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jerry-hornes-foot · 2 years

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steve teasing a needy reader ? 👀

Okay I'm sorry but this ask drove me absutely fucking hog wild feral, like completey fucking insane

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18+ only

Smut

Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: dom/sub; sub!reader; dom!steve; flirting; teasing; begging; offensive language; bondage mention; outdoor sex

A sudden loud swell of music snaps you out of a daydream, making you realise you've barely been paying attention the last 20 minutes. Your eyes refocus on the screen, and you're making a vague attempt to catch up on the dialogue when Steve leans in and whispers in your ear,

"This movie fucking stinks."

You don't really want to admit it as it was you that fought to see this one, but it really is bad. Not even laughably bad, just mind numbingly dull.

"Oh my god it's so bad." You say with a quiet laugh. "Should we just go?"

"Nah we made it this far, didn't we? Besides... there's other things we can do to keep us entertained."

Steve's hand appears on your leg, his fingertips slowly edging their way up your thigh. Your face starts to feel hot as your blood starts rushing.

"Steve!"

"What?" He whispers, feigning innocence as he leans in and starts to kiss your neck.

"We can't!" You protest, trying to ignore the warmth spreading below Steve's rogue fingertips. "Someone might see us."

"Oh, you're right." He says, sitting up and looking around the empty theatre. "I mean it's packed to the rafters in here, I can barely hear you over the roar of the crowd."

"Very funny. What about the guy who was sitting down-"

"Gone." Steve interjects. "He left about a half hour ago."

You take another look around the room. The full theatre is totally empty. The two of you are completely alone, and there's got to be at least 20 minutes or so left before the credits. Unlikely you'd be disturbed."

"Okay then." You whisper, trying your best not to sound too excited.

Steve's hand stops still right at the top of your thigh, it's taking every ounce of willpower you have not to grind into his hand.

"No, no." He says, a smug grin spreading over his face, "You're right, we shouldn't."

His hand lingers, fingertips barely grazing the crotch of your jeans.

"I never said that!"

"Oh yes you did! You said we couldn't and you're absolutely right!" Steve leans in close to you, close enough that your lips just barely brush over his for a second before he whispers, "You'll just have to wait."

You practically run out of the theatre when the credits start to roll, so eager to get Steve home and into bed. If you can even manage to wait that long. The stairs would do just fine. Fuck it, maybe even the front porch. It's dark when you get outside, it seems as though you must be the last customers to leave. The two of you set off towards home but you've barely gone a few steps before Steve turns and steps in front of you,

"Hold on a second." He says, grabbing you by the shoulders and pushing you back into the alley behind the theatre.

He pushes your back up against the wall, his knee slipping between your legs so that you're straddling his thigh. He lifts a hand and cups your face gently, tipping your chin and leaning his mouth in close to yours. Just as your eyes start to close in anticipation of the feeling of his lips touching yours, Steve lifts something into your eyeline. You look over to see he's holding two popcorn kernels between his fingers.

"You spilled some popcorn on your shirt." He says, with a weak attempt to cover the fact that he's laughing, then turns on his heel and begins walking towards the house.

"Hey!" You shout, running after him. "That's not fair!"

"What's not fair?" He teases. "Oh you thought- ? What in a dirty alley behind a movie theatre? I really never thought you were the type."

He turns off suddenly down the path that leads to the trail through the woods.

"Where are you going? We live this way."

Steve turns and looks at you with a knowing smirk.

"Thought you'd want to go the scenic route."

You both know that the so-called "scenic route" through the woods took at least an extra 10 minutes, if you really put your mind to it, but Steve seemed more than happy to take the walk at a more gentle pace. He strolls on ahead of you, drowning out your protests with a chirpy whistle.

It feels as though you've walked miles and you're still not even half way home. You've done this walk a thousand times before, but this is the longest it's ever felt. You can still hear Steve whistling behind you. In an attempt to make your frustrations known you have stormed on ahead, stomping angrily through the leaves to really drive your point home. After a while Steve's footsteps quicken and you feel him grow closer. His arms wrap around you from behind and pull you close, stopping you in your tracks.

"What's made you so grumpy, huh?"

His arms squeeze tightly around your ribcage.

"You know exactly what." You say huffily.

Even without looking you can tell Steve is smiling.

"I haven't the slightest idea what you mean."

As he says that, one of his hands slips down and pushes in between your legs, he tenses his hand making you whine, grinding your hips against him pathetically before he slips his hand away and releases his grip. The second you're free you spin around and grab onto the fabric of his jacket, pushing him up against the nearest tree.

"I can't take it anymore, Harrington, you've got to fuck me."

"We're not even halfway home." He laughs.

"Don't care. I can't wait that long. Fuck me right here. Fling me on the ground and just fuck me, right here, in the mud."

Steve's eyes widen, the smile on his face growing even larger, mouth dropping open slightly in disbelief.

"God you're so desperate."

"Yes, yes I am, alright? I'll do anything, I'll beg you, I don't care I just need to you to touch me, please!"

Steve's back is pressed up against the bark of the tree, with the weight of your body pressed against his. You're trying your best to straddle his knee again, to get some semblance of relief by humping his leg like a horny dog, but he's standing perfectly straight to deny you the satisfaction.

"God you're fucking hot when you're desperate." He says. "I was looking forward to fucking you when we got home but honestly, I think I'd be wasting a good opportunity."

Steve grabs hold of your chin and holds your head firmly in place, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

"Maybe I'll just tie you up, huh, how about that? Jerk myself off while I make you watch, so fucking hungry for me but with nothing you can do about it.

You whine. Its loud and pathetic, you don't even bother to try and hide it.

"Or maybe we could stay out here, wait and see how long it takes you to get on your knees."

"I'll do it, anything you want I'll do it, just please fuck me, touch me, anything!" Your voice is trembling.

Steve releases your face from his grip and you drop to your knees instantly, gripping the fabric of his jeans and staring up at him,

"Please Steve, come on, I'm literally on my knees here begging you, take me right here I'm all yours."

Steve beams. Reaching down, he grabs your hands and pulls you back to your feet. Holding your face in his hands he pulls you close and kisses you. Your hands grab desperately at his body, hungry to pull him closer to you. When he pulls away from you for a moment you feel as though you could scream. The tension wracks your body and makes you feel woozy. Steve stares down into your eyes and smiles again,

"I'm going to fucking ruin you."

#answered #writing request #working on more fics I swear #dom!steve #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #gender neutral reader #stranger things fan ficton #jerryhorneskink

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bey0nd-1he-stars · 2 years

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Valentine flower - Kaz Brekker

𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 1036

Warning: Slightly OOC!Kaz

Summary: Kaz have never celebrated Valentine’s Day, and he doesn’t see the need of doing something big about it. But Y/N, being as sweet as always, makes sure he at least gets something special. Even if it’s not much.

Kaz had never in his life celebrated Valentines day. Not once. He didn’t really see the point. But now, when he had you, maybe, just maybe, he had something to actually cherish. Y/N, with her h/c h/l hair and e/c eyes. Her comforting aura and smiley personality. At first sight, she was the complete opposite to Kaz. But they fit together like puzzle pieces.

Today when Kaz woke up, a cup of steaming hot coffee stood at his bedside table waiting for him. A blanket was thrown over him and pulled up over his shoulders, something he definitely didn’t recall he’d done himself last night. He smiled softly at the sweet gesture. Y/N of course. She always knew what he needed, even when he didn’t even know himself.

Kaz pushed himself up to sit on the edge of the bed and carefully grabbed the cup of coffee. He wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and carefully sipped the hot liquid. It warmed him up from the inside and left him with a comforting feeling of care and love.

When his cup of coffee was empty he pushed himself off the comfort of his bed. The blanket started to fall from his shoulder but he gripped it and adjusted it to lay around his shoulders again. He gripped his cane and the metal was cold against his pale hand. His gloves were still laying on his desk from yesterday and his coat hung over the back of his chair. There, on the desk, stood also a plate with a stack off waffles. He smiled and shook his head softly. They were still hot when he broke a pice off and put it in his mouth as he sat down behind his desk, gathering all the papers that laid spread out all over the work space.

The next hour he spent sorting all the papers, throwing away those he didn’t need and sorting the rest of them up before putting them in his drawers. Every now and then he’d eat a pice of a waffle that he’d broken off some time between the sorting of papers. When the waffles were finished he decided to take a pause in his work, leave the dishes in the kitchen and see what the others were up to.

He grabbed his cane and took the plate and his empty coffee cup and headed down to the ground floor. At a table in the corner sat Matthias and Nina, eating waffles, drinking hot chocolate and laughing together. On the sofa at the big table, Wylan and Jesper laid in each other’s arms. They were talking quietly, stealing kisses and laughing at each other. Inej was out on a job he’d sent her on and Y/N were outside, Kaz had a faint memory of her telling him last night that she was going to the market and to fifth harbour to check how things were going.

As if on cue, Y/N pushed the door open and walked inside. A few delicate snowflakes rested in her hair and on her shoulders. In her hand she held a bag of what he assumed was some snacks or some other groceries. In her hand she also held a completey black rose. The shimmering petals looked soft as velvet and the thorns were still there, making her hold it between her fingertips carefully.

Kaz met her eyes as she began to walk towards him. It felt like the whole world had stopped and it was just the two of them there. But the slat was still alive. No one was batting them an eye. She stopped in front of him, holding out the beautiful flower to him. A dazzling smile made its way to her lips, a smile he thought he might die to earn again. And it hit him then and there how amazingly beautiful she was. With her damp, y/h/c hair that fell over her shoulders and down her back, covering her collarbones and fell down her chest. Her y/e/c eyes were shining in the dull light from the lit candles.

Kaz reached up and carefully took the elegant flower from the grasp. He slowly twisted it between his fingertips, watching as it turned in his hand. Then he looked up and met her mesmerizing eyes, a small, delicate smile was playing on his lips.

“Thank you,” he spoke softly. He wasn’t used to receiving gifts, especially not flowers. She shrugged, like it was a regular occurrence.

“You’re welcome. I saw it on the market and it reminded me of you. You know, your favorite color and all,” she smiled happily and gave a nod towards the rose he still held in his hand between them.

“It’s not my favorite color, but thank you. Really. It was… sweet of you,” he mumbled and she lifted her eyebrows at him.

“Well, what is your favorite color then? If not black, which may I acknowledge, is the color you wear every single day,” she wondered, a challenging smirk playing on her lips. They started to walk towards the stairs together, and Kaz gazed at her for a moment.

“I don’t have one,” he then replied. She rolled her eyes at him but didn’t stop smiling lovingly at him.

“Of course you don’t, why’d I even ask,” she said jokingly. She softly nudged him with her shoulder and he looked down at her, smiling softly. He shook his head at her before turning his gaze forward and starting to climb the stairs. They were quiet until they reached Y/N’s door and they both stopped outside of it for a moment. Y/N pushed the door open and stepped inside, leaving the door open behind her. Kaz watched as she stepped inside and placed her bag from the market on the edge of the bed. She shrugged her coat off and threw it on the bed beside the bag before turning around meeting Kaz’s eyes.

Before she shut the door behind her Kaz spoke up.

“I don’t have a favorite color,” he spoke softly, holding his gaze on the rose in his hand. Then he looked up and met her eyes again,”but I do like the color of your eyes.”

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annabellelupin · 3 years

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Perciver (Percy x Oliver) Headcanons

They first met on the train ride to Hogwarts after Percy tripped over Oliver's luggage that he left out in the aisle

After a short argument, Percy went to find an empty compartment, only to find they were none and didn't have much of a choice but sit with Oliver

He was very annoyed to hear that he was more interested in quidditch than actual studies

"I can't wait until I can try out for the quidditch team next year"

"You know there's a lot more to Hogwarts than just quidditch right?"

When the train arrived at the station, Percy was more than happy to leave the compartment and the "annoying quidditch boy" behind

Unfortunately for him, the hat sorted them both into Gryffindor, meaning he would have to deal with and share a dorm with the obnoxious and impulsive jock for the next 7 years

Most of their first year, they completey ignored each other, finding the other extremely annoying

In their second year, Oliver became the Gryffindor quidditch keeper after he did amazingly at tryouts, which Percy wasn't too happy about

He thought that he wasn't taking anything that wasn't quidditch seriously, and he wasn't exactly wrong

Oliver always seemed to insist on putting off homework to practice quidditch

Percy tried to convince Charlie, the current quidditch captain, to kick him off the team multiple different times

"I agree that he should focus more on his studies, but he's the best Keeper Gryffindor has had in years. I can't just kick him off the team. We need him. Maybe you could just try to help him out a bit, you know, encourage him to study more,"

"He'd never listen. He's a complete moron and doesn't care about anything that isnt quidditch,"

"Well you're a complete moron that doesn't care about anything besides your studies but I'd still help you out if you needed it,"

Percy decided not to go Charlie's suggestion to help Oliver out, thinking that it would be a waste of time and continued with his earlier plan to simply ignore him completely

However, half way through third year Mcgonagall offered Percy a chance at some extra credit, and of course he agreed before she even explained what it was all about

She explained to him that Oliver wasn't doing very well in transfiguration and if he continued doing poorly, he would have to be removed from the quidditch team so he could focus more on his studies and when she had discussed the matter with Charlie, he suggested having Percy tutor him

If it wasn't for the fact that he'd hate to go back on his word and disappoint Mcgonagall, he wouldn't have done it at all

Although he didn't hate the idea of tutoring such a moron much less

He tutored him for the rest of third year, and neither of them were too happy about having to associate with the other as much as they did

Fourth Year, Oliver was appointed quidditch captain by Mcgonagall (and just as Charlie had requested)

Percy continued to try his best to ignore him, although it was becoming harder and harder to do since they had most of the same classes

One night a few weeks before the first Gryffindor quidditch match of the season, he found Oliver alone in the Gryffindor common room with rolls of parchment and quills everywhere

"Finally decided to do a bit of studying?" Percy asked in a mocking tone

"No actually. I'm working on strategies for the quidditch game. Not that you'd understand," Oliver retorted as he took out another roll of parchment from his bag

Percy grabbed one of the pieces of parchment paper and examined it closely

After he took a look at a few others, he quickly realized how well Oliver was at strategizing

"These strategies-"

"Let me guess, are terrible and not as good as your brother's?"

"I was going to say genius,"

Oliver quickly looked up at him to try to see if it seemed like he was lying or not

"You really think so?"

"Of course I do, we both know that if i didn't think they were good I'd just tell you,"

"Thanks" Oliver replied awkwardly

"Might I offer a few suggestions,"

"I don't see why not,"

For the rest of the night, the two boys continued to discuss quidditch strategies for the upcoming game

After that night, they started to talk to each other a lot more, slowly realizing the other wasnt so bad after all

Percy even agreed to tutor him once again, as long as he actually tried to put forth the effort

They quickly became friends and often stayed up late into the night, talking about quidditch and exams and helping each other when ever they needed it

Their fifth year was definitely a bit more complicated than that with Percy being busy with prefect duties and Oliver with quidditch

It seemed as if the less time they spent together, the more they both realised how much they actually liked each other

About half way through fifth year, Percy's good friend, Penelope Clearwater, asked him if he was seeing anyone

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No"

"Perhaps a boyfriend then?"

"Nope"

"Well what about Wood? You two seemed awfully close last year,"

"He's just a friend"

"Mhm sure he is,"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean just friends, don't look at each other the way you two look at each other,"

Percy thought about what Penelope said a lot over the next few days, slowly becoming more and more confused as to how he felt about Oliver

He also kept thinking about how even if he did like him, there was no way Oliver felt the same- or even liked boys for that matter

It seemed like Oliver had a new girlfriend every few weeks, never sticking with one for long

Percy began ignoring him on accident, and Oliver was quick to notice but chose not to say anything, worried that he had done something to cause Percy to be mad at him

The silence continued between the two for the rest of that school year, and wasnt addressed until the beginning of their sixth year

"Percy, we need to talk,"

"About what?"

"Did- did I do something that upset you last year?"

"Of course not. What would make you say that?"

"Well its just that you kept ignoring me is all,"

"I'm really sorry about, I wasn't meaning to its just-" Percy took a deep breath in and decided to be honest with him "It's just that Penelope suggested that I liked you and then i started thinking about it and slowly realized that what she said was true so I accidentally started ignoring you,"

"Wait, you like me?"

"I know it's stupid and that you don't feel the same,"

"What do you mean? I've had a crush on you since fourth year,"

"What?!"

"I thought I had made it so obvious,"

"I- I never realized once. But if you do like me, then why do you keep dating so many different girls?"

"I was trying to make you jealous. I honestly don't even like girls,"

"Wow. I feel so stupid,"

"Me too,"

After that they decided that they wanted to be in a relationship together, but wanted to keep things a secret for the time being

The rest of their sixth year went pretty smoothly, and everything went really well until seventh year

During their seventh year, they weren't able to talk much during the day since both were really busy (Oliver with quidditch and Percy with head boy duties)

They still always tried to make time for each other tho

After losing the match to Hufflepuff, they snuck out of the castle and got some butterbeer and Percy attempted to cheer Oliver up (it did work in the end)

Later on after Gryffindor won the house cup, the two ended up just cuddling and kissing in their dorm room instead of joining the other Gryffindors in the common room party since Percy wasn't fond of all the noise

Once the two left Hogwarts a few weeks later, they both decided to keep in touch by letter and meet up when they could

When the Quidditch world cup was announced, Oliver offered to buy Percy a ticket for the seat next his, but he respectfully declined, already planning to sit with his family

Despite this, they spent a lot of time together while there

Almost immediately after the quidditch match ended, they snuck off together and ended up snogging by a lake not too far from where they were camping

Unfortunately Charlie found them kissing when he went to go look for Percy, and both of them became extremely flustered

"I uhh, we were just, umm, Oliver what were we doing again" Percy stammered, getting redder by the second

"Umm well weren't you just trying my butterbeer chapstick" Oliver replied, not trying to make eye contact with either of them

"Yes of course, and now that I have, I'll just leave" He tried to walk away but Charlie grabbed his arm before he could

"Wait just a minute Perce. I know that you and Oliver are dating,"

"What?? Why didn't you tell me that we were dating Percy?" Oliver lied, trying to act like he had no idea of what's going on

"You're not helping," Percy scolded his boyfriend

"I just saw you snogging him, if you're going to lie to me, at least try to do it well" Charlie mumbled

"I don't mind you two being together, and I promise I won't tell anyone" he added

"Thanks," Percy sighed

"So wait, you're not going to kill me for kissing your little brother?" Oliver asked jokingly

"Of course not" He laughed. "Bill probably would've though,"

"Well I'm just going to go back to camp now. I assume dad's wondering where I am," Percy attempted to walk away again

"One more thing,"

"What is it?"

"I just wanted you know that I think he's a keeper," Charlie laughed loudly

Oliver quickly joined in on the laughter and Percy groaned out of annoyance

I'm just going to leave this off here since its already really long but if you want me to write some more post Hogwarts Perciver hcs or any ship or character hcs, let me know (you can comment on this post if you want me to make more Perciver hcs and tell me through asks or dm for other character hc requests)

#im sorry about how terrible this is but i tried #percy weasley #oliver wood #perciver #harrypotter #harry potter headcanon #harry potter marauders #harry potter fandom #harry potter

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kanaima · 3 years

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List of headcanon I will go down with:

The Jedi Temple is sentient, it is completely alive and also was murdered when Order 66 was issued.

Coruscant people are sure that, after Order 66, the Jedi Temple is haunted (And they are not wrong)

There are many nocturnal species in the Order, and they act almost exactly like their diurnals counterparts. (So, Jedi Order Night Shift).

Jedi children are the most eerie children ever, that kind of kids whom stares at empty spaces and says thing without any logic to most people.

Psychometric Jedi children are on their own league of eerie.

Anyway, they are completey fine between themselves.

Most Jedi are this kind of eerie to, they just manage to keep under control till they are all reunited together in the Temple, then is the Annual Space Wizard Convention of Coruscant.

The Jedi believe that all kind of plants, and even some rocks, are sentient. They do not gift flowers to one another, but pots with alive plants of them.

Actually, flowers bouquets are seem as almost an offense between the Jedi, when they are gifted by someone who is not a Jedi. When they are gifted by a fellow Jedi, then it is clearly an offense.

Revan (not Darth Revan) was Tarre Viszla’s Master.

At some point, Tarre was both, the Manda’lor and the Head of the Jedi Order. This period was very briefly, though.

His full armor was still in the Temple, it was one of the Order’s treasures. Of course, it was complete, except for his lightsaber.

The Miraluka people were also victim of genocide by the Empire, due their natural sense of the Force. Their native planet do not exist anymore.

#there are many more #but they'll be in another post #star wars #sw fandom #swtcw #jedi temple #jedi order #tarre vizsla #revan #miraluka #mandalore #star wars headcanons #order 66 #coruscant

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thekpopcloud · 3 years

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Valentine’s day with Stray Kids

I know valentine’s day passed but i felt like writing this, let me know if you like it!

{Gifs not mine!!}

b a n g c h a n:

this mans goes full out on valentine’s day

all for you

i mean did you guys see the vlive he did?

makes sure to wake up before you and cooks a full breakfast for you to have in bed

“here you go baby! breakfast in bed :)”

treats you like complete royalty

surprises you with a whole bouquet of your favourite flowers

chan has a whole day planned and makes sure his schedule empty

if you get him gifts or anything he’ll m e l t

heart eyes x1000

during the day he’d take you out to all of your favourite places, treating you to whatever you’d like.

in the evening he’d booked a table at your favourite restaurant and ended the night show dancing in your living room

if you’d been together for a while he’d probably pull a cheesy moment and propose

cause he’s bang chan and cheesy is what he does best

l e e m i n h o:

like chan, he surprises you with breakfast in bed

and a bunch of gifts. chocolate, flowers, a classic teddy bear and something he’d seen you eyeing in a shop widow a few days before

and the two of you would opt to spend the day at home with the cats

cuddled up in bed or on the couch with a bunch of chocolate surrounding you

you’d watch a romcom or something of the likes

purely to poke fun at it and take the piss

at some point the two of you would end up dancing around the living room to music playing from his phone

as the sun set you’d be slow dancing

he’d cook a full dinner complete with wine for you to drink

and you’d spend the rest of the evening cuddled up on the couch drinking

s e o c h a n g b i n:

he can’t cook so he’d take you out for breakfast instead

probably somewhere fancy and rather expensive

he’d 100% make you a mixtape of songs he’d written just for you

or songs that reminded him of you

getting gifts from you would make him all giddy and giggly

you’d spend the day out, doing things to two of you enjoyed

museum? aquarium? arcade?

when it got to the evening he treated you to a n expensive dinner in a fancy restaurant

he’d buy you some new fancy clothes, a bouquet of flowers and dress himself up in a suit

h w a n g h y u n j i n:

another boy who’s up for staying indoors on valentine’s day

he’s not opposed to going out and doing stuff like ice skating or visiting a gallery

but at the same time it’s cold outside so he’d love to spend the day at home

he’d buy you a massive box of chocolates and jewellery

a nice necklace or some new rings

hyunjin would definitely buy you a promise ring

he’d also convince you to spend a while dancing around the house

just spend time together on valentine’s day would be enough for him

you’d cook together in the evening (he’d try his hardest) and either succeeded in making a lovely meal

or give up an end up ordering in

h a n j i s u n g:

this man would go all out to express his love for you

he’d attempt to make you pancakes and with a little help from chan he’d succeed

on top of that he’d write you a long love letter to express everything he can’t say out loud

aaaand he’d probably make you a mixtape too because it’s cute

like hyunjin he’d buy you some chocolates and something cute

a little trinket or something

the two do you would probably spend the day relaxing in each other’s company

and order ridiculous amounts of food to spend the evening eating

l e e f e l i x:

he literally becomes your personal chef for the day

and gifts you lovely homemade sweets and foods he knows you like

maybe a plushie and some jewellery too

like chan, he’s awake first and cooks a whole breakfast for the two of you

the two of you would either spend the day in the kitchen cooking for fun

or having a marathon.

if you like video games then you’d spend the day competitively gaming and trying to best each other

and teaming up to completey slash others in games

if not then you have a movie marathon in bed

in evening he takes it upon himself to cook a full course meal of your favourite foods

even sets the table with candles and drinks

then stargazing when it’s dark out and trying to point out constellations

k i m s e u n g m i n:

you can’t tell me this man would not go all out on valentine’s day

probably gets you one of those massive teddy bears and a bouquet of your favourite flowers

you’d make breakfast together and it’d end up in a food fight, the food would never end up getting made so you’d go out.

he treats you like royalty more than usual. holds your bags or jacket, insists that he pays for breakfast and other things

i can see him dressing up and taking you to a museum or a gallery

maybe even a live performance that he knows you’d enjoy

seungmin would take you out to dinner at your favourite place, no matter if it’s expensive.

in the evening you’d also cook together- this time actually managing to cook something lovely

and just spend the evening with a good movie on and each other’s company

y a n g j e o n g i n:

he’d be a slightly nervous boyo on valentine’s day

cause he wants to spend time with you but he’s a little awkward because he’s with such an amazing person (you!)

definitely gets you a bouquet of flowers and a teddy bear, the classics.

on top of that he’d get you a necklace with a charm or your first initial on it

the two of you would probably go to a nice cafe in the morning then spend the day out

shopping, galleries, a movie, something of the sort

he’d be a giddy boy the entire time and you’d probably be giddy too

you’d probably end up taking waaay to many pictures - which he either posts to social media or spams into the skz group chat (they’d all call him a simp)

in the evening you’d end up walking home, dancing underneath the street lights like a cliche movie

yall are cute

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werezmastarbucks · 4 years

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mystic falls

word count: 2269

music: no one’s gonna love you by band of horses

honeymoon masterlist

You made a sharp turn, and Kai stretched out his neck curiously as if he was seeing the highway for the first time. His head must be going nuts now, you assumed, after his long struggle to get out, after he finally was free, only to go back again, and into exactly the same world.

“So, it’s ‘94, right”, you said, just to say something. Kai looked at you like you were just a little stupid.

“Yeah. Why are we going to Mystic Falls?”

“I want another car. This planet must be full of abandoned cars”.

“Why do you want another car?”

You squeezed Chevy’s reliable leather steering wheel and thought about how much you despised everything that reminded you of Damon now. The road was silent and empty, and at first sight, there wasn’t anything special about it. On your way to the town, you stopped several times just to listen to the lifeless wind, while Kai sat patiently in the car. He was suspiciously nice. He was clearly trying to behave.

“I don’t want to be endlessly driving this piece of shit”.

“I thought you liked Chevrolets”, Kai reacted immediately. You raised your brow and looked at your clean knuckles. Those healed overnight, just like there was no trace of suffocation neither inside nor on the outside of your neck. You were the same as yesteday, again. That’s how this world worked, you figured.

“How do you even know that?”

You stopped yourself from adding,

I’ve known you for two weeks.

“You’re my girlfriend”, he smiled like the sun itself. The sunrays really did fill the car and you looked at him, his face drowning in the shining. Then the sun got cast by a small cloud.

“I needed to know everything about you”.

“I became your girlfriend after that one date we had?” you clarified.

“Yeah”.

No point arguing it now. It doesn’t really matter what you are to each other. Spouses. Who gives a fuck. You’re stuck here.

You thought that probably this will be the butt of a lot of pondering now. Doesn’t matter, because you’re stuck here.

“So, they’re just scattered around, like in a zombie apocalypse?” you asked, “the cars?”

Parker fidgeted in his seat, clearly excited about sharing something about this world with a person. There was finally some ground he could stand on; he knew more than you in this. He had some sense of control.

“Not scattered. The spell consists of several parts, it’s very complicated. One of the aspects is putting everything in order after you’ve made a copy of the world. My coven made the copy of their world at about eleven at night, so that second in this world repeats it in everything. But at that moment, obviously, in different parts of the world, all the objects were in motion. It’s day somewhere, night in another country, someone is flying in a plane, some cars are on the roads, maybe a brick is falling from the roof somewhere. So, all the things in motion are put back into their closest resting places by the spell. Like, if a car was on the road at the moment, it’s put into the nearest parking lot. Somewhere it’s still messy though. The spell obviously has a field of influence, and it’s not omnipotent”.

“So, the further from Portland, the messier things are?”

“Yeah”, Kai nodded, raiding Damon’s gloves compartment restlessly.

“In Australia, all the cars are just like in a zombie apocalypse. But some are like that even here. In New Orleans, on the King Street, there’s a red SUV standing in the middle of the road, like it’s been abandoned. And I don’t know why it got from under the spell”.

The witch shrugged and looked out of the window.

“You’re holding up well”, you noticed, dispassionately. After what he’s done, you didn’t want to be cute with him anymore. Didn’t want to show any more compassion. You had to get over your own bitterness first.

“Well, you’re with me. And I will find a way to get out. Don’t worry. We’ll think of something. You don’t pin down Kai Parker and get away with it. I’m...” he suddenly yawned, like a child, stretching out his arms and knocking on the ceiling with his fingers. You looked at how his face changed, as he performed this simple human motion. He had a hook inside of you, very deep, and you now felt it vividly. Kai somehow won you over, and you didn’t even notice. There was no use asking yourself again and again why you went with him.

“I’m real tired of this place”, he slapped his hand on your lap, “we’ll get out”.

“Don’t touch me”.

He gave you a long look.

“Are you still mad?”

“What about other things? Except cars? Electricity? Lights? Amusement parks? How is all working?”

“You can turn it off and on. If the street lights are automatic, they go on by themselves, and shut down in the morning. If you wanna have a ride on a ferris wheel, I can do that. I know how to operate virtually everything”.

“And the other times of day? You said it’s a copy of eleven at night. What about then?”

“Then the midnight comes, and it’s the tenth of May again. Well, in our time zone. In places where it was the eleventh, it’s the eleventh again and again. At midnight, everything restores back to place. Just like you”, he gestured towards your hands that were burned yesterday. “Whatever was hurt, heals, and resurrects. All the things you destroy get back up together. And work like they worked during the day. Basically everything is fully working, only, there’s nobody to operate it”.

“What if, say, at one in the morning, somebody broke a street light somewhere in... Houston?”

"There’s no one to break it now. The spell just copied the basic functioning state of things, but it neglected human interaction with them. The light that was supposed to be broken is fine here. Everything that was spoiled on that day by humans...” Kai looked out of the car almost melancholically, but it was very unlikely he acknowledged the poetry of his statement,

“Is safe from them here”.

You turned your face away not to let him see your expression. What he said somehow made you feel vulnerable to feeling, and you hummed.

“Unless you wanna go to Houston, find that exact street light and snap it, of course”.

“I don’t know where it is”, you replied philosophically.

“You have time enough to find it...”

“So, I can just walk into someone’s house and the taps will be working”.

“Yeah. You can watch TV, but it’s all the television from one day in ‘94. At seven in the morning they put on...”

“I don’t wanna know”.

“You get how it’s all very frustrating, right?”

“What about other forms of life?” you demanded. Kai kept quiet for some time as you drove into the empty streets of Mystic Falls. You stared around, barely recognizing your own hometown.

“I don’t get it, are you mad or not?”

“What do you think, am I mad? I am mad, Kai. I am fucking mad”.

“Because you’re in prison, or because I tried to kill you?”

You moved your mouth with exasperation and didn’t manage to utter anything.

“I said I was sorry. How many times do I have to apologize? Do you realize how much it means if I apologize to you?”

“I don’t think rules of normal interaction apply, honey”, you barked sarcastically, and his face still lit with delight at hearing the term of endearment. “This is the planet where there’s nobody else but us, so you don’t have any choice, and you’ll apologize as many times as I need you to”.

“Yeah, or I could actually kill you or lock you away somewhere so that you don’t get on my nerves”, he said.

You bit your lower lip, laughing. You knew now you had leverage, and it was beautiful. No amount of cockiness would diminish the raw need he demonstrated last night. And he knew it was his own mistake. Kai’s cheekbones got sharp like rock tops.

“And be alone?”

“I can use you however I want”.

“I’ll run away from you”.

“You can’t run away from me”.

He wasn’t smiling anymore.

You stopped the car in the clearing looking like a prehistorical parking lot. There was a couple of decent looking rides.

“You want me to freeze you out? You’re not the only one who can be manipulative, Parker. I can make you very miserable here. More miserable than you were before. You want that?”

You really had no idea what you were saying, but you made a threatening face. Kai’s eyes were wandering on it as he thought. There must have been a reason he had his eye on you in the first place.

Instead of getting scared, he got horny.

“I won’t hurt you unless you ask me to”, he murmured. The air became dense all of a sudden.

You got out of the car, and he moved, like your own shadow, mimicking your movements almost synchronized. You slapped the door with force just to shake off the goose bumps from your skin. The street was completey silent once again. It must alter your mind to live in such silence all the time. No chatter, no voices, no tires screeching, no horns. No doors banging, no bells, only the lonely howl of the clock tower. The wind, and your own steps. Crazy.

“Which one do you want?” he asked energetically, turning to the wide spectrum of cars parked in front of a coffee shop. You did not remember Mystic Falls like that.

“Do you know how to start a car?”

“In ninety-four, people left the keys inside”.

“Like in the movies? Above the wheel?”

He chuckled.

“Exactly”.

“Get the things from the trunk”, you said, and Kai frowned. You could feel with the back of your head he didn’t like being told what to do.

He could turn it all into sport, of course. Let you go, hunt you down. Keep killing you, use you however he wanted. But it seemed this time he really was tired of being alone. Otherwise he wouldn’t go behing the car and open the trunk, and get out the bag filled with clothes you stole from the Salvatore mansion.

Perhaps, for the first time in his life, Kai was slowly agreeing to comply, and to cowork with somebody. Perhaps he had a bigger plan. But it didn’t matter just now.

You walked to the wine red Dodge Ram and looked inside. It looked like the interior of the car was heated in the sun. All of a sudden, you wanted a coffee.

“Why were all cars so ugly in the nineties?” you asked, opening the door and getting into the driver’s seat. You shuffled around the wheel and found the keys were sticking out of the ignition. Someone must have stepped out of the car to have a smoke, or it was a reckless car owner who went into the shop to get a coffee and wasn’t worried about their car being nicked. But then again, it was ‘94. Life was so so much easier. As you watched Kai crawl up next to you and sigh contentedly, you asked yourself if life had been easier for him. Sometimes you forgot he was the ultimate nineties guy.

You started the engine and looked at Damon’s blue Chevy left by you in the middle of the parking lot, right in the center. Kai didn’t even close the trunk.

“What happens to her?”

“She stays here”, Kai said, buckling up. He raised his eyebrows at your questioning look.

“What? You’re driving like you’re trying to get back into the future”.

“You don’t like my driving, you can walk to Ohio”.

“You don’t have to be so mean about everything”, he cooed peacefully. You scoffed.

“Why does she stay here? Aren’t things supposed to align back after midnight?”

“Nah. Only damage falls under the order spell. The things you misplace stay where you left them. Same happens with travelling. You’re an object, too. Imagine how much harder this whole thing would suck if I got away from Oregon during the day and suddenly teleported back home when the clock strikes midnight”.

Parker smiled darkly.

“That would be the real prison”, you thought out loud. Kai gave you a vague look.

“No, you can take things with you. But the window you break restores back the next day... which is the same day”.

“And what about animals? No birds, no cats?”

“No. Only the smallest fellas here. You wouldn’t be able to breathe without them and... well, you need the smallest microbes”.

“So, if I cut myself on rusty iron, it will get infected”.

“Yeah. But you won’t suffer long, you’ll be fine at night”.

You hummed.

You looked into the back seat, guiding the wheel with one hand. Suddenly, driving became so easy when you knew there was nobody to run over, or witness your disgraceful style. Kai and his backseat driver opinions didn’t matter. You pulled your belly bag onto your knees and took out your phone, still alive.

“Good news, I have the charger for my phone”, you said. The simplistic, flowerless yet streets of the old Mystic Falls were sliding by idly. You sped up a little, listening to satisfying Ram roar.

“Bad news, I can’t connect it to the car radio, because the iPhones are not there yet, and bluetooth...”

You looked at Kai.

“Was it invented in 1999 or 2000?”

“Are you asking me? I’ve spent eighteen years locked away”.

“But you learnt about the world pretty quickly though. I know you’re very savvy in computer shit”.

“I’m gonna miss that”, Parker muttered, looking forwards on the road in front of you. Although he knew this world, and the things in it, he agreed on going back the whole way to look for an escape route. Maybe he just didn’t care anymore, or was indulging you for the sake of it; he agreed to go look for ‘something’. This something had no shape or size, and you didn’t know how it worked. Maybe he just wanted to move to create an illusion of progress. All he knew was that he wanted to get out of here to gut Damon.

#kai parker imagine #kai parker #kai parker x reader #vampire diaries #tvd imagine

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hyuckcherie · 4 years

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「 Business 」

‣ Kim Taehyung x reader

‣ angst, mafia au, fluff

‣ “It’s none of your business.” “It’s my business if you cry because of me.”

‣ word count: 1.2k

“I said go upstairs!”

You froze at his shouted words, eyes wide and body stiff. Taehyung had never yelled at you before. You didn’t like it.

You hadn’t done anything wrong, unless it was a crime to ask if he wanted to eat dinner with you. Sure, you’d accidentally walked in on a meeting, but any other time you’d done so he just kindly asked you to wait outside.

A sudden burst of anger bubbled up and you glared at him, turning on your heel to slam the door to his office and storm upstairs. Who did he think he was! Yelling at you!

You walked into the bedroom you shared with him, only to stomp to the closet and pull out a change of clothes and pajamas. You weren’t rash enough to leave the mansion, but there were plenty of vacant rooms you could stay in for the night, at least until you cooled off.

You found your way to the one farthest down the hall, since you’d always loved the wallpaper in that room. It was calming and you definitely needed that right now.

The clothes you brought with you were discarded to the far end of the bed as you sank down to sit on the half facing away from the door. Angry tears welled up the more you thought about the incident that had happened, and the fact a man you didn’t know was there to witness the whole thing just made it worse.

You stewed in anger until it all boiled down to hurt from being yelled at, tears finally tracing their way down your cheeks.

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Downstairs, Taehyung closed the front door behind the man he was holding a meeting with. He was another mafia boss, and since tensions had been high between both groups for the past few weeks, they held a meeting to keep things as smooth as you can when you’re rival crime bosses.

When you had come into the room, Taehyung didn’t think he’d ever felt so much fear. Here his biggest enemy was, and here you were, his biggest weakness, walking in like you hadn’t a care in the world. He had panicked, and in that panic, he had yelled. He’d never yelled at you before, and it was eating away at him. Did you hate him now? The thought ripped his heart to shreds.

“Jimin. Did you see where yn went?” Taehyung asked, grabbing the attention of his most trusted friend. Jimin paused in his way to the kitchen.

“She went upstairs a while ago. She looked mad,” he said, looking concerned about you.

“Mad?” Taehyung repeated. Jimin nodded. You were mad instead of sad? Did that mean you did hate him?

Taehyung thanked his friend and went upstairs. It hadn’t been too long since he sent you out of the room, but you could have gone to bed early, like you usually did when you wanted a bad day to be over sooner.

He quietly opened the door to your shared bedroom, peeking in to peer through the dark room. The light from the hallway allowed a sliver of the bed to be seen. But you weren’t there.

Taehyung threw the door open the rest of the way, ice crawling through his blood. He flicked on the light switch and searched the room, the balcony, the bathroom, the closet, even under the bed. You were nowhere to be seen.

The thought that you’d left the mansion crossed his mind, but your side of the closet was still packed. He knew you’d never leave without at least a few days worth of clothes. It didn’t stop his worry though.

“Jimin! Search the first floor for yn!” he shouted from the top of the stairs. Jimin immediately scurried off, directing a couple men in different directions. Taehyung hurriedly started checking each of the rooms one by one.

Each room he checked that ended up empty, made him worry more and more. Had something actually happened? He didn’t know what he’d do if something had; you kept him grounded, sane. Who would he be without you?

When he finally came to the last door, he closed his eyes and sighed deeply. He braced himself for what he might find- or rather, who he might not.

As soon as he saw that the light was on, though, he was sighing in relief. No one ever used this room, so if you weren’t there, the light wouldn’t be on.

The relief was short-lived, however, when he heard your sniffling.

“My love?”

You froze, hand on your cheek to wipe away your tears. You hastily finished wiping them and any snot away and sat up straight, trying to discreetly sniff. You stared at the wall across from you, not turning to even glance at the man standing in the doorway.

“Love?” Taehyung tried again. “What’s the matter?”

He knew exactly what was wrong, but any response was a good one to him at this point.

“It’s none of your business,” you managed to say without your voice cracking, though it was wobbly.

“It’s my business if you cry because of me,” Taehyung said quietly, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

“Get out,” you said, turning your head away as Taehyung came closer.

“Not until I explain, love.” Taehyung sat at the end of the bed, leaving plenty of space between the two of you. You didn’t say anything and continued to stare at the pillows.

“That man in my office, he’s a bad man. Which, granted, is a bit hypocritical coming from me, but yn I’m serious. He rules the other side of the town, the biggest competition I have. And if he found out what you were to me,-” Taehyung scoots closer and gently turns your face to his, thumb brushing over your chin. “-that you’re my everything-,” he said softly, staring into your eyes with more sincerity than you’d ever seen from him. “-he would use that to every advantage possible. I wouldn’t be able to live if he did something to hurt you. You’re my everything yn.”

Your eyes welled up for the nth time that night, but for a completey different reason.

“I didn’t mean to yell at you, my love, but I was scared. So scared I was going to lose you if you stayed any longer,” Taehyung whispered, gathering you in his arms. You couldn’t hold back a sob, fingers gripping the back of his shirt tightly. Taehyung held you, stroking your hair as you cried into his chest.

“I’m sorry,” you cried, hiccuping. You were sure your tears were ruining Taehyung’s especially expensive shirt, but he didn’t make any move to stop you.

“Shh, you didn’t do anything wrong my love.” Taehyung planted a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s all my fault. I should have told you ahead of time.”

He let you continue crying for a few minutes until you were all out of tears.

“Better?” he asked, half his mouth turned up in a smile. You nodded, rubbing the heel of one hand over your eye.

“Then let’s get you something to eat hm? The others are still tearing up the house looking for you, let’s let them know you’re alright.”

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deluweil · 4 years

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Watched 3x15 with my sister, her reaction was similar to mine the first time, it wasn’t a Buddie reaction that we all developed in repeated (endless - for me anyway) watches. It was along the lines of poor Buck, his best friend just got buried under tons of earth and he can’t get to him, also later when Buck stands for the rescue/retrieval briefing and his face is completey shattered and eyes empty she pretty much thought the same as me about the fact that if they can’t rescue Eddie then he’ll have to go and tell Christopher his dad won’t be coming back.

On the somewhat amusing side I told her that I’m doing these report watch and asked her what did she think about Oli’s performance (for me it was a bit of an over-acting kind of thing, but to be fair Oliver was dead sick when they shot it, and Buck is a very emotional person, I still maintain though that that iconic Buck desolve into tear in Bobby’s lap was all Oliver thinking ‘I’m done this for sure won’t make the cut’ It did obviously, and if the show’s creators and writers don’t want to be Buddie harassed they should stop giving us these awesome soul wrenching emotional scenes because this isn’t helping their case one bit.) any way I went on a bit of a tangent here, Sorry, Oli’s performance, my sister said that she was not surprised one bit because this was the exact same reaction Buck had when he lost Christopher only in this case he was literally helpless to do anything. I wanted to point at the TV and ask how after making that comparison she still refered to them as just best friends but then i remembered my sister totally has the hots for Oliver (who can blame her) and she’ll need a little more time to come to terms with why Buddie would be so awesome ;)

The rest of my day is completely suckish, I have a paper to finish for Uni and all I’ve really managed so far is one Buddie prompt that kind of took a life of it’s own and is going to turn out a LOT longer than I planned it, and the beginning of two Buddie/9-1-1 tags because after watching 3x15 and 3x16 again i got all these plot bunnies that kinda look like Buck and they make it impossible for me to study.

this is how my Word taskbar looks:

I hope I manage to finish my paper and all three fics this weekend because really I’m starting a new year in Uni in September and I would love to enjoy some downtime (Covid-19 limitation nonwithstanding).

Also My sister and I already watched 3x17 when it was first aired (she was totally the watch the last 2 episodes of the series and go back to S1 for a thorough introduction kind of girl lol) and it was a fun watch I’ll tell you al about it next post. ❤❤❤

#buddie #evan buckley #Eddie Diaz #christopher diaz #other people watching 9-1-1 for the first time is fascinating #9-1-1 on fox #9-1-1 #9-1-1 season 3 #3x15 #3x16 #buddie prompts #9-1-1 fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #9-1-1 season 4 can't get here sooner

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rhyce · 3 years

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I turned down two offers to go pick up yesterday. Two offers from two different people. They both were going to pay. All I had to do was drive them there and they'd pay for it. One said "I'm going to hook you up good for this", the other said "I will get you well, I'll take care of you till we both run out". They're both good on their word too, they've taken care of me and our addiction many times in the past. But I had to pass up on it this time. I'm tired of doing h. I'm ready to move on to bigger and much more exciting things in life.

So here's the story.. I was around the age of 13. I was super depressed all the time. A lot of fucked up shit was going on in my life so I really didn't ever have anything to look forward to. I didn't have anyone I could rely on or talk to about things. I was on my own. Music was my comfort.

So, this story takes place when I was 13. The year was 2006. My devices I had for listening to music on was an ipod that never had any music downloaded onto it, because my parents always said no when I asked (so why even buy my the damn ipod if you're not going to pay for the music?? Seems counterintuitive, but idk, that's just me) And I had a Sony CD walkman. I would mainly listen to cd's on the walkman. I obtained the cd's in a lot of different ways. Both of my parents had their own collections of cd's that I would often sift through and pull out what I wanted. I also had friends who would trade cd's. It was an elusive, underground black market cd trading business that operated in the very back section of the school bus. Lol. Anyway, there was this one particular cd floating around one day, it was a pretty badly scratched up mixed cd that had two nirvana songs and the rest were shitty, bland songs that I can't remember. I listened to it and immediately fell in love with the two nirvana songs. I quickly agreed to what would appear to be a bad deal on my end (the metallica black album in perfectly good condition for a scratched up mix cd that would always skip sections of the song at just the wrong time) so that I could get ahold of this cd to have for my own personal arsenal. I loved that cd! For about 5 days. Then it went missing.

I was so devastated. I didn't have much growing up, so what I did have I would always make sure to take very good care of. This cd was one of the most important things in my life at that time. Those two nirvana songs sent me on a hunt to listen to every single nirvana song ever in existence, I wanted to know everything about the band, I had become obcessed. I would sit in my room and listen to those two songs on repeat for hours at a time, I memorized every lyric by heart (which is not easy to do with a nirvana song), I couldn't get enough of it. Every lyric, every riff, was just like nothing I've ever heard before. So this cd was not something I would quickly forget about. I was desperate to have it back.

When I say I looked everywhere for this cd I literally mean every single place it could have possibly been at. I looked in all the common places, in all the unlikely places, I looked everywhere. I'm not going to list them all but you have an idea. I couldn't find it. I was feeling defeated.

Finally I broke down and threw myself on the ground in my bedroom and started to cry out of frustration as I prayed. I was just so damn desperate to have it back that I prayed to God and even said out loud something along the lines of "if anyone can hear me, God, ghosts, ancestors, fairies, anyone!! please help me find this". I felt so completey hopeless. I was laying there on my back, in the middle of my bed room when I turned over to look under my bed. It was a spot I had already looked at plenty of times before but everytime I looked there nothing had changed. It was just an empty floor. But this time when I looked (I wasn't even looking for it, I just happened to look in that direction) I saw a cd laying face down, a little off to the side, directly under my bed. There was no way that cd could have ended up there. I knew there was nothing there just a few minutes beforehand. But there it was.

The cd wasn't even one that I had owned before. I asked all my friends and my brother about it and they don't ever remember knowing that cd even existed.

The cd was an original copy of the nirvana nevermind album. Up until that point I never owned an original nirvana cd, all I had was that one mix tape with the two songs (which by the were heart shaped box and all apologies, those two songs weren't even on the same album). So yeah, I had no idea where this came from. Still don't know. But that cd became a major part of my life.

I would listen to that album, in its entirety, many times over. I would try and re-create the riffs on my guitar. I had many many sad, depressing nights where I was either hungry, trying to drown out the sound of angry yelling, trying to forget about my lonliness and the heartaches I dealt with that day, or sometimes all 3 where I would lay in bed crying, while listening to that album on repeat for hours. That cd shaped the person who I am today. I wouldn't be the same without it.

Next time I post I'll elaborate more on what I was talking about in my first post. About this exciting opportunity I have been given and why it means so much to me.

But that's all for now.

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minjoonalist · 5 years

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Predilection | Chapter Two.

Pairing : Jikook x Reader [Feat. Taehyung]

Words: 3.5k

Genre: Angst, eventual Smut, fluff

Warnings : explicit wording

Description: you want him, he wants you, but he also wants him, and him wants you- but him hurt you. So You hate him.

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“So how’d it go?” Your best friend slings his bag over the chair next you.

You were spending your last free day in the school’s library to finish up on some homework and you couldn't help but feel bummed out. Before you had made the depressing decision to cram every note you’d managed to take in the last few days, you finally made the wise decision to seek out your professor and request a new housing like Taehyung suggested.

Your head rises from the open notebook, eyes squinted and your hair tied up in a messy bun, because you hated when it fell on your face as you read. You felt extremely tired, no thanks to the lack of sleep you got from your sudden anxiety and Taehyung’s slightly worried expression told you that maybe you looked worse than you felt.

“Huh?” you rasped sitting up.

“ I said how did it go? Y’know, operation ‘get rid of fuck boy duo’ ?” He raises a hand to pull a stubborn strand of hair behind your ear, a small desperate smile gracing his features.

You furrowed your brows in return, your eyes narrowing in on him when you start to notice his flustered state. He was sweaty, His hair was wild, lips swollen, and the dark purplish hue that was stuck on his collarbone made its appearance once he shuffled to take off a sweater you’ve never seen before.

“Oh right! Let's see..-he said no.” you pouted and shrugged at him. “I’m sorry Ms. y/n, but it's just too late for that. I’m sure all of you will pull through...That. That was his response.”

The look tae returns, only reminds you of the one you made when you received your rejection. Even when you’ve tried over and over to convince the man of the unhealthy nature that stood between you three, he would only continue to insist that you solve it on your own. It only left you with no choice but to accept your tragic fate.

“So he’s making you stay with Captain hook and Tinkerbell?! Thats fucking crazy-” he starts to rant, his anger spiking too high for the atmosphere. you didn't like whenever he got worked up like that, so you attempt to change the subject at hand.

“Tae the only thing that seems to be crazy right now, is how you came late to our study date, looking as if you’ve just ran a marathon.” you quirked your brow and if you thought that the man had seemed flustered before, then his face must’ve felt as hot as the sun by now. His cheeks went from a pinkish hue to completely red and you couldn't help but to simply giggle at his expense.

“Alright …” you stretched in your seat before turning towards him “who was it?”.

He glances away nervously from you, his bottom lip caught in between his teeth. You could say on some level you were completely shocked. Over all your years of friendship you’ve never known your best friend to be shy about spilling his latest activities with you and that included telling you who's poor soul it was. You knew that it had been awhile since he’s had sex and he hasnt really taken an interest anyone-...wait.

“Oh my god…” your eyes widen. The excitement in your voice makes him look up at you. A mixture of curiosity and fear seen within his eyes because he somewhat knew you had already figured it out. There was only one person he couldn't bring himself to act cool in front of and that was none other than- You look around, eyes searching for anyone who might be listening when you turn back to him and mouth ‘Min yoongi?’

Taehyung cringes before groaning out of frustration.

“I just wanted to talk!! How was I supposed to know he would fall for my hot ass-” he cries out dramatically until someone from afar has shushes him. He then sends a nasty glare towards their direction, only to come back towards you to finish “ and I didnt fuck anyone sadly, … I made out with them.”

“You mean him’ as in Min Yoongi?” you try to correct and get a better answer with full smirk on your face.

Taehyung pouts for a bit. “ You know I find other people attractive besides him.” he mumbles “ anyways don't you remember? I was a complete dumb bitch the last time I talked to him. I turned him down to talk about living arrangements-”.

Suddenly he sits up from his slouching position a shocked expression on his face as if he had just realized something.“Oh shit!” He springs forward.

“What? What's happening?” You shuffle back a little, scared by how frantic he looks all of a sudden.

“ I-I’ve got to go. I-I completely forgot that I’m going to be staying with my crush for an entire week!” he says quickly standing up from his chair and you watch as he quickly reaches for all of his items.

“Hey! where are you going? You just got here” you say a bit saddened by the sudden departure. He grabs his bag, slinging it back up onto his shoulders and comes to land a gentle kiss on your temple. He does this sweet gesture and begins to sprint away before you could say anything else-but not forgetting to yell “I need to pack cuter clothes for Yoongi hyung! Bye!”. you sit there in your spot only shaking your head in return.

“Um hello?” a light voice comes from your side.

With a deep smile still being placed onto your features, you don't pay no mind to it. You were still too busy watching your friend’s retreating figure as he rushes away from your teasing of his crush. While he may not have audibly confirmed who the handsy culprit was, his face certainly did and all you wanted to do, was gush for him.

“Right. I’m dumb and Im just gonna go fuck myself now…” the same voice chimes behind you again, except all confidence before had completey vanished and you finally noticed.

“Wait huh?” you then ask turning around from your spot only to be met with another retreating figure that had it’s hoodie up.

From first glance you could almost assume that they were someone you had seen before. Their walk, their shape, and maybe even just the way they were carrying themselves with grace - it all seemed too familiar to you and Immediately you feel guilty from their words. It sounded as if they had gathered so much strength to talk to you and all you did was Ignore their attempt.

Your head throbbed, eyes were droopy and you wanted nothing more than to go take a nice nap in your bed after all that studying. It had been approximately 3 hours since taehyung had left you to your own presence and you still wondered who the mystery figure was that tried to talk to you earlier.

You’re leaning over in your chair, your bag in front of you as you packed up your remaining items. Your eyes trains on the overstuffed case, when a white object is set down in front of your view. You snap slightly towards it, your mind immediately registering it as a small coffee to-go cup.

“Still spending your life in the library I see, huh nerd?” the voice comes out a bit hoarse as if it’s owner wasn't usually one to speak. But they did and you knew they did -but only to the ones they cared about. Funny that at one point it used to be you...

You could've grabbed everything and got up, hell you could have taken the damn coffee and chucked it at the miserable man that dare to speak to you as if everything was fine. But of course, because you were so damn weak and you couldn't control the shock that had you in it’s vice grip, you look up to the handsomely dark male that once called himself your best friend.

“Jungkook?” You breathed. Swallowing thickly, in your now suddenly dry throat. His tall yet lean figure, shifts slightly from hearing his name come out of your mouth and he simply sends you a small nod in return.

“Y/n.” he greets.

Jungkook wasn't surprised at the frown that immediately comes onto your face and he also wasn't surprised that you didn't notice his little peace offering.

“What are you doing here?” Was the exact question he had already braced himself for when he decided it was best to get to you before his boyfriend did. Not long after jimin’s little show, did he verbally express numerous times he was going to come after you despite what jungkook thought and it was only up to the man himself to at least warn you.

“Did you take a wrong turn or something?” Yet another question comes from you. You were beyond confused by the boy’s odd appearance as he stood watching you silently with a cold expression that was completely different from what you were used to. Even if you both had not been friends for years, never once before have you ever had jungkook look at you without some type of adoration in his eyes.

Until now.

He snaps out of his emotionless trance and comes to take the empty seat in front of you. “Its an Americano with three pumps of vanilla- thought you could use some.” he finally says quietly as the coffee cup in front of you is pushed further your way and you slowly raise a skeptical brow. You then sit back a bit, completely stranger to the man you used to cuddle whenever you felt like it. It was weird how close you could be with someone and then suddenly you werent. Even so, it amazed you that he stilled remembered your go-to coffee.

“Um thanks.” you nod reaching for it, but then hesitating to take a sip “you didn't poison this did you?” you asked narrowing your eyes.

Jungkook blinks momentarily at your question and once he takes in what exactly you asked him he sends you a flat look in return. “ No. I don't know about you, but I do want to get an A in this class. I think me, poisoning one of my partners would be a childish decision ” Jungkook says matter-of-factly and the way he sends you a cold glare while taking a sip of his own drink has you wondering just when did the man become so...bitter?

You take your gaze away from him and lower it back down towards your coffee, a slight blush on your cheeks. The grip on it becoming a bit tighter as you grit your teeth in irritation “I wouldn't call it childish” you mutter under your breath. He’d only been around for about 5 minutes and you were already thinking about poisoning him.

Jungkook takes note of your immediate irritation. You never noticed but the way his eyes suddenly glimmered from your deplore of his comment. It was sure enough a number one sign of his ill intentions and After a silence passes by, only then does his emotionless expression return just before he speaks.

“We need to talk about jimin.”

———

There were three things you were sure of the moment Jungkook had decided to confront you while at the library. One, the boy was still as loathsome as the day you both parted, Two you were definitely plotting his death by poison and three...you don't know what kind of overbearing confidence Jimin has been feeding the man over the years, but Jeon Jungkook was way too conceited for his own good.

Ten minutes pass the time you were supposed to be heading home, were the same ten minutes you were stuck watching Jungkook babble on to you about...well you didn't know because you weren't listening.

You blinked slowly.

The sight of the muted raven’s lips moving in a concentrated flow to create a very long speech you surely weren't listening to. While so, you took the time to notice the small features of the grown man that had changed over time. His hair had grown out past the usual short cut he always kept, the boyishly round jawline you were used to seeing had transformed into something that one could say was sharp, and his eyes...while they were now cold towards you, even a blind bat could tell that once they fell upon you with a loving warmth- it could make anyone fall to their knees.

Although you hated the man himself, you had to admit no amount of disliking could make you so oblivious to how completely hot he is now. Too bad those good looks had to be wasted on such a shitty person...

“-you're not even listening.” his voice finally registers in your ears and he watches as your once glazed eyes snaps into alertness.

“h-huh what?” you stutter while finally bringing your lost attention back onto him. Jungkook’s highly bothered gaze, stays on you and when he sees the confused expression that you give him in return. It only confirms his suspicions of you not listening to a damn thing he was saying.

“Attention deficit. Even now you wont pay attention to me. ” Jungkook then sighs, his body sliding down as he leans his head back into his chair.

This was a lot more annoying than he expected it to be.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Your brow furrows and you cross your arms at his sly comment. The last place that you wanted to be in this moment was in front of jungkook and he had the nerve to insult you right as you were sitting across from him?

Jungkook raises his head once again only to be met with a harsh glare from your point and Inside he mentally scolds himself for letting those words slip out his mouth. “Nothing.” He quickly replies just before leaning over and more towards you. “I know you don't want to talk to me right now...or ever and I can see you’re more than less thrilled about having to put up with both Jimin and I for a week. I don't like repeating myself, So for once could you please listen to me y/n?” He pleads another emotion besides irritation filling his eyes.

There it was again… you thought to yourself, noting the way jungkook seems to insinuate that you never listen to him and if it hadn't been for the fact that you wanted him out of your sight as soon as possible, you would have asked why he seems to keep the pattern. In- fact the longer you both were in each other’s company, the angrier you become and receiving an F’ for this project was seeming worth it to you. If this was the kind of person you would have to talk to everyday in order to get work done, there was no way any of you were going to pass.

“We need to talk about Jimin” he repeats the same phrase, he uttered only a few moments ago and This time, they actually pique your interest. You then quirk a brow in question, no reasons for why he would want to talk about the silver haired man coming to your head.

“Why? Flaunting him around in my face not doing it for you?” You ask rhetorically, not even attempting to hide the bitterness in your voice. This makes Jungkook narrows his eyes. The faintest smirk appearing on his lips but deep down there was that familiar pinch of emotion that he’d learned to keep at bay. Guilt

“You know green never looked good on you y/n.” He clicks his tongue.

“And being a dick isn’t a great personality trait.” your reply was quick as you attempt to hide the silent sting of his words. You then raise your chin high, feigning confidence “ speaking of- ...what the hell does your boyfriend have to do with me?” You ask finally giving into the evil gaze that probably wasn't going to budge anytime soon.

Jungkook takes a moment to look at you, seeing that you’re equally as harsh gaze had no falter. Brows furrowed, star gazed eyes narrowed into slits, and soft looking lips pursed into a thin line-...wait did he just call your lips soft? What the fuck.

He blinks to himself.

“Well?” You prod, completely unaware of his sudden turmoil.

Jungkook clears his throat “Well, I guess I’ll just start off with the obvious fact that you have a non-stop hard on for him.” he speaks, looking too sure of himself. He would have thought this would have been a bit easier to communicate with you, but somehow he found it hard to tell you that karma was basically kicking him in his ass.

“Every girl has those for jimin, jungkook-” you snort and he rolls his eyes.

“But they’re not like you...”

“How so?” you inquire, a brow still quirked skeptically towards him. Jungkook sighs again but a bit more audibly this time “ You’re just different. They don't have our past history- our relationship.”

“Right, because normal girl’s don't have their crushes sucked away by a snake best friend.” You conclude sarcastically and It comes out just as venomous as you wanted it to “ how lucky am I? ”

The right eye on jungkook’s face twitches and he bites back his winning anger. Why he hasn't gotten up from this table yet was beyond his comprehension, he usually didn't have this kind of patience- not even for Jimin. Maybe because he wants to have it for you.

“Well my boyfriend wants to fuck you in more ways than one…so I’d say pretty damn lucky.” Jungkook swallows, his bottom lip being caught in between his teeth.

You frown and the air in between you shifts just when you start to see unease within his features. It feels as if time has just slowed down, the subtle beating within your heart escalating at jungkook’s highly alarming confession and you try your best not to let your mouth hang open.

Your body freezes, eyes bulging out slightly as you look away in shock and then understanding. For a moment, you wanted to believe that what Jungkook was telling you was true- that the very man you’ve fantasized multiple times about has suddenly done the same for you. But of course you couldn't, only holding onto the silent fear that this was all just some sick joke he came up with to hurt you even more.

Your fists clench at you side. You felt anger spike through you, from the thought of the evil boy plotting harm to you. “That's it? that's why you’re here? To tell me that your little love slave suddenly has his eye on me? How dumb do you think I am?” You sneer at him, your words getting louder by the second and you forget that the both of you were currently situated within a library.

What ever reaction jungkook thought you were going to have towards this conversation, it wasn't one of anger. surprise, happy- maybe even a bit of relief, but he certainly never pictured you rising from your seat and leaning over the table with a look that could kill an army.

He shifts a bit.

“ Do you think I'm so desperate that I would just jump immediately at your word? I'm not naive, little y/n anymore Jeon” you couldn't help yourself, watching as jungkook blinks rapidly towards you.

“Y/n that's not-“ Jungkook frowns and he tries to calm you down, but you were too far gone.

“I'm not that little puppet you can manipulate. I was your friend and that's what you should have treated me as...what the hell did I ever do to you?” The words leave your mouth before you could even register it. It was a fair question, that always seem to plague your mind whenever you thought about this. You’ve asked him this before of course, but for some reason you could never seem to remember what it was that he told you. All you knew was that no matter what it was, there was just no excuse for ever hurting your friend like that.

A long silence goes by.

“Friend.” He simply repeats after a moment. “ y/n you weren't my friend. Friends hangout everyday, friends share laughs and listen to each other's problems or secrets. Friends don't ignore each other’s entire existence when they wanted them most. Friends don't let the other fall while they take a step back…” By then Jungkook had slowly risen out of his seat as well, his speech strong with emotion until the last part had become so low you’ve completely missed it.

However that wasn't your worry, what registered with you most, was the pain his eyes bore into you -as if he wanted you to see everything that he’d kept inside all these years. If that it-self wasn't distracting then maybe it was the fact that jungkook had copied your stature without thinking it through fully. While he leaned over the table - his face only a few mere inches away, it dawns on you quickly that he was way too close into your personal space.

Even knowing so, you still wouldn't budge because you refused to be the one to submit. Instead you kept your unmoving glare onto his wavering eyes, your steady breathing against his increasing inhales, your frozen frame in shock when his moves in even closer, and a blank mind when his lips are suddenly on yours.

Jungkook had snapped.

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We Are Far Too Young and Clever

Archive Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20327977/chapters/48197671

Chapter 1/6 of We Are Far Too Young And Clever

Word Count: 3,068

Summary: Youtube's a buzzing, content-creating platform, where people from all walks of life can create and share. Simon Snow and Baz Pitch are on a rise at two very different angle, but by the coincidence of shared people, they clash and come together at all the right (and wrong) times.

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SIMON

I don’t really remember how it started.

Well, that’s a lie. I remember starting it. I remember setting up my mobile, using a mirror to make sure it was at the right angle (using random little things like Penny’s tiny bottles of face cleansers and such to keep it propped, despite them continuously slipping). I remember it being half past 3 in the morning on a Thursday right before a final. I wasn’t studying. I can’t study--I can’t make myself study, I should say. Never could. And, I remember laying out craft scissors, glitter glue tubes, googly eyes, and finding old class notes to go to town on.

I remember the build up.

I remember the upload, and I remember thinking nothing of it.

But I don’t remember the rise.

More to this, I don’t really know why anyone really watches my videos. I think it’s sort of dumb to watch a man now climbing further into his mid-to-late twenties sitting on his living room floor, working in a ranging the state of his soberness from completey dry to beyond wrecked, and doing shitty primary school crafts.

But then again, I’m the man making them, so I guess I’m not particularly the one to judge on this front.

Part of me still really doesn’t connect the popularity with myself--like it’s been Penny’s doing. Which, she says, might be partially true. She already had a decent enough following, but I’m on a completely different genre. She does educative videos, and she stays popular because they’re on current events topics (defines hot topics, explains what a certain celebrity is in trouble for, yada yada). I call her the cliffnotes of the ever-rolling social media 15 minutes of fame. She asks me if I’ve ever needed to read a book with cliffnotes, and I didn’t have much defense besides “You know, I was an English minor.” (“For the first year, yeah.” “Still, had a year of it.”)

But for me? I don’t do anything new or appealing.

I think I might be a handsome face (which, in all honesty, would be a nice brag, if I could actually maintain a relationship). Or maybe it’s because I can get a bit funny, especially when I’m plastered. And there’s never really any instructions when I do these things. I have a Pinterest board, a google search option, and a flow of craft store gift cards at my disposal to make shit work.

Or, maybe, I’m just entertaining.

I’m not really confident on that front, but I’ll take what I can get.

I don’t mind it much. People seem to like the videos, and I never mind making them. Brilliant distraction, and surprisingly decent income (especially since crafts require products, so sponsors are easy to get for videos, and I never feel really guilty because I’d have to get shit to use anyway).

Penny gets on my arse about my sleep schedule, though.

“Why can’t you do special editions of Simon’s Arts ‘N Crafts in the morning?” She asks, or more complains, hovering over the kitchen bar with a mug between her hands and her flannel pyjama bottoms on. It’s nearing 1 in the morning now, and I’m just cracking open my second beer. (Don’t actually like them, but they’re tolerable.)

“Aesthetic, Penn.” I cringe after a thick gulp, squeezing my eyes tight. Shit tastes like a gym sock. “Premise of it all to put up a video that looks like a bloke who hasn’t properly slept in 10 years on his floor trying to build a shitty flower crown.”

She’s been a bit fed up with it for a little while, and I can see her point. Insomniatic tendencies aren’t something you particularly want to profit off of, but it pays the bills (and gives me something better to do than stare at my ceiling and try to count sheep into the thousands).

I hear her huff, my back turning to grab my mobile off the counter as I try to chug back a few more gulps.

Thumbing through notifs, I see a post alert for Baz Pitch. Something on Twitter--commenting on the flawed mentality of what socialistic systems are seen as vs what they are, or some other poshly worded bullshit about something that only really matters if you’re taking a secondary school course on politics.

Or if you’re Penny, I guess.

“You’re looking at Baz’s shit again,” she mumbles over her mug, sipping slowly as I glare back.

“What?”

“You get this look on your face--that one where your brows come together and makes you look constipated.”

“Yes, and? What about it?”

She smirks. “Well, you only ever get that when you’re looking at something Baz posted.

I pull my brows together when I look away, just for emphasis, and slip my mobile into my pocket. “Not only,” I counter, going for another pointed sip and holding back a cringe as I point at her, going on. “And it’s only because he’s full of himself. I don’t need, nor do I want to hear his halfhearted ramblings on something that he won’t have any affect on.”

“Then why do you have him on post-notifs?”

I try to look offended, but I just stare, mouth hanging open. “Maybe I like to keep a keen eye on him.”

She hums, unsatisfied.

“Excuse me for wanting to keep track of the man I’ve got an ongoing tiff with.”

“Ongoing tiff? Is that what you’re calling it now?”

I shrug, ignoring that with another shitty gulp.

“Look, Simon, just talk to the bloke. He’s a smart guy, if you give him a second of your time and attention beyond a twitter feud over some dumb shite like his family upbringing.”

“He’s rich, Penn! Guy’s a hypocrite.”

“Maybe,” she gives me a halfhearted shrug, leaning more over the counter. “You’re just mad that he’s got more following on his personal Twitter than you do on your proper Instagram.”

“Of course not.” She’s right, but I won’t dare admit it.

I’ll never admit to being jealous of Basilton fucking Pitch--some bloody political page gone pretty boy vlogging. His main work is only relevant because he talks about shit that’s within the dizzying political-sphere, nothing of which is something I really like to think about (I vote for whoever Penny describes as the best, then hope some other prick doesn’t throw us deeper into the cesspool that is this Brexit nightmare).

But he has his vlogging channel. A popular one, at that. Talks about what he’s reading, where he’s traveling. Skincare routine. Mindless bullshit, that I’ve forced myself to sit through just so I have a proper excuse to go off complaining about him.

Never seen the bloke break a proper smile, though. Not even in fan pictures. He smirks, and he’s got a barking, bitter laugh, but I’ve never heard anything that relates “Joyous” and “Basilton” in a similar sentence.

It’s a wonder he and Penn interact amicably.

She scoffs at me, sipping her tea slowly as my shoulders slump, beer can held tight enough in my hand that it’s denting in at my fingers. I should probably let go of it.

“Are you gonna help me set up?” I ask, deflating from the conversation and trying to distract with a new one.

“If you need help.”

“Need? No. Want? Yeah.”

She rolls her eyes, settling the mug down onto our countertop anyway before turning to start dragging the lights out of the side closet while I polish off my drink and head to grab my camera and tripod.

I’ve gotten better at this over the years. Swapped majors from social work to media studies, then minored in advertising, once the channel had hit 1k subscribers. Hadn’t quit my dayjob at the cafe until I hit 100k, but the steady rise since hasn’t been bad to us. Penny’s got a decent income, too, and she still decides to work in the school’s library as she’s working on her PhD in Sociology.

The flat’s a better one than the one we’d started in. We’ve even got a guest bedroom (screams disposable income). And, well, nicer equipment. A real sense of seriousness and maturity while we work.

Well, mostly.

I’m speaking as the grown man with a metal cabinet full of crafts supplies.

Business man with craft supplies.

Makes me sound more professional than “Newly 27 year old Youtuber who does nothing of serious impact, other than hoping to make others smile while throwing together terribly made, barely functioning crafts.”

I make my way back into the living room after setting up the camera and wandering back off, arms full of supplies as Penny starts setting up cameras, glancing over her shoulder. “What’d you choose tonight?”

I look down, then plop myself onto the floor and spread out my shit. “Uhh,” I say, shifting through. “I was thinking a beer can ghost.”

“Beer can ghost?”

I nod, holding up the gauze and glue. “As a Happy Halloween episode.”

“It’s not even October yet, Si.”

I shrug. “September’s close enough.” I grin, going off to grab my empty beer can and sprawling back out onto the floor. “Want to join in?”

“I think I’ll take a rain check for this episode, thank you.” She smiles teasingly, brushing past and messing my hair a bit as I’m settling myself onto the hardwood floor. I don’t take it harshly; I never take her harshly. I don’t think I’ve got the room to take it harshly, given I don’t seriously have anyone else in my life besides her (at least on a consistent basis).

“Suit yourself!” I call back, watching her disappear into her bedroom while shutting the door behind herself.

Before going at it, I take and post a quick Instagram picture at the layout in front of me, adding Halloween-themed emojis (so everyone knows I’m serious about wanting to get festive) as the caption.

I sigh and clear up my space, glancing around to make sure the area looks clean-enough, then get up to press start. It takes a second to make my way back and get myself properly situated on the floor, exhaling quietly and collecting my thoughts before shooting my head up and grinning at the camera angled a few feet away and slightly above eyeline with me.

“Hey everyone! Welcome back to Simon’s Arts ‘N Crafts!”

BAZ

I don’t understand the hype of Simon Snow.

I never truly have. He feels like he’s the sort of mindless bloke to pull out a guitar at uni and unironically start playing Wonderwall.

Allow me to rephrase; I don’t understand the hype of Simon Snow’s channel.

Snow himself, on the other hand, is a different story.

Cheerful smile, rosey cheeks. Curls that stick out at all angles (you’d think he’d try to style them properly, given he’s got the time and money now, but he doesn’t; he looks as disheveled as the day his channel began). Snow’s an utter mess just trying to occupy himself while avoiding other aspects of life, and somehow, for reasons I can’t chalk up to anything but his glittering disposition, he’s popular.

Not too popular, no. A couple million popular. Sponsored by major chains popular, due to the spike in young hobbyists trying to “Unleash their inner child” following his lead. But, of course, he donates huge portions to schools, giving them arts supplies and, for some saintly reason, gives to orphanages too.

I wonder at times if there’s anything deeper than just a handsome public face and overly generous donor. And, usually, I try to doubt there is, but I can’t quite ignore the occasional sign that Simon Snow may be a saint, and I fucking hate him for it.

I hate him for a number of reasons, starting with “He hates me”, and ending with “He’s gorgeous, and he hates me”.

I scroll down my Instagram feed, then refresh, immediately getting his post as a priority (I feel as though I’d be damned if anyone knew how often I go to simply look at him, or try to snoop through his older pictures to put the pieces together). It’s not much; his lap, which is a pair of grey joggers (Chris, I bet he looks fit in them), mismatched athletic socks, and a pile of half pulled-apart gauze, supplies for paper mache, an emptied beer can, and a sponge brush laying on a disposable plastic tarp. It’s simply captioned with a set of emojis that are definitely a few weeks too early.

baz.pitch Can’t count a calendar, Snow? Not surprised.

I stare at the comment for a brief moment, jaw clenching and swallowing back the strange, twinge that comes with our either interaction as quickly as it appears before trying to scroll and avoid any further thoughts on the matter.

It isn’t much longer before a notification drops down, hanging over the top of my screen.

(baz.pitch) buncespeaking: Are you still awake, or sleep-commenting?

I snort and tap onto it, letting the direct messaging screen load up.

baz.pitch: I am awake

baz.pitch: Is there something you want, Bunce?

Penelope Bunce and I interact far more than I’d originally thought we would. At first, when she first reached out, I’d assumed we’d quarrel, given her general harshness brought through her Twitter account, but I soon learned that she and I have a good bit in common. Personal views align, and she’s got a devilishly sharp sense of humour on her (not that I’d ever tell her, of course). Never thought I’d consider her not only an ally, but a friend in this harsh digital age, but I’ve found solace in her conversations.

That, and she teases Snow for me more than I could ever repay her for.

When I say tease, it isn’t quite the taunting I find myself regularly drawn into, but rather the simple name drop can be enough to get him to squirm in place (I know; I’ve seen it through live streams). I’ve never found it in myself to say any of my opinions on Snow to her, but given her intellect, I’d assumed she knows far more about my views of him than what Snow knows himself.

Which, at times, scares me. Nobody should know any vulnerability about me, unless I know equally as much incriminating information on them.

But so far, I haven’t had much a reason to worry.

(baz.pitch) buncespeaking: Do you know when you’ll find yourself in London again?

Interesting question.

Intentionally? Who the fuck knows.

As of recent, my life has consisted of no proper flat (which has begrudgingly left me living in my family’s manor, avoiding a permanent residence) while I hop about the island, then once a month, I spend a week in some various part of Europe. I just see it as trying to squeeze the most out of my life as a pitiful bachelor, but some others (Snow) consider this as me being a privileged arsehole and not wanting to commit to a proper life. (For the record, I regularly donate to LGBTQ+ nonprofits, but you don’t see me flaunting it in my personal work.)

Whatever. He probably hasn’t gotten snogged in the back of a Porsche in Venice during late spring.

Although, admittedly, that wasn’t very fulfilling.

Those trips never quite are.

And, sadly, neither are the men. All looking somewhat of a similar face; square jawed, wide-nosed. Long necks, wide shoulders, and curly hair that I love to tug and hold back.

But none of them are ever named Simon, and none of them hit quite the spot that this damned yearning has held.

Which is, I suppose, why I’m rarely ever in London. I’m not sure what I’d do with myself in London, unless I’m there with a purpose. I feel like I might go off the rails and try to actually find Snow without the guidance of some other party. I’d be a walking disaster.

baz.pitch: Depends on why you’re asking

(baz.pitch) buncespeaking: Well, a couple of reasons.

(baz.pitch) buncespeaking: Which all ultimately have the same suggested outcome of us collaborating on a video, and I’m not particularly set on getting myself out to Hampshire to sit in your frankly terrifying mansion.

(baz.pitch) buncespeaking: Plus, you can put me out of my misery and finally speak to Simon in person, for once. He’s driving me mad, and at this point, I’d pay for you to just put him to silence in person, for once.

As tempting as it seems, a small part of me worries that Bunce is believing that I’d sock Snow instead of snog him (maybe both are possible, but assaulting someone on their own property is risky at best).

I stare at my screen for a good, long pause, worrying at my lip as her typing pop-up ceases. It’s hard to not leap at opportunities I really wish to take--to just hold my dignity to somewhat of a respectable point.

But Snow crashes any barriers of my real rigidity.

He has for well over a few years now--ever since we were introduced digitally.

I’ve found myself watching his videos, over and over again, and trying to imagine how we’d play about. I like to wonder whatever happened to that pretty girlfriend of his (I’m aware they broke up, but he’s certainly too private to share the rest).

It’s been years since I first heard about Snow, and since then, I can’t quite get him off my mind.

It’s quite dizzying, trying to get Snow off my thoughts. I try to occupy--I try to fulfill. I try to find my way through life without some dull half-rivalry, full-teasing he and I share through out linked lives, but it’s like a drug. Draws me in, making me wish I had more of a good thing while trying to ignore that the good thing isn’t quite good for me, but rather simply a shocking want, prickling under my skin and bringing me back for more.

In all the things I do to occupy myself--to occupy the life I’ve been trying to lead (without success)--Snow’s been my favorite distraction. And I might just have to break through this and meet him, for once.

baz.pitch: Give me a time and a place and I’ll fit you into my schedule

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milkacchan · 5 years

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A miniature reason prt. 2

Hi! Am I actually posting??? Wow. Well now my inbox is looking a little empty!! So if y'all have any ideas send em in!

Personally I hate how this turned out, I feel like I wrote something of the equivalency of a 11 year old girls 1D fanfiction on wattpad. But I hope y'all enjoy it. There will be a few more updates today so stay tuned in!

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The argument with Luther on the small girl was huge. Luther wanted to drop her off somewhere, an orphanage maybe.

Klaus fought him tooth and nail on that. He screamed and threatened, the girl was staying with him.

Allison brooke the argument saying she would stay with them, she knew a friend that could help and it wasn't brought up again.

Klaus was very protective of her, everyone saw it. Allison thought it was nice- as a parent she could relate.

The two were inseparable. Y/N was still quiet and timid, but she'd burst into tears if she had to be anywhere Klaus wasn't. Eventually the siblings accept Klaus was her favorite (sometimes Diego) and left it at that. Klaus bought all kinds of things for her. He bought her clothes and coats, he bought her shoes and toys and special food- he bought at least 5 parenting books that he'd stay up late reading. Klaus was already clean, he had been for 8 months after the apocalypse had been stopped, but he made sure to get rid of anything and everything that could've tempted him.

So he dealt with the ghosts and the screaming and the nightmares- all for her. All for her.

He'd think about Dave when he though about her. How she was everything Dave would've wanted. How Dave would tell him he'd be a good- a great father. He didn't want to prove Dave wrong. He wanted to fit exactly what Dave had told him, he was determined to do so. He was going to be everything Dave had said he would be and more than the little girl could ever want.

It wasn't for another 2 months that she starting calling him Vati. Klaus was surprised to say the least but Grace congratulated him. And for the most part she settled into the siblings routine.

"Vati?" Y/N whimpered.

"Yes Pumpkin?"

"I stubbed my toe." She mumbled, looking at her foot.

"You did?" He picked her up. "'Which table needs to go outside."

"What?"

"Well, we gotta put the table outside. The table hurt you silly." He smiled at her and she giggled.

"Tables can't go outside Vati." Now completey forgetting about her toe.

"Yes they can! They totally can. They're special tables made just for the outside."

"Really?" She gasped.

"Really."

"Do we have one?"

"Unfortunately not."

"Aw." She pouted, looking behind him. She frowned, "why not?"

"We just don't have one. Sad I know."

"Can we get one?" She questioned, her eyes growing wide.

"I dont know."

"Aw why!"

"Well where would we put it?"

"Outside, Vati."

"True. Okay we're getting a table. Yay!"

"Yaaay!" She giggled and bounced in his arms.

Dinner went well, Ben messed around with Y/N, as did Diego surprisingly. Luther got annoyed but Allison thought it was cute, so she urged them to continue.

After dinner, it was a coloring contest, Allison was the judge since she was leaving for California the next day. Luther had gone upstairs at that point and Vanya was reading. Ben and Diego watched with small smiles.

"I'm finished!" She squealed.

"Oh let me see!" Klaus grinned, leaning over to look.

She gasped and snatched the book to her chest. "No! You'll steal my idea!

"I would not! I'm baffled that you'd accuse me of such a thing."

"Accuse?" She attempted to say.

"Accuse. It means to say some one did something." Ben smiled.

"Oh."

"I've finished! Allison. Judge time." Klaus picked up his book and put it face down. "Now put yours down. It has to be anonymous."

"Monanemous?"

"Anonymous."

"Amonmynous."

"Close." He laughed. "It means she can't know who's it is." She set the book down. "And we can't watch her judge either. So let's go!" He scooped her up and bounded into the next room.

She smiled and wrapped her arms his neck. "Vati?"

"Hm,"

"Do you know why I was left?" She looked at him, no longer smiling.

"No baby, I don't. But you're better off here." He grinned and kissed her head. "Because now you're with me."

The door to the room opened and Ben peaked in. "Your pieces have been judged. It's time." He bowed before leaving. Y/N bounced.

"Let's go!" She wiggled out of his arms and ran off into the next room, Klaus followed closely behind her.

"I've declared the winner, piece A." Allison held up Y/Ns book. She squealed but then frowned and turned to Klaus.

"Vati it's okay, maybe you'll win next time. So don't be sad."

Klaus smiled softly, "Oh I'm not." He said picking her up. "You're piece was soooo much better than mine."

She giggled. "You just gotta practice."

"Well it's late and time to get you to bed. We can practice tomorrow."

"And get the table?!"

"And get the table." He gently pinched her cheek and she nodded, resting her head on his shoulder.

He carried her upstairs and set her on the bathroom counter. He picked up her toothbrush, putting just a small ball of paste there and looking back at her.

"Say ahh."

"Ahhhh" she opened her mouth. He brushed her teeth while humming then tucked her into his bed. "Are you gonna come back upstairs?"

"Of course, I'll come back up soon." She nodded and yawned again, closing her eyes. He kissed her forehead and left quietly.

That night was rough. Klaus couldn't sleep, the spirits seemed to be really active that night, he wasn't sure why. They screamed at him, they called his name. They reached for him and cried. He wanted nothing more than to make them shut up. He wanted silence and peace. Once again he asked himself why it had to be him who saw the dead. What use did that have in anything? What did seeing demons and spirits contribute? How was that helpful?

For a moment, just a moment his mind drifted to drugs. But then he looked at the little girl, peacefully asleep, curled into him. His miniature reason.

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wenrene-amongothers · 5 years

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Wensunseul have their first couple dates and it goes great but seulgi has always felt like the middle man for Wensun. She wants her girls to get to know each other better one-on-one so she sets up a cute date for Sunmi and Wendy.

it's one of their monthly date nights, the few times they can find a full night to be all together. seulgi is at sunmi's apartment first ( since the rv dorm is rarely completey empty) to set things up. she cooks the best dinner she can while she waits for sunmi and wendy to arrive from the respective events. she sets up tons of blankets and pillows in the living room, and even finds fairy lights to hang up. she quickly eats some of the dinner, just in time for her girls to get home. she greets them happily, hugging them and giving loving kisses, before letting out a (fake) yawn.

"i'm so sorry to do this, but i think i'm just so tired from today that i'm gonna go to bed early," she says with a stretch.

"oh i'm sorry honey, look at all this work you did for us," sunmi says sadly, but seulgi is quick to shake her head.

"no no don't worry, we'll do it again soon. you guys enjoy the dinner and movie, let me know if you loved it. i lovr you girls, goodnight," she says, trying to scurry off before her obvious lie is detected. wendy and sunmi give her goodnight kisses, and she leaves down the hallway. just far enough for them to not see her, but close enough so she could hear.

"poor seul has been working so hard," she hears wendy say, followed by the sound of dishes moving around. sunmi agrees, and a light conversation about each other's days start.

seulgi sits on the floor, smiling at what she hears.

she listens for a while too, as the finish dinner and head to the living room, she hears them learn more about each other, flirt embarrassingly, and laugh. then everything goes quiet for a bit, and she assumes the movie is starting. she hears them kissing and is a little surprised, but happy with their comfortability with each other. it's not until she hears wendy start letting out little moans that she truly scurries off to the bedroom, finding herself really happy with how their individual relationship is progressing.

#wensunseul #seulgi #wendy #sunmi #red velvet

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erinelezabeth920 · 4 years

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Love in the Time Of

Anxiety. Is the first thing that comes to mind. Exhibit A- yesterday I woke up at 10:30 am. A thing unheard of for me without being out to 2am the night before, which rarely ever happens anymore. I generally like mornings. And it was Easter. And it was sunny and beautiful as all get up outside. I’m not a devout Christian, but I grew up going to church; I am closeted very spiritual, and I like human stories, community and meditative spaces. Therefore, Easter is usually the one day a year I like to go to church. It’s just a me thing; I was lucky to grow up in a progressive church so the guilt and pentinance thing doesn’t really bother me. My family was also just as likely to go out to breakfast at the local diner on a Sunday morning as we were to go to church. I think it was really just about the intentional time. (The hilarious part being that I grew up in a small town in Upstate New York, so we would have to leave the diner by 10:30 when church got out and the weekly patrons filed in for their cup of coffee and eggs tittering “oh HELLO Dunn family! We missed you today...” My dad would have his watch timed for a perfect exit. Today, empty nesters, my parents are devout patrons at what they call the Church of Danny Wegman, a Sunday morning grocery shopping ritual at Wegmans for any upstate New Yorkers out there. According to them, they’ve even converted a few friends.) So anyway I woke up at 10:30 and stayed in bed until 11:30. Christ has risen, but Erin definitely did not. The stone was rolled away to find me still lying in bed. Eventually I roused myself out of sheer hanger to eat leftover pizza and pour some cold brew from a can into a glass. I muttered something angry to Andy about playing video games and not making me breakfast because it was Easter so he should just KNOW that I wanted to wake up to a nice breakfast without any communication on my part. Duh. Ressurection indeed.

I was feeling hungry and sad and weird. You know that feeling when you sleep so much your body is confused about what time/ day it is and anything you should be feeling? Plus add the quarantine and the fact it was Sunday after a break from work aka Sunday scaries and the apartment was super dirty, because I’d been avoiding cleaning all week. I resented the sun outside, high in the sky, wishing I could roll back the clock four hours and calmly and serenly watch the sunrise out my window with the meditative curl of steam from my tea under a blanket, my cat softly lying next to me, contemplating the newness of the world. But it was almost noon, so here we are. After I ate my cold pizza and cold brew I got back into bed, waiting for Andy to be done with his video games and check on me so I could leech his energy. I laid in bed hating myself with inner monolouge like “Bitch, if you were single HOW do you think you’d be getting out of bed right now? Strong independent woman my ass” (Answer: I wouldn’t.) Credit to Andy though, he’s nothing but supportive and reliable even when I’m shooting angry looks across the apartment for no reason over my cold brew as he chats away merrily with his brother via Fortnite.

“I’m stuck,” I said as I laid under the covers. “I need an energy push. I want to stay in bed forever.” “Either not moving or going somewhere far away,” Andy said gently, nailing my reactions to anxiety (I had stayed up late the night before Googling School Psychologist jobs in small towns across the state). He laid down with with me for a moment, and then began breathing deeply vis a vis Terry Crews about to lift something gargantuous. “OKAY, HERE WE GO!” he yelled, and ripped the covers off, pushing me off the bed, pulling me up and and shoving me toward the bathroom with a towel. Again, credit to Andy.

The shower made me feel better. I think under all the anxiety and negative self-talk, I was really just sad. Easter has never been a huge holiday, but I always liked it in a kind of personal way, just connecting with spring, new beginnings etc. I missed my family I guess or any sense of celebration. And I get this thing like, I am a mental health professional, I teach yoga, therefor I shouldn’t have hard times during this, because I am above such petty emotions. (Logically it makes no sense, but the way our brains work it makes perfect sense.) I put on a nicer ish sweater and ripped jeans. Easter Sunday best, it’s all about doing the best we can. Our friends knocked on the door, and came in to stand safely in the doorway with a boquet of flowers and a bag of fried dandelions (what? but they were delicious I’ll have you know.) “Happy Easter!” they said. My towel was still on my head. My eyes would have almost teared up if I had been alert enough to feel emotions fully. They hung out for a bit in the doorway, pet the cat, then headed out. One of my friends had said he was practicing sleeping in to prep for a night volunteer shift, but only made it until 9:45 that morning. It made me feel like a lump. As they left, we said we’d go on a walk with them later. We didn’t. Flakiness doesn’t stop during a quarantine.

(flowes, fried dandelions and Felix) Andy made eggs after I complained he hadn’t made me breakfast (to which his response was, ‘I asked if you wanted breakfast and you grunted and went back to sleep.” Well... my anger is completey justifiable. Obviously.) We watched Lego Masters- Star Wars episode. It was really good. The sun fltered in. I wanted it to go away, or I wanted to have the energy to go out in it. I had a headache. My jaw hurt. I laid on the couch and read for hours intermittently scrolling through my phone and checking how many people had viewed my Instagram story, and then immediately hating myself for scrolling through my phone, until we finally found the motivation to do some cleaning while listening to a DnD podcast. That felt nice. Then we went on a walk still listening to the podcast. The characters were fighting a giant invisible spider. I felt tired, and noticed how far you could see into the foothills of the mountains. I’m scared, I said to Andy, that when things return to normal I’ll be sad. Not for like the deaths and economy and stuff, but this- that we can see so clearly to the mountains. What happens when that’s gone? We were going to cook, but felt lazy. We orded sushi. It was okay. We watched Return of the Jedi. During the Lego Masters episode one of the teams had built the battle of Endor and made all the Ewoks’ primitive weapons. It was cool. I liked all the trees and ferns. I wondered about Carrie Fischer in her skimpy Jabba outfit, how did she feel around all those men? I contemplated searching Pornhub later for spin offs and then felt weird about it. We drank wine. We turned the lights off. The cat meowed at the door to explore outside. I was annoyed at him, so Andy took him out. Andy went to bed. I laid on the couch and listened to a Brene Brown podcast about anxiety, My jaw still hurt. Anxiety she said, manifests in two ways. I thought okay Brene, sometimes you annoy me, because not to be pretenious here, but I know more about psychology than you. But you have a real way of getting people to listen. So I’ll listen. The two ways, she explained, are over and under performing. Over performers tend to do a million things, check off to-do lists, always have a task, something to be doing to stop themselves from feeling (I’m looking at all you bread makers. Just kidding, baking bread is a completely wholesome way of coping with free time, and really I’m just jealous...)

Underperformers on the other hand tend to shut down, need help from others, seem helpless from the outside, tend to fold under pressure, exuding low energy. Neither is better than the other, although society definitely favors the over performers. But in reality, both are just a way to avoid anxiety- keep it lurking in the shadows like the monster of a horror film, instead of bringing it out into the light. And we all know the suspension of an unknown movie monster is so much worse than after we’ve just seen the damn thing.

Then she went into birth order; first borns tend to be more over-performers with last borns more under-performing, which is fine and probably pretty true and all, but I don’t totally subscribe to those things as pre-destined. But I did like finding a name to a feeling or habit. Naming is the first way to remove power. I had been drastically underperforming all day. And it’s not even my fault. It’s just anxiety- that all of us have, lingering in the peripherals, and our habitual responses.

And honestly, that’s okay. I’d spent time with my partner. I’d seen friends and been the recipient of kindness. I’d gotten outside. I’d cleaned the apartment. We’d had dinner and watched a movie. We were fed, healthy and both have jobs. I’d even called my parents before they went to sleep to wish them happy Easter. Why can’t that just damn be enough?

Before I went to bed, I watched an online Easter church serivce from a local church. It was awkward. The pastor filmed himself walking around a cemetary. And yet, somehow, it felt nice. I felt a tiny bit part of something.

Check the facts honey. It is enough. It’s always enough. You’re enough.

And that’s love in the time of.

#mental health #quarantine #seattle #writing #non-fiction

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