand on his wrist and smiled, giggling.

“Your hands are so soft, Secretary Park.”

Seonghwa bit the inside of his cheek to stifle the butterflies in his gut and held both of them closer to himself. They wouldn’t be leaving his sight.

Speaking of sight, he caught a blur of white as Hongjoong stormed away, his jaw set as he headed towards the exit. The secretary stopped at the bar, frowning as he fished his phone out of his pocket.

Apparently, the small CEO had texted him while he was getting Wooyoung and San away from the table.

‘Get the others. We’re leaving.’

Sighing, Seonghwa did a headcount, frowning when he realized Mingi and Yunho were absent.

“Jongho, keep Wooyoung and San by your side.” He muttered, eyes narrowing as he noticed Mingi uncomfortably shuffling between some swooning middle aged women.

“Goddammit, is it so hard keep your fucking hands off my men-” Seonghwa swore under his breath as he swooped in to save Mingi from the oversaturation of perfume, missing Yunho rushing after Hongjoong mere feet away from him.

“Mr. Kim? Hey, wait!” Yunho slipped into the elevator Hongjoong had stepped into. The smaller man looked more pissed than before, his face red as his lip curled up. The doors to the elevator closed as the tall man swallowed thickly.

“What...what happened?”

“I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

Yunho rubbed the back of his neck. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like seeing their boss so on edge and angry. This wasn’t at all who he was.

They descended in silence, and despite himself, Yunho spoke once more.

“Since we’re alone...can I ask you a question?”

Hongjoong didn’t respond, but he did tilt his head in his direction.

“Yeosang...told us about Seonghwa and him the other day in your office. I have a very serious question to ask you, and I guess now’s as good a time as any. Are you and Seonghwa just playing with us because you know we’re attracted to you, or do you actually care about us more than the six idiots clearly attracted to you?”

Hongjoong blinked slowly, turning his body to face the taller man. Yunho looked at the doors as the light to the elevator indicated the floors they were going down on.

“I’m the oldest out of them. It’s my responsibility to look over them, and before things escalate any more, I want a clear answer.” His voice was adamant as he turned his head towards him. Hongjoong’s brow ticked.

“Do I look like someone who would play with someone’s emotions?”

“I met you two months ago. I met my best friends and boyfriends years ago. Answer the question clearly.”

Maybe it was the stress of the day, maybe it was the overbearing news his father had dropped on him earlier, but something in the smaller man snapped and he grabbed Yunho by the tie, forcing him down to look him in the eye as he spoke, his voice a growl.

“I would never play with anyone’s emotions. I care about you, and that’s part of my fucking problem.”

Yunho’s eyes went wide, but before he could speak, the elevator lurched, coming to a sudden stop. The two of them blinked in surprise before the light in the elevator flickered, leaving them in darkness before the emergency lights blinked on, bathing the box in red.

“What?” Hongjoong pushed the button to the elevator, frowning when it became increasingly apparent it wasn’t going to start. The smaller man let out a slew of curses while Yunho pursed.

“Problem…? We’re a problem to you?”

“Mr. Jeong, now is not the time for this-”

“Clearly we’re stuck, now’s as good a time as any, Mr. Kim .”

Hongjoong looked up as Yunho slammed his palms at either side of his head, staring down at him and attempting to use his height to intimidate the smaller man.

“Why? Why are we a problem? We’ve done nothing but bust our asses for you and-”

Hongjoong reached up and grabbed him by the collar, smashing their lips together in a kiss that rattled the taller man. He groaned in surprise, his fingers twitching against the wall as Hongjoong bit and sucked at his lip.

“You’re a fucking problem for me because I don’t want this fucking project to be the only time I see you all. I’ve started to crave you all and it won’t leave my head how much I try and Seonghwa isn’t fucking helping. If he had it his way, he’d probably have one of you pressed against the window to my office, balls deep in you until you sing for him. Or me. It doesn’t fucking matter. This is getting out of control, I’m your boss, I shouldn’t fucking want you all so much but I do and thats my problem .” He hissed against Yunho’s lips.

The younger man’s knees buckled as he panted, licking his swollen lips as he stared at him. His heart hammered in his chest as he looked at him. Hongjoong’s muscles were tense, his jaw tight, his eyes narrowed, his chest heaving as he tried to calm himself. He let Yunho go, moving to step away, but the taller man stepped closer into his space, nearly crumbling over the firey look Hongjoong sent him from the move.

“Lose control, then. It’s not like we all don’t want it.” Yunho whispered, pressing his forehead to Hongjoong’s.

And that's how, five minutes later, the taller man ended up with his tie in his mouth, whimpering with his thick thighs trembling as Hongjoong pressed his fingers into his hole, slick with spit and a lube they found tucked into one of Yunho’s inside pockets. (“My coats always have extra pockets...the others usually let me hold onto their things…”)

Hongjoong curled his fingers up, kissing at the curve of Yunho’s ass as he reached around to stroke his cock.

“I would have never expected you’d be like this for me, Yunho.” Hongjoong muses, rubbing his thumb over Yunho’s head as he strokes him from base to tip. The taller man’s thighs flex as he subtly spreads his legs more, drool soaking the tie as he tried to keep his voice down.

“You were so tight too, do you not get to recieve as often? Poor thing.”

This...this Hongjoong was not what Yunho expected, and again, it was probably because he was so high strung on whatever was upsetting him the past few days.

But god did the way he talked to him make Yunho want to fall to his knees and present himself.

Before he could entertain the thought, he felt Hongjoong pull his fingers out. The blonde whined in protest, but was immediately met with a hard slap to his ass that nearly made the tie fall from his lips as he gasped in surprise.

“Wait.” Hongjoong ordered, and Yunho looked behind him, brows pulled up in need as he watched Hongjoong fish through his discarded coat, grabbing a condom from his pocket, ripping it open with his teeth before he rolled it onto his cock.

Something about the clear want rolling off Hongjoong in waves made Yunho’s heart leap as he reached back, spreading his cheek apart with one hand as he continued bracing himself against the wall as Hongjoong returned, rubbing the head of his cock against his entrance.

Yeah..it has been way too long since he’s been on the receiving end, if the gasp and whimper that left his throat when Hongjoong pushed into him was anything to go by. Hongjoong held his hips, slowly inching his way in until he was fully nestled inside of Yunho, kissing at the taller man’s spine through his shirt.

“God, you’re so fucking tight.”

Yunho bowed his head, rolling his hips back and moaning against the fabric in his mouth as Hongjoong got the hint, thrusting long and deep into him.

“I really do care about all of you, you know.” Hongjoong breathed, grabbing Yunho by the hair, pulling as he sped his hips up, smiling wildly when the large man’s back arched beautifully. “So fucking much. I want to take you out to dinner as much as I want to fuck you until your eyes roll back. Seonghwa’s been telling me to give in…”He reached around and snatched the tie from Yunho’s mouth, licking his lips as the sound of his groans filled the stalled metal box.

“Give in, Hongjoong. You want them, they want you, have them. Have them, have them, have them.” Hongjoong’s nails dug into Yunho’s hips as he rocked into him faster, watching Yunho brace himself on the wall with both hands.

“G-god Hongjoong, I-” Yunho choked on a moan as Hongjoong’s hips slapped against his ass. His cock swung between his legs, begging to be touched as he pressed his cheek against the wall, his eyes rolling back.

“H-Harder... uhh fuck please , please harder!” Yunho rolled his hips back with every thrust, hoping he could get the smaller man to slam into that sensitive bundle inside of him. Hongjoong noticed his desperation and ran one of his hands up the side of Yunho’s long leg, purring.

“Your thighs are so thick, baby. If I had my way, I’d sink my teeth into them until there little marks everywhere~”

Again, his tone made a jolt of fire and electricity run down Yunho’s spine as he brought his palm down hard on Yunho’s ass once more, groaning loudly when the action made the younger man clench. Chuckling darkly, Hongjoong changed his angle, thrusting at a clearly desperate pace as he spanked Yunho again, one of his thrusts making his thick head brush against his prostate.

“Fuck! Please!”

“Keep fucking moaning for me.”

The little voice in Hongjoong’s head telling him he may leave a bruise on Yunho’s hips was ignored as Hongjoong fucked him with wreckless abandon, pressing hard against that spot every other thrust while he chased his own orgasm, feeling heat pool in his gut as his cock twitched inside of the trembling man.

“More more more, fuck don’t stop fuck !”

Hongjoong pressed his back against Yunho’s, biting down on his shoulder, ignoring his shirt as he groaned into it, reaching around to stroke Yunho’s cock in time with his frenzied thrusts. The younger man closed his eyes, his palms sliding against the metal wall of the elevator as he came with a cry, clenching down on Hongjoong’s cock like a vice.

The white haired man’s hips stilled as he came with a long, drawn out groan, filling the condom as he held onto Yunho’s hips. He shuddered, eyes closed as he took deep breaths to calm himself.

“God I wish I could’ve filled you.”

Yunho whined slightly when Hongjoong pulled out of him, but he blinked in surprise when the man knelt down, kissing at his hips.

“Ah...I was so rough, are you okay? You’re gonna bruise…” He rubbed the spots where his nails dug in, already  noticing the discoloration. Yunho smiled at the sudden tender tone and turned, kissing him as he pulled his pants up.

“I’m okay. Trust me.” He hummed, licking his lips before he chuckled.

“And next time, I’d love for you to do it.” He mused as Hongjoong wiped up his cum with his own tie. The small man tilted his head, and Yunho felt himself swoon from the doe eyed curious look he sent him,

How he went from a growling beast fucking him until his eyes rolled back, to this adorably lost puppy of a man was a wonder to the taller businessman, but he only adjusted his hair.

“You said you wished you could fill me. I’m telling you to do it next time.”

Hongjoong choked while Yunho laughed, with both men waiting for help to come.

-x-

“No, I’m telling you that you shouldn’t have had fucking maintenence on the elevators the day there was to be a fucking party! There could’ve been some serious injury, or even casualties, do you not understand the gravity of the situation?”

Seonghwa spoke a mile a minute as San and Wooyoung laid sprawled out on the seats of the limo, idly running his hand through both men’s hair as he angrily spoke to someone on the phone about the elevator.

Hongjoong smiled fondly at him while the others enjoyed the ride.

Because of the intoxication levels of the men, plus the fact that it took them an hour for Yunho and Hongjoong to be freed from the elevator, they all decided to sleep at Hongjoong’s house, as it was closer.

Seonghwa continued going off on the phone as they entered the gateway to Hongjoong’s house, jaws dropped.

“It’s a mansion.” Mingi whispered, eyes wide as he looked over the high walls.

Hongjoong blushed and scratched his head, smiling bashfully as they entered. He set them up with their own room, thankful he had two guest rooms. The men bowed deeply (or, rather, most of them did. It took Jongho’s quick hand to fly out and keep Wooyoung from falling over).

“I’ll explain...everything in the morning. For now, get some rest.” Hongjoong told them before closing the door to each respective room.

When he crawled into bed with Seonghwa, the raven held him from behind, closing his eyes.

“Just sleep, Joong. We’ll tackle this tomorrow.” he whispered, kissing the back of Hongjoong’s neck. Hongjoong played with Seonghwa’s fingers before exhaling.

“Yeah...yeah, you’re right. Goodnight, Hwa.”

“Goodnight, Joong.”

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- III - The tower

*Hi! I hope you guys like the story so far. I’m thinking up each chapter as I go, and mainly use this as a way to improve my writing skills while typing about the things I could see happening in Stardew. If you have any feedback or suggestions for the storyline feel free to message me. Enjoy!*

“Here, this is for the journey.” Daya puts a small package into Elliotts hands. “Its your lunch, and a book for the road.” The brown wrapping is held together with a string which has a duck feather attached to it. Elliotts face lights up instantly when he notices it. “My favorite.” He wispers. “Thank you dear.” He softly plants a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll let you know when I get to Zuzu city, okay?” She nodds and smiles. Her eyes wander off to the tunnel leading the tracks farther into the mountains. Way down in the south, lies the big city where Elliotts booktour will take place. Zuzu city, a modern place with skyscrapers and highways. Daya saw its skyline once before when she went on a roadtrip with Robins son Sebastian. Thinking back on that memory is filling Daya with unease. 

Sebastian, her relationship with him could be called complicated. After they broke up he moved to the city taking with him one bag of clothes, his laptop and his motor cycle. She still though of him now and then and wondered how he was doing, but never felt comfortable enough to reach out. With the way things ended that was probably for the best, she though. The sound of the approaching train suddenly echoes through the tunnel and brings Daya back to the present. “I love you, stay safe.” Elliott says and cuddles her. His long red hair tickles her face. “Love you too, return to me in winter.” She wispers into his hair. “I will.” 

Daya waits till the train leaves to continues its journey through the mountain pass. When the last wagon has disappeared into the tunnel she turns around and starts walking back. Something moves her to take a different road than usual. Instead of walking home via the mountain road she takes the detour trough Cindersap forest.

The air in the woods is crisp, and dead leaves roll over the forest floor around her. A vague sound in the distance catches her attention. Mysterious music that can only come from one place. The wizards tower. There was a time when she ran a lot of errands for the wizard and his practices in the dark art, but ever since she moved in with Elliott her life shifted from the forest to the shore. Paying her old friend a visit couldn’t hurt though. She follows the sound, and suddenly sees the blue roof of Rasmodius home towering over the trees in front of her. 

The door to the building is closed, so she knocks. “Hello?” The wizard is always close to the tower and as expected the door slowly opens, creaking in its hinges. A sweet smell of herbs and incense wafts out of the hallway to greet Daya and the old door mysteriously closes behind her, though no one is standing near it. “Welcome.” Says the wizard, in his deep, calm voice. He is sitting in a purple chair next to the cauldron. From the big black kettle green fumes circle towards the ceiling. “Hi Rasmodius. I went for a walk in the forest and thought I’d stop by.” “Ah, is that so?” He says, his voice seemingly insinuating something different to be the case. “Yes.” Daya replied. “Tea?” “Yes please.” On the coffee table stands a bronze teapot filled with fragrant leaves. Its fresh, as if company was expected. Rasmodius pours two cups and hands one to his guest. The second cup stays on the table untouched. Daya’s eyes follow the intricate carvings on the table that show the cycle of the moon and its many forms. She sips from her tea as Rasmodius talks to her. “I was hoping you would stop by today.” He says, his eyes fixated on the cup in front of him. “I have a guest that was hoping to see you, so I might have used a bit of magic to lure you here.” He presses his fingers together and stands up. At the same moment there is a sudden movement at the fireplace, as a dark figure steps out of its shadow. Daya almost drops the tea cup in her lap. But manages to catch it on time so only a small amount of its content spills over her finger. “Damn it!” She growls, and puts her burned fingers into her mouth. Dark sweater and hair he disappeared into the wizards gloomy interior but when he turns towards her its unmistakable “Seb?”Daya’s cheeks immediately turn red as she realizes she is still using his petname. In an attempt to rectify her mistake she coughs and adds an unsure “astian.. sebastian, hi.” Rasmodius stands up awkwardly and points Sebastian to the chair he first sat in. “I’ll leave you two to catch up.” He mutters and pats Sebastian on his back. Then flicks his fingers and disappears into thin air. “Oh!” Daya’s eyes widen but this time she holds her teacup in a firm grip as not to spill more tea in surprise. “I hate it when he does that, it catches me off guard every time.” Sebastian smiles slowly. His eyes are fixed on the teacup the wizard left for him, an impenetrable expression in his eyes. 

She didnt miss this part of him, the silent stares and her guessing whats going on inside. “How, eh.. how are you Sebastian?” “Could be better.” He smiles wryly and picks up the cup in front of him. “You?” “I am very happy.” She thinks of her life with Elliott and instantly a smile appears. “Happy to hear that. Say Daya, I’m sorry to barge back into your life like this, but do you still have your sword?” At the word sword she has to put down her cup because her fingers start to tingle. She can feel the heft of the purple blade in her hands even though its not there. Sebastian looks at her moving fingers and frowns barely noticeable. “Yes, I still have it.” She wispers, her thoughts miles away from the tower.  “Could I borrow it?”  “Why?”  For the first time in the conversation he looks straight at her. His light brown eyes catch her off guard and she repressed the impuls to tell him he can take the weapon as long as he leaves now. His eyes leave her face to search the room. When he is sure no one is lurking in the shadows of the furniture around them he leans towards her to plead his case. “Its for Abigail. She got abducted from the mines on one of her adventures. I didn’t know untill I got a weird email that seemed to be encrypted. After I send it to Rasmodius he figured out it was send by the dwarf in the mines, warning me she was taken. This was only this morning. I came back from Zuzu as fast as I could.” “Are the two of you..” Sebastians eyebrows raise. “Friends, good friends.” Daya nodds. “Just so I know how delicate the situation is.” “Okay, will you help?” “Eh I want to but I’m not sure I can.” She can see his eyes darken while she struggles to find the right words.

 “You see, the prismatic shard I used to forge the sword in Calico, its infused with my energy. Even linked to my energy I had to find a way to learn how to handle it. Its almost like handling an animal, learning its body language and finding a way to work together. Its a bond that I’m not sure will be translated well to another.” She though back of an instant where Elliot picked up the sword. Holding it alone almost made him sprain his own wrists. The disbalance between him and the iridium made it uncontrollable. As soon as she took it in her own hands the purple metal calmed. Sebastian wouldn’t be able to handle the sword and without Daya’s link to it the weapon would turn into a crude waraxe with no regard for the person who yielded it. “Have you considered the adventurers guild? For their members they have some fine weapons, I’m sure a lava katana would do the job just fine.” Sebastian stands up, looking down on her with irritation written al over his face. “You know the galaxy sword is way more powerful than that. I expected a bit more from the women who fought serpents and shadow brutes alike. But I should have know, your feathers and fruit loving poet has made you soft.” Daya shoots up, almost matching Sebastian in height. “Listen to me very carefully.” She hisses. “No one took my bravery away. I chose love over a life of danger, but I can still fight. And if you want us to find Abigail you should try to work with me instead of pissing me off.” “Us?” “Yes us, we’ll get you a weapon and I”ll have your back for Abigails sake. But keep the attitude to yourself please.” His eyes darken but at the same time there is that slow smile again. “I’m sorry, your help is more than welcome.” “Thank you.” 

They set up a practice for the next morning, and as they both leave the wizard tower and walk into a different direction they are both wondering about the adventure thats ahead of them. 

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“Brew” - TGG SVTFOE Fanfic Collection Ch. 6

Writing: @ngame989​

Art: @toxicpsychox​

Editing: @toxicpsychox​, @seddm​, an IRL friend

Alternate fic links - FFnet, AO3

Summary: After close to a year on Earthni, Tom's been dragged back into the princely life, and it's a lot less exciting than he'd expected. With Star and Marco away on urgent business, can Janna help him turn a boring errand into a fun adventure?

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This one’s a nice change of pace from the last two chapters, I think. TGG’s still a Starco-focused work, expect these to be the exception not the norm, but I think it’s important to strike a balance. See below for the text, hope you enjoy!

“No results.” Huh? Three eyes narrowed at the screen in frustration. Maybe a different search term? “No results.” Alright Tom, no big deal, man. Maybe you just spelled something wrong. Annnnnd… there. “No results.” How could there be nothing?

Tom leaned back in the chair and sighed, exercising restraint over the little anger demons inside him as he’d trained himself to do. In the past he’d needed a physical bunny to pet if he wanted even a hope of keeping his cool, but at this point suppressing the urge was such reflex that most would think he just had a regular Mewman quick temper and nothing more in all but the most extreme of conditions, but he was getting pretty close to that point now. Grandpa Relicor’s study had everything, or so he thought, but this was the first time he could ever remember being here where it come up short. He’d checked every shelf, everything he could think in the computer, had even fireblasted a few of the shelves just to see if there were any hidden switches or anything. Even Relicor had been at a loss and had been screeching in distress on the floor for long enough that Tom’s brain had graciously tuned it out. What could be so important about this book his mom needed? He hadn’t even had time to change his casual graphic tee from a cartoon he liked, simply tossing his maroon jacket over it before heading out at his mother’s behest. He wasn’t one to say no to her, but it had been hours since he’d shown up here and he was no closer to figuring this out than he had been this morning.

Suddenly his phone buzzed, displaying the familiar beaming face of his ex-girlfriend close up to the camera. A toothy grin erupted as he picked it up, holding the phone up for a video feed. “Heya, Starship.”

“Hey, Tom!” Star beamed into the camera. “How’s it hanging? Long time no see. So,” she rambled out in one breath, “I may have a teensie weensie wittle problem.” She backed up to reveal her hair in complete disarray, sans horns, and black marks all over her light blue dress. Before Tom could even ask the question, her other hand held up charred fragments of her headband. “Someone still hasn’t learned how to use an Earth oven properly!” she forced out through gritted teeth.

“Look, gurl, I said I was like, so sorry! All the Cloud Kingdom kitchens are powered by glitter and horn blasts, like that’s just how ovens are supposed to be, that is all I am saying here,” Ponyhead’s indignant voice chimed in from behind, punctuated by a snort.

“Anyway, we just finished putting out the fires and I need a new headband and their website says they’re almost out of stock and I’ve wanted to show Marco around the Underworld for a while and- wait, is that screeching in the background? Where are you?”

Tom shuffled away from the elder demon still writhing on the floor and cleared his throat. “Just in Grandpa’s study trying to find something for my mom, she really wants it today. I don’t know if I can go- but I can still send the carriage for you guys, if you want.”

“Do you need help with that?” Marco inquired as he peeked his head into the frame, casually wrapping an arm around Star.

“Naaaah, no big deal,” Tom shrugged. “You two should go, though! I can just fly over whenever I finish this.”

Star and Marco looked at each other hesitantly. “Alright,” she said. “Carriage to our house in maybe five minutes?” A fire alarm went off behind her followed by a scream from Ponyhead and an even girlier one from Marco. “Maybe ten,” Star sighed, burying her face in her free hand.

“You got it,” Tom chuckled.

“OK, bye!” Star said with relief before hanging up. He rolled his shoulders from inside his jacket and ran his hands through his hair before stepping into the main foyer, taking advantage of the space to summon the carriage and its horses, the incantations coming effortlessly to him. Demons had been fortunate enough to retain their powers on Earthni, but the location underground and the relative lack of portaling methods available left them even more isolated than previously. While most of the other kingdoms had dissolved or integrated into a loose coalition of government covering all of the Echo Creek area, the Underworld had been content to stay completely under the banner of Lord and Lady Lucitor, and Tom found himself pitching in more and more in his role as Prince. In truth, he would have appreciated the company his friends were offering, but he knew how much it had meant to Star to be able to give this life up, and he didn’t want to drag her - either of them, really, considering Marco had earned an official title on Mewni himself - back into the boring thick of regal errands. Was Prince Thomas Draconius Lucitor really going to let some stuffy old book collection get the best of him? Hah, as if.

With a flick of his wrist, the half-demon shuttled the carriage to the surface in a pillar of flame, barely looking and instead pulling out his new phone. He was still getting the hang of the new and improved Reflectacorp’s Earth tech integration, but he’d at least learned how to open yesterday’s text conversation thread from its new message notification.

Janna: anti-gravity potion attempt 4 failed. affected bottle glass itself and launched into sky. note to self: work under roof. star and marco’s suggestions didnt work either. not all bad though, it went towards cloud kingdom lol

Tom: careful, don’t hit pony’s ego and make it fly even higher ·;) btw pony + starco are going shopping in underworld soon. im stuck working for mom though.

Janna: stores r lame. even in underworld. and srsly dude u gotta stop using starfans dumb name for them. otoh it bugs them so actually nvm go 4 it

Tom: it was mine first >·:( it saves letters when they’re together!

Janna: which is always

Tom: exactly. speaking of which, they’re here ttyl

Star stepped out of the carriage in a nice white polka dotted green dress, quickly followed by Marco, the pair’s fingers remaining intertwined until they gave him a hello hug, and Tom honestly wasn’t sure they’d stopped holding hands even then. Ponyhead burst out a moment later with her phone floating in front of her pointed at herself, and she was in the middle of a monologue to no one in particular.

“-so yeah anyway as you all can see we have now arrived in the Underwoooorld. So yeah this is, like, basically the best place on all of Earthni to go shopping as I’ll be showing you today. Oh yeah, I guess some demon boys live here too. Oh my goodness, say hello you guuuys,” she rolled her eyes as she butted in between Star and Tom, side-eyeing him for a split second before grinning back into the camera. After all this time Pony still hadn’t dropped the passive aggression over his and Star’s messy history; Tom had to admit it was a bit understandable, but did she really have to keep it up in such an annoying way? He rolled his eyes - it was Ponyhead he was thinking about here. “OK, the Ponyhead Experience will be taking a short break. Tune back in soon! Love y’all, buhbye!” She snapped the phone shut and caught it with her tongue. “Ugh, why do all of my vlogs with you dorks get like ten times as many viewers? Tom, you were in the shot for like three seconds and do you know what happened? 2000 more people tuned in! What the heck! It’s like, just because I have one less horn and one less eye I’m not exciting to you? But I can’t stay mad at my adooooring fans.”

“Must be the Lucitor charm.” He flashed a toothy smile and a pair of finger guns at her, accidentally flinging his phone across the room in the process. “Totally planned,” he blurted out with a much less authentic grin. Marco chuckled and picked it up, handing it back and patting him mock-sympathetically on the shoulder while holding back a smirk.

Star giggled but tapped her foot impatiently, looking around the room nervously. “OK, great catching up, but on the way here I checked the website and the headband shop is almost out of stock! We have to go, now! Let’s move it, people! Tom, can we borrow the carriage for the day?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Fine by me.”

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou, you’re the best!”

“You sure you don’t need anything?” Marco inquired again.

“You heard the girl, Marco, my audience wants to see us get our shop on!”

Tom blew a raspberry, pushing them towards the carriage. “Relax, it’s nothing. I’m practically done already! Tooootally almost done!”

Marco finally relented, nodding his assent. Star was bouncing up and down so much that she looked ready to launch around the room. He giggled as she wrapped both her arms around his middle and kissed his cheek before hauling him the rest of the way into the carriage. “C’mon boo, mama needs a new pair of horns. Plus we can get whatever you need, too! I saw a few things in the catalog that would look preeeetty good on you,” she sing-songed, walking two fingers up his chest to boop his nose after they plopped down onto the seat together. Ponyhead mimed vomiting at Tom, who silently laughed in response; they were so engrossed with each other that Tom was fairly certain they wouldn’t have noticed even if he’d shouted his laughter, though. He blankly stared at the spot the carriage had been for a few seconds after it exited in a blaze.

“Pretty gross, right?” Tom started and launched a fireball in the direction of the voice, hovering away from the intruder. A split second after, his vision caught up with his instincts and saw Janna in her usual green shirt and beanie and yellow skirt, sans jacket, nonchalantly sidestep the flame. “You do the same thing every time, you really need to work on that,” she chided with her arms crossed and a devious smirk on her face.

He rubbed his temple and gestured at her in sullen disbelief. “How did you-”

“Roof of the carriage.”

“Huh.” An eyebrow up in surprise, studying her expression. “You never usually, you know, answer that.”

She shrugged, kicking a boot into the hard stone floor. “Whatever, guess I’m just bored. Besides, half the reason I do that is to get a rise out of Marco,” she slyly snickered, and Tom couldn’t help but join in. “Alright, demon boy, what adventure are we going on today?”

Tom crossed his arms apprehensively. “Just trying to find a book for my mom, not really much of an adventure.”

“Like I said, dude, I’m bored and shopping is dumb. I don’t mind hanging out here for a study session or whatever, your family’s got great taste in decor.” She picked a skull off the ground and tossed it back and forth between her hands. He grinned back at her, grateful for the company. “So what kind of creepy curses are in this book?”

The pair started walking back into the study as their conversation continued. “Don’t think there are any. It’s called ‘Historia Homewnum’, according to my mom, so it’s probably a history book but that’s all I know.”

“Darn. Demon history’s bound to be pretty cool, though.”

“You’d be surprised how little actually happens down here, it’s just a lot of maintenance. Last month the most important thing I did was a ribbon-cutting ceremony at a new boba cornshake shop, it’s really caught on here since the Cleaving. But man is it good! Marco was right, the little pearls are just so tasty, I like the creamed corn version best.”

“What is it with you and corn, seriously...” Janna shuddered.

“Don’t knock it ‘till you try it.” He knew he’d gotten distracted thinking about the delicious creamy beverage, but that didn’t seem like an adequate reason to look so horrified, especially coming from Janna. Not able to figure out any other reason she might be disgusted by his comments, he got his thoughts back on track. “Really don’t know why she wants this thing so much. Anyway, I already checked the entire study for it, and the search archives don’t have anything either. Oh well, what can you do, might as well just give up and-”

“Found something,” Janna piped up, somehow already in the computer chair with her feet on the desk.

“Really? How?” he asked incredulously, throwing his hands in the air for emphasis.

“OK, I didn’t actually find the book, but maybe we should check this place out.” He leaned into the screen to see a Mewgle search for ‘how to find weird book in underworld’ on the screen.

“I already tried that, Janna!”

“Yeah, but your antivirus was blocking this link to some place called the ‘Librarinth’.”

Tom slammed his palm into his forehead. “Of course, the Librarinth! How could I not think to look there, that’s where all the oldest books are. Why was it getting blocked?”

She clicked on the link and both recoiled at the sight: an abhorrent patterned background with almost unreadable randomly colored text and low quality cartoon images scattered all around the page. “Yeah, it’s awful,” she said in response to his obvious horror. “Seriously, whoever must made this website must be, like, a thousand years old.”

“Probably , yeah, but why does that have anything to do with-” His eyes widened in realization as he clapped his hands together in contemplation. “Right, humans and their lifespans. Go on.”

“Look.”

She scrolled past the despondent, blurry faces of demons of all shapes and sizes in the staff section until she arrived at the catalog, folding her arms triumphantly. Tom excitedly butted in, typing into the search box and being greeted with a loading wheel. “Uh, Janna? It’s not working.”

“Pfft, yeah, I might actually be dead by the time the search finishes. But that doesn’t matter because they have our book. It’s the header image for the whole catalog.” He squinted and brought his face closer to the monitor, and to his surprise the title was clear as day on the cover of the book, although all the other information was too difficult to make out. “Alright, let’s go. Main page says the Librarinth is on Floor 216.”

With a snap of his fingers, the demon elevator was summoned into a bookshelf much as it had been the day they had dealt with the Blood Moon. Relicor’s shrieking, which had slowed to a whimper since they’d left, resumed in full; fortunately they began descending, which quickly put them out of earshot. Tom awkwardly stretched his arms, unsure what exactly to say. She was his friend, yes, but he was never the best at small talk, and Janna being Janna didn’t make that any easier. After long, messy years of broken hearts and misguided feelings, he finally felt comfortable forging friendships, but even though they got along quite well there was something about Janna that made that vibe a lot less effortless than with Marco or even Star. Thoughts of his other friends reminded him of something. “Uh, by the way… how did you even know about the carriage earlier?”

“A girl’s gotta keep some secrets.”

“Pony was posting about it every 15 seconds,” he guessed, calling Janna’s bluff.

“Touché. Every 10, though,” she coolly responded. “Ha, now she’s just flipping out because Star and Marco have way more likes than her selfies.”

“Figured you’d have him bugged or something,” Tom chuckled as he scooted over to get a look at Janna’s screen, and sure enough there was a picture collage of Star sitting in Marco’s lap with tens of thousands of likes and comments already. They were laughing their butts off at themselves in a mirror in front of them with novelty sunglasses, fake mustaches, goofy props, and even a few absurd full-body costumes; Ponyhead joined the fun for a few but just as often butt in trying to take over the mirror by herself.

“Ew, no, I disabled it all months ago. Boyfriend Tom was already too cutesy for me, and you two just had a little flirty fling. Do you think I’d really want to see or hear whatever Star and Marco have going on? They’re, like, deeply in love, or whatever, and it’s gotten even worse in the last few weeks.”

He murmured in tacit agreement. Now that he thought about it, they had seemed even more affectionate than usual, but he wasn’t too keen on uncovering why that might be. The ding of the elevator saved him from any further speculation, and he and Janna stepped out of the elevator into the lobby, which was empty with cobwebs coating most of the weathered stone walls. Janna looked at him with a quizzical expression. “Anyway, so the Librarinth is basically a combination of a library and a labyrinth-”

“Right, I got that,” she curtly retorted.

“The legends say that some ancient librarian demons wanted to challenge any who sought knowledge, so they hid all the books in a giant maze that only the worthy could navigate. But everyone who made it still decided to organize it thoroughly for some reason, and you still had to check out the books and bring them back and all that.”

She ran a finger over the dust on the front counter, and the surface of the desk sizzled in response, causing her to pull her hand back before poking the bubbles that formed with a curious smile. “So why is it completely empty?”

Tom rubbed the back of his neck. “Weeeeeeell, after a few people went missing or insane, everyone realized it really wasn’t a great way to, you know, run a library. Grandpa actually started collecting books to try and get them away from this place. No one really knows what goes on in there, but as far as I know it’s still maintained even though no one uses it. The kingdom stopped staffing the lobby but they could never just shut it down because anyone who tried, well-”

“Went missing or insane. Sounds cool, I’m in.”

“You sure?”

“Dude, you brought me to a wicked hell maze filled with psychotic demon nerds. Maybe there’ll be bottomless pits or a wicked dungeon boss. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re flirting with me, Mr. Lucitor,” she purred, running a finger up his chest and flicking his nose.

“Haha, very funny. And it’s Prince Lucitor,” he sarcastically chided, poking her arm in response before crossing the room with her following, but he couldn’t help but hide that he was flustered. Seeing Star and Marco’s relationship in the past year had reinforced his already-firm convictions about romance: he wanted someone with whom he could be life partners in all ways, not just handholding and rooftop picnics. Otherwise, what would be the point? He’d made that mistake enough times, and even just a light jab at the notion of him casually flirting struck made him feel self-conscious about that past. Finally his reflection was halted when he found what he sought: a large wrought iron door furnished with ornate demonic symbols and various carvings of mythological creatures dwarfed them both. With a soft, steady flame for light, he brought his hand up and ran it over the rusty engravings. He jumped back with a gasp as the fire spread into the lines of the door, lighting up the patterns on it and causing it to creak as it slowly opened.

“Nice,” Janna muttered in awe before strolling inside, with Tom hesitantly following. She was the most eager of their little group to dive headfirst into the unknown, even more than Star most of the time, but he trusted her gut.

They started walking down the long, cramped hallways, hearing only the sound of their own footsteps on the cold floor. Janna peeked her head into a small doorway that appeared to their left, earning herself an explosive blast to the face and getting knocked onto her butt. Tom slammed the door shut and leaned in to read an inscription next to it. “Incinerator for any books too damaged or damaging for further use. Probably not the right place.”

Janna huffed, brushing herself off and finding scraps of paper among the char. “I can see that. Seriously, what kind of labyrinth labels its doors?”

“Maybe one run by book nerds,” Tom offered, gripping her hand to help her up.

“So it’s just as bad at being a labyrinth as it is a library. Neat. Great adventure.”

Tom pressed on, keeping his focus ahead of them. “Hey, I’m just here to help my mom. You’re the one that said you were fine with anything.”

“Fine, fine. Just saying, I could be working on my potions or something.” She pulled a glass bottle full of purple liquid from her skirt pocket and casually tossed it at a wall. Janna snickered at Tom’s yelp when it shattered, but found herself joining him in backing away when a chunk of stone quickly deteriorated and slammed into the ground at incredible speed. She went over and carefully kicked a pebble, finding it impossible to even budge. “See, this was just a stupid pro-gravity potion. Worthless.”

He leaned against the stable wall opposite the hole, sighing. “I’m sure there has to be something interesting here. What if we, I dunno, make it a competition or something?” His frustration with both the situation and Janna were there, yes, but he still wanted to try and get something fun out of the day.

“Go on,” Janna said, eyes flickering up from the bottle that she was tossing between her hands nonchalantly.

OK, maybe he should have thought further ahead. His arms flailed as he scrambled to come up with an idea. “OK, so, uh, whoever finds the weirdest thing in this place in the next hour wins. Just call them out if you think you found something. Or whoever finds the book, whichever comes first, yeah. Mom still needs it.”

“Momma’s boy. I respect that. You’re on, Tom.” Janna cocked an eyebrow, staring at him for a second before pushing off the wall into a sprint, opening the first door she could find. “Empty. Another empty. Three empties, dammit.”

Tom used his flight to travel more smoothly from door to door on his side of the corridor, but still found himself losing ground as he took the time to read the sign posted by each threshold. The ‘Demonic Studies’ room had a very ornately ghoulish aesthetic, with macabre skeletal models throughout. Definitely something to show Janna on the way out just for the aesthetic, and it’d have been weird for most humans, but it wasn’t any more abnormal than what the two of them were used to as a daily routine. Another room for astronomy had an exquisite planetarium dome, but it turned out to be rather useless as the Underworld did not, in fact, contain any stars since it was underground. There was, however, a plentiful selection of guides to stalactites stocked on the shelves. The next four whole sections were devoted to anger management self-help books, which only made him waste precious seconds cringing at old memories.

His pace picked up as he kept going from door to door finding nothing but normal library fare, although he had to admit it was certainly well-maintained. On any other day he might actually enjoy some of the things here, but today he was on a mission to get out of here so they could actually have fun elsewhere.

‘Bookworms’... now that had potential. What sorts of hybrid creatures could lurk behind the inches of wood? “I think I might have found something!” he shouted, throwing open the door only to receive a harsh shushing. Within were only elderly demons in cozy sweaters reading by candlelight, all now glaring at him with an intensity that reminded him of his mom’s own rare reprimands. “Never mind,” he loud-whispered back out into the hall as he gently closed the door and found Janna in a nearby corridor. “Ugh, why is there nothing interesting here?” Sparks trailed behind him from his mounting anger as he paced.

“Tell me about it, even ‘Wormbooks’ was just a bunch of regular novels, somehow,” she sighed. “I was hoping for a big long chain of open books slithering around on the ground, now there’s a party.” She slumped down against the wall next to the streak of flame he’d left on the ground, idly stamping it out with her boot until Tom sat down beside her.

“Wouldn’t a wormbook be the opposite? A big fat worm in the shape of a book?”

“Nah, it’d totally be a book made of a bunch of little flatworms all working together, duh. Still pretty lame.”

OK, now he knew something was up with her. “Janna, is- is something wrong?”

Her body slouched further down until she was almost horizontal on the cold floor, staring ahead of her like a zombie. “Being weird has just felt so pointless lately. Everything’s weird now, all the time! I’m wasting all my time trying to brew potions when there’s a shop that sells them on every corner. I got so bored that I even passed that same dumb test Marco did and now I’m done with high school, like, for real this time.”

“Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself, that’s pretty impressive.”

“It’s easy if you know who to blackmail.” Tom blinked a few times, not sure why he’d expected anything different. “Everyone else is moving on with their lives, but I’m still feeding the same old possums and picking up the same old tennis balls. The whole point of my routine is that it’s different, it’s me, it’s my Jannanigans or whatever Star calls it, but it’s just not the same. I’m still into all that stuff, and Earthni’s actually really cool, but… ugh.” With that, her head fully sunk to the ground.

Tom brought his palms together over her head, opening and shutting his hands while wiggling his fingers around. “It’s a wormbook,” he said hesitantly, not really sure what he was doing. It was silly amusement, but perhaps that was just what she needed right now. Janna frowned and rolled her eyes, so he snapped at her arm with his hand puppet wormbook a few times.

“Alright, I get it,” she barked out, but her sullen demeanor slowly cracked under the onslaught of frivolity as she sat back up with an unusually ponderous look at him.

“Remember that time you took me bootsledding?” She nodded. “You told me that I needed to find a life outside of Star, and- and it was really great advice. Didn’t mean I still couldn’t like spending time with Star or anything, heck, I still do! But I just needed to get out of that rut of depending on it. Maybe you just need to do that, too. If doing your weirdness by yourself is normal, then adding something normal might be kinda weird.”

“That’s it.” Janna leapt to her feet, looking very suddenly invigorated. “That’s it!”

“Well, uh, glad you liked it. It was nothing, really, just trying to be a good pal-”

“Yeah, yeah, that too,” she waved dismissively, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit scorned. “If weird is normal then normal is weird. We were looking for the craziest things we could find here, but everything that should have been weird was normal, so we should be looking for the most painfully boring room here!” All three of Tom’s eyes blinked a few times as her words sunk in. Could it be…? “Tom, over here!” He hustled over to a particularly plain wooden door. Janna pointed at the plaque on the wall, which was far more faded than the others had been. “Look. ‘Government Records’.”

A burst of energy coursed through Tom’s blood, sparking life in him once more, and he could see the same reflected in Janna’s determined brown eyes. “And the book Mom wanted has something to do with history. Maybe it’s political history! Janna, you might be a genius!”

“Pfft, ‘might’. Now we just gotta…” She grabbed his arm, aiming it at the door, and he looked at her incredulously. “C’mon, dude, who knows what’s behind there. We’re gonna bust in with a demon blast, duh. Pew-pew!”

He rolled his eyes, but the corner of his lip turning up in a begrudging smile gave away his agreement. The pair aimed at the door and blew it off its hinges before charging in through the smoke.

“I see you two have finally solved the grand riddle of the Librarinth!” A deep, booming voice greeted them from the smoke. “Janna Ordonia, Thomas Lucitor, you certainly took your time. I expected you to book it here much more quickly. No matter, for this room shall be your tome!”

“How do you know my-” Janna stammered.

“Uh, don’t you mean tomb-” Tom started at the same time before realizing the wordplay and groaning in misery. Wait a second… Epic threats, an obvious personality quirk…

“Dungeon boss!” the teens cheered together, glancing back and forth between each other and the remainder of the room in front of them obscured by shadow.

“It is I, the bookkeeper of this place. I guard the most sacred treasure of all… knowledge!” Paper rustled loudly, echoed throughout the cavernous space, far taller and wider than Tom had noticed when they first entered with a massive array of bookshelves many times taller than him in a single row near the back wall. The ground beneath them began to shake and Tom tossed a puff of light in front of him, exposing the wide chasm that had just opened up in the ground, swallowing all the shelving in the room. Neither were prepared for the sight that greeted them: a coiled mass unfurled from the abyss and slithering with purpose along the ground, finally raising itself up to stand at fifteen feet tall, swaying back and forth with enough force to create an artificial wind within the space. A closer look showed that the body was made of some peculiar segments of… books, of all shapes and sizes. The volume at the top of the chain was much larger and far more ornately embossed than the others, and on the blood red surface of the cover Tom could make out a set of eyes. As the picture became more and more clear, he could finally see what they were up against. Now THIS is a bookworm.

“Aren’t libraries supposed to be, like, public and free?” Janna blithely inquired.

“You are correct, child, but perhaps try reporting that to your friend there! The Lucitor family is the sworn enemy of this great Librarinth! That fiend Relicor pilfered our collection for his own use for millennia, and the rest tried to shut this place down for good. But worst of all, in the most egregious display of contempt I have witnessed since the dawn of writing itself… Prince Lucitor and his ilk have amassed twenty-six dollars in unpaid fees!”

The tension in the room nearly evaporated in a heartbeat as Tom and Janna paused momentarily before bursting out into raucous laughter.

“Seriously, dude? I could just, like, repay it.” He fumbled in his pockets for his wallet for a moment before being interrupted once more.

“Do not condescend to me, children! It is far too late to make up for these sins with mere currency. Revenge is my fee most overdue, now prepare to meet… Overdoom! I shall harness the power of the written word to spell your demise!”

Books were hurled from the depths of the crevice en masse. Tom stepped in front of Janna to blast them away, but they had taken on a life of their own and homed in on him, covers flapping in the air like wings. Behind Tom, Janna snatched one out of the air to thwart a flank attack. She grabbed his left arm and pointed it up, tapping his elbow frantically. He spared a glance and saw the paper tornado coalescing, and understood her intention. Demon flames surged out of both hands with Janna calling the shots for the left side and Tom focusing on his right. They used the opportunity to back up to a wall, letting them cover every attack vector but creating a stalemate they were sure to lose in time as the seemingly endless offense droned on. Overdoom for the time being simply floated out of the abyss, glaring harshly at them as more and more papers kept emerging.

“Wait, Tom, look…” Still using his hand, she pointed to a shelf that had fallen at an odd angle and hadn’t collapsed into the abyss. There was a large, torn-up poster on which he could barely make out the word “Historia”.

“That might be it,” he breathed out, starting to feel the burn from minutes of nonstop vigilant defensive demon blasts. Oddly, none of the books in that corner were joining the assault. Almost as if...

“It’s making them magical in the chasm.” Tom’s heart leapt up in his chest at the revelation, hope and adrenaline mixing in his veins to keep him fully alert. But charging in was a suicide mission and they clearly couldn’t win on raw firepower.

“Have you had enough? Are you children yet ready to come scrawling on your hands and knees to a-tome for the sins of your forefathers?” the imposing figure growled, bristling impatiently.

“Did it seriously just use the tome pun again?” Janna griped, running her hands past her eyes and down her cheeks in disgust. “For a word nerd, that’s just awful.”

“Yeah…” Tom absent-mindedly responded. He knew she was right, though. Book, tome, scrawl… even if the creature’s summoning powers were off the charts, and it wielded them with calculated ease, its cocky wordplay taunts left something to be desired. It struck him then: what if they’d been approaching this all wrong? If the battle couldn’t be won by blows, then they had to find another option, and Tom was ready to put his plan into action.

He quickly shook off Janna’s rather tight grip on his arm and stepped forward, mustering up a confident expression masking any fears he still had left. “Nice try, Overdoom. Your words aren’t scaring us. Learn to read the room!”

Its “body” immediately began wiggling violently in the air as it crawled a bit forward towards them. Tom paid careful attention to its back end, which had climbed a few feet out of the ground in the move. “How dare you! Petulant brats!” Literary fire and brimstone rained down upon them with more fury than ever, and the two backed up into a corner which was the best they could do in a room largely devoid of any cover.

“What the hell-” Janna whispered through gritted teeth. Tom wriggled his tail out and waved it in front of Janna’s face momentarily. “Now is not the time to-” She was cut off when a barrage of index cards launched at them with enough force to somehow chip the stone behind them on impact. Tom forcefully nodded his head towards the worm’s tail, waggling his own once again. Her eyes lit up much like his had and she nodded in understanding.

“Come on, is that the best you got? I’ve heard them all before, at least give us something novel!”

Janna stood beside him, and her grimace even managed to spook Tom a bit. “I’d alphabet you couldn’t do better even if you tried!” Not what he would’ve gone with, but hey, if it helped tick Overdoom off then who was he to say no?

“You can talk up a storm all you want, but no matter what volume of air you blow, all I feel is a not-so-rough draft!”

“ENOUGH!” Overdoom’s tail launched out of the chasm faster than either could follow, crossing the room in a heartbeat. Tom shoved Janna out of the way before it wrapped itself around him, dragging him much more slowly towards the abyss. His jacket and jeans mercifully protected the paper edges pressing into him, but it was still a painfully tight squeeze that left him gasping for air. His arms were uselessly pinned inside the embrace as he was dragged headfirst, but their hypothesis had been proven correct as all the books around them had dropped to the ground lifeless.

“Tom!” Janna called out. He strained his head to see she’d removed her beanie and had something purple in her hand that she lobbed at that moment. Through the haze of pain he recognized it as another of her potions. The arc was due to miss until he summoned his energy reserves and redirected it with a weak burst of flame from his boot. Though the glass was durable enough to not melt or shatter, the demonic heat changed the potion into a bubbling olive green milliseconds before it contacted a random segment of the behemoth they were fighting. All at once, its hold on Tom and the rest of its body went limp as it began floating lazily into the air before bouncing off the ceiling a few times like a balloon. Janna ran over and helped Tom up as Overdoom screamed inarticulately from many feet above. They traversed the chaotic mess towards the pile they’d spotted previous. After some digging around, he found ‘Historia Homewnum’ miraculously unscathed and protected by a large, sturdy slab of mahogany that had fallen flat on top of it. “I got it!”

“Cool, potion is wearing off. We need to go.” Janna calmly stated. Twin jets of fire erupted from his feet as he swiftly passed the book to Janna and scooped her up in his arms, carrying them across the room towards the door. After setting Janna down, he hesitated for a moment as she stood in the doorway.

“Do you think I should still pay the late fee? I feel kinda bad and-”

“TODAY MAY HAVE BEEN YOUR VICTORY, BUT TOME-ORROW WILL-”

Tom sighed in resignation with a very unimpressed expression. “OK, yeah, never mind.” And with a quick slam of the door, they were both out scot-free. They didn’t stop running until they arrived back at the elevator. Once inside, they slumped down onto the ground as they began the journey back up to the main surface of the Underworld.

“Woo!” Tom was caught off guard by Janna expressing visible joy, and it was immediately infectious. “Now that’s an adventure. Of course, demon fire is what makes the potions work. Makes a lot more sense. Stupid ink smudge, I burned all those lemons for nothing.” He belly laughed, falling over to the floor and clutching his gut as Janna kicked him in the arm.

“Sorry, sorry, couldn’t help it.”

Her foot backed off after one last good hit. “So now you just have to give that book to your mom?”

“Yeah, should only take a minute. Want to come with?”

“Dude, she’s half a story tall and cries lava. I’d be honored. Oh crud, Pony’s current stream title is ‘WHY Y’ALL CARE MORE ABOUT EARTH TURD AND B-FLY THAN ME?!?!’” Janna showed him the notification on her phone. “That can’t be good.”

Tom pulled out his phone and called to see what was up. Pony picked up after only one ring and didn’t even bother with a greeting as she screamed so loudly that he lost hearing for a moment in his right ear. Her voice carried through the elevator car even without being put on speakerphone. “Yo Tom, why do all my Pony Pals just want to watch those two idiots kiss and cuddle? What is up with that? I even gave my fanbase a stupid nickname, they eat that stuff up, so why won’t they looooove meeeeee?” Business as usual with Pony, it seemed. “An-y-way, this whole shopping spree was amaaaazing, I am all kinds of extra fabulous now. B-Fly and Earth Turd took over the stream cuz the viewers, like, wanted a Q&A sesh but I’m only giving them twenty minutes! Hmph!”

“Might as well just make a whole show about them,” Janna chimed in, rolling her eyes a few times for good measure.

“Wait, demon boy, is Janna there? What the heck have you two been getting up to? Don’t tell me you too are getting your freak on too, I could not handle that T.M.I.-”

Yeah, there was nothing more to gain from that conversation. Tom flipped his compact shut, disconnecting the call. Wait, ‘too’? Did she mean- he shuddered involuntarily. You know what, nope, just not going to think about that one.

“So glad I turned off the cameras,” Janna mumbled, curling up into a ball on the floor, clearly not wanting to touch that whole situation either.

He opted to make contact with the other group via Marco instead - why he hadn’t just done that in the first place, he’d never know - and sent a quick text. “Marco wants to get dinner at the Waterfolk Kingdom in, like, an hour and a half. Apparently Star found some earrings she wanted at the last minute, and Pony got arrested for shoplifting three seconds after I hung up.”

Janna cackled in response. “Let’s just meet them there. My jacket got ripped to shreds by the possums last week, might as well get a new one while I’m down here. Been thinking about changing it up. I kinda like that style.” She lifted up his arm and poked at a button on the sleeve of his own.

“Uh, yeah, sure, I can show you where I got it.” He stumbled over his words, still caught off guard by this new normal-person-Janna. The elevator dinged and the teens began their trek through the Lucitor castle in search of the queen. “So, the Librarinth... we’re definitely going back there at some point, right?”

“Totally, bet’s still not over. We should do this more often, you’re not so bad a friend.”

“You too, and yeah, we should.” Looking back on the day, it had honestly been one some of the most fun he’d had in a while, despite almost dying at least once. Tom still wasn’t sure what to make of this friendship brewing between them, but if it meant more days like this to look forward to? Maybe he could get used to that.

#jantom #starco #svtfoe #star vs the forces of evil #tgg svtfoe #fanfic

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nooo pls dont post less!!!!!! i need your cute lil posts about everything 😔🥺 yes cancer sun moon leo!! thats me uwu n i watch football a LOT LOT i love it so much, but its the kind that americans call soccer btw hahaha culture difference ✨ n no its not my bday!! its taeyongs bday!!! but we didnt go for lunch bc of that (or maybe we did 🤔) but my friend n i are quite close so we went for lunch bc of that!!! n also!! no need to be productive? whos that anyway, idk her :p red anon p1 💃

sooo for things i got!! some new converse shoes (black ones), an nct album 🙈 (pulled the bday boy uwuwuwu), handcream, somestickers n some cards bc im almost out of birthday cards to send/give! n yes i stan some other groups!! my faves are day6, red velvet n got7, but theres many more that i like! especially girlgroups hihi, basically day6 got7 and nct21 are the only boys i stan and i like to write but i dont publish it much bc im an insecure potato n theres an about me carrd if you dig p2/3 💃

omg this is becoming such a spam HAHAHAHAHAH ive been on tumblr for years upon years, although this account is on the newer side!! also i remembered i LOVE ITZY SO MUCH theyre definitely also in my faves! i think i also said in my deleted ask that i had been working on a header for a story ill most likely wont write skskskks how do you find motivation/inspiration uwu do you have any plans for today!! -red skirt anon 💃

ima put my response underneath hehe to avoid spamming ppls dash <3

ur so cute bub ily my posts are deadass shit posts but ok <333 excuse me if im being a bit dry hksdhjs im half awake like always hehe and i will be on the lookout for that 😳😳 and hakjd i figured hehe but omfg do u play football? and thats so cute nonetheless!!! i hope u n ur friend had fun hehe taeyong’s spirit appreciates ur hangout dedicated to him <3 and unfortunately i have chores to do and errands to run :cc and OMGGG YAY THOSE R ALL GOOD SPENDS OMG but thats so much money bub?? ru rich 😳😳😳 chenle vibes my dear

hahaha jk ofc but i havent had black converse since my emo phase when i was 11 omg i bet they look so cute on u! i prefer black chuck taylors/hightops hehe wbu bub? also which album did u buy!!! ur blessed by the bday boy himself how adorable 🥺 ooo do u get any specific brand or scent of hand cream? i rly like the tonymoly rose scented ones haha but i ran out :c and i LOVE STICKERS my little sister has a lot and i always steal from her!! she usually uses them in her bujo haha do u use them for fun or on ur art/bujo? and thats so cute omfg stocking up on bday cards is something kinda traditional no one does anymore but thats so cute <333 i admire ur tast ein doing things

omg i dont stan any of those groups besides got7 and unfortunately i havent stanned any gg since sistar disbanded but who r ur biases bub?? ive listened to some day6 but if u have any recs lmkkkk and rv r queens <3 and ive heard about itzy!! i dont know too much about them but theyre all stunning and iconic queens (ive seen ryujin and lia hahaha) 

omg bub ur not an insecure potato,, i would lov to read ur writings and i bet theyre amazing! everyone has room for improvement but dont be shy hehe im sure ur writings would pique everyones interest! and time to go digging thru all my moots again round 2 hhhh 

and its ok hehehe thats pretty cool! ive been on tumblr since like,, 2015 or sum but like i fell out for two yrs and remade in march this yr haha so i feel u and OMG HEADERS i had the most trouble making headers cus i usually find a random pic of them i think is nice and slap on some txt using canva and call it a day!! id love to see ur header!! what do u use to make it?? (++ pls write a story for it i would love to read it 🥺🥺) and honestly idk sometimes inspo randomly hits and my motivation fluctuates!! like rn my wip is flopping cus i dont have any motivation to sit down and write but some of my other stories are spur of the moment writings hahah like better together or jsmr bc i was watching jenos jsmr fails or i fell off my bike and i decided to get inspired while sitting on the couch ahkdhfks so i think its diff for everyone!

and no hehe i dont besides doing stuff online for my fam and /hopefully/ making progress on my wip :c wbu bub???

#hoo boi this was long #sorry bub hope u dont mind #leyna.asks #red skirt anon 💃 #secret admirer💌

[chasethesun18]

50 questions you’ve never been asked

tagged by @goddess-clarke​ 🥰

What is the colour of your hairbrush? purple and black

Name a food you never eat? seafood and red meat

Are you typically too warm or too cold? i used to be too cold all the time and then i went through a time where i was too hot and now im back to somewhere in the middle but mostly cold. my fingers turn blue a lot lolol

What were you doing 45 minutes ago? mm so i just watched the premier of blindspot s5 and it is now dead to me and i will be forgetting this episode happened and not continuing the season. so ive spent the last hour trying to erase the ep from my memory and cheer myself up. its not working so now im answering 50 questions. as one does.

What is your favourite candy bar? oh i don't know. it changes. i really like peanut m&ms and york patties

Have you ever been to a professional sports event?  professional...maybe? i think i’ve possibly been to a pro baseball. im from the south and we dont do pro we only do college. ive been to..idk hundreds on hundreds of those

What is the last thing you said out loud? told my mom i loved her. cause im cute like that.

What is your favourite ice cream? i like vanilla with a lot of toppings. but also coffee and mint chocolate chip 

What was the last thing you had to drink? im drinking cherry vanilla coke zero. yes its 11:42pm. dont judge me.

Do you like your wallet? yeah its cute. its little and red 

What was the last thing you ate? salad with chicken (oo she healthy)

Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? yeah no. i haven't bought new clothes in forever. actually got into an argument with my mom about that today

The last sporting event you watched? BEFORE SPORTS WERE CANCELLED YOU MEAN????? baseball. 

What is your favourite flavour of popcorn? ....popcorn has flavors? idk salt?

Who is the last person you sent a text message to? my sister. about said blindspot premier. she's writing a book and considering killing off one of the characters and i told her i didn't want someone to get to the end of her book and wish she hadn't read it which is how i feel about blindspot rn

Ever go camping? i do, my major is parks and rec so im a ~big outdoors girl~ but im actually more into the historical preservation side of things and i dont really like camping but i have been dragged into it bc of my major

Do you take vitamins? no but i take a shit ton of medication. y'all didnt need to know that srry.

Do you go to church every Sunday? yes. before that got cancelled too. its fine.

Do you have a tan? i do! super proud of it. its the beginning stages

Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? pizza i hate chinese food

Do you drink your soda with a straw? yes

What colour socks do you usually wear? white

Do you ever drive above the speed limit? ....ok does anyone follow the exact speed limit? come on. ive never gotten a ticket tho

What terrifies you? a lot of things. small spaces. bugs. heights but only sometimes. losing a loved one. change. im an anxious person ok

Look to your left, what do you see? a wall (these are entertaining answers im serving yall)

What chore do you hate? vacuuming. GOSH I HATE IT. idk why but it pisses me off every time. i think its cause it makes me sweat and like why should i have to SWEAT from vacuuming? its so loud too i can't listen to music while i do it

What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? g’day mate

What’s your favourite soda? coke zero or dr pepper

Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? drive-thru unless the drive-thru is too long and then it defeats the purpose of going for fast food so i go in

Who’s the last person you talked to? my mom

Favourite cut of beef? i dont eat red meat :P

Last song you listened to? holding on and letting go - ross copperman (tvd forever)

Last book you read? my major is reading heavy and my minor (history) is even more reading heavy. i had a history class this semester where i had to read 6 books in their entirety so that's the last thing i read. i havent read for fun since i started college lol. but i do still read fanfic and that counts

Favourite day of the week? friday. its the anticipation of the weekend without the disappointment of the weekend

Can you say the alphabet backwards? lol no

How do you like your coffee? if i make it myself i like it with creamer and splenda. if i get it out i like sugar free vanilla lattes with nonfat milk (yes im a basic bitch I KNOW. i also take a sip and if it tastes wrong i go ‘um excuse me is this the nOn FaT MiLk’ like im literally that bitch)

Favourite pair of shoes? aesthetically ive got some bomb heels but i havent had the occasion to wear those in a long time

The time you normally go to bed? before all this 11-1. now idk time is just a construct 

The time you normally get up? ..before all this 8/9 depending on what time my class was. now i force myself to get up around 9/10. i dont naturally wake up. if i dont set an alarm i will sleep until 1pm

What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? i like both but i havent seen many sunrises bc i dont wake up. so sunset

How many blankets on your bed? twooo

Describe your kitchen plates: the ones at my parents house are just plain white and the ones in my apartment are plain green. wow im plain.

Do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? so ya girl just turned 21 !!!! and no, im not a big fan. it all tastes like cough syrup. help.

Do you play cards?. my family does sometimes. i think its boring

What colour is your car? dark grey. her name is the black pearl. shes not black tho....

Can you change a tire? no but ive never tried

Your favourite province? ok this question is gonna show my ignorant american side and i dont want it to soooo

Favourite job you’ve ever had? i used to work at this place that did mommy and me music classes. i taught the one that was a drop off class called school skills so it was like k5 for 3-4 yrs old

How did you get your biggest scar? i dont have many scars. i have one above my eye from falling backwards into a rocking chair lol

What did you do today that made someone else happy? i dont know, honestly. i feel like im barely interacting with people. i ran errands with my mom and i think that made her happy...but she was in a bad mood so hard to tell lolol

anyway, this was fun and now im not thinking about that show. crap now im thinking about it. UGH.

tagging: @hpfangirl13 @amazalina @dorisquinn @rebel-belles @vivianelynne20 @modernlifehistorian (i know you're there) @sherlolly-siya @fromiftowhen

#tag game

[florasi]

sorry i wasnt here much today ! i ran a buncha errands and didnt really have a chance to be here to write and then i got some rlly good news ive yet to yell at someone about so ive been internalizing it but henlo i hope everyone is doing well

#・ﾟ 🌸 ❛ ∘ come at me scrublord i’m ripped ┆ ― OOC ∘ ❜ #i dont wanna bother anyone but its... just some cool news #anyway i got hw to do so ill be lurking

[the-great-kookaburra]

Secret Valentines 2018

Happy Valentines day everyone!!!

Disclaimer: I wrote this for the Valentines day secret exchange for @rowanthebalancequeen. The event was hosted by the very nice and awesome @koko-101 I rarely do any writing outside of prompts for school so this probably isn't going to be the best. There is probably going to be a lot of grammatical errors so bear with me and don't utterly destroy me when I mess up. This story is includes some OCs by Rowan Griffinthorn ( https://rowanthebalancequeen.tumblr.com/ ) mostly her wizard, along with some of my own wizards. I'm going to go ahead and ask for forgiveness if I mess up anything about your OCs I promise you I didn't mean too. I will probably start building on my own wizards but I won't tie them to her OCs

Lost Hearts

By: Evilfrenchfrycastle

     Her eyes fluttered open as she rose from her bright and colorful dream to the damp, dark, and drab world that was Ravenwood. Normally it wasn't like this. Usually around Valentines day, its bright and happy with an atmosphere full of love and friendship. On any other day, Rowan Griffinthorn would walk around Bartleby, and shout greetings to her fellow balance wizards and friends as she went from class to class. She would meet up with friends in commons and go fishing or copy answers for homework that would be due next class that she totally forgot about doing. But not today, as she rose to a sitting position on her normal Homework bench along the pond in the commons, she noticed that everyone had a certain mood to them. It wasn't a depressing mood or a sad mood, it was a mood that felt empty. The mood you feel after its been a long time since you lost something you cherished and you think back to all the fun times you had with that person or item. The normal couples that you would see wandering around the commons and olde town, hanging on to each other's words, where distant and distracted. A life wizard that was almost always seen playing with his pet forest beast, is laying on the ground staring up into the sky while his pet is curled up into a ball a few feet away. Everyone felt detached and isolated from each other. Then it hit her. It hit her like a critical from a boss. There is something that is present in everyone's life, humans and animals, and when it's gone it takes the joy out of everything. She realized that love was missing.

    She jumped off her bench and rocketed towards the Headmaster’s house, ignoring her books and papers as they went flying out behind her. She ran up and just as she was about to knock, the door flew open and standing there was the only person that doesn't seem to be affected by the lack of love because of his already unloving personality, Digby Rainbowhammer.

  “She's here Professor Ambrose!”, he belted out as he locked eyes with Rowan. “Can I please go eat lunch now!”

  “Yes, yes you can go eat lunch. Thank you for running errands for me Digby,” He replied in his gnarled but kind voice. “Come on in Rowan, watch your feet this office is due for a cleaning.”

She made her way into the office, dodging piles of books, discarded potion ingredients and rolls of parchment. When she finally reached a chair she  moved some books and random sheets of parchment from it and sat down.

  After she got settled, he asked her “Now tell me what is wrong young wizard?”

She rapidly told him, in hushed nervous tones, what she realized as she was waking up from her nap in the commons and asks him what is her going to to fix it. He gravely stared at his desk and then disappeared into a set of double doors to the right of his desk.

  A few moments later he returned and said to her “It's about time we had a student here realize what is happening, sit down my child, I have a lot to fill you in on.”

  As she settled into her chair, Ambrose poured her a cup of water and began speaking. “A few days ago we got word from Aquila that someone was missing. Someone that seemed minor but is actually very very important in the grand scheme of the spiral. All of my return messages asking for answers did not reach the world or fell on deaf ears and completely ignored. Eventually, all contact with the world was lost, the magical chariot that allowed young wizards like yourself to challenge the gods stopped working. Even Romulus could not contact his home world, that poor cyclops is worried to death about his mother.”

  He cleared his throat and took a sip of his firecat soda. “Eventually we started feeling the effects of this certain person being gone. People stopped enjoying their favorite books or their favorite spells. I talked to some of the professors about it and they agreed that it will pass and surely this will be the last of the effects on us. Oh how naive and wrong we turned out to be. What we were feeling was just the start. Like you experienced in the commons, people starting forgetting how to love each other and other things, and Ravenwood started to feel as if it didnt love. The School and all of wizard city became dull and uncaring. Moolinda Wu tried everything she could to revitalize her plants and the plants around the city but with no success. Professor Drake, Professor Halston, and I tried for days to reach into the spiral and try and find out what was happening.”

  “What we did realize is that in all of the other worlds of the spiral this exact thing is happening. People are losing sight of the ability to love.”

  “Finally after days of no response from Aquila, a message barely got through the chaos and it read “Love has been stolen right from our very noses. Eros Heartshot has been kidnapped on the eve of his most sacred holiday and we must retrieve him or suffer dire consequences!”

Ok so that is the end of the first part, I realized half way through that I created a story that I had no chance of fitting a logical ending in the space of a short and it somehow  still making sense. I have realized that the big explanation probably took too long and kinda drawn out but I had a blast writing this. I really hope you like it! (I realize looking back the next morning its kinda cheesy and a lil rushed tbh)

#i still had fun writing this #wizzy fandom #Wizard101

[the-samster]

Ok so yesterday I wore this shirt right. It says in rainbow writing “Girls Love Girls and Boys”, but I tied it up to where the only words visible were “Girls Love Girls”. Not really a big deal I thought. It was cute and I felt confident in it.

Well the county Ilive in is pretty open and full of some really nice accepting people (most of them are republicans but the cool republicans that aren’t like OMG HOW DARE YOU ISNCUIDBEBW HXUCBBEJSUDBD AAAAAAAAAAAH)). However yesterday I spent the day with my cousin.

The county she lives in is full of rednecks and isn’t the most inclusive county in Georgia. But hey I didn’t really think anything of it and it honestly didnt cross my mind.

She and I had to go run some errands for her mother in law and went grocery shopping and stuff. Well first we went to food depot. Quite literally the moment I stepped in almost everyone, employee and customer alike, stopped what they were doing and stared at us walking in. I thought “hey, maybe I look that cute today that I’m turning heads,” until my cousin pointed out what my shirt said and reminded me what county we were in. I just waved it off and dismissed the idea witha laugh.

After that we left and ran a few more errands. Well turned out we forgot some stuff at food depot so we went back, only for work to halt once more. We ignored it and continued to walk around until one of the employees walked up to us and started talking to us. The conversation went a bit like this.

Him: “Hey you two are back!”

My cousin: “yeah we forgot a few things so we came back.”

Him: “yeah I recognized the…. Uh… Black shirt.” Proceeds to realize we are both wearing black shirts. “I mean the…. Uh…. The uh…. Gay shirt.”

I have never…. NEVER wanted to break down laughing so hard in my life. Instead I let out a small giggle and replied with a yeah I figured I would show some pride today.

Well after food depot we ran into family dollar (not without me almost killing my cousin with my jokes about ruining family values single handedly with my shirt). As we’re walking in two older women are walking out and, me being the person I am, went to hold the door for her. On of the women smiled at me and thanked me but then prpceeded to stop in the doorway, read me shirt, look at me and with a huge smile say “what a sweet lesbian.” Y'all…. I had to hold my laughter until we got in the store and dear god…. I could not breathe y'all. My cousin and I were actually dying from lack of oxygen from laughter.

Needless to say I am going to wear this shirt whenever I come to visit her for the soul purpose of causing more mayhem and funny comments.

I want to make it clear that the only hateful/disrespectful things that happened in this shirt were grown ass men looking at me like a piece of meat which resulted in my cousin almost comitting murder, but I didn’t get any disrespect for showing pride. Everyone else was very kind. There were just some really funny reactions that I felt like sharing.

HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE!

#pride month #pride #gay #lesbian #gay pride #lesbian pride #funny #rainbow #panic! at the disco #girls love girls #girls love girls and boys #honestly ointb is what gave me the need to show pride #i watched the whole last season before we left #oitnb #i feel no shame

[hellotherepaul]

Today was a really good day holy crap 

Ok so like I ran all my errands yesterday, so I decided I would just stay in today. Sides its snowy and I like snow as long as I’m inside, I cant handle cold well. 

So like I got up around 10? And low and behold it was a good mental health day

I started by actually cleaning somewhat which holy crap does that make a world of difference. By clean I mostly mean the kitchen and taking the trash out, my work space/studio/dorm desk is always a cluttered wreck and thats how i like it. And when im not at my desk im in bed so thats pretty messy too

And then I actually wrote a letter to my grandma? like I’m so proud I’ve been trying to get better at letter writing especially since without fail she sends me a long handwritten letter once a week. But I wrote her a letter and put it in the mail box and everything and I cant wait for her to tell me she got it.

Even when I realized that my schedule for this upcoming term is fucked up (i’m signed up for ASL 202 instead of 102) my anxiety didn’t kill me over it? and I was able to logically email the professor and registrar to ask how it can be fixed cause I mean obviously I cant take a class thats 3 terms ahead of where I actually am.

ALSO I made a nice lunch/dinner? I’m trying to be better about cooking, i mean i have to be cause I dropped my meal plan cause i was just living off cup of noodles, i wasnt using the cafeteria. But I made nice ramen, with miso broth veggies and chicken! and it was super yummy. Also when I was trying to figure out what to make I went on pintrest and found a bunch of really yummy things I’m going to have to try.

And I did the dishes? Like I’m so bad at doing them, I tend to let them stack up as long as possible 

Also I was able to do some really awesome art that I’m really happy with, I colored and inked a portrait of Moana that I’m over the moon for, and I got to mess around with oil paints which I haven't done in a while. (cranked out a cool piece thats kinda van gogh like? a la starry night? but it has my own twist on it and I think its cool)

I got to scroll tumblr a healthy amount, not like when i sometimes depression scroll for hours on end 

I watched a documentary on Leonard Nimoy 

Made a yummy mug cake

Skyped with my parents

Texted some friends 

OH and I didnt interact with anyone irl for more than 30 seconds and thats when i dropped the letter in the mail box

Think I’m finally figuring out what makes me happy and what kind of life I like to live even if its not the most exciting or college au like

#personal #happy tag #personal growth #im proud of myself #i was productive did some cool art and had a great day

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Tell me a story about Mollymauk Tealeaf and Lucien the Nonagon

James Joyce

Since we were both talking about agi-gigabyte, here's a story about the man who taught me my first novel.

It was 1997. I was taking a class on a winter day at the University of Virginia's Poetry Center, as I often did. The room was empty except for me and the professor. After the class, Joyce walked in. We shook hands. We talked for a bit. He was a big man, with graying hair and a full beard. He was wearing a grey flannel shirt unbuttoned to the top. He looked like the kind of guy who might have been a professor at UVA in the mid-60s, except for the amazing, monumental prose style he used to tell stories. His was the voice that would appear at the head of any chapter unto itself. And so, he was a famous writer. At this time in my life I had written less than 20 words.

Joyce told me that he had been made an offer by a major publishing house. He would write me a novel, he said, and publish it, and I could make a lot of money. The novel was to be set in space. The protagonist was a guy named Mollymauk Tealeaf. (That was the character name he used.) I was to be a researcher for him. If I could figure out what space was, if I could convince Joyce that my concept of it was a novel worth publishing, I would be rewarded with (probably substantial) royalties. The protagonist was a scientist of enormous smartness and intrigue. I would be his spin doctor. We would claim, together, to be the only people in the world who knew what really was in space.

I was confused. I had never thought about being a researcher before. I was just hired to write, as I had done so many times before. I left the conversation with Joyce even more confused.

A few days later I started messaging Joyce, to see if he had responded to the offer. I wondered how to proceed.

He replied:

at 10 am today there was a plane full of scientists, engineers,astronauts and journalists pull into virginia air force base with hazardous materials consdering to land at millers highway crossing. the pilots thought they could land but had no idea how high the traffic was and they had to call for a loctary flight to fly in low so they could land without crashing. it was tonight. they arrived, headed to a hotel for the night as the highways are clogged with traffic heading into the park from dc but then the lights went out in young gop ltd. it had a truck coming in very slowly. the driver didnt even know what the passenger doors looked like he just panicked because he didnt have any where to put his foot.. The helicopter dropped down into the parking lot, there was a spot on the center divider where they could tuck them in. when the scientists finished getting dressed, the driver doors popped open and out poured a jeep with a smokin hot lady pilot. She ran over to them, went for the cockpit and was able to talk her way past two cops and a security guard to talk to the dude who was waving her around.

I hadn't worked out at all what the hell he was talking about. The drivers were the problem, anyway.

"She was running a bit of a rescue mission," I said. I didn't want to start something, but I was open to any opportunity to advance myself. He told me to call him after work, so I did. It turned out he had a book rec him needed to give to a recipient and I was assigned it as an errand.

"Your library, tree building instinct!" He said approvingly.

When I went to bed that night the rubble in my brain was still there—a giant pile of pencil marks, overlapping like an abstract design. I tried to leave it alone, to focus on any project bigger than the one I was working on. But if it got those pencil marks in my mind out of sheer force of inertia it would have killed me.

#agigabyte #tell me a story #james joyce

[lightyears-domum-blog]

The beginning...1

Ugh, before i start, i just want to put it out there that my friends put me up to this… Normally this is the part of the story where the author says somthing along the lines of “there was a human, they thought they were normal… but they were about to find out the truth.” Typical story opener right? Well I am not an author, and to be honest, I kind of suck a writing. So instead I will just tell you like it is:

Hi, my name is Ash. Just ash. Nothing else. I am 36 years old, I am male, I am gay, I am transgender, I am an Aquarius. I like to draw, and go on adventures. I also love to star gaze and imagine what it would be like to travel to the stars and planets. Normal stuff, nothing special. I am an average guy, working and paying the bills. Trying to scrape out a living on this god forsak-

“Ash what are you doing?”

“Ummm, writing the story you all insist I write?”

“Let me see…” quickly skims over the paper. “What is this?!”

“What? I suck a writing! I told you this!”

Breathes in deeply and sighs. “Alright. Just, hold off until I get back from training the troops and I will help you write it…” I smiled really big when he said this.

“Sweet cookies! Thank you love!” He rolled his eyes at me and waved as he left out tent.

“You are hopeless sometimes leisthar.”

“But you still love me!” I stuck my tongue out at him and he left. well, I guess I have the afternoon off! And I don’t have to write this stupid thing! Hell yeah! Bye!

———

I had thought to start afresh and leave out what Ash had written, but in the end i decided to leave it. it gives you a glimpse into who he is, A quick peek into his personality, so to say. He has two major sides to him; a playful non-stop joking side you only see when he gets to know you well, the other is very reserved, very quiet, and very respectful. And seeing as how he is not taking this task seriously, I will be stepping in to write down the events that have led him, and myself, to this point.

Earth is a rather small planet filled with, according to the ministry, primitive lifeforms known as humans. Humans are considered lesser beings, and are seen as more of a working animal rather than an intelegent species. There is one thing about humans that make them the subject of many scientists studies; their DNA is easy to manipulate. Since it is simple and uncoplex compared to most other beings, they are prime targets for genetic manipulation of all kinds, from all different advanced races in the universe. This, as you may, or may not, have guessed by now, is where Ash’s story comes in.

Ash had been running errands all day, grabbing groceries, toiletries, paying bills. It was his only day off and he was making the most of it. He stopped in the local shoe store to purchase a new pair of sneakers, his old ones were fraying and had large holes. This would not have bothered him so much, were he still living in his old home town. There it was dry and hardly ever rained, so holes in your shoes were not such a big problem.

Here though, here it rained, A LOT. And not just a nice drizzle, no, the heavens seemed to open while the atmosphere collapsed, and the sky would fall to the earth. That kind of rain, huge unavoidable puddles; So new shoes were nessasary. He handed the clerk 45 dollars, took his change and went to his truck to try on his new black and red stripped sneakers.

“Ohhhh!” He said slipping them onto his feet, he threw the old worn pair into the back seat. “These are much nicer! Mmmhmmm! Comfy on my feet!” Wiggling his toes inside them he put the key into the ignition and started the old Chevy. It roared to life with a few protesting squeals from the engine. Ash looked left, then right, before pulling out of the parking spot.

“Drivin’ down the road! Gonna go home and eat some food!” He sang to himself as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the freeway heading back to his apartment. He checked the time, it was only 2:45 in the afternoon. Plenty of time to relax before his sister and her boyfriend came home from work. He had recently moved in with them when he was looking to get out of his old town. His sister had offered for him to move in with her. Not only was it convinent for him, it would help them out with bills and food.

So, Ash packed up his stuff and drove 15 hours to his sisters. It was an interesting change for him, he had lived in his home town his whole life. Sure he had traveled to different places, but never lived anywhere else. It took him quite a while to get used to the new humid climate, the different culture, the lack of his favorite foods. But there was work out here, he did not have to struggle to pay his bills . That, in and of itself, made the new place tolerable for the time being.

Ash drove down the road singing loudly to Steam Powered Girrafe’s newest song ‘I don’t think there’s a name for it.’ his latest song obsession. The cars around him were flying past him going well over the speed limit. He didn’t mind, he was in no hurry to be anywhere today. As he pulled off the freeway and onto the side street that lead to his apartment complex, Ash noticed someone sitting on the side of the road.

They were wrapped up in so many layers you could not even see their face. It looked as though they had 15 different hoodies on, each larger and larger to accomidate the layers underneath. The hoods of all were pulled up over the persons face, shrouding it in darkness. They were also wearing layers and layers of sweat pants, again each increasing in size, white dirty shoes, and thick mittens. They had a shopping cart overflowing with cans, paper, and other scraps of what seemed to be garbage.

The person didnt move a mucile as he drove past them. It was strange to see this in the middle of summer, but ash had seen stranger things in his lifetime, so he paid it no mind. He pulled into the parking lot and parked in his usual spot, four slots down from his door. He saved the front row parking for his sister and her boyfriend. Not because he had to though, he didn’t mind walking 10 extra feet to the front door.

Ash looped his arms through every grocery bag, making him look like a strange bird with heavy wings, and quickly hobbled to the front door before the weight of the food became to much for him. He fumbled with the key until it finally slid home, quickly unlocking the door, he let it hang open, while he rushed to the kitchen to gently drop everything in front of the fridge with a huge sigh.

“Jesus moses! Food is friken heavy sometimes!” He commented to himself as he went back to the door to shut it. Rounding the corner ash nearly jumped out of his skin, simotaniously letting out a shriek. The strange person covered head to toe in layers of clothing was standing in the doorway.

“Holy crap man! You scared the shit out of me!” Ash said laughing nervously, his heart was beating a thousand miles a minute. “Can I help you? Do you need food or water?” He asked, ready to give the person anything they may have needed. The stranger just stood there, not moveing, it didn’t even look like they were breathing.

“Hello?” Ash cautiously moved around to stand in front of the hooded person. “If you don’t need anything then you need to leave.” This caused the head of the person to lift suddenly, Ash flinched at the unexpected motion. He could not see the face under all those layers, but the feeling of the strangers eyes boreing into him was undeniable. Fear ran through ash like lightning, then was quickly followed by hot fury.

“I am dead serious, you need to get the fuck out of my house before I either escort your ass out, or call the cops! Your choice.” He was not quite yelling, but he was speaking loud enough that he was sure the neighbors could hear him if they were home. Still the stranger did not move, they just continued to stare at him from deep within the darkness of the many hoods they wore. Ash had had enough, keeping his eyes on the intruder he walked over to the knife block and grabbed the first thing he felt. It was a small serrated steak knife, good enough to scare anyone out of the house.

The stranger followed his movements, tuning their head slowly. When Ash grabbed the knife and pointed it at them the intruder advanced. They were fast, much faster than Ash had time to process or react to. he only had time to shout 'fuck!’ Before the intruder had the hand with the knife wrenched up behind his back, and the other hand squeezing Ash’s throat so hard tears began to form in his eyes. Dark blotches spread from the edges of his vision as he rapidly lost contiousness. The last thought he had before passing out was 'you have got to be fucking kidding me with this bull shit.’ Then the world went black.

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