#they ran out of tp years ago

[cats-aroace]

pjo tv show spoilers!!!

ahhhhh i just finished ep 8 and i have so many thoughts so be ready.

of course across the tv show there are things i love and things i dont necessary agree with but thats lofe and personal opinion so no hate from me here. cause if i too were rick and staftung reading through and adapting something i wrote about what 20 years ago i would change up plot holes and things that i thought would work better too.

i think all the actors were very talented and perfect for there roles.

i love the change of sally teaching percy mythology from a young age thats something i always thought that should of happened to begin with.

i didnt like the characterisation of gabe when watching the show if i hadnt read the books he was almost likeable i thought he was mildly funny i feel like they didnt make him cruel enough to justify the whole medusa thing.

loved the interactions between percy and grover before camp the lighting of percy in school without grover (blue toned) and percy in school with grover (warm toned) really showed how good of a friend he was. grover was so sweet and funny and had great lines cant wait to see him in a wedding dress.

loved percys interaction with mr d i thought it was totally in character and really was quite funny, mr d is just dying for that bottle of wine.

i didnt love the fact that everyone kinda avoided the topic that the gods igbored there children and arw pretty shitty for the majority of the tv show percy kept asking questions like the gods were like the average parent of anyone and no one thought to tell him 'hey percy the gods dont actually talk to their kids so thats why everyone gives you looks when you talk about there parents'.

thalia being pronounced the way it is threw me off but i knlw thats the actuall greek way of saying it so it dosent bother me (i will continue to pronounce it the way i do though)

i thought it was interesting that they had annabeth see the fates and not percy i don't have many comments on this just that it was interesting.

i loved the way they handled medusa and her story but still managed to make her a monster for percy to fight l, its a delicate line that i think they managed perfectly.

the arch i loved the way percy swapped places with annabeth great cinematic moment, i thought it was weird that they didnt have percy jump in trust of his dad xonsidering the way they have changed percys attitude towards gods as parents at the time during the show, but i thought the hand of posiedon saving him was great aswell.

also the arch being a temple of athena was a cool edition i thought they played athenas pettyness pretty good. i did like that annabeth wanted to go becuse architecture but i dont mind the change.

tunnel of love chefs kiss not more to be said really, other than hephaestus he gets it i always liked him as a god.

the way they had grover talk to ares and manipulate him into taking while also reading his emotions so cool i loved the edition so much and it really gave us an in look into both grover and ares as people.

the animal truck was nice i loved the percy and grover interactions about the animals thought it was funny. missed percy not talking to a zebra.

lotus hotel very cool loved the music choice, loved the design, cool that they know its the lotus eaters before they go in. loved the chat with hermes and grover meeting a satyr and playing his hunt the human game. the lost memorys gives a proper view into ehy people would stay there and not leave. also love the little 'bianca' and the two kids who ran past in purple shirts (romans??).

stealing hermes taxi to go to santa monica awesome, i questioned the choice of 4 pearls tp begin with cause i thought 'this will make the prophecy obsolete' but having watched it all now so good loved the choice cause of course posidon would never abandon his queen amongst mortals

the choic of them running out of time on there quest i dont understand was it necessary i dont think them having a day left still would have changed anything that still happened after show wise maybe a few conversations tweeked. (if anyone knows why let me know im curious)

crustys this was the only monster wich i didnt like the way they delt with, i think they had to do it this was as alot of this was percys thoughts in the book which they havent really been transfering to screen that well. i feel like we lost some of percts brutal fatal flaw here with him not killing him and his smarts of him convincing him to get in the bed and trap himself, thats percys thing see if annabeth has plan, persuasion, then fight.

also the underworld not being in DOA :( that was a cool idea so fun and its a pun but maybe for time issues they just resorted to crusty doesnt bother me that much but ill miss it.

percy not bartering with charon again taking away percys skill at persuasion. but not a big deal in long run (missed the drown in bath joke though)

the feilds of asphodel i thought jt was an interesting take, its described in the books as a really busy airports or station of some kind just loads of people standing everywhere. i tought ut was interesting that the souls became trees (does that mean hazel isnt a tree but just wanders amougst the trees?) the fact rhat they made it regrets aste what stick you in asphodel and turn you into a tree i didnt agree with asphodel is the place you go when your life is juat average not bad or evil and not heroic or extremely good, cause u telling me that any hero that goes to elysium dosent have regrets? also annabeth being the one with regrets weird take it should have been grover who regrets alot (thalia for example) but i get they did that cause like the books they were setting it up to look like annabeth was the traitor.

loved the inclusion story about luke hermes and may.

i loved the characterisation of hades i though he was quite accurate to how hades acts in the actual mythology and you can totally see where nico gets it from. just loved the whole interaction.

loved rhw choice of the pearls going back to manutak rather than santa monica.

the fight with ares loved kt was squeeling the entire time, ares beeing cocky and toying with percy, percy showing beast controll of the sea and finally the cut on ares ankle. but what aboutbthe curse! the curse ares puts on percys sword that bexomes relevent not onece but twice. that surely will mess up the fufillment if the prophecy for a possibel 3rd season as thats the whole reason he dosent fight atlas and takes the sky from artemis. so ill have to wait and see how they do that.

annabeth giving percy her beads 😊

calling children of the big three forbidden children its a nice edition that i like (kinda remids me of the fanfic son of seafoam)

the interaction with zeus pretty good liked it the way that zeus appears to be taking kronos somewhat seriously though, well we will se if that lasts.

posiedon stepping in and saving percy and then surrendering-- - my heart cant

pecry going back to camp and being celebrated great as he should. also live the percy luke flashbacks.

now my favourite way the show has changed the percy luke betrayal! i love the way thia changed i always thought that luke should have tried to recruit percy as he does in later books but percy dosent entertain as luke tried to kill him twice but i love that luke was all like percy we could run away and fight the gods. and thevlook on his face when annabeth throws a knife at him and the way percy sliced luke and immediately apologised because although hes angry he dosent acctually want to hurt him. and you can tell why people like luke and join him. obvs the way they have made the gods more likeable from the start means if you havent resd tbe books you probably dont understand lukes motivations as much but jes known the gods are shitty parents for much longer than percy as hed older and percy will get there one day but we all know how that ends up TLO.

percy annabeth and grover all making a promise to meet back at thalia next year so cute

percys dream about kronos really good gives information that made me jump with excitment as a book fan. sally coming to percy with a notebook to note down his dreams is telling in thats not the first time since camp that its happend. also is it his birthday i got the vibe its his birthday. percy telling his mum that kronos told him to tell her shes a good mum made me snort but its sweet that percy is trying to protect her.

over all i have many thoughts and opinions this isnt all of them and if anyone wants specific thoughts on certain things let me know.

i cant wait till s2 they just have to have a season 2!!!!!

sorry for the long post

#catsaroace #percy jackson #pjo #queer #books #pjo hoo toa #annabeth chase #pjo tv show #grover underwood #pjo tv spoilers #pjo tv series #pjo ep 6 #pjo ep 5 #pjo ep 7 #pjo episode 3 #pjo ep 4 #pjo ep 8 #pjo ep 1 #pjo ep 2 #luke castellan #kronos #ares #dionysus #poseidon #zeus #hermes #hephaestus #spoliers #opinions #dyslexic

[thrilling-oneway]

Okay I wanted to make a post about my thoughts on the SIF 2 announcement yesterday. Might be quite long we'll see.

1. SIF 2 was pretty inevitable. I saw this announced coming a mile away. I started playing SIF at the beginning of the end, or at least for the EN server (read: August 25th 2020). Iirc the first event after I started was the Aqours flower crown one with Dance with Minotaurus as the song. So after the old format of 2 SRs, but before the 1 UR + 1 SSR + old event SR format. That weird period where they ran 7 SRs and then a party card (that wasn't released until months later bc EN sucked ass). I've seen Step Up boxes get removed, I've watched unidolised cards disappear, I've watched the UR rarity become a joke. I gave up waiting for new songs to be permanently implemented and I gave up waiting for new Master charts. I was there when EN got shut down. I was there for the Niji sprite R/SRs and the Liella screenshot cards. And most recently when the new schedule has massively slowed the release of content so that we're only now getting stuff that should've been released months ago. This game has been dying for so long and I can tell why now. While I haven't heard any news yet about the server being closed permanently, I wouldn't be surprised if it happens shortly after the release of SIF 2. Tbh I'm surprised the game lasted this long; when the EN server shutdown was announced me and a friend joked about how it wouldn't even make it to 9 years.

2. Is it really SIF 2 if we've had All Stars, 3 After School Activity games and Paradise (if you really want to count Paradise)?

3. On a more positive note: SIF 2!! As much as I love SIF and owe so much to it, the game has really been wearing me out. This seems like such a refreshing change of pace! Obviously we don't really know much yet but I'm looking forward to it. I hope this revives the popularity of SIF too, since I would like to not get bots in an event lobby for once in a while.

4. The card art is definitely catching my attention. We've only been shown a preview of what I'm assuming is Honoka's initial unidolised card, but the art is so pretty! SIFAS has gorgeous card art and old SIF art also slaps so the art for this game shouldn't disappoint. I'm gonna miss the actual card shaped cards that SIF has but I don't mind the bigger landscape cards.

5. EVERY SONG. EVERY FUCKING SONG. IS IN THIS GAME. Oh my days they did it they fucking did it. Finally. Also the remix and solos during events has really caught my eye. I'm assuming solos is just using the preexisting solo mixes for all μ's and some of Aqours songs, but remixes has got me curious. Do they mean like the Paradise remixes that were on that one compilation album? Or the ones from Aqours lives? Or completely new ones?

6. As for gameplay I hope they keep the 9 icon charts from SIF. Not only does the 9 member thing work but also it's such a fun style that not many other games use. I mean I wouldn't mind overly if they changed it to the bandori/pjsekai play style, but I will miss the SIF style. Also I have muscle memory for almost every chart so I just don't want them tp change. And I think it would be funny to watch bandori/pjsekai players suffer at the hands of Hajimari Road, Nico Puri Joushi Dou and Binetsu Kara Mystery etc etc. If they keep the same charts I hope there's a way to transfer data. Also if they change the play style I'll reinstall enstars because I need to be good at something.

7. I don't really have anything to say about the story it mostly likely won't be canon so does it really matter?

8. In terms of events I hope they keep something similar to the original. Especially Companion Match and Challenge Festival. Those are good. Token Collection can die in a fire. I mean something similar to bandori would be fine too. But if it's just like pjsekai marathon events then I don't want it.

9. Boy do I have something to say about team building. Team building and strat has always been a big part of SIF, and I hope they keep it in this game. And preferably closer to how SIF handles it because I still Do Not Understand SIFAS team building. SIF strat is very easily accessible too, you just build attribute based teams and use the right one for the song you are playing. Obviously if attribute merely became an event gimmick I won't be too fussed - that's how it is in all the other games I play - but I would definitely miss team building. ALSO IF THEY USE THE SAME SKILLS AS SIF HAS CURRENTLY I'LL BAIL GO BACK TO FAIR RATES.

#miles plays llsif #long post #i don't think anyone should ever ask me to talk about love live school idol festival again unless you want something like this long

[iwhumpyou]

Masterlist.  Alien.

the vote.

~#~

Kushi adjusts the radio through all the frequencies, but she can’t pick up on anything other than static, and the faint sounds of soldiers on patrol.  She stifles a curse and glances warily at the other rooms.  They’re still dark, still silent.

Her family doesn’t quite understand why she’s so angry.  The Sanctuary is a place of hope, of safety, and two hundred new people pose a threat.  As it always does, as humans always react when faced with outsiders.

Kushi sighs and adjusts it to the frequency that their broadcast is on, even though she can’t hear anything.  “Anyone there?” she asks into the radio, waiting a beat.  “Anyone?”  Silence.

She sets her jaw.  “If anyone out there can hear me, I am Dr. Rao, a member of the Sanctuary Council.  To anyone who is planning to come to the Sanctuary - if you have an alien parasite, you will not be allowed inside.  The only treatment is experimental invasive surgery.  If this parasite is found to have reached your brain, you will be killed if you don’t consent to this surgery.  Please, turn back now.  There is nothing I can do to help you once you arrive.”

She waits for a long moment.  There is still only static.

Kushi exhales forcefully, and resists the urge to throw the radio at the wall.  Their haphazard contraption of wires and dented antennas won’t help her.  She needs a better radio.

She takes another glance, just to make sure no one is watching her, before slipping out of their quarters.

It isn’t far to the main building, and she avoids any patrols.  The locks are only on the doors that protect ‘sensitive’ material - the shielding that keeps the Sanctuary safe, Alexandra’s office, the hospital supplies, the storage warehouse.  The door to the control room is unlocked.

When she steps inside, a flashlight flickers to life and she freezes.  The control room is usually empty.

“Why are you doing this, Kushi?” Alexandra asks, tired and resigned.

“Doing what?” Kushi asks airily, mentally planning her own alibi - she was out for a stroll, she had a nightmare, she just wanted to check if everything was okay -

“I heard you,” Alexandra says flatly, and there go all her excuses.

“You also voted for a proposal to murder people, so I don’t think you can claim the high ground here,” Kushi snaps back.  She leans against the wall and crosses her arms, scowling in Alexandra’s direction.

“I understand that you don’t like this, Kushi, but we’re in a difficult situation,” Alexandra sighs, “They will die anyway if it’s in their brain, and they can’t get treatment anywhere else in a hundred mile radius.”

“You don’t know that they’ll die!” Kushi hisses, furious.

She’s interrupted by a voice behind her.  “Yes, we do.”  Kushi almost flails to get out of the doorway and Laden soon emerges from the gloom.

She moves to get as far away from him as possible, and he watches her silently.  Laden is a very good doctor, but he’s always given her chills.

“You don’t know that they’re going to die,” Kushi reiterates, “We know that Leon -”

“Leon is your shining example of their bright future?” Laden laughs, “I’m not sure he even qualifies as human anymore.  Either way, Dr. Rao, a walking corpse or one of Leon’s symbiotes, they will die.  Better sooner than later.”

“You will murder them,” Kushi says, gritting her teeth, “You’re supposed to be a doctor.”

“I am doing my best to protect the Sanctuary,” Laden says, no longer smiling, “Our home.”  He glares at her a moment longer before he nods to Alexandra and turns to leave, and Kushi is hit with a wave of resentment, of pure, condensed loathing.

“You’re a monster!” she shouts finally, as Laden is about to leave.  He pauses in the doorway, and she hopes the barb hit, hopes it sinks into his skin and holds fast, driving deeper with every slice of his scalpel.

“Yes,” he says.  His tone isn’t cold.  It’s defeated.  “Yes, I’m a monster.  I’m a monster, to keep you safe.”  Kushi snarls at that, automatically beginning to protest, but he whirls around, cutting her off.  

“I’m a monster, so that no mother has to press a gun between her child’s vacant eyes,” he snarls, “I’m a monster, so that no one has to make a decision between killing someone they love and watching an alien parade around in their corpse.  Yes, Kushi, I’m a monster.”

He takes a deep breath.  “Look around you,” he says, spreading his arms wide, “We live in a world of monsters.”

He glares at her for a long moment, exhaling harshly.  “We’ve always lived in a world of monsters.  The difference,” he says, his voice dropping low and intense, “Is that this planet is ours.”

#whump #whumpfic #alien #arc: sanctuary #medical ethics #post-apocalyptic world #discussions of ethics in a post-apocalyptic world #of all my stories #I didn't expect the alien apocalypse one #to suddenly become relevant #they ran out of tp years ago

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Fearfull Proposal

Summary: henry plans a romantic proposal... and instead of coming clean about your secret fear of heights and ruining his romantic plan, you put on a brave face... well until your nearing the top of the london eye.

Warnings: fear, fluff, swearing, typos.

You quivered as you rose higher and higher over londons skyline.

Fuck why? Why the fuck had you got in this dangling glass death trap. A faulty few bolts and you'd be plummeting into the fucking thames!

Henry was standing by the window looking out at the glittering lights in awe.

You were standing with your back turned to the houses of Parliament hands clutching the rail eitherside of you knuckles white. Knees knocking.

God this was the stupidest thing you'd ever fucking done! And it was your own fault.

"Babe, look! God big ben looks soo small never been on this at night"

You hummed nodding but continued looking to the floor.

Henry paused when you didnt correct him with the whole 'big ben is the bell' you usually countered

He turned looking back to you and his stomach dropped.

"Babe? Whoa are you okay there love?" He asked frowning as he saw your eyes clenched shut almost as if you were in pain.

You were trembling and pale to the point he fearded youd pass out.

"Here come sit down and relax, i packed some snacks-" he said placing the specially packed bag of snacks and screw top mini wine bottles.

"No! No I'm fine... I will just stay here... By the saftey bar" you said giggling nervously sparing him a glance and patting the metal you were holding onto for dear life..

Henry faltered and really took in your apperance unsure what to do. It wasn't like he could get you off, you had to ride the ride.

"Babe? Are you scared of heights?"

"Nooo dont be sillyeee- OH MY GOD IM GONNA FUCKING DIE!" you began laughing him off then screamed as the ride stopped.

Instantly you ducked crouching whilst wrapping your arms around the silver bar shouting bloody murder.

It didn't help you were bathed in purple light so couldn't see shit.

Henry got up and rushed to you standing over you arms rounding you holding you securly.

"No, no its fine love... shh its fine baby, they said it could stop to let people on poppet remember?" He said quickly rubbing your sides as you cowered trying to fend off the temptation to look at the thames below.

"Y-yeah fuck hen- im sorry i just..." you mewled turning towards him tucking your head to his chest.

"Scared of heights huh? Why didnt you tell me?" He sighed pressing kisses to your head as you whimpered adn the ride began moving once again.

"Because you went to all this trouble, you planned this surprise and i didnt want to ruin it, you were soo excited" you sniffled blinking at him.

"Hey shh you silly girl, you should have told me. You wouldnt have ruined anything you silly sausage" he cooed winding himself around you tighter.

He was actually annoyed at himself, how the fuck had he not known his girlfriend of a year and a half was scared of heights?

He'd suspected a fear of heights when you both went on holiday for your birthday, but youd managed to convince him it was a fear of flying and planes... not heights.

And come to think of it you didnt even like the glass lifts in shopping centers, you ran to the corner and held on eyes locked onto the doors the entire time.

So this was the worst surprize he could of planned for tonight. Things weren't going to plan. Fuck.

"Babe im sorry" he apologised feeling like an asshole.

"No no dont be, this was extremly sweet bear" you said quickly not wantin to make him feel bad fpr your own short commings.

"Theres noting sweet about terrifying you"

"Do... do you want to sit down? Ill hold you the entire time" he offered peaking to the central bench where both your bags sat.

"I.. yes okay i think sitting will be better" you said then yipped as he prompty scooped you up and placed you in his lap securly.

"Im so sorry love, I just wanted to make this special and romantic" he muttered holding you as close as he could letting you know that you were safe and sound.

"It is! It is love really im just a baby" you said quickly grasping his face pulling him closer before peppering his face with kisses.

"Your not a babe we all have our fears" he said quietly pressing his forehead to yours.

"You dont" you sighed closing your eyes trying to ignore the snails pace of the pod that still rose over london.

You could barely feel it, but your fear amplified it.

"Oh but i do~" he replied peering at you, as yur eyes fluttered open.

"Like what?" The questionnescaped before you could think.

"No" he said eyes now becoming worried, anxiety clouding them.

"No?"

"Yes, at the moment thats my biggest fear" he said releasing a shakey breath as you frowned at him not following but didnt dwell as your ees darted to the side seeing the houses

"You see, i was trying to be all romantic and wait untill we got tp the top, but i think you'll be too terrified"

"Henry?" You said leaning back unsure about the serious tone he seemed to take.

"I brought us here, to the spot we met two years ago today..." he said drawing deeper breaths as the reality of what was about to happen hit him.

"Was it really?" You asked surprized he'd remember something like that. Anniversary? Definitely. But the day you first met? And asked for a selfie with a series of embarrassing squeaks? No you didnt think he'd remember.

"Yep. I remember doing a promo and shoot on this thing, then got off and was sat next to you in wagamama"

"And i squeaked for a selfie" you groaned with a small giggle.

"Im glad you did, i scanned instagram for days after- scouring my hashtag trying to find you... i kicked myself for not getting your number~"

"I still cant belive you did that... but im gld you did henry"

"Who'd have thought the nervous little thing trying not to even breath in my direction would be my girlfriend six months down the line"

"Or that we'd last this long?" You quipped at him trying to reme,ber to breath.

"And.. hopefully a lifetime? Despite me dragging you intoyour actual living nightmare- which i promise to never do again! Not even lifts"

You scowled and tilted your head to him not sure if you heard him correctly.

Untill he pulled the small velvet box from his pocket.

"Henry?! What? You cant be serious?"

"Oh but i am love, as much as i want to do this right and drop to one knee i doubt you'll thank me for releasing you?"

"Dont you dare let me go!"

"I think you'll find im trying to do the opposite~" he chuckled opening the box revealing the simple elegant ring three tiny diamonds.

"Im trying to marry you..."

You gasped eyes glazing over as you locked on to the dainty ring pinched between his fingers.

"I love you y/n, and i want to know if you'd become my wife and share your life with me. Will you marry me?"

"Oh god yes of course its a yes henry i love you bear!" You cried throwing your arms around him making him grunt and quickly clench his fist arohnd the ring before he dropped it.

He groaned into you rocking from side to side littering your head with kisses before peeling you away to sit the ring on your finger.

You looked at the glittering stones on your finger weeping. You may have been cursing yourself for getting into this godforsaken glass bauble in the sky.

But now you were he happiest woman alive.

"I love you bear"

"I love you too"

"Would you like some wine? I brough the little cute bottles you like" he offered nodding to the bag of snacks.

"Err lets not push it hun" you whined not sure wine at this altitude was a good idea.

You kept glancing at him still sniffing and giggleing unable to look from your ring for long.

"Gotcha, no wine"

"You look surprized i said yes?"you quipped needing to talk and take your mind off the fact your at the tippity top.

"I made you face one of your nightmares i thought you'd slap me silly when i ask" he scoffed pressing a kiss to your cheek unable to stop.

"Never love... but please never ever get on this thing again okay?" You pleaded fluttering your lashes at him pleading.

"I swear. Never again, but seeing as this is our one and only ride we should take a few selfies? Mark the occasion?" He said standing letting your feet hit the floor but never once did he let go.

"Absolutly, gotta show off my new fiancé" you hummed rising to share another kiss with him not really paying attention to the height you'd now reached, you had more important things to think about. Like sharing the rest of your life with this glorious man.

"My thoughts exactly" he grinned pulling out his phone aiming it at the two of you, makeing sure to have the hand that rested on his chest donning his ring in shot.

#henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #oh for fic sake headcannon #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x y/n

[jmnjmnjmn]

Your Noona | Requested Idol!JK x NonIdol/Noona!Reader | Fluffy Oneshot

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x NonIdol/Noona!Reader

Sides: ChildhoodFriend!Taehyung, Friends!BTS

Keywords: noona, age gap, secret crush, f2l

Warnings: swearing

Word count: around 5,500

There is mention of a house warming party. In Korea it is somewhat traditional to bring over toilet paper and cleaning supplies when going to such gathering, so please don’t be surprised when YN talks about the stacks of tp in her apartment xd

Request

Inspo board

Masterlist

Noona

Noona is a word used by Korean males to address females older than them who they are close to (biological or not).

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With her leather handbag full of gifts and trinkets from France weighing on her shoulder, YN pressed the elevator button. She waited in front of the heavy steel door, staring at the bright red light-up sign above it.

“10, 9, 8.” She counted in her head as the numbers went down signalling the coming of the elevator. “7, 6, 5.” She sighed, unable to brush off the tiredness caused by the jetlag. “4, 3, 2, 1.” The door slid open with a quiet bell sound. YN hesitated before pressing in the correct number. “Was it 6th or 7th?” She whispered to herself, cursing at her forgetfulness. She ended up pressing both numbers.

Looking into the mirrored back wall of the elevator she checked herself out, making sure there were no imperfections in her outfit, hair, or makeup. Her camel-coloured coat reached right to her knees, leaving just the right amount of leg out to look cute, but not feel too cold in the winter’s cold weather. She unbuttoned the outer garment to take a look at the light brown mini skirt and blazer combo she wore today. Paired with an ecru blouse, nude tights, and white leather sneakers she looked rather casual than smart.

A robotic female voice announced the elevator’s arrival on the sixth floor of the building. YN looked out the door, unsure if that was where her best friend had his studio. She stepped out onto the somewhat familiar corridor, looking around for anyone to ask for directions. She walked down the long hallway, white lights above her head, unmarked doors to either side of her, unrecognizable chatter behind most of them.

“Where are you Kim Taaehyung?” She muttered under her breath, simultaneously reaching into the pocket of her coat to fish out her cellphone. “Tae-hyung-ie.” She syllabized while typing in her best friend’s name into her contacts. She raised the device to her ear right after starting the call. “Pick up, pick up, pick up.” She whispered quickly, hoping she didn’t drive out here for no reason. The static beeping noise was abruptly broken and replaced with the familiar low voice of a boy she knew since kindergarten.

“YN noona?” Taehyung asked and his surprised tone echoed through both of YN’s ears. She looked around, taken aback by the weird stereo effect she was experiencing. She turned to look behind her and saw one of the doors she passed by opening.

“Taehyung-ie, are you at your studio?” She asked, skipping over any greetings.

“Y- yes, why?” He answered her with another question. He wasn’t expecting her call and had to excuse himself from dance practice to pick up.

“Taehyung-ie!” YN exclaimed, seeing him walk out from behind the opening door and onto the bland corridor.

“Noona?!” Taehyung yelled into the phone making her wince at the incredible volume of his voice. “Oh my god!” He discarded his phone into the back pocket of his jeans before running up to and engulfing her in a suffocating hug. “YN noona!”

“Ah, seriously?” YN gasped out the bits of air that he didn’t manage to squeeze out of her lungs with his strong embrace. “Let go of me.” She groaned, pushing him away playfully. He had the sweetest boxy smile on his face and her expression wasn’t too far off of his.

“When did you come back?” He ran his hand through his black hair. It was still slightly curly with remains of the perm he got a couple of weeks back.

“Last night, you crazy person.” She chuckled, punching his arm and he squirmed jokingly.

“Ah, noona.” He sighed, his eyes dreamy with all the happiness he was experiencing at this moment. Spontaneously he threw his arm around her shoulders, bringing her into a side hug. “I missed you.” YN felt her heart growing warmer with every second.

“I missed you too, Taehyung.” She admitted without hesitation earning a giggle from her friend.

“Why are you here?” He asked after a moment, realizing she should be thousands of kilometres away, working in her company’s European branch. “I mean- I thought you weren’t coming back until next Chuseok.” He corrected himself not to sound rude.

“Yeah, well I got bored of Paris.” She shrugged, unconvincingly since there was a mischievous grin plastered across her face.

“Bored? Of Paris? You?” He cocked his eyebrow at her, knowing she’s withholding some juicy piece of information from him.

“I just missed Korea too much to stay away for any longer.” She looked up at him with that same grin.

“Yeah, right.” He scoffed.

“And…” She elongated the word as she slipped from under his arm and stopped to stand face to face with him. “I got a promotion!” She finally exclaimed, grabbing his hands in hers.

“Congratulations!” He screamed out, matching her excited pitch.

“Thank you!” They jumped up and down, tugging on each other’s hands for a moment longer before Taehyung stopped to ask an obvious question.

“So who are you now?” YN smiled, happy to hear him ask about her new position.

“Say ‘hello’ to Y/Company’s/N’s youngest C.A.O..” She said in a jokingly seductive tone, smiling brightly. 

“What is that?” Taehyung scrunched his eyebrows in a frown. YN exhaled a chuckle at his lack of knowledge about company titles.

“God, it’s- it’s Chief Administrative Officer.” She explained but seeing his expression stay the same as it was she decided to go deeper into the description of the post. “It means I’m a top-tier executive who supervises daily operations of the company and I’m also responsible for its overall performance.”

“That’s good.” He nodded unsure if it was good.

“Hell yeah, it is!” YN laughed, wrapping her arm around his shoulders with some struggle since he was now taller than she was.

“Does that mean you’re moving back to Korea?” He looked at her with hope, but she didn’t notice as her gaze was directed forward.

“Yeah, at least for a couple of years.” Taehyung shoved her arm off of himself in shock.

“A couple of- that’s great, YN!” He pushed his chest against her face when he suddenly hugged her tightly. “I’m so happy for you!” He screamed, rocking them both side to side.

“Thank you!” She snaked her arms around his waist before pushing away. She was usually the one breaking hugs and ending sad goodbye’s because if it was up to Taehyung she would never leave his side. “I’m also so very happy, but still, a little bummed I had to leave my Parisian life behind.” She whined slightly, looking down onto her fumbling hands.

“Ah, but now you’ll start your Seoul life again.” Taehyung spoke in a tone of a visionary. He put his arm behind her back and used the other to drag over the imaginary horizon. “With me by your side, it won’t be that bad.” He added quickly.

“Won’t be bad at all.” She chuckled, putting an elbow to his side.

“That’s what I like to hear!” He laughed out. “So, when are you buying me dinner?” YN scoffed at his forwardness. Sometimes he just loved to take advantage of their month-long age gap.

“Who do you think-” She was getting ready to teasingly scold him, but interrupted her with a loud call.

“Jungkook-ie!” He exclaimed, looking to the door he earlier exited. “Look who’s here to buy us dinner.”

“You little- wait, that’s-”

YN barely managed to keep her jaw from dropping at the sight of the boy she last saw about a year ago - face to face at least. She saw all the boys of BTS all the time during her Skype calls with Taehyung, they’d often drop by to chat or whatnot, Jungkook included, but seeing him in real life… Was an experience, to say the least. He was fit, there was no way around it. Well dressed. With a handsome face and a good haircut. YN sighed as she was reminded of her small crush on the boy.

To add gasoline to the flame Jungkook had a similar experience seeing YN, standing under his hyung’s arm in the middle of the sixth floor’s corridor looking so… Breathtaking. Ever since he realized he had a crush on her he… He merely couldn’t find any other way to describe her. She changed so much in the passing years, evolved, grew into herself. He wasn’t expecting to see her and if she paid him enough mind she would notice how shocked and flustered he was. However, preoccupied with the excitement of seeing her best friend again and the time pressure of having to go meet her realtor in just a short while she didn’t. Jungkook inhaled sharply in an attempt to calm himself down and stop the racing of thoughts in his head.

“YN noona!” He exclaimed with excitement and shock lining his voice. “When did you-”

“Last night.” Taehyung interrupted him, dragging YN under his arm to walk closer to the other boy.

“And for how-”

“For good!” He interrupted him again and Jungkook’s eyes widened at the prospect of seeing YN more often because if she was going to stay in Seoul she was most definitely going to hang out with Taehyung and if she hung out with him he could tag along and stare at her all he wanted, admiring her beauty, getting lost in the sweet sound of her voice, the smell of her-

“Hey, that’s not decided.” YN replied, poking her best friend in the side and removing Jungkook out of his daydream.

“For a couple of years at least.” Taehyung explained by quoting her earlier words.

“That’s great.” He smiled at her as they stood right by each other now. “It’s so nice to see you again. You look healthy.” She smiled at his kindhearted comment, not paying it much mind while he cursed himself out in his head for not saying something more personal or meaningful.

“So, noona what are we eating?” Taehyung asked, rubbing her shoulder.

“Nothing, Taehyung!” She scolded him, instantly jumping from under his heavy arm. “I only came by to say ‘hello’ and give you…” She reached into her purse and pulled out a big paper bag. “This.” As soon as she showed them the packageTaehyung’s hands were already on it, discarding the bag and opening the box hidden inside.

“Yes!” He hummed, looking inside to see a bunch of miniature croissants with different toppings and fillings, ones YN always raved about and promised to bring over whenever she was going to visit.

“I hope you like them as much as I do.” She said smiling at the content in his eyes. As much as she hated having to pay for his meals when they ate together she also loved seeing him get excited over certain dishes and simply eat. “Just don’t eat them all in one sitting.” She cautioned him already imagining the stomach ache he would have to endure if he did that. “And leave some for your friends.” She added gesturing to Jungkook’s hungry stare.

“I won’t, noona.” He assured her quickly and closed the box.

“I have an apartment viewing in about…” She glanced at her wristwatch and noticing how late it was already she sighed slightly. “Ten minutes. I’ll buy you dinner next time.” Taehyung pouted sweetly at the sound of her words even though he knew there was no way for him to get out of the studio right now.

“You’ll have to invite us over to your new place, noona.” YN smiled warmly at Jungkook who finally spoke up again. He smiled brightly at her, showing his bunny-like teeth she adored.

“Ah, I work a lot.” She breathed out, imagining how would be hosting the entirety of BTS in a tiny studio apartment because there was no way she could afford anything more if she wanted to live close to her work in Gangnam-gu. At least not yet. “I don’t know if my schedule will allow me to do that.”

“Is that your excuse to get out of treating us?” Taehyung teased her, pulling on the sleeve of her woollen coat.

“How did you know?” She shot right back with a cheeky smirk that quickly turned into a loving smile. “Keep reminding me.” YN wrapped her arm around his back to pat it caringly. “Hopefully soon our plans will align and then I will buy both of you whatever you want.” Both boys smiled with hope glistening in their eyes at her promise.

-

“Coming!” Jungkook heard YN’s muffled voice right after he pressed on the bell. He swallowed loudly and within seconds she opened the door. Dressed in more of a laid back outfit than he was used to seeing her in - a simple t-shirt, a pair of high waisted beige pants and thinly rimmed silver glasses - she still managed to both knock the wind out of his chest and make him feel underdressed. “Hi! Oh-” Her happy expression faded into a slightly confused one. “I thought you would come over together.” She stepped to the side to let him walk past her and inside the apartment.

“Ah, didn’t Hyung tell you?” He asked, slipping his black boots off as she locked the door behind him. “He had to stay late for dance practice. He said to order without him.”

“No, Taehyung called me already.” Jungkook barely stopped himself from grinning. Taehyung’s last-minute call to YN was part of a much bigger plan. “I meant Jimin Oppa.” She clarified, leaving her keys in the lock. “I thought he would come with you.” Jungkook scrunched his eyebrows, hoping his acting skills were good enough to make his performance believable to her.

“I meant Jimin Hyung too.” He slipped off his jacket and she took it to place it on a hidden hanger in a closet behind her. “He’s still at the studio. I didn’t see Taehyunf-ie Hyung there.” He added.

“Oh. Weird. ” YN frowned in confusion. “None of them said anything in the group chat or anything. I mean Taehyung called me, but-”

“Ah, Jimin must have just forgotten.” He shrugged, playing it off. “You know how he is.”

“I guess.” She nodded before turning to face him. In the thin hallway of her apartment there couldn’t be more than forty centimetres of space between them - an amount that to Jungkook seemed like an unswimmable ocean at this moment.

“So it’s just the two of us until they decide they’ve had enough dancing for the night.” He smiled, feeling the blush creeping up onto his ears and slowly making its way onto his cheeks.

“If they decide that.” She giggled only making him feel warmer in the face.

“So, noona, will you show me around?” He asked in hopes of taking her piercing gaze off him so she didn’t notice his nervous state.

“Yes, of course.” She exclaimed, excited all of a sudden. “So where we are now is my tiny genkan.” She gestured to the small space they stood in - a lowered, tiled area, a little smaller than a square meter. “Here is my wall of closets.” She tapped on the white doors behind her, hiding tons of storage much needed in an apartment as small as this one. “Here is my tiny bathroom.” She walked to the door next to him, switching on the lights to reveal a modern bathroom - something hard to come by in buildings that weren’t newbuilds. “Please don’t mind the toilet paper stacks, I’ve had friends come over for a housewarming party last weekend.” She chuckled, pointing to the surprising amount of toilet paper stacked under the shower. From the bathroom she led him to the main space of the flat. “Here is my kitchen-living-dining-office-room combo.” The room wasn’t big, but it somehow still managed to fit a kitchenette, bar and coffee table, some shelves, and a decently sized couch. “In that nook over there is my bed, you can’t really call that a bedroom, but it’s fine and here- here is my favourite part of this whole place.” YN almost skipped to the large sliding door on the back wall of the apartment. She pulled on it and gestured for him to take a peek inside. “The sunroom!” She exclaimed happily. “It’s dark now, but believe me in the mornings it’s just breathtaking.” Jungkook smiled at the sound of the word.

“Yeah, I bet.” He murmured, glancing over the small rectangular space constructed of mostly windows where YN put up some plants and a tiny table with chairs.

“What do you think?” She asked leaning on the door frame, dangerously close to him.

Truth be told her apartment was everything he expected it to be. Small, but not cramped. Neatly decorated and clean, but not entirely perfect. It didn’t give off a vibe of being creepily overplanned as if taken out of an IKEA booklet. It felt warm and homey, but most importantly it smelled of her which he simply adored. 

“It’s nice.” He smiled, looking down at her. “Cozy. It suits you.” She batted her eyelashes, playing shy.

“Thanks.” She muttered before looking straight at him again. “You hungry already?”

“Starving.” Jungkook breathed out with a slight chuckle, letting the tension in his body loose.

“Let’s order then.” She chirped, reaching for her phone to scour the apps for something tasty.

-

Jungkook’s eyes widened, staying focused on YN’s throat while she downed almost the entirety of her glass. The two of them sat on the carpet-covered floor of her apartment, back resting against her sofa, soft music playing from a Bluetooth speaker in the background, boxes of chicken and fries on the coffee table.

“Drink slower or you’ll get in trouble.” He chuckled, licking his fingers clean from the chicken he just ate.

“This is my first beer.” She shot back, almost choking on the last sip of the fizzy beverage.

“You don’t want it to be the last.” He said in a jokingly warning tone earning an overdramatic eye roll from the girl. “Drinking fast makes you get drunk faster. It was scientifically proven that-”

“Ah, let me do what I want.” She interrupted him, laughing through her words. “If you weren’t Taehyung’s friend I would kick you out already.”

“No, you wouldn’t.” He smirked, hoping for his words to ring true and with the way she smiled at him he was almost certain they would. “Something came to my mind on my way here.” YN leaned her head against her bent leg and hummed, signalizing for him to go on. “Knowing your future is the shittiest feeling of all.”

“Yeah?” She looked up at him curiously, resting her chin on her knee now to see him better. “What’s your shitty fortune then?” Jungkook sighed, letting his head fall back onto the soft cushions of the couch behind him.

“I’ll live my life the way I am expected to.” He murmured. “I’ll show up where I’m needed. I’ll sing when people want to hear it. Dance when they want to see it.” His words carried an unimaginable weight with them. A weight YN imagined would break any other man, but not him. “I’ll get married in my late thirties or early forties, because ‘what even is an idol that’s not single?’.” He chuckled sadly. “And after all that I’ll fade away and- what?” He stopped his reasoning as the sudden sound of her muffled scoff.

“You won’t fade away.” She shook her head and straightened up. Hearing Jungkook say all of that made her heart ache. “You’re too good for that.” She patted his shoulder firmly. “Too cool.”

“You think I’m cool?” He muttered out the question so quietly it got drowned out by YN’s next argument.

“Also you have to create your fate.” She said in a stern tone that Jungkook couldn’t possibly take seriously after hearing her call him cool. “I think I heard that in one of your guys’ songs.” 

“Am I cool to you?” He repeated himself.

“Don’t interrupt me.” She scolded him, taking advantage of their age gap. “You can change your life depending on what you do, Jungkook-ah.” She looked into his deep brown eyes and seeing an unfamiliar shine in the otherwise perfect irises she decided to add one more comment to her speech. “Just don’t do anything too reckless.” She rested her hand on his shoulder for a second. “I would hate to watch you getting hurt.”

Jungkook smiled at her, sincerely, with all his heart. Her words gave him hope and courage. He breathed in sharply, showing off his bunny-like teeth in a wide smile.

“All the girls I dated- ah, it sounds like I dated a lot of girls.” He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “All those girls, those moments…” He continued despite knowing she must be a little taken aback by the change in topics. The two of them never talked about their romantic lives with each other for which he was grateful because if he heard of even one boy that wasn’t him hitting on YN he was sure he’d implode. “I thought that was what love feels, but in reality, it might not have been love at all.” YN frowned sadly, her eyes still on his, getting lost in their beauty. “Not true love at least.”

“What even is true love?” She scoffed, breaking eye contact. If she was going to say what she thought of just seconds ago she couldn’t be looking at him. “I’ve never been in love.” She confessed without much hesitation now that she averted her gaze.

“Never?” She simply hummed out an agreement while looking at her feet on the fuzzy rug. “I have. Actually, I still am.” YN smiled, but her gaze remained down.

“Lucky you.” Jungkook traced her movements with caution, not wanting to say too much or too little. This moment was important and he wasn’t going to mess it up.

“Yeah. There might be some luck in my situation.” He was being vague and she easily read it in his voice that he wanted her to ask him more. As new as this situation was - since she never talked to Jungkook about this kind of stuff - it also felt almost natural.

“Are you together?” He stayed silent so she decided upon explaining her question further. “With the girl that you’re in love with.”

“Ah.” He exhaled weakly, leaning his head on the couch again, but keeping his eyes on her. “Not entirely.” YN looked at his blonde hair scattered on the grey cushioning of the sofa. Later her stare travelled to his forehead, his strong eyebrows and then his deep brown eyes that contrasted so perfectly with the lightness of his hair.

“How so?” The corner of his lips tugged upwards as she took the bait he was trying to give her.

“Well, we’re not dating-” His eyelids fell slightly as his gaze went to her lips and then opened back up as it came to her eyes again. “- but we are in the same room.” YN exhaled a slight chuckle and smiled at him sweetly.

“You are a lot smoother than the last time we talked.” She admitted, still hugging onto the leg she had up to her chest. She felt oddly comfortable with his corny confession, taking it as a weak joke of some sort.

“Smooth enough to get you to agree to go on a date with me?” He asked, staying in the same relaxed position. YN shook her head slightly, looking down once more, releasing it might have not been kidding.

“I’m your noona.” She muttered under her breath. Jungkook shifted from his previous spot and shuffled to sit closer to her. At this point YN was sure he wasn’t kidding though she kind of wished for him to be.

“By less than two years.” He said sternly, sitting right in front of her, scanning her face up and down while she didn’t dare to even glance at him.

“Still, it’s-”

“It’s what?” He interrupted her at which she lifted her face, making their eyes meet. The glimmer she noticed said it all.

“Inappropriate.” She seeped through gritted teeth. YN never thought the boy could see her as anything more than his senior, his noona, his bandmates childhood best friend who bought him dinner whenever she came over.

“Pft.” Jungkook scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Says who?” He asked, cocking his eyebrow.

“Everyone, Jungkook.” She declared and raised her finger at him right as he opened his mouth. “And don’t say ‘fuck everyone’!” He shook his head before coming up with a different comeback.

“So stop making excuses and face your feelings.” This time it was her that scoffed.

“Who says I have any feelings for you?” Jungkook felt his stomach turn. He considered getting rejected, but coming face to face with it he wasn’t prepared to take that blow.

“M- my gut.” He stuttered.

“Your gut?” She shot him a patronizing stare. Seeing that look in her eyes angered him and anger gave him a rush of courage he needed.

“Yes. Stop repeating my words.”

“Stop disrespecting your noona.”

“Stop taking advantage of our age gap.” YN sighed breaking the staring contest and brought her other leg up as if to shield herself from him. “If we were in Paris or Madrid or anywhere else you lived while you were working in Europe you wouldn’t think twice about it and you know it. If the roles were reversed and I was older it wouldn’t be a problem either.” He spoke from his heart and she knew he was right. “Why is it suddenly so important when you’re in Korea?” She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to stop herself from blowing up on the poor boy. He wasn’t the one to blame for the norms generally applicable in Korea when it came to dating.

“Because of societal rules.” She uttered out quietly. Feeling the pain in her voice made Jungkook want to be close to her, wrap his arms around her and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, but he didn’t want to cross any lines so he opted for just shifting closer to her. Close enough so the sides of his thighs touched her curled up legs.

“It’s two years.” He whispered, twirling a piece of her hair between his fingers. “Barely two years.”

“To you.” YN murmured, faced away from him.

“And to you?” Her shoulders rose and fell down abruptly as she sighed deeply.

“Stop it.”

“My mom is older than my dad.” He started slowly, now stroking her arm. “By two years too.”

“Is she?” He smiled at the hopeful change in her tone.

“Yeah.” He purred. “And to make it even less socially acceptable she was the one that hit on my dad, not the other way around.” YN chuckled, sending a shiver of excitement down his back.

“So that’s where you get your determination from.” Jungkook hummed in agreement.

“You bet.” YN straightened up, pushing his hand away. With great struggle, she managed to look him in the eyes again.

“Jungkook-ah, I-”

“YN Noona, I like you. A lot.” He interrupted her as soon as their stares met. “And your age was never a factor in me coming to those feelings.”

She stayed silent for a moment after he said that, keeping eye contact and after that short while Jungkook saw her legs drop down as she came into a kneel. Her soft palms made contact with the warmth of his cheeks bringing his lips to her own. His hands instantly travelled to her waist, guiding her to sit in his lap, her legs draped to the side. She teased him by biting on his lower lip lightly, asking for him to open his mouth to her and he did, allowing her tongue to dance alongside his as if they kissed like this a million times before.

“How am I going to tell Taehyung about this?” YN asked after breaking the kiss. Her fingers were tangled in his hair, his hands caressed the bare skin of her back under her t-shirt.

“He already knows.” Jungkook smiled against her lips as he leaned forward to plant a wet peck on them.

“What?” YN looked at him wide eyed and he smiled brighter. Her gaze fell down to the space between their chests as she felt a hint of pinkish lush blossom on her cheeks.

“Did you really think both him and Jimin had to bail last minute, leaving me and you all alone?” Jungkook grazed his nose over hers in an attempt to get her to look back at him again, but it didn’t work. “I told Hyung I was going to confess to you this morning.” Her eyelashes fluttered slowly and he was able to look into her shining eyes once again. “He came up with this plan and even cheered me on.”

“Really?” YN asked in disbelief, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting them upon his shoulders. He liked it, the weight of her body on him, it made him feel strong and needed. 

“Yeah, I told him that I liked you a long time ago.” He noticed the questioning raise of her eyebrows, but kept talking as if he didn’t. “Ever since then he’s been teasing me about it, but when I spoke to him this morning he was so serious.” Jungkook rolled his head back exhaling a small laugh at the memory of the conversation he had with Taehyung earlier in the day. The small movement exposed the skin of his neck to YN and her eyes naturally travelled to the surface she never before paid much attention to, but now wanted to shower with not only kisses. “He even gave me a speech about how I can’t ever be mean to you and ruin your guys’ friendship and that I should treat you right-”

“And will you?” She tugged on his shoulders lightly, but he was faster in his reaction. He straightened up and rested his forehead against hers.

“Are you kidding me? Of course.” He spoke in a low, calm voice. “So?”

“So what?” YN smiled, running her fingers through the hair on the back of his head - a motion he already grew to love.

“Are we like a thing now?” He grinned without hiding his excitement. Jungkook wanted them to be ‘a thing’, something, anything, as long as it was him and her.

“Take me out first and then I’ll make up my mind.” She joked, keeping the same smile on her lips. Jungkook leaned forward, pulling her hips closer as their mouth crashed in a quick yet passionate kiss.

“What are we waiting for then?” He smirked into the kiss. “Let’s go.”

“Now?” She asked, pushing his chest away so she could see him whole and make sure he wasn’t joking. 

“It’s still early.” He shrugged, bringing his hands to her upper back. “We can fit in a romantic walk by the river and I’ll treat you to a ridiculously expensive dessert after.” YN chuckled at his simple proposition. It seemed so heartfelt, so tempting. She let her hands travel mindlessly from his hair to his shoulders, then neck, jaw. She pulled him in to leave a sweet peck on his hungry lips.

“Lead the way.”

#jk #jjk #bts jjk #bts #bts!au #bts!idol #idol!bts #idol x reader #noon #your noona #idol!jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkookxreader #jungkookxnoona #jungkook x noona #noona reader #idol imagine #bts imagines #bts idol imagine #kpop imagine #bts imagine #bts scenarios #scs #bts scenario #scenario #scenarios #au #jk!au #jungkook!au #bangtan

[baallover]

MORDETWI ANGST.

Mordecai never thought it would end like this. It all started 16 years ago.

“Mordecai hubby wubby my little birdy 🥺” “Hey twilight!” “Do you wanna for go for a movie night tonight???” “Of course twi! Where though?” “In our house so we can cuddle” “aww sure twilight!” He was just using twilight to get closer to pinkie. he’d never thought he’d fall inlove with twilight.

THE NEXT DAY.

(I got lazy for the colors so no more 😒)

“Mordecai!” “Yes dear?” “I’m going to hang out with pinkie pie!” Pinkie? I havent seen them in a while, maybe I should visit? He thought. “Twilight?”

“Hm?” She responded as she was getting ready. “May I come? I havent seen pinkie in quite a while.” “Oh! Sure!” (30 minutes later) “Pinkie? We’re here!” “Huh? ‘We’?” Pinkie said as they opened the door. “Yes, Ive brought my boyfriend! Mordecai.” Little did twilight know, pinkie had quite a crush on mordecai..for years even..they never even thought about moving on.. “oh..” “is something wrong pinkie?” “Nope absolutely not!” “Now come in! You’ve been standing outside for way too long!” As they walk in, gummy greets them. Quite a few hours later…. “Oh pinkie, you’re so funny!” Said mordecai. “O-oh…uhm th-thanks…I appreciate it..” “We should all hang out more!” Said twilight as she butt innthe conversation. “yeah..we..” pinkie said sadly. “Is there sometjing wrong pinkie?” “Yes No no of course not! What makes you think that haha?” “Well..alright.”

They always hang out so much..so much.,until it was only mordecai and pinkie… “MORDECAI.” “Why are you shouting twilight?” “YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN HANGING OUT WITH PINKIE. PINKIE PINKIE PINKIE. WE’RE NEVER TOGETHER ANYMORE.” “WHY ARE YOU SO JEALOUS TWILIGHT? I TOLD YOU, SHES JUST A FRIEND.” “WELL APPARENTLY YOU DONT EVEN WANT ME ANYMORE FROM HOW MUCH WE’RE NEVER TOGETHER.” “MAYBE THATS THE TRUTH. MAYBE I NEVER DID WANT YOU. MAYBE I JUST USED YOU TO GET CLOSER TO PINKIE.” Tears run down twilights face. As mordecai realize what he’s said, its already too late.. “g-get out of my house. Now,” “twilight dear..please I didnt mean that..please forgive me..” “No. From your eyes I could tell..that was the truth..get out of my house and never come back.” Mordecai said nothing..walking out sadly into the rain, where will he go now? Its dark, raining and cold. He suddenly thought of pinkie. He ran as fast as he could to pinkie’s. *knock knock* “HUH? MORDECAI? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE AT THIS TIME?.” “I’ll explain..please just let me inside..” “come in come in” after he dried off, he explained everything to pinkie. “Oh thats horrible..” “yeaa..” “mordecai I have something to tell you.” “Hm?” “I like you..I..I’ve liked you since the beginning, I was so jealous when I found out twilight had you has a bf..” “I feel the same..I really love you.” Months after months past by..no sign of twilight anywhere, nobody has seen her. Until a pony comes up to mordecai. “Please find twilight, please…” “but-“ “PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU!” “Okay..” mordecai has an idea of where twilight is, their special spot. He walks and walks there..only to find a body of a dying twilight. “TWILIGHT? WHO DID THIS TO YOU?” “D..dont act like you c-care now..” “please answer me twilight..” “Twilight?” “TWILIGHT?” He shakes her body, no response. “No..no no no no no..this is all my fault.. I did this…im sorry…” he carries her body back into the village. He earned many gasps, next day the body was buried. He began drinking, more and more each day. His relationship with pinkie was failing also. “UGH. I CANT STAND YOU MORDECAI! ALL YOU DO NOW IS DRINK AND THINK ABOUT TWILIGHT. WE’RE OVER.” “INSULT ME ALL YOU LIKE. BUT DONT YOU DARE BRING TWILIGHT INTO THIS.” He rushes out of the house in the dead of night tp twilights grave..I’m sorry twilight..im so..so sorry…” His cries turns into sobs. How could he be so foolish and stupid?

ONE LIKE FOR PART 2!

Honestly, now that im fully awake wtf is this and why’d I make it.

#Spotify #mordetwi #twilight #twilight sparkle #mordecai #genshin #genshin angst

[dreamescapeswriting]

Secret Santa ~ KNJ [Day Seventeen: Advent Calendar]

WORD COUNT: 2.9K

GENRE: Fluffy, friends to lovers, angst? (idk if its angst, maybe a little im sorry!!) fluffy ending, first kiss, Christmas prompts

PAIRING: Kim Namjoon x Fem!Reader

The BigHit lounge was unusually cold this morning, you were sitting on the sofa with Kai and Jimin curled up under a thick blanket Jimin had managed to steal from Yoongi's studio.

"If he finds us with this, you're taking the heat." You mumbled to Jimin as Kai came over to the sofa holding a cup of hot chocolate to help you warm up, it had been snowing all night and morning you were surprised you were still here.

"Yoongi won't mind, he loves you," Kai added when he saw Jimin struggling to come up with something to say, you rolled your eyes at the two of them as they snuggled up with you.

"Are we still doing secret Santa today?" You questioned as you began blowing cold air into the top of your hot chocolate dying to get a sip of it already. It was a week before everyone would be going on the Christmas break which meant it was time for cheesy gifts and a mini Christmas at the BigHit building like they did every year but this year was different. This year you'd somehow been roped into joining in on the idols Secret Santa game, you were putting the full blame onto your best friend -- Jungkook -- who seemed to be more than excited for you to be participating in it this year.

"Yeah, Jungkook said he'll bring the bucket with names in around later. Do you have training?" Jimin asked as he put his cup down on the coffee table, you weren't an idol like them. You'd been an actress under BigHit for a long time and now you were finally starting to kick start your singing career along with another solo singer that had recently joined BigHit.

"I've got the next two weeks off, I saved my holiday days," You smiled at him smugly and he glared at you, you knew Jimin liked to use his holiday day's right away whenever he could.

"Look at me taking the time-" He was cut off from mocking you when the door to the lounge opened and Jungkook appeared there holding a bowl of names. Unknown to you and the boys there was a second bowl sitting underneath the first one with Namjoon's name scribbled all over the pieces of paper so he could insure you got him and you could be his secret Santa. He'd been planning this for weeks wanting you to get him so you could somehow confess your feelings to him. You'd been best friends with Jungkook for years, long before he joined BigHit which meant you were now close to the boys, spending a lot of time with them. You eventually grew one-sided feelings for Namjoon which didn't go unnoticed by your best friend who was quick to try and make things work between you both. It didn't work out well though when you couldn't even be in a room alone with Namjoon if someone else was with you though you both seemed to get along perfectly together and it was like you had been close friends for a while.

"Jimin and Kai first," The boys jumped out of their seats ready to take names from the bowl. Kait ended up picking Yoongi and Jimin got Jungkook so they wanted to head out shopping right away,

"I'll go later. Going to wait for the snow to stop." You told them as you said goodbye, while you were busy Jungkook switched the bowls over so Namjoon's name would be the only one you could pick out and he smiled innocently at you,

"I'll take you shopping at the weekend, you can help me pick something for Soobin," He chuckled trying to make it seem as though this was a normal conversation and that he wasn't nervous about you picking out a name.

"Can I go again?" You stuttered out when you unrolled the piece of paper,

"Nope, first choice only." You whined out as he put the bowl down and peaked to look at who you got as if he didn't already know.

"Do you know what to get him?" You nodded your head slowly, it would be a lie if you hadn't already thought it through the moment you saw his name on that tiny piece of paper.

"Is there a budget?" You put the piece of paper into your jeans and Jungkook shook his head, eager to see what you would be getting Namjoon for the gift.

"What did you have in mind?" You smiled softly as you thought back on the perfect Namjoon gift you'd seen a couple of weeks ago. It was a bonsai tree that would have been perfect for his office space and it sprouted flowers once a year.

"N-Nothing special," You whispered even though it was a lie and he could tell that already,

"Tell me...You might give me some ideas. I'm completely stuck." You rolled your eyes playfully at Jungkook and rushed to grab your phone showing him the bonsai tree and then a painting set that came with everything he would need to get into painting.

"You already thought this through before picking him?" He was going to tease you, you could already tell from the tone of his voice so you playfully shoved him onto the sofa and began tickling his sides.

"It's not my fault!" You groaned as you stopped tickling Jungkook, he sighed as you laid your head down on his thighs and laid your legs over the rest of the sofa as if he was a therapist. His hands began playing with your hair,

"I just- I think about him all of the time. There's not a day that goes by when he isn't in my thoughts Guk...Is that weird?" He chuckled as you closed your eyes, running your hands over your face in frustration.

"It's called having a crush, you need to tell-"

"Nope!" You cut him off and covered your face with a pillow. As you and Jungkook were joking around in the lounge Namjoon walked past the door and looked inside to see what all the fuss was about. He smiled when he heard your laughter filling the air, your laugh always seemed to bring one of the biggest smiles to his face. It was one of his favourite things about you even though you were insecure about it, he'd noticed that too. Whenever you laughed too hard at something others didn't you covered your mouth with your hands and began to look at the floor nervously, but it made Namjoon's stomach flip at the sight of it.

"You act as you've never had a crush on someone before," Jungkook grumbled as you began straightening yourself up again, Namjoon stepped to the side of the door so neither of you could see him. He knew this was wrong to be spying on a conversation but he wanted to see who you had a crush on. Who he was possibly in competition with to get your attention.

"You don't get it, when I look at him it's like my whole world stops. I feel as light as a feather-"

"You can't talk to him while you're alone," Jungkook said as a matter of factly and so you threw a pillow into his face and began walking out of the room when you came face to chest with Namjoon.

"Whoa, Hi." You gasped as Namjoon's arms wrapped around your waist to stop you from tumbling onto your back and hurting yourself,

"Hi," He whispered back to you as he stared into your eyes, you began opening and closing your mouth like a fish as you tried to come up with some words to say to him but your head was empty. It was as if you'd forgotten every word in the English and Korean Language and were now just an empty-headed girl standing in front of her crush.

"Y/n? You alright? Did you hit your head?!" Namjoon panicked as he checked you over but you just nodded and scrambled away from him, rushing off in the direction of the toilets instead not wanting to be in front of him yet.

The secret Santa day was here and you were more than nervous about it, everyone seemed to be getting excited about the growing collection of presents under the tree in the main lounge.

"Who did you get?" Yoongi whispered as he saw you standing at the back of the room looking worried about something,

"I'm not telling, it's cheating." You nudged his stomach playfully and he wrapped his arm around your waist. Namjoon looked over at you both when he heard your laughter over everything else inside of the room and his heart sank. Was Yoongi the one you and Jungkook had been talking about? After you ran away from him the other day he'd convinced himself it was him and that his feelings for you were being returned but not he wasn't so sure about it.

"It's time!!! We'll go randomly! Yoongi, you're up first, come grab your bag." Hoseok announced as he stood in front of the tree. There was soft Christmas music playing through the speakers in the room, Hoseok and Jungkook wanted today to feel like a real Christmas with the huge family since you wouldn't be spending Christmas day together. There was even a Christmas dinner being cooked in the canteen for everyone, including the staff.

"You having a nice time?" You jumped a little when Namjoon's voice came out of nowhere, he was standing right beside you and whispering so that only the two of you could hear one another.

"It's nice, are you?" You managed to talk to him without stuttering which was good but you were putting it down to the fact that you were in a room full of people. Your stomach was doing flips and tricks as if it was some kind of performance act at the circus,

"Great, I was wondering if I could show you something later?" You looked up at him wondering what it was that he wanted to show you but you nodded,

"Sure, w-what is it?" He smirked to himself as he looked down at the floor, hearing the stutter come from you only confirmed that it wasn't Yoongi you were crushing on and that he still had a good fighting chance with you.

"A song I've been working on, it's for you not for us." Your eyes widened as you looked up at him, he knew how much you were struggling to find a song you loved so much for your debut.

"Y-Yeah, sure...For me? A-Are you, my secret Santa?" He shook his head at your question, he'd hoped to have been because then he would have had an excuse to buy you something and spoil you but he hadn't been lucky enough.

"Namjoon, you're up," Jungkooked called out, Namjoon touched your side as a silent goodbye and walked over to the tree and picked up his box. Your pulse began tp pick up as you watched him closely, watching the way his eyes lit up the moment he took the bonsai tree from the bag and had a huge smile on his face. He began reading the small care card through before smiling and looking around the room for any signs as to who might have given him it but your eyes were on the floor.

Namjoon's studio was right next to Yoongi's so you headed into Yoongi first, giving him a hot chocolate and thanking him for the gift he'd gotten you. It was a selection of your favourite earring brand with a matching bracelet to go along with it. Then you went into Namjoon's studio, you pushed the door open without knocking since that was what he always told you to do but you saw him standing there with a member of staff, she was one of your stylists.

"I just thought it would be perfect for you, you love things like that right." Her fingers were running up and down Namjoon's chest as she stood really close to him, batting her false eyelashes and smiling up at him. Your chest tightened as you filled with anger, hurt and jealousy all at the same time, neither of them had heard you enter the room so you backed out and moved away from his door not wanting to see it. There was nothing for you to be jealous about, it wasn't as though you and Namjoon were dating, you were just friends...Colleagues even.

"What's wrong?" Jungkook questioned when you backed up against his chest,

"S-Someone was claiming that they got Namjoon's gift for him...My perfect gift-" Your voice broke as you thought about someone taking credit for something you'd done, something that had made Namjoon smile the biggest smiled you'd seen come from him.

"Oh hell no, I did not rig that game for someone else to come by and take credit!" You froze and Jungkook froze as soon as the words left his mouth,

"You what?" You questioned, your heart thumping with anger as you stared at Jungkook who was now trying to come up with something, anything he could say to get him out of this.

"Jeon Jungkook," You said in a warning tone but he ignored you, trying to walk away but you grabbed the lapels of his shirt and pushed him against the wall.

"What did you do?" He looked down at you and then up over your shoulder, Namjoon was just coming out of his studio to look for you. You were late for your meeting which wasn't like you at all,

"I rigged the game so you would be able to pick Namjoon...Then get him something that would make him see how much you have a crush on him." Jungkook was making sure to speak loud and clear enough for Namjoon to be able to hear every word you were saying but you were so angry at Jungkook you hadn't even noticed he was there yet.

"Are you stupid?! Why would I tell Namjoon I have a crush on him? He probably sees me as an annoying little sister or something! Not to mention someone just ruined your plan by telling him they got him the gift," You rambled on while Namjoon stood there with an amused look on his face,

"I knew she didn't get me it,"

"See he knows-" Your hands dropped from Jungkook's shirt and he scrambled away leaving you and Namjoon in the hallway together alone. Your mouth hung open as you pressed your back against the wall where Jungkook had been stood previously,

"You knew?" He nodded his head going into his pocket and pulling out a gift receipt, the price was hidden but your name was written on it along with everything else you'd bought that day.

"Fuck," Your groaned looking at the piece of paper as he walked closer to you and chuckled softly,

"I didn't know you liked the paint, and read these kinds of books..." Namjoon smirked as he saw you roll your head back and groan once again and he knew that they hadn't been for you but for him,

"You know you only had to get me one thing," He was now standing right on top of you, your faces were inches away from one another as he stared into your eyes. It was as if you were being hypnotised, his lips hovered above yours as you both closed your eyes,

"I-I wanted it to be perfect," You admitted right before he kissed you hungrily, his arms snaking around your waist drawing your body closer to his. Your hands instantly went into his hair, pulling at the brown strands and whinging as he went to pull away,

"Not here," He chuckled grabbing your hand and pulling you into his studio where he then pressed you against the door.

"Merry Christmas," He winked at you as he kissed you again just as eagerly as before running his hands up and down your sides as you pushed your tongue into his mouth.

"Merry Christmas," You whispered breathily back to him as you both pulled away and he smirked at you as he walked over to his desk and sat down. His bonsai tree had taken pride on his desk which made you smile brightly,

"Cute." You whispered taking a seat and putting it next to his chair, he glanced at you before leaning across and kissing you once again.

"The song I've been working on...It's kind of a confession to how I feel about you but I guess the kiss did that for me." Your smile brightened as he chuckled as you rushed to put the earphones on, you loved everything Namjoon took pride in so you were dying to hear it and it was perfect.

It explained everything as if you'd written it yourself, all of your feelings seemed to be the same as Namjoon's in the song and your heart swelled up.

"I-It's perfect," You whispered putting down the earphones carefully and bitting your lip,

"I erm...If it wasn't clear, I feel the same way." He laughed as you awkwardly admitted it to him, he reached out to touch your hand and squeezed it softly.

"It's clear...Don't worry," You felt your body heat up as he stared into your eyes and he smiled even bigger when he noticed how shy you were getting over it he couldn't help but think how cute you were going to be on your first date. He was already planning it out in his head as he stared at you. 

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[morceid]

Snowy Sniffles

💡SPENCER REID X DEREK MORGAN💡

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Summary: Derek gets the flu when he and Spencer are snowed in on a case in Colorado.

Word Count:  2k

Category: fluff, slight angst

Content Warnings: swearing, sickness, case details

A/N: enjoy my otp being cute and cuddly for my first day of 12 days of moreid :)

The snowy mountains of Colorado. A serial killer as cold as the air was out there, and It was the job of the BAU to catch him.

The team boarded their plane like normal, occasionally Derek coughed and cleared his throat. Not enough to realize what was happening, but enough to get a “You okay?” from JJ.

There weren’t many hiccups with local police, except for them withholding information about the victims. Derek and Spencer were sent to profile the dump site, JJ and Emily to interview victims' families, while Rossi and Hotch set up at the station.

The dump site was in a clearing next to a mountain frequently used for sledding. A visiting family from Texas was recommended the mountain by a friend and since they weren’t familiar with the area, the mom got lost and they came across the body. Thankfully the kids weren’t there to see it.

Spencer and Derek walked out of the black SUV and ducked under the police tape in their fleece jackets and large boots. 

“The victim was Hannah Gentry. She was a fourteen year old girl who ran away from her abusive father. No sign of sexual assault, but there were signs of restrains on her thighs and around her stomach.” Spencer walked around the area the body had previously been found, searching for anything left behind by the unsub.

“Maybe he thought he was saving these girls. How old were each of the victims?” Derek said, pulling tissues from jacket pocket.

“Ages ranged from 13 to 19. All had someone abusive close to them. You sure you’re okay?”

Before Derek could reply he was coughing and gagging into the torn kleenex in his hand.

“I’ll be fine,” The stuffiness in his nose was apparent in his voice now. “Let’s go back to the station. I’m sure Rossi and Hotch are at the M.E. now.”

The two walked back to the car and headed towards the police station. On the way it started snowing and Spencer said something about growing up in Vegas without snow, and how in Virginia they never really saw the snow fall, they just woke up to it on the ground and in the streets.

Between the snowfall rapidly increasing, the windshield wipers not doing anything to help, and Derek driving in an unfamiliar area, he began having a coughing fit and swerved off the road.

They didn’t get hurt in the accident, just a large rush of adrenaline, but the car wasn’t in the best shape. The engine made a sound that contorted Spencer’s face.

“We should probably check that.”

Derek tried to push his door open but he had driven into a ditch and snow was piled up tp his window. He rolled it down and shoveled some of the snow with his gloved hands. He got the door all the way open with a little wrestling of the handle. The boot of the car was opened and steam was rising from it. Spencer had crawled across the center console and got out from Derek’s side.

“Do you think we could get an officer to pick us up?” Derek sniffled.

“I think the snow is coming down too hard now.” Spencer’s black coat was powdered with snow that he didn’t bother to shake off, knowing it would be back there in an instant.

“I’ll call Hotch.” Derek fished his phone out of his pocket.

“You fell in a ditch? Morgan, this is a very time sensitive case. This guy kills every three days and it’s been the second day since the last body was found. We need you guys here.” Spencer overheard Hotch’s near yells over the phone.

“Okay, dad, calm down there. I’ll call up Garcia to find us the closest hotel and we’ll crash there. Reid says snowing too much for an officer to come pick us up.” It was around 7:30 and the sun was starting to set.

“Alright, we can send someone to get you tomorrow.” Hotch hung up and Derek called Penelope.

“Hey-llo my chocolate thunder! Anything I could do for you?”

Derek coughed a couple of times.

“You okay, Derek?”

“Yeah, uh, me and Reid got stuck in the snow and we can’t get back to the hotel. Are there any near us that we can crash at?”

“You’re in luck, Derek Morgan, There is a motel only a seven minute walk away from you. Anything else?”

“Not right now, baby girl, take care of yourself.”

“So what are we gonna do?” Spencer had begun chewing on his fingernails and pacing in a circle around the car.

“Kid,” Derek took Spencer’s cold hands into his warm, gloved ones. “Stop your worrying. I can see all of those gears in your head going a million miles an hour. Garcia found a motel near us and we can walk there and stay the night until someone can pick us up. We’ll be okay.”

“I know I’m gonna be okay, it’s you I’m worried about, Morgan.” Spencer took his hands out of Derek’s and leaned into the car to grab his bag.

“What do you mean? I’m fine.” As if on cue, Derek started having a coughing fit.

“I’m talking about that, Derek. You’re showing signs of getting the flu. Your heart rate has sped up by 39% in the last couple of days. You constantly have a running nose and you won’t stop coughing. I am not getting sick, I cannot afford to get sick, especially on a case, so I hope this motel has two beds.” Spencer pushed away from Derek and began walking.

“Wait!” Derek ran to catch up. “Pretty boy, you’ve already been with me for almost 24 hours. I think you are already infected. Besides, you, my friend, are shivering. Now let me give you one of my coats.”

Spencer slowed his walking and let Derek drape his second jacket over his thin, purple one. Having a crush on your coworker was the worst.

When the pair reached the motel the sun had fully set and they had snow covering their shoulders and resting on their heads. They brushed it off before entering, where they were bombarded with the overwhelming scent of perfume as what could only be presumed as the owner tugged them in with both of her arms. She was short and wore a sparkly pink dress not unlike one Penelope would wear.

“What can I do for you kind fellows today? Did ya crash on the side of the road? Lots of people did tonight. Can I get you a room? Was it your engine? Faulty car?” The woman rambled.

“Um, we fell in a ditch a little bit back. We just need two rooms for the night,” Spencer looked down at her nametag, “Sasha. Thank you.”

“Well, boys, I am sorry to disappoint but we only have one more room for the night. You’re just gonna have to share.”

“Are there at least two beds?” Spencer whined.

“Sorry,” Sasha took Derek’s credit card and punched in the numbers on a computer that looked almost a decade old. “You good there? You look like you could throw up any second?”

“I’m fine, ma’am. Just give us the room key please.” Derek cleared his throat.

“Alrighty, there you go FBI guys.” Sasha handed them the room key labed 7B.

Given the overwhelming personality that brought them in, neither had a chance to look around and profile the front office. When they got to the room they realized just how miserable the stay would be.

The heater seemed to be turned off resulting in the room being colder than the outside. Complementary water bottles on the nightstand had frozen, expanded, and exploded. The pipes in the walls creaked and whined. Derek moved towards the bed, which when he pulled up the sheets, they were stiff and barely moved at his touch. Spencer moved past the bed and to the kitchen, where he found a coffee machine and cups in the cupboard.

“What are you doing?” Derek coughed.

“Making coffee. It’s something to keep me warm.” Spencer still had Derek’s jacket across his shoulders.

“Alright well, you might be right. I think I’m starting to get a fever. I’m gonna hop in the shower. Hopefully it’s just the reverse air conditioning that’s broken.”

Derek’s observations were proven correct as he unexpectedly walked into the spray of a nearly boiling shower. His muscles relaxed as he began thinking about the events of the day. His nose ran more than it had in the cold weather and it reminded him of a moment in the office that happened some while ago, back when Spencer first joined the BAU.

It was a slow day in the bullpen. With Spencer being nearly fresh from college, Derek wasn’t expecting him to take the best care of himself, no one was. Derek looked up, ready to throw Spencer a rolled up note about how bored he was. Instead he was greeted with an empty desk. After asking Hotch where the boy genius was and getting a surprised ‘I don’t know’ in response, he went in search of him. Spencer was found laying on the couch in an empty office. HIs skin was red and burning to the touch. Derek gave him a couple of shakes and he woke up, groaning. Spencer had gotten the flu and didn’t know how to deal with it at work. Not wanting to disappoint Hotch by skipping a day for something so insignificant as a virus, he settled in an office he correctly assumed was vacant. He insisted that he was okay but Derek refused to believe him. He dropped Spencer off at his apartment and immediately knew. He was in love with Spencer Reid. And he wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.

When Derek was in the shower for at least 15 minutes Spencer presumed that the shower was warm, so he called Sasha at the front desk from the phone in the room. She wouldn’t be able to get someone to come fix it for another day. He sat on the bed, spreading his arms and legs out in an attempt to warm the sheets. Letting his mind wander, he started asking himself questions. Why did he like Derek? He was just his coworker. Just someone in his life. An attractive person in his life, but just like anyone else in his life. Did Derek know how much he meant to him? Would he ever know? Would he be given the chance to let Derek know that he loved him and wanted to spend his life with the other knowing?

He was taken out of his day dream when Derek came out of the bathroom. Derek was shaking. He wore thick, flannel sweatpants and a grey hoodie, along with his socks, not wanting to leave a single part of his body too exposed.

“Uh, I know you’re super germaphobic and probably want nothing to do with my running nose and sore throat right now, but kid, all of my muscles are aching. Do you mind if I-”

“Not at all.” Spencer wrapped his arms around Derek’s middle as he sank onto the bed.

Derek let out a sigh of relief and settled in Spencer’s arms. It wasn’t long until his breathing evened out and he fell asleep in the lanky man’s arms.

“I think I love you, Derek Morgan.” Spencer whispered.

The next day Hotch called Derek to let him know that they caught the unsub. He was an amateur child groomer who left a hair in his latest victims mouth. An officer picked up the pair from the motel and they boarded the jet. Derek’s flu passed as soon as it came and he was better in the morning. A little cuddling with Spencer was just what the doctor ordered.

“Hey, Spencer.” Derek sat across from him after everyone on the jet had fallen asleep.

“Yes, Derek?” Spencer noted the use of his first name in his head.

“We need to talk about last night.”

“What about it?”

“I heard you, Spencer.”

“Wh-what are you talking about? Heard me say what?”

“Spencer,” Derek put his hand on the other’s knee, “I love you too.”

In a panic, Spencer leaned forward and pecked Derek on the lips.

“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” He stammered.

“It’s okay. We can do that if you want.” Derek leaned back in for a real kiss from Spencer. He still tasted like the cheap hotel coffee.

“We can do anything as long as we’re together.”

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[casthaleigh]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

So I was doing the ICC fight as usual (Arthas give me the horse dammit) and noticed two things:

1. Uther’s soul (or a part of it) is in Lights Hammer if you go back after defeating the Lich King. Why did this piece go there? Wouldn’t his soul have reformed when Frostmoure was shattered?

2. During the fight w/ Arthas, he says “watch, as I remake this world in my image”. Did he mean his [Arthas’] image or was it the Jailer speaking through the Lich King?

3 notes • Posted 2021-08-10 07:49:13 GMT

#4

LOOKING FOR FIC

There was this kinda smutty fic on Ao3 that I read a while ago that I can’t find anymore. Basically Buck and Eddie have sex and then Eddie goes to bed without taking care of Buck afterwords and Buck is pissed at work the next day. Please help!

7 notes • Posted 2021-10-24 03:23:05 GMT

#3

I hope that Zovaal controlling Anduin works like Harry Potter being Voldemort’s horcrux.

So if we have to “kill” Anduin, we only eliminate the part of the Jailer in him and don’t actually kill him.

Or if we kill the Jailer, he takes the part of his soul or whatever back from Anduin to revive himself and then Anduin joins us for the final fight.

11 notes • Posted 2021-08-23 20:46:58 GMT

#2

9.1 Spoilers ahead

I have a theory…

THE BROKERS ARE SOULS OF FIRST ONES, AND SO ARE THE ATTENDANTS IN ORIBOS AND THE ETERNAL TRAVELER.

Let me explain:

As I ran through the Tazavesh mega dungeon, and the brokers opened portals to Azeroth, but remained solid, I realized that it was the same magic Zovaal used in the SoD ending cinematic, and roughly the same colour as the magic the attendants use to tp in Oribos and Korthia. The Eternal Traveler has similar magic when you fist summon him and when he leaves(see mount from Shadowlands Collectors Edition). Since we can infer that Zovaal was headed to the Sepulcher of the First Ones(or Nathraza, the Dreadlords home world, [Sidebar: based on in-game cutscenes and quests, he uses the inter-dimensional portal magic which makes me think he’s headed to Nathraza in 9.2]), I wonder if he(Zovaal) just needs First Ones magic to exist outside of the Shadowlands. I think that’s why he said Denathrius had ”served his purpose”(because Zovaal wouldn’t be able to take him out of the Shadowlands); and why he is using Anduin as a vessel and not a soul.

27 notes • Posted 2021-07-10 07:43:17 GMT

#1

9.2 SPOILERS

THATS SYLVANAS ON THR RIGHT OF JAINA HOLY FUCK

121 notes • Posted 2021-11-11 18:10:18 GMT

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[elizabethemerald]

Talks of Trauma: Jlaireby

Team Trollhunters discuss some of the shit they’ve been through. 

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The three Trollhunters made their slow way up the stairs. All three of them were exhausted. Even Toby could barely lift his legs now that his adrenaline had worn off. Claire and Jim had forgotten that his battle with Morando had only been a few days ago for him, even if it had been over a week ago for the others.  

When they got to the top of the stairs Jim stuttered to a halt. He stared through the open door of the room he had grown up in, where he could see several bassinets for the familiars.  Claire nudged him gently and Toby guided them all into Barbara’s room. 

Jim toed off his shoes then slumped into the bed. Claire pushed him until he rolled into the middle of the bed, before she did the same. She sat leaning against the head board watching the other two. Jim was just about to doze off while Toby was working to untie his shoes. 

"I know we're all tired, but can we talk?" She said softly. 

Jim rolled onto his back, then with a slight groan pulled himself into a sitting position beside her. Toby froze, one shoe half on. 

"What did you want to talk about, Claire-bear?" He asked with a forced chuckle. 

"Well, about us." 

Toby stood ramrod straight for a second before nervously grabbing the shoe he had already taken off, leaving the other half on. 

"If it makes you more comfortable I can sleep downstairs or go over to my Nana’s."

"Toby take off your shoes and get into bed." Claire snapped. 

Toby saluted, kicking off his shoe and dropping the other one. He then climbed across both of their legs, drawing giggles and groans from them both, before he settled on Jim's other side. 

"What's this about Claire?" Jim asked. His voice was low and his eyes were a little unfocused. 

"We've gone through some crazy stuff and we need to actually talk about it. And talk about how we are each feeling, after everything."

Jim’s eyes focused more. 

"Good point. How have you been holding up Tobes?" 

"I think she was talking about the person who died earlier today, nice deflection though."

Jim sat up straight, looking both annoyed and more awake. Claire put her hand on his arm before he could speak. 

"Jim it was a deflection, but it is still a valid question. How have you been TP?"

Toby's eyes flicked rapidly in between them, his body almost trying to curl into a ball. Then he sat up straight again and plastered a wide smile on his face. 

"Everything's been great for me! Not a single worry or care."

He looked like he was about to turn the question back on Jim when Claire growled and pressed her nails to her forehead.  

"This is serious you two!" She moved on the bed until she was sitting at the foot facing the other two. "Fine. Since getting you boys to talk is going to be like pulling teeth, I'll go first."

She took a deep breath, her eyes closed, before she opened them and focused on the others. 

"I'm scared." She said softly. "Not just scared, I'm terrified!"

"Of the Arcane Order?" Jim asked. 

"Yes, a little, but I'm way more scared about us."

The two boys glanced at each other, before refocusing on Claire. They could both see how scared and serious she was. 

"Toby I met Morgana while we were in the past. I talked with her. I could only watch as she fell to her death." 

"I've been so afraid, ever since she possessed me that i would end up like her. That I would embrace the darkness and welcome its corruption."

"The Morgana I met back then was so different from the one who had possessed me. She was kind, and cared for magical creatures enough to protect Jim and I, again and again."

"She loved Guinevere and Arthur. She even loved Arthur after he cut off her hand. She loved her brother so much that she died to stop him."

"And yet, despite how much she loved him, I could sense the darkness within her. Her anger at the mistreatment of those like her. There was a time where she saw everyone around her as an enemy. 

"I could sense Arthur's grief at the loss of Guinevere as well. And he turned that grief into hatred of anything different than himself."

Claire pressed her hands to her mouth, muffling a sob. A few tears crept down her face. Jim leaned forward and put a hand on her knee. Toby did the same with her arm. 

"Claire you're not Morgana."

"But don't you see how easy it would be for me to be just like her?" Claire cried, tears flowing faster down her cheeks. 

"I'm sixteen years old. I've already held the body of one of my boyfriends in my arms sure that he was dead. Twice! I've been possessed, my soul cast out and banished, almost forced to kill you, and I met the witch who possessed me and served her tea!"

"It would so easy to turn that grief and fear into something evil. To lash out and hurt the people I care for most."

She leaned forward and put a hand on each of the boy's cheeks. Jim put his hand on her own cheek and wiped away a few tears. Toby leaned into the hand on his face and began rubbing small circles into Claire's shoulder. 

"Arthur and Morgana never talked about their grief from losing Gwen. Morgana never talked to him about how much his hatred towards magic, an intrinsic part of her, hurt her."

"I'm terrified that we will end up just like them. That we'll lose ourselves in the face of everything that's happened to us. That we'll lose each other."

Claire broke down sobbing completely. Jim and Toby gently pulled her back to the head of the bed, now between them. They both held her as tightly as they could, trying to reassure her with their arms around her. She cried in their arms, her hands holding their shirts like she thought they would slip away from her at any moment. 

“Claire. We won’t let that happen. We won’t let each other fall like that.” Jim said softly, his hand in her hair.”

She looked up at him, tears still rolling down her face. 

“How can you be so sure about that?” She asked. “You died today. Fully died. And I- I some how brought you back. I don’t know how but I did, and I don’t know if I can do that again. I don’t think I can go through that again.”

The boys were both silent. Neither of them knew how to respond to that. Instead of saying anything they just held her tightly while she cried. In time her tears slowed, until she could wipe her eyes and take a deep shuttering breath. Jim held her still, while Toby leaned back, his face deep in thought. 

“I guess-” Toby hesitated not looking at either of the others. “I guess I’m afraid too.”

Claire leaned back so she could look at Toby and Jim shifted sideways on the bed so he could too, though he kept an arm across Claire’s shoulders. Toby sniffed loudly, glancing at them before looking away. 

“I’ve always been afraid. Since the very beginning. I’ve been afraid that I’ll never be someone’s first choice, or that I’ll be left behind because I’m not good enough.” 

“Jim I’ve had to watch you almost die so many times, I can’t even count them all. Each time I have to sit on the sidelines not being useful, just watching you get hurt. From the first time we ran away from Bular you faced him by yourself while I ran with Blinky and Aaarrrgghh.”

“And that kept happening!” Toby put his head in hands, frustration tinging his voice. “I watched while you fought Bular by yourself, and Chompsky and Draal, and Strickler and Angor. I had to watch you get pummeled again and again, I was never able to stop it. And each time I felt like it was because I wasn’t good enough. I wasn’t good enough to fight alongside you, to help you.”

Toby lifted his hands to look at Claire. 

“And when you joined our team, I was so scared that you would split us up. That you would replace me. We talked about this, you know I was jealous of you.” Jim made a surprised noise at that. “But really I was afraid. You were so cool, and awesome and pretty. All the things that I wasn’t.”

“I thought the time had finally come where Jim would leave me behind. Leave with just you.” Toby sobbed, tears starting down his own face. Claire’s tears started afresh as well. “And it happened! You went into the Darklands by yourself. And I saw how hurt you were when we got you out. Then it happened again, when you both left me here in Arcadia while you went to New Jersey. And then again when you both fell into the past without me. And both times you were hurt and I couldn’t do anything to help.”

“Its like I keep reliving my same terror from when my parents died.” Toby’s voice cracked and broke as he shouted the words. Then his voice turned quiet again. “I’m so afraid that one of these days, I’ll be left on the sidelines, or left behind. And you won’t make it back. Either of you.”

Claire wrapped her arms around Toby, and he held back just as tightly. Toby cried softly in her arms. She leaned around Toby to look back at Jim, who was staring at a wall. She tried to make eye contact with him, but he didn’t meet her gaze. 

“Jim?” She finally asked. 

Toby wiped his eyes and looked at him. “Jimbo?”

At that, Jim stood up from the bed with a grunt of pain and looked at himself in the mirror above his mom’s armoir. 

“Jim? Is that who I am?” Jim said, still staring at himself. Toby and Claire immediately looked at each other with concern. “Sometimes I don’t even know who I am. Who I’m supposed to be. What I’m supposed to be.”

He turned back to face them, tears now glittering in his own eyes. 

“Toby I left you behind again and again. Claire I shut you out, and pretended like I could handle everything on my own. And you know what? The trolls in the Void would have celebrated that choice.”

Jim turned back away to look at himself. Claire and Toby could both hear anger in his voice as he spoke to his reflection. 

“Kanjigar always said that I would have to push away everyone if I was to be a good Trollhunter. And so I did. Again and again and again. I pushed you away and closed you out, because I thought it was my job to take the hard blows. It was my job to die to protect you two.”

He put a hand up to the mirror, tracing his own reflection, like he didn’t recognize what he saw. 

“At first I thought that would have been the only way the other trolls would have celebrated me, if I died. They all hated me so much when I was first called. Vendel. Draal. Nothing I did was ever good enough. None of them believed me about Killahead or the changelings. And Gunmar was almost released.”

“I think in the end I was afraid. Afraid of losing myself.” Jim growled, the noise not quite a troll growl, but certainly not a sound they would expect a human to make. He turned back and crawled into bed with Claire and Toby. “I was afraid of losing the two of you.”

“And it came so close. So many times. I went into the Darklands because I didn’t want to lose you. And then Gunmar escaped and you were possessed trying to get us all away from him. Toby I left you behind in Arcadia, hoping you would be safe from whatever found us on the road, and than an alien general made himself a god and tried to kill you.”

Jim grabbed Claire and Toby in a hug, his face pressed to Claire’s shoulder. 

“I couldn’t protect either of you. And each time I tried to save you I gambled my own humanity. Facing the beast in the Deep, I saw that fear made real. Then I threw my humanity aside when I stepped into the tub, hoping that as a troll I would be strong enough to save you. I was able to kill Gunmar, and then I almost died to Morgana and the Green Knight. And I lost myself when I tried to buy you time.”

“It made me sick, to see that fear in your eyes, when you saw me. I was so terrified that while I was out of control I would hurt you. How could I have forgiven myself after that?” Jim looked up at them both. Tears now flowing freely down his face. “How could I live with myself if I killed you?”

Claire maneuvered them until they were laying down in the bed. Toby covered them with the blankets. Jim cried softly, still speaking past his tears. 

“Even now, I don’t know how to protect you both. I don’t know how to protect myself. How can we keep going like this? How many times can we keep doing this?”

They lay on the bed in silence for a few minutes. Each filled with their own thoughts and the words of their lovers. How could they survive together when there was so much in the world stacked against them? It was Toby who finally took a deep breath, breaking the silence that hung over them. 

“I- I guess, we were all scared of the same things. Losing each other. Losing ourselves.” He sighed and nuzzled closer to Claire’s shoulder. She in turn pulled Jim closer so they were all a tangle of limbs in the bed. “I don’t know what will happen in the future. But-but at least for now, we have each other?”

There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. Jim reached across Claire’s body to grab his hand. 

“We have each other.” Jim confirmed. 

“After everything we’ve been through, we still have each other.” Claire said. 

Slowly one by one their eyes started to droop. One by one sleep came for them. They had faced the end of the world, several times. Their exhaustion was complete. Emotionally drained from their trials and their conversation. Physically drained from fighting to save the world. Fighting to save each other. Fighting to save themselves. Whatever may come, in this moment, they have each other.

#Trollhunters #tales of arcadia #toa wizards #claire nunez #toby domzalski #jim lake junior #jlaireby #writing emerald #please reblog

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

this is the gentleman jack anon from a bit ago, sorry I dunno why it was anon last time lol- in terms of ur fics reminding me of the show I think it's mainly due to

1) historical queerness - I kno technically most of ur stuff is fantasy but it's basically the same - Annes (eponymous gentleman jack) mascultinity n attire is very reminiscent in vibe of ur discworld fics in my opinion

2) Anne in general really reminds me of Downey bc it's mentioned she had a reputation for gambling / hanging out with soldiers and being rambunctious in her youth but now she's a very mature character and a lot of the plot focuses on her business and landownership deals similar to Downey and running the assassin's guild. also shes really invested in maintaining the status of shibden hall, her historical home which is very similar to Downey's taste for traditionalism and grandeur. Also as characters they're both very into dignity/ courtesy/ 'doing the done thing'

3) theres also scheming and drama and illness which vaguely reminds me of the Sicily plot in thus always

4) Anne's actually a proper nerd aswell and loves to mention her time studying anatomy / art / blah blah in Paris which echoes William 'poisonous plants' Downey n Vetinari the og big nerd

5) also just older queer people which u don't often see in fic n stuff- Anne is in her 40s in the series

anyway that's just a few things that came to mind I could probably write an essay on it but I would defo reccomend u watch it I think it's right up ur lane 💓 (Soz for how long this got hehe)

<3 helloooo 

1) Historical queerness - I do borrow a *tonne* from early modern and late-early modern queerness for Discworld stuff, and Downey in particular (see: Downey’s hats & Florentine mlm and their hats) - and I mean discworld as TP wrote it has no consistency in clothes so there is the late-early modern and early victorian (e.g. Moist & Adora) mixed in with late medieval and early modern (e.g. Vetinari) - I do tend towards the early modern myself because medieval and victorian is overdone 

2) ahhh that is delightful! she is clearly living her best life. But I do appreciate a good #Growth experience with characters - yet ones who never lose their joie de vivre. So, still have a love and lust for life, but you know, also have maturity, responsibility and a sense that there are Consequences for Thine Own Actions. Which us something you rarely see in characters? It tends to be Rake/Louche Living v. Stodge/Do What is Right rather than a more normal mix of someone who once ran wild who learned there are consequences and has appropriately tempered themselves. So they’re still be a mad lad when they want to be but also pay the bills on time and have descent life advice and make good relationship decisions. 

3) ooooooo! this interests me greatly! anyone get suspiciously pushed down some stairs? 

4) <3 <3 ah this Delights me. Downey: Have you heard of this rare mushroom? Vetinari: Have you heard of this super niche linguist? Downey: I love you so much you dumb nerd. Vetinari: takes one to know one. Downey: I will have you know I’m one of the cool kids. Vetinari: mmmk honey. Only because no one knows about your secret sordid plant nerd ways. 

5) YES. OK I LOVE OLD QUEERS. I love them so much. Mostly because i am a 75 year old man at heart. But yes I love old queers and i just - always want more of them. all of them living their best lives. doing what they need to do. just out their. being gay. ugh - be still my beating heart. 

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well! it’s still on my to-watch list and that has been a great booster of it up the list! so good work! 💓 💓 

in cute things; my mom has watched it in an attempt to better understand me since I apparently remind her of the Anne character and she was very excited when she finished it and told me all about it and I was like “thank u you’re great” then she bought me men’s boots. 

so you know, happy 2021 everyone. 

#my mother unlike downey's father actually Tries #queer shit #lord downey #we stan one (1) queer downey #ask #reply #discworld

[17hansolah]

Temporary Boyfriend~Mingyu

Okay, so... this is a Mingyu scenario I made about 3 or 4 years ago and never posted ‘cause I didn’t think that anyone would like it. But hey, here it is. I ased ig off of the manga Perfect Boyfriend if anything seems familar that is why. Hope you like it!

You should be used to this by now. But, somehow you managed to still feel surprised. 

You had been stood up, again and you really thought that it could of worked out this time. But of course it didn’t.

The lonely table for two, nearly empty drink and sound of chatting couples around had now become somewhat familiar.

You waited at your table as you swirled your drink with as straw and took your last sip. Glancing down at your phone to check the time you realize that your date really isn’t coming.

Sighing ,you pick up your phone from the table and turn around to gather your jacket of the back of the chair. You take out the money to pay for your drink, when you see a small rectangular object on your table. 

You pick it up and graze your fingers over it confused. It was black with gold writing and a gold clover in the corner of the card. It seemed to be…a business card?

 “What is this you,” you mumble to yourself incoherently. You look around you to see if anyone was walking about but, everyone was seated and enjoying themselves. 

That’s when you felt a finger tap your shoulder, You gasped in shock gripping your heart and twisting around to face a guy smiling at you. He had blond hair and an interesting sense of style.

“I can see that you’ve found my business card?” he tells you smiling. You gave him a confused look then you remembered the card that you hand resting in your hand.

“Oh, this is your business card?,” you asked.

“Surely is. I’m Hoshi by the way. So, I can see that you are having issues with guys.” he said whispering the last part.

You looked at him slightly insulted. 

“No I am not!” you exclaimed a little too loud, which caused a few heads to turn in your direction. You quickly apologized and repeated yourself to, what was his name again. Oh yeah, Hoshi.

“Sure you aren’t,” he replied with a smirk. “Anyways that is my card and I believe that it will help you with all your boyfriend issues. There’s no need tp thankme,” he said with another big smile.

“But, there’s only a name on th-” you didn’t finish your sentence because when you looked he was already gone.

Once you reached home you quickly ran over to your laptop and pulled the business card out of your bag.

 “Time to see what this is all about,” you tell yourself as you type in the name on the card. 

            Seventeen Sweethearts

The website read and the clover from the card appeared at the top. With further searching you found out that this website was one in which you could, order a boyfriend!

You looked further into the site and realized that these were all what seemed to be dream boyfriends. They were supposed to be people that were gaurenteed to be your soulmate. You skimmed over something claiming they were good at everything, reading something a long the lines of much better than humans. Whatever thats supposed to mean.

There was the bad boy, vampire boyfriend, the laid back boyfriend, even the typical sweetheart and quite a few more.

“Well I have nothing to lose you,” you said to yourself as you skipped the terms and conditions and placed your order already half asleep. 

The next morning you woke up to the surprise of an extremely large package being delivered right to you. The people who delivered it seemed to be in quite a hurry to give you your package but, you signed the paper and brought your package inside.

You quickly open the package and the first thing you did was let out a scream when you saw a person inside. He looked..so..real!

You quickly examined his sleeping form and looked at the paper lying on his chest. You picked it up gently and it read:

          Hello customer,

I’m glad that you chose to shop with Seventeen Soulmates. Please enjoy your soulmate to the fullest. His name is Mingyu. We hope you love him, even though he’ll already love you! To set him up you must kiss him. Sometimes it takes more than one kiss. Enjoy your sweetheart!

                                                                                     Good Luck,

                                                                                                    Seventeen Soulmates

You look down at your boyfriend Mingyu confused and you began laughing to yourself. What have I gotten myself into.

You lean down and run your thumb against his cheek. His skin felt very soft and you were surprised that he was not human, or was he.

Disregarding this thought you leaned in towards his face, slowly placing your lips on his gently. Nothing.

You give him another short gentle kiss. Nothing.

“Why isn’t this working…” you ask yourself. 

You decided to lean down for the last time and give Mingyu a gentle kiss but long kiss on the lips.

Still nothing.

“Well, I give up. Why isn’t he turning on. I guess that I’ll just have to carry him ba-.” 

You heard a knock on the door of your apartment so you quickly rose to your feet. Leaving Mingyu behind and answering the door. You had not even opened the door fully before you were greeted my Hoshi stepping through the door.

“So how are you enjoying your boyfriend? Did you get him to wake up yet. Oh, it seems like you have.”

“No, I haven’t...” you turned around to see a yawning Mingyu, slowly getting up from his position. in the box. As soon as he saw you his eyes lit up and he jumped up running over to snuggle you in a warm hug. You slightly pushed Mingyu off of you and he motioned for him to sit down by the chair.

He obeyed and you sat beside.

“Um, Hoshi can you please explain to me. Um, well everything!”

“Hey, hey. Calm down. I said that I’d help you and I did.This is Mingyu, your perfect boyfriend. He is exactly how you chose him to be when you were describing what you wanted. He’s exactly what you think he is,” Hoshi said with a beaming smile. “He’s your temporary boyfriend!”

"Temporary boyfriend! What's that supposed to mean. I thought I was being set up for a date or something and this robot shows up to my door!" you wave your hands dramatically giving him an incredulous look.

It was his turn to look confused, "I thought you understood this when you signed up. You did read the contract and terms of agreement before you order right?"

You went silent. You were so quick to sign up last night that of course you didn't read the fine print.

"Back the look on your face it seems that you didn't. But don't worry I'll give you a recap of the most important information. According to Section 47.b of clause 76 "The customer who places the order must strictly adhere to the contract by choosing to keep their soulmate for the 1 month trial period in immaculate condition. This will allow for our compant to collect information on how succesful relationships can occur for people who were having trouble with love." As well as the most important part, Section 108.f of clause 52 "Any customer who fails to abide by this contract will have to pay $10 000 000 to the company for lost time and wages, wasted materials, labour." I could go on but you can read that yourself. That would be all you need to know. If you have any more questions or concerns please let us know. Here's a physical copy of the contract just in case you decide you cancel it." He beamed towards you as he pulled a stack of what has to foot thick stack of papers. Bowing politely he quickly exits through your front door.

"10 million dollars? How could I let this happen" You had to sit down to take in your new information. You looked over to Mingyu your temporary boyfriend and supposed soulmate. Placing a hand on his shoulder you look up at him with determined eyes. "Hi Mingyu, I guess we have a long 30 days ahead of us."

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This was supposed to have numerous parts but I've written it so long ago and abandoned it :( But if y'all like it I might make a second part.

#seventeen #seventeen scenarios #svt #svt scenarios #mingyu #mingyu scenarios #mingyu scenario #seventeen mingyu #mingyu seventeen #i literally wrote this so long ago but since my posting has become non existent here is a scenario

[aanotheruniverse]

Something close to my heart I wrote a few years ago

THE SUICIDE CLINIC 

CIARAN HARDIE 

 The Waiting Room Nobody made eye contact at the Suicide Clinic. Everybody knew why you were there. If you are about to kill yourself, small talk is not really a high priority. As George craned his neck to take in the high ceiling, he was reminded of the similarly high ceilings in airports, and the Suicide Clinic is a sort of an airport - a temporary drop-off point between life and death. The Clinics all looked the same inside: spacious, fashionably modern, with wide white corridors, littered with suicide prevention signs and pretentiously artistic glass panels. They were the type of place where the floor squeaks as you drag your feet across it. To George's left side was a black man, in his fifties, whose short hair had started to turn white. Chancing a glance at him, George couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to him, and how his life had brought him to this moment. On his left, was an elderly woman clutching a kitsch pink handbag. A man sat in the corner of the room, dressed like a rocker, had his head firmly in his hands. Amidst the waiting room, George felt his individuality and personality slip away; he was just another face in the crowd. He felt, and not just in this moment alone, merely an observant to the world, and not a participant. He was simply being. Nothing happens after death, it’s all just biology and chemistry. Life, George thought, my life, maybe life itself is wholly insignificant objectively, so he had stopped bothering to try to add any subjective meaning to his life either. Although everything is, eventually it will not be, so why bother? Before Emma had taken her own life, George had never really given suicide and the means of suicide much thought, which can be cited as a good thing. Carbon monoxide poisoning is pretty painless, and you could even sleep through it, but there’s a bit of a tedious wait. Best to get it over with as quick as possible with something like hanging, but that’s a tad dark and unpleasant. Suicide bombing would be quick, but George didn’t know the first thing about improvising an explosive. Lethal injection lacks the sex appeal of exploding, or setting yourself on fire, or whatever, and a pill overdose would be too painful. At the Clinics, they provide you with the most sought-after method of suicide - although a difficult commodity to come by in England - a handgun. You would think the handgun would be the ultimate solution to a quick and easy suicide, but all sorts can go wrong. People attempt to shoot themselves from funny angles and often, they shoot only their ears off, or their nose, or part of their chin, and some even miss entirely. If a non-fatal shot were to be fired, there are medics waiting on site at the Clinic, but there would only be one bullet per gun at a time, so you only had one chance to get it right. If you were to miss, you would have to get a new ticket and wait all over again. Once you were dead, the Body Disposers would come and take care of your remains. Afterwards, the room is tidied spotless for the next person. As the unattractive glare from the overly-polished floor caught George’s eye, he was stuck by the institution’s obsession with cleanliness; would people really care if the room they were coming to die in were a little dirty? When George had collected his ticket (Number #227) from the annoyingly pretty receptionist, she had explained the procedure and he had to fill out a form, savouring the Clinic from any responsibility over your imminent death. They also let you choose what you hear before you die. George had known this in advance and had brought with him a CD of himself and Emma talking. One night, a couple of years ago now, Emma had interrupted one of his recording sessions, and he had accidentally left the tape running for hours, and recorded their conversation. They laughed about it and listened to the tape back after realising. Now that she was dead, and things had changed so severely, it felt like a tape from another universe, a relic of a time that now it is over, felt like it had never really existed in the first place. You also got to choose what image was projected in front of you as you die too, and he had brought a photograph of Emma from when he first met her. First there were designer handbags, then designer babies, and now, you could even design your own death. They didn’t want people to kill themselves, but local authorities couldn’t deal with the amount of blood and carcass painting their streets. Washing out the high street every morning, before the foggy-eyed, grey-faced consumers came to... consume, became somewhat of a chore. First there was the Super Hose, which lived up to its name only in its size, and not in efficiency. A team of Body Disposers would hose down the streets and it would all be drained down the newly introduced sewer system - the Bloodstream. The larger pieces, too big to be collanderised, would be put in the back of a lorry and driven off to an infirmary. Naturally, people revolted. They didn’t like the Super Hose, they didn’t like the strewn organs down their high street, and they especially didn’t like the Body Disposers, with their threatening red jumpsuits. George, who was fairly up to date with current affairs, remembered how it all had started: a research team in Europe had been controversially investigating if suicide-prone individuals would be more likely to commit suicide if the process was facilitated for them. George could no longer recall the results of the experiment, and it had become irrelevant now anyway, as the English government had leapt onto the idea, and implemented Suicide Clinics in every major town to cope with the epidemic. A place you could go to kill yourself, and not make so much of a mess for everybody left here still existing once you were gone. 24/7, 365, a place to die. Everywhere had a McDonald’s and a Suicide Clinic. It was supply and demand. People still threw themselves off buildings, however. Some people just refuse to conform to committing in the way they are “supposed” to commit. Drowning maintained a popular alternative too, and it handily came without the dreaded stigma of pavement bombing. There was one case, George remembered, in the news, where one lake was deemed such a spot of idyllic beauty that it had to be dredged due to the sheer number of bodies in it. Of course, the biggest concern to the authorities was simply why were so many people suddenly killing themselves? What had happened in order to make suicide rates increase tenfold? Even now, nobody really knows. As George’s mind wandered the history of the Clinics, he ran in to the question that had driven him in to one of them. Why, like all the other hundreds of thousands of people, had Emma killed herself? She was the one who had handled the break-up; she was the one who’d carried on with her life and her degree and seemed unchanged by things. George was the one who had been made redundant; the one who begged for her back; the one whose life had shrivelled up to being no more than an exercise of misery. Yet two weeks ago to the day, George had received the news: Emma, like all the others, had walked in to a Suicide Clinic, collected her ticket, waited her turn, and ended her life. 14 days of looking for answers had driven George to do the same. Still, in this waiting room, as he anticipated his death, George couldn’t help but wonder why? TPs (Technological People) - “Robots” had been deemed a derogatory term - had certainly had something to do with the other suicides. If there was a TP that could do your job, within a few weeks, you would be out of work. That’s what had happened to George, who was once a recruitment consultant for the IT industry, but now there was a computer that could do his job better, and for free. Conglomerates totally replaced the working human race with TPs. As you would conduct your life; shopping, eating, working, living, you were no longer greeted by human faces, but by metallic, dead-eyed, machines. Technology had sucked all the life out of the world, and days and weeks could go by without seeing another human face. Human social interaction all but died out, and friendship can no longer exist in these conditions, unless it is virtual. George wondered all the time, what is everybody doing? The human race has never been so unproductive. After millennia of rapid evolution in the right direction, we have just ceased. We slowed down, and then we stopped altogether. Nobody is doing anything, they are just existing. Observants, and not participants. That’s the fundamental problem, George thought, people’s lives aren’t worth living anymore, and the people are realising it. Shit, he was realising it after all, and now had come to do the same as all the others. A collective air of nihilism is present at every turning. We are opting out of the game; we just don’t want to play any more. Every day, another lieu of faces at the Clinic, another batch of people who won’t play, if they don’t see the point in playing. The cliches about finding yourself, determining your own happiness, and bringing meaning in to your own life don’t stick anymore, and the futility overwhelms. What’s the fucking point? They want an objective answer to that question. George became aware that he had started breathing heavily, and tried to decelerate his thinking, and calm himself down. He realised he had been clutching his right thigh very hard, and let go. He looked around the room once more; everybody shared the same expression of utter resignation. In the 54th minute since George had collected his ticket (#227), the silence in the room reached a no longer bearable decibel, and his fidgeting could no longer oppress his discomfort. Desperately, George wanted to engage the rest of the room in conversation. He had no idea what he wanted to say to all of these strangers, but the urge was definitely there. Feeling an excruciating sensation rise up in to his chest, George found himself on his feet and then over at the annoyingly pretty ticket- giver’s desk. “Hi”, George spoke, with no idea what he was doing. “Hi”, the ticket-giver looked up at him with an ill-disguised look of animosity. “Er, do you reckon I could, like, wait somewhere else? Is there like a private waiting room?” “Does there seem to be a problem with this waiting room?” “No, it’s not that, it’s just, I feel, uncomfortable waiting around with all these strangers”. “Sir, I can assure you that everybody feels the same. Please take your seat”. “Okay, well that doesn’t make anybody feel any better”. “Sir, please take your seat and wait for your number to be called”. George opened his mouth to respond, but found himself heading back to his seat. Across the room, sitting with her legs crossed, was Emma. George blinked in incredulity, but she was still there. She gave him a flirtatious wave. George got to his feet and tentatively walked across the room. “Yes?”, said the girl, and after a beat, “Can I help you?” “No. Sorry. I just thought you were someone else.” Back in his seat, George mentally kicked himself for being so stupid. She’s dead, he told himself, she’s dead. “Seeing me everywhere are you, George?”, Emma’s voice hit his ears, “Can’t get me out of your head?” The black man was no longer sitting to the left of George. Instead, Emma was there, with her perfect legs and tangled brown mane of hair. Laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of it all, George replied, “Can’t get you out of my head? Well that’s why I’m here isn’t it?” “What if it doesn’t work though?”, said Emma, as if the idea gave her great pleasure, “What if after you kill yourself there’s some sort of afterlife based on your living psychology? What if your eternity is me?” “Then I’ll have to find a a way to kill myself again”. “You can only kill yourself once, silly”. “Oh I know, it’s a grand shame, I would have done it loads by now, if I could. I’d wake up every morning any kill myself” “So dramatic”. Even a hallucinatory image of Emma could still get right under George’s skin. “You always call me dramatic, when you’re the one that’s dramatic” “You’re the one who’s speaking to a dead girl”. Anger swelled in George but before he could release a venomous retort, Emma was gone, and the black man was back in her place. “Okay, number 227, you’re up next”, the ticket-giver’s announcement brought George back to reality. “If you’d like to follow me”. Checking his ticket, George got to his feet yet again and followed her out of the waiting room and down a narrow, white corridor. The gravity of the situation hit George at once, and he felt the need to gag. When they reached the menacing black door, George stifled his queasiness. George resented himself for not wanting to embarrass himself in front of the ticket-giver. “Everything in the room will be exactly as you’ve been told”, she said, “The sound will already be playing, and when you enter the room, the image you’ve chosen will be projected in front of you. The gun is on a platform right in the centre of the room, you can’t miss it”. She held the black door open for him, and George entered the last room he would ever enter. The door closed behind him, and he was left alone. The CD of George and Emma was already playing over the sound system, and his stomach continued to churn unpleasantly. But, there was no image being projected. Rather, Emma herself was standing in front of George, looking as she had in the photo George had chosen. Her school uniform brought out her immaturity, and George felt a twinge as this is how she had looked when he had first fallen in love with her. “Of course you chose to have an image of me where I’m in my school uniform. You’re such a perv”, she said, purposefully emphasising her disdain. “This is how you looked when I first met you”. “Yeah, before you knew me. Before you knew you couldn’t control me, and I wasn’t really just a little girl. You put me in this uniform because you want to keep up the charade of me loving you and you controlling me”. How could she still be torturing me, George thought. Even now, after she’s gone, she’s still hellbent on torturing me. “It wasn’t a charade”, George replied, flatly. “I didn’t love you, George. I never did. I was young, I didn’t know”. “That doesn’t mean anything. You still loved me”. He was yelling already; George was always quick to yell at her, as she had liked to point out when she was still alive. “No I didn’t, George”. At times like these, George didn’t know if he loved her or hated her. Clearly, the more obvious feeling was hate, and every single word she said was like a personal calculated insult to him. And yet, he was so willing to get her to submit to him and admit that she loved him. “I wish I could still kill you. I wish you weren’t dead, purely for that reason. I want to bring you back to life just to choke you with my bare fucking hands”. “Well, I’m here. And hey, you don’t even need to use your hands. There’s a gun”. George was totally disoriented, and things had stopped making sense altogether... maybe he was already dead. He didn’t know, but with immense satisfaction, he picked up with gun and pulled the trigger. It was a perfect shot, hitting her square in the temple, and blood that was so dark it was more black than red, began to gush from the wound. She stayed standing. “What the fuck?” George looked around and hit himself in the face, trying to put a stop to the insanity, “Why aren’t you dead?” “George, silly, you think that’s going to kill me. This isn’t what it looks like; you’re still in the waiting room”. The walls around George warped and blurred until he realised he was in fact, still sitting in his chair in the waiting room. Emma was now sitting in the ticket-giver’s chair behind the desk, and she teased George from across the room, “Think you’re going crazy, George? Think you’re losing it yet?” “I have nothing to lose”, he muttered. “Seriously! All the fucking drama all the fucking time!” She seemed to be completely unaware of the fact that she was provoking him. “Shut the fuck up”. He had to end it, and a force comparable to nothing he had felt before flung him to his feet and he made his way over to the desk. He was going to hit her... he was going to hit her so fucking hard... And she vanished again, out of thin air, leaving George trembling on his feet in the middle of the waiting room. Knowing her next move, he turned around and as he expected, saw her sitting in his chair, looking very casual, and very, very happy. She reached into her pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one. “You can’t smoke in here”. Now, standing outside of the Clinic, each puffing on a cigarette, George racked his brain once more for answers. “You didn’t get this done, I don’t believe you. I know there’s something else going on here; this type of shit wouldn’t make sense to you”. “Because you know me so well?” God, why can’t she just turn it off for one second, George thought to himself. “Okay, maybe you’re right, maybe I don’t know you at all. I think that sometimes, that I just had it wrong the whole time. That we were so close and yet at the same time, we really didn’t know each other at all. But we spent 4 years together, Emma, I know for a fact that you did not kill yourself. You wouldn’t go to once of these places”. He was certain of it. “But you would, I know that. You have, after all”. “Only because you did”. “But you just said I didn’t do it!” “Okay, only because you allegedly did it!” “That’s not fun. You’re just gunna give up? You’re not gunna figure it out?” “I can’t figure you out”. “Draaaaaaamaaaaa”. A sigh escaped George. “Come on, George, if I killed myself, I wouldn’t have used this place. I would have just done it, you know, jumped off a bridge or slit my fucking wrists or something. I wouldn’t have come and sat in a queue and all this shit. Come on, you know I wouldn’t have done that”. “I don’t know why I’m here”. This was the truest thing George had said in recent memory. “You would’ve ended up at this place, whether you thought I had or not. This is so George; it’s got your name written all over it. You were always gonna kill yourself.” “I dunno. I guess, although everything is, eventually it will not be... So why bother?” “Come on, George, think. What happened to me?” George furrowed his brow, and concentrated. He visualised Emma, and his memories of Emma, trying to remember every moment they had shared together, in the hope of something somewhere igniting an epiphany. He remembered walking down his old suburban street with her, hand in hand. She would always instinctively take his hand, and not taking her hand would always cue an argument. He remembered how when she had so suddenly fallen out of love with him, how she had flinched when he had tried to touch her. He longed for the days when she would take his hand, without him having to take hers. Deeper memories... he remembered hugging her late one night down the high street after a comment from a tramp had made her cry. How something so stupid like a comment from a tramp could have shattered her, and made her need him. How truly fragile she had been underneath her tough demeanour. He remembered the smell of her hair, the smooth of her legs, and then, he remembered the sensation of her legs pressed against his head, and his tongue inside her vagina. He remembered how she would wither and moan, and clutch at the bedsheets. Was any of it real? Everything is so brief. Everything feels like it wasn’t true, like it was just a delusion, George thought. To him, everything just felt like some fucked up chemical imbalance in his brain. Too many drugs. Too much TV. But her, such a pretty, perfect thing. She had to have been real, the only real thing in a sea of distortion. Although everything is, eventually it will not be... George jolted in his chair in the waiting room. Emma was gone. The elderly woman sitting to George’s right turned to him, and said, “Were you thinking about eating out my pussy?” “What?!” George said, flabbergasted. It took a moment for Emma to take the place of the elderly woman. “I said were you thinking about eating my pussy? You were, weren’t you? Your lip quivers when you think about cunnilingus, George. I’m dead, you know, isn’t that a bit necrophilic?” “You’re not fucking dead!”, George yelled at the top of his lungs, and as he did, all the lights in the Clinic abruptly turned off, and all the people around George and Emma became immobile. Emma erupted in to tears and teared towards the door to the corridor. He couldn’t let her get away, she had to answer for this, so he pelted after her down the long, white corridor, calling after her. “Emma, wait! Emma! Emma! Come back!” She was impossibly quick, quicker than Emma had really been, quicker than anyone had ever been. George reached another door which had no handle, and began banging on it. “Emma, let me in! Emma, let me in, let me in now!” Emma called back from the other side of the door, her voice thick with authentic terror, “Leave me alone! I’m scared.” “I’m nothing to be fucking scared of Emma!” She had always said she was scared. Knowing she wouldn’t submit to persuasion alone at the time being, George kicked down the door which came off with surprising ease. George found himself in his flat kitchen, just as he had left it this morning before heading out. Emma was darting across the flat towards the front door, but he managed to catch up and grab her arm as she tried to negotiate her way around the furniture. “LET GO OF ME!” she squealed, still crying. “Emma, wait!”, there was tremendous force in George’s voice, “Listen to me”. “You’re fucking hurting me, George”. “How could you do that to me?!”, he screamed square in to her face, “How could you fuck those other guys! You’re fucking evil!” “Then let me go! Let me go, George, now!” Without thinking, he punched her and she fell to the floor. She was still fighting back, and with all his strength, he restrained her and, still without thinking, began to strangle her. She gasped and clawed at his face with her nails, but he wasn’t to be stopped. She pressed her thumbs in to his eye sockets, momentarily blinding him, and when he regained his vision, he was back in the waiting room. The lights were still off, the people around were still all in a dead sleep, and Emma was still in the place of the elderly woman. “Oooh, maybe that’s what happened!”, she said with tantalising excitement, “Maybe you killed me! What if you’re crazy? Like, like actually crazy. What if you killed me and you don’t even remember killing me?” “Emma, shut up. This is serious”. “What? Is it not dramatic enough for you?” The anger George had felt had climaxed with the sensation of asphyxiating her, and now he felt nothing but sad. “Were you scared of me, Emma?”, he asked. “Yes”. “Why?” “You’re obsessive, George. It’s too much. It’s scary”. The words instantly drew tears out of George’s eyes, and he wept. “Don’t you care that you hurt me?” Emma exhaled, and sounded more serious than she was normally capable of being. “You stole my childhood, George. You scandalised me”. “What fucking good is a childhood anyway! Hey! Who wants one!”, the notion of a spoilt childhood brought back George’s anger as if it hadn’t gone anywhere. She looked back at him with the same repulse that he recalled vividly from their last ever encounter. She spoke the same words, “I’m gonna go now”. George clutched her shoulder and searched her eyes for the person he once knew. “No, please, please don’t go Emma, not again. Don’t make me do this, please, please don’t leave me”. “See you on the other side, George” “NOOOO!” She had evaporated. The lights to the Clinic turned back on, and the people around came back to life. But George was really screaming this time, and the people around him jumped back in their seats. He wasn’t able to get out any words, he was just wailing at the top of his lungs. The ticket-giver instantly dashed out of her seat and over to George. “Sir, please, calm down, sir, sir, please, if you’d like to come with me”. “Fuck off!”, George mustered and threw his shoulder away from her as she tried to touch it. Two especially muscly Body Disposers with vacant faces barged in to the waiting area and each grabbed one of George’s arms. George was taken aback by their strength, and started flailing his legs around. The people in the waiting room looked in horror as George shouted, “No! This is wrong! This is all wrong!” The Body Disposers dragged George out of the waiting room, down the white corridor, and through yet another door. This time they had entered a much smaller room than any of the others, and the walls all matched the red of the Disposer’s ghastly jumpsuits. Before George could react, one of the Body Disposers was injecting him with a foul-smelling blue liquid. “What the fuck is that?!” George exclaimed. Nobody responded. After he had been injected, the Body Disposers softened their grip on him and he was able to break free, push the ticketgiver out of the way, and he flung open the door and began sprinting for the waiting room. The Disposers and the ticket-giver gave chase, and his feet slipped on the squeaky corridor floor. George felt as though his legs were filling up with concrete, and movement became an increasing struggle. His back hunched and he felt as though something invisible was pulling him down to the floor. Still, he pushed on and reached the waiting room door, and without a second of conscious-decision making, flung himself at the black man’s feet. “Don’t kill yourself. Please. Please, don’t kill yourself”. A few people jumped to their feet, and even the rocker with his head in his hands looked up at the commotion. The man looked back at him as if George had just asked for his hand in marriage. The concrete sensation as now filling his entire body, and he felt like an anchor was forcing him through the ground. “DON’T KILL YOURSELVES”, George screamed at the rest of the waiting room, and before the Body Disposers grabbed him again, he fell to the floor, unconscious.

#writing #prose #suicide #depression #heartbreak #literature #publishers

[jus-tea]

Going to explain a little about the Miss Rhona lyrics, what inspired different aspects etc, as I’ve seen a lot of people speculating over it, and coming up with their own ideas (which I fully support!) but for those who are curious...

1st Stanza

“Daddy’s at the food store” So, when this was written, myself, my partner, and seemingly everyone was spending so much time going from supermarket to supermarket trying to find the basics, the essentials. Pasta, flour, sugar etc were sold out seemingly everywhere. The weekend just before this was written he’d lined up for half an hour before Costco opened to ensure he acquired some toilet paper- which seemed impossible to get ANYWHERE. I had colleagues who sent their adult children to shops everyday (they couldn’t cause they were at work) to try to find toilet paper somewhere. We ran out at work, and ended up with tissues. People, generally, were spending so much more time trying to find essentials at supermarkets. It’s not nearly as bad now, but just over a month ago when I wrote this it felt like a big issue. Also, “food store”?! NO ONE HAS CALLED ME OUT ON THIS which I find so weird because no one actually says, “food store”?! What a weird expression! So why did I use it? Well! Initially I thought “cost-co” but didn’t use it because I wanted the rhyme to appeal more universally. And we only got a Costco in my city a few years ago and I know plenty of places in the world don’t have one so... I thought maybe supermarket? But thought maybe they didn’t call them that in other countries- market? Market sounded so strange as it’s really only fresh fruit and veggies we get in our local markets here (in my part of the world) and didnt fit with the image I was trying to create and besides all our markets were cancelled as they were too crowded.. so “food store” was initially just a place-hold. I still can’t believe literally no one has said “hey wtf is up with “food store? No one says that” but there you go. It’s in literally every version ive seen as that so... that’s what it is now. So, that line about the food store and collated with the next line, “mummy’s our of town- she’s working at the hospital” was based on news articles I’d read about doctors having to isolate themselves from their families by sleeping either at hospital or in their garage. People who couldn’t see their kids for ages, it was really sad! And then combining these lines, it’s about how these little kids for the first time really are sometimes being left home alone because their parents have stuff they *have* to do; get food or work, and lots of kids these days don’t get left home alone anymore, it was common when I was little but not for a long time! But seemingly suddenly with this pandemic it’s happening again. And I hadn’t seen that talked about but I was seeing glimpses of it and it, felt weird? I guess? So that made for the perfect beginning to a covid19 nursery rhyme- a kid getting left home alone a lot and not being really sure how to respond to that.

So, with the hide away lines, there’s 3 stanzas and in each miss Rhona gets closer. The first one is she’s “come to town”. Now I remember that feeling on that day learning that the first coronavirus case had occurred in my city. Up until then there was a bit of a sense of dread, like you knew it was everywhere else, then in the news it got closer and closer, with cases in small country towns nearby. But when it got to my city it was suddenly so real. And that’s where the story starts because Miss Rhona was HERE. She arrived in the kid’s town. The line, “she’s come to take us down” is another way of saying “she’s going to get you” and also links to the final line which reveals her success “she took us down/she’s brought us down”.

2nd stanza

So, she goes from being in town to being “at the doorstep” which represents getting closer- being in those people the child might interact with everyday- and imagined more literally in the postal worker delivering a package (actually ON the doorstep) or food delivery or anyone who they’d still have close contact with. But “I’ll keep 6 feet away” is a self reassurance that if they just do the right thing and keep their distance everything will be ok. But then the conflict! Grandma needs toilet paper, EVERYONE needs toilet paper and no one can get it anywhere! No doubt the dad is our trying to find some more while he’s at the “food store”. And I was thinking... my children’s grandmother lives in a different state to us but if we were in the same one you can bet your life id be out dropping essentials at her doorstep whenever I could- tp included. (Although, tbh the tp issue didn’t seem as bad in her state from what she told me) so in this bit I guess I imagined myself as the child because that would be something important to me, to make sure my elders had their essentials. Idk I tried to help where I could, got baby wipes when I found it for a friend with a newborn, stuff like that. So the conflict is the child’s sense of responsibility ensuring their grandmother has what she needs, while also knowing that the coronavirus, Miss Rhona, could reside in anyone they meet along the way. Kind of like a little red riding hood situation linking the dangers of strangers. So they open the door due to this sense of responsibility and, oh no, Miss Rhona was at the doorstep, remember? Now the child has it too; “Miss Rhona’s come to stay” IN THE CHILD. This line was to use the imagery of Miss Rhona coming to stay with the child at their house, like an aunt might come to visit for the weekend, but symbolises the virus coming to live within the child, they’ve caught it now, which is why they definitely, “can’t come out to play”.

Stanza 3

“But grandma needs the paper” that’s where the conflict arises again- the child’s sense of responsibility, maybe guilt even? Overshadowing their understanding of just how serious the virus would be should their grandmother catch it. They’re just a kid remember? They don’t understand. So they take her some anyway, everyone needs toilet paper! Also, I know that phrasing it as such misleads the listener to think about a newspaper. Thats how we talk, “I’ll get the paper!” My dad says ... often. But, 2 things, it rolls off the tongue easier than “grandma needs toilet paper” which would’ve messed up the rhythm anyway, and also, for anyone who’s lived it you would automatically know about the “great toilet paper shortage of 2020” 😅 there were so many memes about it and it was funny that everyone was obsessed with it but if you were one of those people who genuinely really couldn’t find any- and there were lots!- then it kind of sucked. And that’s a memory that’ll stick with you 🙈

So. The note. “And here’s a note from Rhona she wanted me to say” imagine the child at the grandmas doorstep, she’s bringing her tp (that’s nice) but the child is infected, and hands grandma a note. I imagined like a little filed up piece of paper in their back pocket they take out and hand over, to pass on the message from their aunt living in their house. As kids would do- what teacher hasn’t given their student a note and said “go tell mr x such and such” and the note is a reminder of what to say. But the note they hand over is also a metaphor. It symbolises contact between the grandmother and grandchild, and as grandma took it, she caught the virus too. And the note reads,

“Hide away, hide away, keep 6 feet away”

Which is that line repeated all the way through the rhyme. In the end, it’s what Miss Rhona was saying all along. Hide away children...

And the final line is a throwback to near the beginning, “she took us down” because earlier remember she came to “take us down” but now it’s happened and we’re in past tense. She did it. She took down the grandma, and possibly the child too, although I left that as ambiguous. To be taken down here is the symbol for death, of course. It’s pretty grim. But that was the point i suppose.

And that’s where it ends. Anything after that, while I’ve seen some adaptations made which sound really cool, doesn’t really make sense with the story, because they died in that moment. And continuing on after that seems a bit overkill, because I gues, perhaps symbolically at least, who would be able to continue singing the rhyme once they had already died?

But having said that, it’s still nice to see people get exited about it and want to contribute more lyrics too. Making up stories, songs, games, art in general, it’s a way we’ve found to cope i think? Like dark and morbid stories are a part of our culture because we respond to them. Lessons, feelings, etc. people far more articulate than I have explained before...

So. That’s Miss Rhona. This explanation was written really roughly and I apologise for that, but you get the gist. I strongly recommend for anyone who hasn’t already to check out the #miss Rhona recordings hashtag on my blog, because some of these melodies people have put to it are really beyond words. Dreamy, haunting. Peaceful. Childlike. Much more than the original chant-like skipping rhyme I originally envisaged.

Thanks for reading this far... please be safe and look after your grandmothers ❤️

#miss rhona discourse

[wkemeup]

For the witness drabbles i was wondering what would the reaction be to finding out they are expecting?

(+ “Witness one shot or Drabble where Bucky and reader have really steamy sex and end up pregnant” by anon and “Reader ends up pregnant” by anon) 

warnings: SMUT (18+)

The Witness MasterList

You sat on the edge of the tub, hunched over with your elbows resting on your knees as you tapped your foot anxiously. Glancing up to the tiny white stick on the bathroom sink every few seconds, though you knew better than to check it before the timer on your phone rang out. Hands raked through your hair, nails dragging along your scalp just to find some reprieve from the nerves in your stomach, though it did little good.  

The reflection of the diamond on your left hand caught your eye and you let out a heavy breath. Your fingers grazing over the gemstone, thinking back to the day nearly two years ago when you met Bucky down the end of an aisle surrounded by the people who had come to be your family.  

In the world of doubts swimming in your head, he wasn’t one of them.  

You were ready for kids; at least that what you thought until you started waking up every morning with a nausea that constantly had you rushing to the bathroom and avoiding Bucky’s concerned questions. The possibility of it being real settled in and your mind drifted back to the night you knew was responsible.  

***

Your back slammed against the wall the second Bucky was able to get the front door open, his mouth running along your neck hungrily as he pinned you down with his body weight. Wet, needy kisses as he sucked into the sweet spot on your neck that made you shiver down your back and left an aching need between your legs.  

“Bucky,” you panted, hand fumbling along the door to lock the deadbolt, “slow down, will ya?”

“Can’t,” he mumbled against your skin as his hand traveled down the front of your dress, your heart racing in the movement. His hand settled at the end of your dress, lifting it ever so carefully, until his hand set on the bare skin of your thigh, edging up to your waist. He nipped at your earlobe. “Can’t stand another second not being inside you, doll.”  

His words shot straight to your core and you could help but grind down against his thigh he had preemptively placed between your legs just to find some relief. He chuckled at that, his fingers playing with the waistband of your panties as his tongue brushed over your lips. He nudged his thigh against your core and you let out a groan that only spurred him on.  

“Don’t know how much you can stand either, baby,” Bucky purred, his words slightly muffled against your lips as he kissed you.  

“Think we can wait long enough to step away from the door?” you laughed, swatting Bucky away playfully.  

He’d spent most of the night telling you had badly he wanted you. Even sitting across the dinner table in the nicest restaurant you’d been to for months, he couldn’t keep those dirty words out of his mouth. He needed you right on that table in the front of all those people, he said, and you only rolled your eyes.  

He wasn’t kidding.  

Bucky didn’t waist a second and tugged you up into his arms. You let out a yelp, hands wrapping around his broad shoulders as he gripped under your thighs. Even as he walked you to the bedroom, his lips didn’t once leave your neck. You’d find purple markings along your skin in the morning, though you didn’t mind. Bucky always loved seeing the leftover remnants of the night before when he woke the following day, fingers tracing delicately against the colors upon your skin like painted masterpieces.  

He tossed you onto the bed and you bounced upon the mattress, laughter erupting in the room as Bucky crawled his way on top of you. His lips returned to yours, silencing you as he nipped and sucked at your mouth. His tongue traced against you and you parted your lips for him.  

You kissed him like he was the last breath you had and it only urged him on as he dragged his hardened length against your leg, aching with need beneath his jeans. Distracting him in the kiss, your hand slid down his stomach until it slipped behind the band of his pants and gripped at his cock. Bucky let out a whimper into your mouth and you smirked against him, running your hold along his hardened shaft.  

“Fuck, doll, you’re gonna kill me,” he panted, eyes glancing down to your hand nestled in his jeans. You flicked your thumb over his tip and he nearly gasped at the sensation. He pulled back suddenly, yanking his shirt over his head, revealing the rippled of muscles and scars beneath.  

Your eyes caught onto the marred skin of his shoulder; still present and rough against his smooth skin, though they had faded in the years. The surgical scars upon his abdomen had all but disappeared, but you could still find them if you tried. You knew his body too well not to.  

You felt Bucky tugging on your dress as he struggled to get it off of you. “Help me out here, babe?”

You laughed, obliging his request and pulled the dress up over your head, leaving you in just your bra and panties. The two-toned gold of your pendent swung down by your breasts.

Bucky licked his lips hungrily as he shimmied his jeans down over his hips along with his briefs and kicked them off to the corner of the room. His cock hung proudly, waiting for you, red and dripping in precum, and your hand reached out for it. He gripped onto your wrist before you could touch him again.  

“You’re wearing more clothes than me, baby,” Bucky purred and his hands curled into the thin fabric of your panties. You smirked at him, giving that slight nod he needed and he pulled them down your thighs; the cool air causing you to squeeze your thighs together to alleviate the ache in your throbbing core.  

Bucky grabbed a hold of your knees, pressing them down to the mattress and spreading you open for him. He sighed, eyes settling on the wet shine of your folds.  

“Such a pretty sight,”

“Don’t make me blush, Bucky,” you teased, unclasping your bra from behind your back and swinging it over to the laundry basket.  

“Like you ain’t blushing already, doll,” Bucky smirked, settling himself between your legs as he ran his cock against your folds. You let out a gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders for support, hand grazing over the hardened skin of his left side.  

Bucky snaked a hand between your bodies and ran his fingers up the slick of your folds, parting you further and spreading the wetness up the slit. You let out a godly moan and Bucky pressed his face to the crook of your neck to keep himself from coming on the spot. A finger slipped into you easily, followed quickly by another. Your hips rocked against his hand and your nails dragged along his skin.  

“Oh, Bucky, f-fuck,” you mewled, panting into his ear and releasing the sweetest sounds he ever heard.  

“Jesus, Y/n,” Bucky groaned, circling your nub with his thumb as his curled his fingers against your walls, “you gotta be careful with those noises if you want me to make it long enough to come inside you.”

“Then stop teasing me and get on with it,” you said breathily and the grin that passed Bucky’s lips was enough to send shivers down your spine.  

“Whatever you want, baby,” Bucky grunted as he lined himself up, his tip edging at your opening until he slid himself inside. Warm and tight and encasing around him enough to make his eyes flutter shut in the sensation. He sank down into you until he had nothing left to give and settled himself against you. Chest pressed to yours, just revealing in the feeling of you all around him, all consuming. It wasn’t something he’s ever get used tp.  

“Bucky?”

“Yeah, baby?” he replied hazily.  

“I’m gonna need you to start moving,” you teased, kissing at his cheekbone lazily. He smiled sweetly at you, entirely too gentle and pure for the state of his body connecting with yours, but Bucky Barnes was an enigma; a culmination of kind and soft and lethal and needy. He was everything.  

“Sorry doll, you just feel so good wrapped around me,” he sighed, winking at you before he pulled out slowly, just to bait you, and pushed back in with agonizing pace. You whined his name again and he chuckled to himself, lips pressing to his favorite spot on your neck as he picked up his thrusts. Steady rhythm as he stretched and filled you and built upon the knot tightening at your core.  

“So good,” he panted into your ear, “so fucking good, doll.”

Propping himself up on his left elbow, he slid his hand down your stomach until it settled above your slit. One touch and you arched up against him, nails digging into his back. He gritted his teeth, the pleasure and pain searing together, as he began to rub hasty circles at your clit.  

“Bucky, oh God-” you cried, pushing your hips up to meet him halfway and his thrusts became more urgent, harsher, needy, chasing that release you both desperately craved. Walls clenching around him, his cock throbbing, the knot at your core twisting and pulling and building and building until-

RING RING RING  

***

Your head snapped up, a gasp in your throat as the timer of your phone echoed through the walls of the bathroom. You scrambled to your feet, tapping on your phone at least four times before you were able to turn off the timer. The silence that followed only made it easier to hear the deafening thumping of your heart inside your ribcage.  

Slowly, carefully, you approached the test. Eyes closed and hands clenched at your sides, you didn’t even know what you wanted it to read. It wasn’t like you and Bucky were actively trying, but you had talked about it before. He’d made it known he wanted kids with you, but he didn’t once put any pressure on how soon he wanted it to happen. He was a patient man, he told you, and you knew he was sincere.  

Would you feel relieved if it was negative? Disappointed? Would you be terrified if it had those two little pink lines? Excited? You had no idea.  

A knock came from the other side of the door and your heart nearly leapt from your chest.  

“Y/n?” Bucky called cautiously. “You okay, sweetheart?”

He wasn’t supposed to be home so soon. Your lips parted to respond but nothing came out. It was like you were paralyzed.  

“Y/n?” Bucky called again, a nervous tone in his voice, when you didn’t respond. “I’m coming in, alright?”

You swallowed thickly, staring at the door, though you made no movement to lock it. Maybe you didn’t have to go through this alone. Bucky was supposed to be your partner in everything. You shared rings to remind you of that. You found yourself thumbing the band on your left hand.  

The door creaked open and Bucky peaked in through the sliver to find you clenching your jaw, hands pressed into fists at your side, and quick breaths in your chest. He narrowed his eyes, pushing the door open further and reaching out for you. He gathered you quickly into his arms, chin resting on the crown of your head. You never felt as safe as you did in his arms.  

“What’s wrong, doll? Everything okay?” he asked, pulling back just to examine you further.  

You nodded, though your eyes glanced over to the pregnancy test on the sink. Bucky followed your gaze and his breath caught in his throat.  

“I haven’t looked yet,” you blurted out. “I… I don’t know what I want it to say and I’m afraid you’ll be-”

“Hey, hold on now,” Bucky soothed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’m not going to be anything, okay? I’m on board with whatever it says and if it’s not what you want, then I’m on board with that, too.”

You nodded slowly, taking in a deep breath as Bucky’s hands ran along your arms.  

“You’re my wife, Y/n. I’m with you every step of the way,” he said sweetly and you believed every word.  

Bucky closed the toilet seat and sat down, rubbing his hands together nervously as he waited for you to look at the results of the test. If he was honest, he knew exactly what he wanted the test to say, he’d wanted it for a while, but he was cautious to watch for your reaction first. You were the love of his life, the most important person in his world, and if you weren’t ready, it was the end of the discussion. When it was time, he wanted you to be just as excited as he was. If it meant waiting a little longer, he was okay with that.  

You swallowed, wincing as you took another step closer to the sink. With Bucky’s eyes watching you so carefully, you found it hard to find your breath. Then as if he could read your mind and you often questioned if he could, Bucky’s hand snaked into yours, squeezing it softly just to remind you he was there.

You picked up the test and you were surprised to find a smile curve up your lips. Shock. Excitement. Maybe a little relief and you clung onto the tiny stick.  

“Y/n?” Bucky asked nervously. “What did it say?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Bucky froze, wide eyed. He scratched at the nape of his neck, eyes everting to the ground before they looked up at you again under hooded stare. “Are we, um, are we happy about that?”

You nodded, the smile only lifting your cheeks higher as a grin broke out on Bucky’s face. “Yeah, yeah I think I am.”  

“Yeah? For real?”

“Yes, Bucky, for real,” you laughed, amused by the look of complete disbelief in his features. “I’m happy. I’m really, really happy.”

Suddenly, he let out a joyful shout and swung you into his arms, lifting you up to sit on the bathroom sink. He kissed you through the dizziness in his head, the thumping of his heart racing with an excitement he didn’t know how to contain. 

Stars aligning, a millennium of pain crammed into the few short months that hurled Bucky into your life, and you’d do it again, live every second over, if it meant it would bring you to this moment with him.  

With Bucky.

Completely and undeniably yours.  

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ok folks thats it 😭 I have so appreciated the love for this story and I sincerely wish I could get to all the drabble requests you sent in because were so many cute ones and ones that made me smile and laugh. I might come back to this story eventually but for now I want to focus on my future works.

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so............how y’all’s cities and workplaces handling this virus shit lmao

(checking in from my end: unnecessary panic, empty shelves, questionable work practices... more under the readmore)

first off: i work at a grocery store lmao. not a major one and not a Costco, thank fuck, but we’re definitely 100x busier than usual.

[from what i’m hearing] most/all of our Walmarts and Costcos ran out of toilet paper on Wed/Thurs. we ran out of tp yesterday (friday). our store ran out of hand santizer in mere hours. 

i’m reading about businesses laying off workers (how fucking shitty??)...

...meanwhile, mine took our upcoming work schedule, changed it on the fly, and gave us all extra hours, for a schedule that was posted a week ago (they did ask me about starting early one day, but not others)

which makes me laugh because in the literal previous email, they gave us complete shit for not booking off time 2 weeks prior and would start outright denying it if it was less than 2 weeks’ advance

soooo i can’t book off any time if it’s not 2 weeks out, but you can totally change my schedule that starts in 2 days??

we vote emergency powers to the chancellor or what lmao

i had big plans to travel this year lmaooooooooo

i was already hating work and wanting a lighter schedule lmaooooo

they cancelled schools for 2 weeks after march break, which is brutal considering our province has been in teacher strikes for, idek, months now? those poor kids jfc

i could complain for hours tbh. i do feel for those families who have lost loved ones to this virus. and i feel for anyone in the “danger” zone, like the elderly and babies, or anyone taking care of them

......but that doesn’t excuse these panicky asshats from hoarding toilet paper and basic necessities?????? go fuck yourselves

tbh i find the general population to be FAR overreacting

i’m absolutely fucking done with 2020 tbh lmao

#ranting #i hate everything rn #covid 19 #rorambles