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tosikoarts · 4 years

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SFW Alphabet | Vasily

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Caught in Japan mute and technically deaf, since people speaking Russian are a quite rare finding in Hokkaido, Vasily is limited in his expression of affection. Obviously, first thing that comes to mind is communication though his amazing drawings but they are static and, therefore, lacking small details that are so important in dialogue. So he pays much more attention to non-verbal part of communication (probably unknowingly) to win a person.

He tries to sit by their side, not opposing but not siding, just right to attract attention. When “talking” to them, Vasily’s eyes become hundred times more expressive: he raises eyebrows in shock, frowns to show misunderstanding or anger, bulges eyes in surprise, squints eyes in disbelief. He has no idea what they are saying unless they draw responses as well. In all other cases Vasily trusts his guts, their general looks, and tone of the voice.

Speaking of drawings. We all can agree Vasily secretly draws them and hides pictures everywhere. He always keeps one, the best one in his opinion, close to the heart. Sugimoto found one of portraits and Vasily waved his arms so hard that he almost took off, but Saichi just smiled and promised to take his secret to the grave. Vasily will definitely show his creations to them when the time comes.

Physical affection. It is so hard. He needs a lot of clues to avoid awkward situations. No hugs, no big skin-to-skin contact unless he is at least 50% sure in their consent. Such low percentage because how much can you tell in situation like his? Vasily loves to be close to them and gets overly excited when they initiate holding hands even if it’s only for a few seconds.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He is such an unpredictable friend to be honest. You never know what to expect. Today he disappears into thin air just to fall on your head tomorrow with a weird-looking kettle. It’s a new shiny samovar! Now you can drink real tea!

Vasily will follow you anywhere. Just call him, and you will have the best travel companion in the whole world. During the trip, he collects various trinkets and wraps them into his sketches. He drags you to the most crowded places where all fun takes place. Let’s skip the fact that “fun” is not always safe.

Before Vasily met Ogata, he loved to sing in a company. His bass-baritone was a gem of any gatherings and worked on girls like a charm. Now Vasya can’t say a word but you can catch him humming unfamiliar melodies from time to time. If his friend joins in singing, Vasily will clap hands in admiration.

The best around to get drunk with. His self-control is commendable since Vasily knows exact amount of alcohol he can take. He is in charge of bringing everybody back to camp if they decide to take a walk and slapping their hands when they reach for another glass. Not a mother type. His control extends only to drinking.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Classical big spoon and won’t let them be one if they are smaller than him. Vasily likes to cuddle but short cuddling annoys the hell out of him so his ideal cuddle session has to last at least half of hour without any interruptions. He also likes when partner lies on his chest. This position gives Vasya chance to slowly rub their back, ruffle their hair or play with it.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He… never thought about it? Despite widespread Slavic tradition of having large family and house in which sound of children’s stomping never dies down, Vasily never discussed settling down or getting married with anyone. It is not like he is not capable of living sedentary way of life, it just wasn’t relevant. Vasily needs someone to push him towards changing his lifestyle if they want to settle down in a future.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Unlike the others, Vasily can’t explain himself and simply say “well, it won’t work out, let’s stay friends”. So he gives up trying. There are only two options:

In first Vasily slowly distances himself from them, growing abyss gets increasingly noticeable every next day. In the beginning, he ignores them loudly calling his name in the woods. Then he stops to turn around to their voice, he looks away just not to look them right in the eyes. The more assertive person is, the more they resist his cold treatment, the harsher Vasily becomes.

In second Vasily abruptly leaves country and goes back to Russian Empire. No notice. Nothing. The only reminder of his existence is a trail of shallow footprints in the snow and one or two drawing he did not manage to burn.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Once again, he haven’t thought about it at all. If his loved one brought up a marriage, Vasily would need to have a mental sit down. There is a ton of responsibilities hidden under the marriage concept, it makes ephemeral bond between two dryly official, but Vasily, will marry them if it will make them happier. He is ready to pop a question after two years, and only after another person shows their interest in it.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Stoic and collected in a professional sense but sincere and rough-ly gentle in everyday life. Turgenev, a Russian novelist, wrote that a real Russian has a heart of a child, and Vasily surely falls into this category: behind the image of a cold-blooded sniper hides a personality prone to vivid sensual experiences. He holds loved one like the most precious thing in the world and cares for them deeply.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Loves hugs with all his heart. After long time apart Vasily will squeeze them in a bear hug, leaving their legs hanging freely in the air. During the day Vasily likes to randomly come up from behind and place hands on their waist or thighs, while resting his chin on their shoulder or head. If his partner is teeny-tiny he can’t resist the urge to place them between his legs, their back to his chest, and press them closer, hiding them in his big ass coat.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

After good interpreter magically appears on the horizon? In any case, if he tries to do it without someone who understands Russian, you’ll get funny pantomime accompanied by sighs in different keys. He will write “Я люблю тебя” under another portrait just to get upset that nobody understands him.

It depends not on the time spent together but on events that they lived through, so it may take from one month to few years. By the time Vasily feels like saying “I love you” they probably realize it by his amorous behavior.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Patient jealous type. But before we get to it, let’s say few people will take a risk and flirt with a partner of such a mysterious stranger. He carries a riffle, which means he shoots living creatures. Nobody wants to get shot, okay. One can hit on his partner and pray nobody points to it. When it happens, Vasily takes a silent stand behind his loved one and just stares at love rival until they go away. If it doesn’t help, Vasya may flip and take person to the ground with one hard blow. He keeps poker face the whole time.

His partner is flirting with someone? Gets touchy and lovey-dovey? After long monitoring and accepting an unpleasant fact, Vasily bounces back and forth between the stages of denial and anger. Next days he shoos them away with a hand gesture and tortures himself, overthinking if it really was what he thought it was. Puppy eyes and gentle pats are usually enough to calm him down.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

In the beginning Vasily dodges kisses like Neo does bullets. Very unobtrusively all attempts to kiss him come to naught, he rises hand in stop sign or turns around, tightening bashlyk in hurry. Not that he doesn’t want to, he is just afraid. No, not that they will gasp in fright or find scars on his cheeks ugly. He is afraid of pain. Thought of someone touching his face sends unpleasant tingle down to the jaw. Given the physiological position of the tongue and teeth, you can imagine what that bullet… well, better not.

Later Vasily relaxes enough to let them kiss him in the forehead. In return he nuzzles in their hair or neck or anywhere they allow to. As long as they are satisfied with such a surrogate, he is chill and forgets about his deformation.

One day Vasily surrenders to their wishes and lets them unwrap bashlyk like a birthday present. He closes eyes in praying for gentle touch. After realizing the light touch on the lips does not cause pain Vasya develops much more positive attitude towards kissing. Now he kisses them himself, hooray. On the nose, one the cheeks, on the lips. No tongue tho. He prefers to do it in private, far from prying eyes.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

For some vague reason kids seem to really like him? They love his silence and smiling eyes (Tyra Banks is proud of you, sweetie) just as much as his willingness to play with them. Vasily sees no problem to run around enjoying games that have Russian equivalent: kakurenbo/hide and seek similar to “прятки” and janken/rock paper scissors is identical to “камень, ножницы, бумага”. Moreover Vasily’s physical states are impressive: he throws kids in the air and catches them like it’s nothing, spins them around until he gets dizzy, etc. Feels more comfortable to play with little kids and toddlers than teenagers.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Immediately after waking up, Vasily gets up and thoroughly stretches. Usually his partner is still asleep so he has some time to do some housework. In summer and spring, Vasya grabs a scythe and mows overgrown weeds near the house, in fall he cuts firewood for the next season, and in winter you can catch him by the window, looking at endless white fields where he doesn’t have anything to do! After morning routine is over, he greats now woken up partner with a temple kiss and together they decide what to cook for breakfast.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Likes to enjoy privacy of his home. After the list of useful (and not so useful) things has been done, Vasily wants to bury his face in the partner’s neck and relax. He is all about tea party with fresh baked buttered buns, inept massage, cuddling with fingers intertwined. If night out occurs, it is a casual walk around the city/village with a purpose of catching hot news and exchanging niceties.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Vasily has his soul wide open and is ready to tell his partner about the past, family, friends, traditions, and many-many other things, but does he really have an opportunity? During the journey, Vasya tries to get around the inability to speak by drawing and pointing to somehow related items but it rarely makes any sense. In general, he does not dump everything at once so he can back to topic and start conversation from where they left it.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He has a good understanding that cool head is a main tool in problem solving. You can annoy Vasily as much as you like, he will just shrug his shoulders and shake his head because there’s no point in responding aggressively. In the event of a serious incident (category includes betrayal, treason, encroachment on something important to him) Vasily will hold strong emotions back anyway. It is not that he doesn’t want to tear wrongdoer to pieces, no. He will do it, directing all the destructive power of hatred into action itself.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Great memory, especially visual memory that helps him to find way back to camp or hotel without asking for anyone’s help. Vasily’s watchfulness plays a big role in interaction with others, especially with loved one. Did their gaze linger on a certain stuff? Was it flower? Weapon? Some sort of food? What was their facial expression? He picks up whether they press received present to the chest or try to hide it as soon as possible. Vasily may surprise loved one with a gift that they were staring in the shop but didn’t buy even after few months pass.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The time is far past midnight. Heavy clouds cover the sky over the river valley, and the only source of light are anvil crawlers, sprawled between bare branches of oaks and beeches. Vasily is wide awake. Rolling thunder has nothing to do with it. He is too concentrated on a person quietly snuffling on his chest. They are so close. He is so happy. He feels… important? Special? Lucky? When they wanted snuggle up to someone in seek of protection, they went to Vasily. Not to Sugimoto whose yell fills people with a primal fear. Not to Shiraishi whose dumb jokes can distract from looming threat. To him. Vasily keeps wondering how his loud heartbeat didn’t wake them up. He can’t wait for a morning to plant a dozen kisses on their cute sleepy face.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

It completely depends on another person’s self-defense skills. If they can take care of themselves, Vasily won’t worry much. They are not a child to have someone watching their every step. If they are less skilled, then he will keep an eye on them. One dirty look is enough for Vasily to become alert and sneak closer to the partner. He will try to avoid a direct confrontation but if it is impossible Vasily will aim for a head.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

The very presence of Vasily in another country is an endless trying so he is used to give his best. Most of Vasya's time is spent on picking social clues and particular interaction qualities between Japanese people, comparison with those in his own culture, and application of synthesized results in his own relationship. For example, if there’s a chance Vasily would buy them the sweetest marshmallow from famous Abrikosov confectionery concern, but following Japanese tradition he would… well, he’ll stick to Russian presents until he spends enough time in Japan. Doesn’t care about anniversaries so do not expect extra effort.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

It can be difficult for a serious person to be with Vasily because of his childish behavior. Yes, it's fun to fool around with the person from outside that is in such a sad position that he has no other choice but to laugh. Only at some point will it seem stupid and unreasonable.

Still, in the Slavic countries, a man has always been considered the leader of the relationship and his opinion was put above all others. Sometimes Vasily tries to change his partner and impose his vision of the world on them. He doesn't look like an strictly uncompromising individual but Vasily may have a little bit of this in him.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Comfort and warmth are the main criteria for Vasily when choosing clothes. In addition, face protection is important to him as well because a good soldier knows how to cover his weaknesses and leave opponents without any benefits. Vasily values his sideburns and takes a good care of them himself. In addition, he is aware his blue eyes are hypnotic secret weapon of Russian Empire and they are another thing he really likes in own appearance.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Crossing the border illegally, he didn’t expect to make friends in the first place, leave alone jumping into romantic relationship. Ending up cuffed instead of having a little fun as a side mission in spontaneous sniper hunt surely leaves him attached. Attachment leads to hurt. If they decide to end the relationship Vasily’s feelings are crushed. You can catch the moment of realization: his shoulders drop and eyebrows rise in surprise as he takes step back. That’s okay. Vasily doesn’t hold grudges. His behavior remains positive despite being hurt.

If they were killed, Vasily will cross the whole damn country to find the culprit. He will search every corner, turn every stone to make them pay. Only then Vasily will allow himself to mourn properly, pray for them. After returning back home, he will light a candle in their memory during each church visit.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Vasily is far from “innocent” persona people try to picture him. His disability and unfamiliar environment gave him a great disguise but Vasily is sniper, he is deadly. Given his size and physique, Vasya, probably, can suffocate person with single hand, and squeaky sound of leather gloves friction sends goosebumps down his spine.

Corporal punishment was allowed up until 1904 both in army and navy of Russian Empire. I can see Vasily as someone who got into minor troubles but was disliked by his mentors so he got a bit of whipping, flogging, maybe, even running the gauntlet. His back is covered in merely visible thin white and pink lines.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Controlling partner is a big no-no. There are people that tolerate their loved one directing everything, gently pushing towards favored decisions, but Vasily isn’t one of them. It irritates him to the point where Vasya crosses his hands on the chest and throws a mum fit.

Vasily is a smart man, Vasily knows that good things take time. That’s why he can’t imagine himself with an impatient person by his side. In addition, you’ll need patience to deal with his forced silence that prevents intelligible communication.

Pretence. Mostly because Vasily can’t get why would you fake something? It doesn’t make you successful person, it just make you a liar.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Doesn’t care where to sleep while it’s still dark. As soon as the first sunbeam hits his face, Vasily quickly jumps on his feet and gets to work. Same goes for any other light source like candle, lamp, torch. Prefers to doze with rifle by his side so that in the case of danger he could easily protect himself and others. Also Vasily sleeps exclusively on his back to minimize face contact with hard surfaces.

The thought of his homeland makes Vasily's heart ache, mostly because he misses sleeping on the Russian stove (remember “печка”?). There’s nothing even close to the heat it radiates. He just wants to curl on the stove and eat fresh kalaches.

Sleep quality is inversely proportional to the presence of dreams. It is easy to understand that Vasily had one: his face expresses complete detachment, and in his eyes you can see immeasurable sadness.

#golden kamuy #vasily #golden kamuy headcanon #golden kamuy imagine #tosikowrites

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ggukcangetit · 4 years

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Tomorrow: Jungkook x Reader

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Fluff. Grad student au!; grad student! jungkook; grad student! reader; grad student! bts

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: Suggestive language, mild kissing. Not much else really.

Summary: At the beginning of your third year of your PhD program, you didn’t expect many changes. Until the new PhD cohort started classes, and Jeon Jungkook became part of your group of friends.

A/N: i just wrote this randomly with zero plot in mind. idk what this ended up becoming but read it and lemme know if you like it?

“Choi is a madwoman. I swear she makes me do so many lit reviews just to see me suffer.” Park Jimin, 2nd year PhD student, works part time at HopeWorld dance studio, and is currently regretting many of his life choices.

“I told you not to say yes to every single project that came your way.” Min Yoongi, 4th year PhD student, weekend DJ at Club Moonlight, recipient of the university’s most prestigious research grant, currently lives in a posh apartment four streets away from the main research lab.

“We’re older. Which means we have more experience. Which means we tend to be right more often.” Kim Seokjin, another 4th year PhD student, enrolled into the PhD program after realising that the completion of his MBA meant he would have to join the family business, amateur chef with professional sass, and sole reason behind Min Yoongi being able to afford living in a posh apartment four streets away from the main research lab.

“Not when you bet Tae he couldn’t finish grading Kang’s first year Intro class papers in 24 hours.” Jung Hoseok, 3rd year PhD student, simultaneously working on a second Master’s degree, also happens to run HopeWorld dance studio during his oodles of free time.

“Speaking of, weren’t you supposed to treat us if you lost the bet, Seokjin?” Kim Namjoon, 3rd year PhD student, plant dad, head of the graduate student council, and all-around overachiever.

“Tae was supposed to choose the place. Did you decide on which exorbitantly expensive restaurant Seokjin is going to take us to, Tae?” Y/L/N Y/N, 3rd year PhD student, roommates with Namjoon and Hoseok, addicted to bubble tea.

“I have a better plan. The incoming first year PhDs are supposed to have their orientation tomorrow. I think Seokjin should organise a mixer to welcome them.” Kim Taehyung, aforementioned ‘Tae’, 2nd year PhD student, works part time at the local art gallery, roommates with Park Jimin, deceptively fast at grading papers.

“I do not remember agreeing to that,” said Seokjin, with a frown, shutting his laptop with a definitive snap.

“Come on, it’s not like you can’t afford it,” Yoongi remarked, not having looked up from the large stack of papers in front of him. “If you can insist on paying 3/4ths of the ridiculously high rent of our apartment even though we could have moved into the perfectly reasonable priced place 20 minutes away from the lab, you can damn well afford to host a mixer for the incoming cohort.”

“20 minutes by car. It takes 45 minutes to walk there, Yoongi. Or do I need to remind you of the fact that only Y/N and Sooyoung own cars in our department?” scoffed Seokjin.

“Do I hear trouble in paradise? Have Yoongi and Seokjin finally had their first fight after years of marital bliss?” Lim Sooyoung, 4th year PhD student, part-time yoga instructor, full-time reluctant designated driver due to being the only other PhD student in the department with a car.

“Hilarious,” grumbled Seokjin. “That joke is about as old as the milk carton at the bottom of Namjoon’s fridge.”

“That’s still there?” asked Hoseok, scandalised. “You told me you threw that out 4 months ago!”

“It’s a limited edition Blue Bean milk carton! I couldn’t throw it out, Hobi,” replied Namjoon, sheepishly. The use of Hoseok’s nickname meant that he had run out of logical arguments against throwing out the milk carton that had been purchased three months into their first year of doctoral studies.

“Have you ever considered emptying out the contents and keeping just the carton?” you asked. This suggestion was met with the raising of an eyebrow and the throwing of an airpod by Namjoon. Unfortunately, this also meant that the airpod didn’t reach its intended target.

“Ow!” exclaimed Hoseok, rubbing the side of his face where the airpod had made contact. “This is why you’ve been through 33 pairs of airpods in the last year, Namjoon! You have dormant violent tendencies and terrible hand-eye coordination.”

“Now back to that mixer,” said Taehyung, turning towards Seokjin. “I’m thinking around 5 pm at the Underground should be good. What do you think?”

“Fine,” sighed Seokjin, reluctantly. “I’ll send a message on Slack. Who’s got the first years’ contact info?”

xxx

The next day, you found yourself struggling to find parking outside the Underground, despite it being 4.30 pm on a Tuesday. Namjoon and Hoseok were sitting at the back and discussing ways in which they could watch as many of the student films that were being shown over the weekend, while Taehyung sat shotgun and muttered to himself as he tried to destroy some kind of adversary on that godforsaken game that he always seemed to play. You whipped out your phone and started texting Sooyoung about whether she had found any parking.

SY: just parked… sending you the location… its behind the club

SY: is seokjin with you

Y/N: thanks!

Y/N: no i’ve got tae joon n hobi

SY: ok… wonder how he’s getting here… yoongi’s with me… said seokjin left a while back

Y/N: idk… sure he found something… uber or lyft or whatever… don't worry he won't ditch lol

Y/N: i found a spot damnnnnn. cya in a bit

SY: lol tae wouldn’t let him live if he ditched

SY: nice :D yoongi and i are in the purple section

The purple section was undoubtedly the best spot in the Underground, as you had discovered almost 2 years ago. Being new to the city, you had basically followed Joon and Hobi wherever they went to socialize or get food. It was around the end of your second month in the program that Seokjin planned a mid-semester gathering, refusing to eat at, in his words, “another cheap taco truck masquerading as kitschy Instagram bait”. That was your first encounter with the Underground as well as your first experience in the purple section. Simply put, it had the best sofas and chairs, an abundance of vintage arcade games, easy access to the bar and food counter, and a separate music setup. It also cost a lot more to sit at the purple section, but Seokjin had never been the type to scrimp when it came to anything. It had become a kind of tradition after that; every time someone had a birthday, Seokjin would reserve the purple section for the evening. Not having grown up surrounded by luxury and riches, it was sometimes difficult for you to understand how Seokjin never thought twice before spending money on things. Then again, you doubted you would’ve been this thoughtful even if you had this kind of money at your disposal. Seokjin might’ve been hard to read at times, but his heart was in the right place.

Speaking of, you spotted Seokjin standing next to a couple of people you didn’t recognise. Deciding that this was probably the best time to get introduced to the first years, you walked over to them with a smile.

“Just deposited Joon, Hobi, and Tae near the bar. I feel sorry for your tab today, Seokjin.”

Seokjin lifted one of his thick arched eyebrows at you and then burst into his signature windshield wiper laugh. “I’ll give them a free pass today. Afterall, it’s the beginning of a new academic year!”

“You’re planning on dumping all of Kang’s data analysis on them, aren’t you?” you asked, trying to suppress a grin.

“Ah, Y/N, you know me so well,” he grinned, his features lighting up mischievously. “By the way, here’s two thirds of the new cohort. Song Yeri and Jeon Jungkook.”

You glanced at the two unfamiliar people and smiled in greeting. Yeri was a petite girl with long black hair who quickly fell into conversation with you. Jungkook, on the other hand, gave you a soft nod and walked over to where Jimin was opening a couple of beers.

“So is Professor Kang someone we should be worried about?” asked Yeri, not giving you much time to pay much attention to Jungkook. “I wouldn’t want to be unprepared.”

Seokjin laughed at her worried tone. “Straight off the bat, huh?”

Yeri flushed slightly, tucking her hair behind her ear self-consciously. “Oh no- I mean, it just seemed like that from your conversation!”

“Don’t worry, Yeri,” you assured her. “Seokjin’s a fourth year - not much phases him. He’s doing his PhD under Kang so he has to do tons of data analysis for her projects. Which he sometimes dumps on people who have been bothering him.”

Yeri looked suitably concerned at this new piece of information. She glanced at Seokjin’s handsome profile and smiled uncertainly. You couldn’t help but giggle at her reaction. It really was difficult to get a grasp on everyone’s personalities just by their looks. Each and every guy in the department was strikingly handsome, and Sooyoung, the only other female besides you, looked like she had walked out of a fashion show. It would’ve been extremely intimidating if you hadn’t personally been a witness to how clumsy Namjoon was, how lame Seokjin’s puns were, how scared Yoongi and Hoseok were of anything remotely resembling an insect, how Tae hadn’t managed to cook a single meal without setting off the fire alarm or giving Jimin food poisoning, how Jimin often collided into objects because he was laughing too much, or how Sooyoung had gotten lost multiple times on her way to campus in spite of driving along the same road for more than 3 years. You were sure Yeri, and the other two first years, would definitely get over the initial nerves and intimidation surrounding their colleagues. In fact, if Jungkook’s animated conversation with Jimin was anything to go by, it seemed like he had gotten over that already.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to the others.” You steered Yeri in Sooyoung and Yoongi’s direction.

xxx

“Thanksgiving next week! I cannot wait to get away from this blasted Ethics class!”

You were currently in Seokjin and Yoongi’s shared posh apartment, trying to proof-read a paper before the conference deadline. On the couch next to you sat Seokjin and Namjoon, eyes blinking rapidly in tiredness, while Jimin sat across from you, his silver hair tied into a messy ponytail.

The door to the apartment swung open at that moment as Jungkook walked in, armed with takeout from at least 4 different places.

“I come bearing sustenance,” he announced, as Jimin jumped up with surprising alacrity and rushed towards him.

“Your Busan blood runs strong, my friend,” said Jimin, appreciatively, eyeing all the different containers on the table. “I knew I could count on you.”

“That makes zero sense, Jimin,” scoffed Sooyoung. She was buried deep inside Yoongi’s favorite bean bag, having taken it over since the owner was currently not at home. “But li’l Jeon has proven to be a valuable addition to our department.”

“Ugh! Don’t call him that! Li’l Jeon sounds like something else,” you said, scrunching your nose in distaste.

“I agree,” replied Jungkook, rolling up his sleeves as he began opening the containers carefully. “But i can assure you of one thing - there is nothing li’l about this Jeon. In any sense of the word.”

“I’ve lost my appetite,” you declared, throwing a particularly soft pillow over your face.

Three months into the semester and Jungkook had become an integral part of your group of friends. It had turned out that Jungkook and Jimin knew each other very well, having gone to school together in Busan. It’s not as if you hadn’t become well acquainted with the other two first years - Yeri still consulted you whenever she needed advice on how to deal with grading or professors or classes in general; and Lauren, an international student from France, was very friendly and turned up at all the department hangouts. But Jungkook seemed like he had been part of your group forever - not someone who had met almost everyone for the first time about 3 months ago. As was customary with first year PhD students, they were required to complete a few mandatory courses before being allowed to customize their coursework around their individual research interests. So even though Jungkook had all the same classes with Yeri and Lauren, almost every moment outside of classes was spent with one of you.

“I can’t believe it’s already time for Thanksgiving,” said Jimin, popping an entire dumpling into his mouth. “-ime eeli plyz.”

“Chew your food, you barbarian,” scolded Seokjin, blowing on a particularly large piece of fried chicken before putting the entirety into his mouth. A couple of chews and a large swallow later, Seokjin was ready for a second piece.

“Speak for yourself,” remarked Sooyoung, holding onto her food protectively.

“I remember Yoongi telling us during our orientation,” Namjoon piped up, a can of beer in his hand. “‘In a PhD program, days are slow, but semesters are fast’. I thought he was high at that time, but I realise now that he’s a true genius.”

“I still don’t get why you’re such a Yoongi fanboy,” grumbled Seokjin, settling comfortably into the couch once again. “I’m just as wise, and definitely a lot funnier.”

“Don’t forget about being a drama queen,” said Sooyoung, nudging Seokjin’s knee with her toes. “You’ve got that one over Yoongi as well.”

“Four years and you're still as ungrateful,” sighed Seokjin, looking uncharacteristically cheerful at the teasing.

“At least I’m consistent,” shrugged Sooyoung. “Gimme some of your kimchi.”

“Consistency is only useful across data samples,” remarked Seokjin, picking up a small amount of kimchi with his chopsticks and feeding Sooyoung. “Not sure how desirable it is in human relationships. Life would be unbearably dull in that case.”

“They’ve been dancing around each other for as long as I’ve known them. Why can’t they just get together and stop their incessant flirting in front of the rest of us,” you muttered darkly, vigorously pouring chili oil over your ramen. You, Namjoon, and Jungkook were still getting your food from the kitchen, while Jimin had gone ahead and joined the incessantly flirting pair in the living room.

“Y/N is always so bitter about anything to do with romance,” chuckled Namjoon. “Jungkook, do you know how annoyed she was when Hobi started dating last year?”

“No, I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of hearing that story.” Jungkook glanced at you cheekily, while popping open a can of beer.

“She didn’t speak to him for an entire week. Which was particularly inconvenient because the three of us had just started living in the same apartment, and we were all assigned to assist Choi on her year-end department survey. Poor Hobi thought he might have to find a new place to live.”

“I’m sorry? Were you the one who came back home after extended office hours to find your friend butt-naked and balls-deep inside the barista who works across the street from our lab? I couldn’t get coffee from there for a month because I couldn’t look Sujin in the eye without immediately imagining Hobi in his natural drawers.”

Jungkook, who had chosen this exact moment to take a sip of beer, spat out the amber liquid on an unsuspecting Namjoon.

“That’s what you get for deriving pleasure from other people’s misfortunes,” you remarked, smugly.

xxx

It was around 11.30 in the morning, when you heard a loud knocking on your apartment door. Classes had broken for Thanksgiving yesterday, which meant that today was your day to catch up on all the sleep you had missed over the last three months. But instead, you had been woken up much ahead of your intended 16 hours of sleep schedule.

“You look awful.”

Jungkook walked into the apartment, looking far too fresh and sprightly for your liking. He was wearing that godforsaken plaid shirt that hung loosely off his body, but would highlight his rather well-defined muscles every time he happened to move in a particular way. You absolutely hated what a tease his shirt was. Fortunately for you, he wasn’t wearing the skin tight black jeans which always looked like they were about to burst at the seams, thanks to Jungkook’s equally well-defined thighs.

“It’s not even noon. Why can’t you call before showing up? Where are your manners, Jeon?” you grumbled, checking to see if your pajamas had any glaring holes in them.

“I need help with the data analysis,” he mumbled sheepishly. “Professor Lee gave me a really tough dataset because I breezed through the first two assignments.”

“Still don’t see why you came over without any notice at this ungodly hour,” you continued, tapping your foot impatiently.

“I also got jjajangmyeon, kimbap, and bubble tea from Kimchi Palace.”

“What kind of bubble tea?” you asked, pushing yourself off the doorframe.

“Strawberry milk tea, half sugar, light ice, with extra strawberry jelly, and no boba.”

“I suppose it isn’t that early.”

A few minutes later, you were explaining principal component analysis to Jungkook, while eating jjajangmyeon and sipping bubble tea. The kimbap was put into the fridge for later, in case Namjoon or Hoseok wanted to have some when they got home at night.

Jungkook was very intelligent; he picked up new concepts quite easily and was one hundred percent committed to whatever he worked on. He also had a refreshing sense of humor, where he didn’t always crack jokes or stay in the limelight, but his occasional quips were enough to send everyone into fits of laughter. He got along extremely well with each of them. He and Taehyung often walked around the city taking obscure, artsy photographs. Seokjin had basically adopted Jungkook as a younger brother due to his video gaming abilities. Namjoon was glad to finally have someone who enjoyed going on nature hikes with him, while Hoseok had been hugely impressed at Jungkook’s dancing and promptly asked him to help out at his studio. Jimin already knew Jungkook quite well, and Yoongi was more than happy to teach someone else the intricacies of cooking different kinds of meat. Even Sooyoung, who usually remained closed off from new people, had allowed Jungkook to use her car whenever someone needed to be picked up but she was too exhausted to drive.

“I’m sorry I came by so early. I know you’ve been looking forward to catching up on sleep over the break,” he said softly, looking up from his laptop. That was the other thing that had struck you about Jungkook, he was very perceptive and sensitive to people around him. A rare quality which you appreciated far more than you let on.

“It’s fine. You saved me from having to cook lunch. That itself deserves many prizes from my end. You know how I hate cooking,” you shrugged.

“Speaking of, I’m making dinner for me and Tae tonight. Jimin’s visiting his brother, so it's just the two of us. And since I’d rather not get food poisoning, I’m putting Yoongi’s lamb chop recipe to good use,” he grinned boyishly. “You should come over if you don’t have anything else planned. It’ll save you from cooking another meal.”

“I might take you up on that offer. Let me check if either Joon or Hobi are having dinner at home, otherwise I’ll definitely be there.”

xxx

Taehyung and Jimin (and now Jungkook) lived about 10 minutes away from your place. It was a much larger apartment, so three people were more than comfortable there. Jungkook was staying there until he found another place to stay, but judging by how happy Jimin and Taehyung were with him around, he would probably end up staying with them permanently.

“I found parking at your building for the first time today,” you remarked, dropping your bag on the nearest couch.

“Half the people are visiting family over the weekend. You won’t be so lucky next time.” Taehyung walked over lazily, his thick black hair falling messily over his eyes. He was dressed in his favorite Celine t-shirt and a pair of the loosest pants you had seen till date.

“The perm’s still looking good, Tae,” you grinned at him, taking the soda from his hand.

“I’m planning on getting it done again once it wears off,” he said happily, settling into the couch. “Catch up on your sleep? Or did Gguk ruin your Thanksgiving plans as well?”

“‘As well’?” you asked, trying to suppress a grin.

“Taking advantage of the nearly empty laundry room and washing all the sheets does not count as ‘ruining’ anyone’s Thanksgiving plans!” yelled Jungkook from inside the kitchen.

“He woke me up at 7 am and stripped the sheets off my bed, emptied all our laundry bags, and locked me out of my room so that I wouldn’t dirty the bare mattress with my grubby clothes.” Taehyung’s grumbling was always extremely funny because he would end up pouting by the end of his rant and no one would take him seriously after that.

“Okay, the bread is in the oven and should be ready in about 15. Lamb chops are almost done as well. We’ll be dining in no time,” said Jungkook, flopping onto the couch beside you.

“That gives me enough time to answer the emails Choi sent me this morning. Jimin was right, she’s a madwoman. Doesn’t understand what ‘a break’ is , apparently,” sighed Taehyung, getting up and walking towards his room. “Lemme know when the food is ready.”

3 years ago, if anyone had told you that you would be more than halfway through your PhD having become close friends with seven of the most handsome guys on campus (or even in the country), you would’ve laughed at them and then silently questioned their sanity. But now, you couldn’t imagine life without them. Even Jungkook, you realised, glancing at the boy next to you. He had also become an extremely important part of your life. He didn’t say much, but his actions made things abundantly clear. He was extremely caring and thoughtful, even if he didn’t always have the right words to express himself.

“What’re you thinking?” he asked, looking at you sleepily.

“That this soda is almost lukewarm.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m not.”

Suddenly, you felt a rough set of fingers poking your ribcage. Slowly, but surely, you were squirming in place as you struggled to not spill your soda while Jungkook continued tickling you mercilessly.

“I know your weakness, remember?” he managed to say between giggles, his voice turning high-pitched as it usually did when he laughed too hard.

“Gguk stop! The soda! It’ll spill on the carpet!” you gasped, trying to keep your hand steady.

“Oh shit! Sorry. Yeah, Jimin would freak out if he saw a stain on this carpet.” Jungkook let you go so that you could place the soda can on the nearest table. But as soon as you had freed your hands, you jumped on him and pinned him on the couch.

“I also know your weakness, Gguk,” you grinned, deviously, before tickling him with all your might.

Needless to say, a scenario with two people in their mid-twenties behaving like 4 year olds, was bound to have certain consequences. In this case, it ended with both you and Jungkook falling off the couch, your faces mere inches away from each other.

This wasn’t the first time you had been struck by how handsome Jungkook was. In fact, you had noticed the exact number of moles on his face and neck, having stopped yourself from reaching out and touching the one under his lower lip on more than one occasion. His large doe eyes also held a certain innocence and wonder in them, even though he was an extremely bright and capable PhD student with a lot of varied knowledge bases. Not just that, his impressive physique had caught you off guard many times. Particularly because it contrasted so heavily with his boyish face.

None of that mattered at this moment, as you could feel his breath on your face. He was so close… If you reached up a little bit, you would be-

“The oven timer’s been beeping for the last 10 minutes. But you both are too busy eye-fucking each other to notice.”

Taehyung’s deep voice caused you both to spring apart from each other, mortification heating up your face and neck. Jungkook’s ears, you noticed, had turned a very beautiful shade of red as well.

Dinner wasn’t as awkward as you expected because Yoongi dropped by a few minutes after your ‘eye-fucking’ session, extremely hungry and annoyed at Seokjin - who had decided to use this night to slow cook some pork.

“Gguk, this is really good,” said Yoongi, once all of you had finished eating. “Didn’t think you’d be able to get it right on the first go! Y/N, what’d you think? You’ve been awfully quiet the whole time.”

You nodded your head in response, keenly aware of Taehyung’s intense gaze that followed your every move. “It was really good, Gguk. Thanks for a lovely meal.”

“Do you need a ride home, Yoongi?” you asked, once all the dishes had been cleared away. “I’ve got my car.”

“Life-saver. I need to pick up a tin of coffee from the convenience store. I’ll meet you at the parking lot in 10?” said Yoongi slipping on his jacket.

“Wait, I’ll go with you. I need to buy some soda,” said Taehyung, springing up suddenly. Not bothering to change out of his slippers, he rushed out after Yoongi, but not before glancing quickly between you and Jungkook and sending you a rather outrageous wink.

“That was… weird,” you remarked, relieved to see that Jungkook had missed your exchange with Taehyung. “Anyway, thanks again for a great meal. You’re a really good cook, Gguk.”

“Thanks,” he said, not really looking up from his phone. He had also been rather silent throughout the meal.

“I’m heading out then. See you later, Gguk.” You picked up your bag and proceeded to open the door.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” You turned around to find Jungkook standing rather close to you. You could see the mole below his lower lip quite clearly from here.

“You never told me what you were thinking about.” His voice was a lot more husky than usual, and you gulped as you realised you had no clue what to say to him.

“I-”

Before you could finish your half-formed sentence, Jungkook’s lips were on yours, kissing you slowly. After being frozen for a second or two, your hands made their way into his soft brown curls, relishing in the feeling of having him so close to you. You realised that you had been wanting to do this for a while now. Maybe even since the first day of classes, when he had offered you his cup of coffee after the machine in the department had stopped working.

“Never mind,” he said, breaking the kiss with a soft ‘chu’. “You can tell me another time. Yoongi’s probably waiting at the parking lot.”

“And Tae might come back any minute now,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, a soft smile on his face.

“Tomorrow?” It seemed like your brain had short circuited.

“Yeah.” He dipped down and placed another chaste kiss on your mouth, before displaying his adorable bunny smile. “But even that seems too far away right now.”

You were really grateful that you managed to get both yourself and Yoongi home without crashing the car that night. Once you got home, you checked your phone and found two messages - a text from Jungkook checking if you had reached home safe, and another one from Taehyung.

T: the couch is off limits. don’t even think about it...

xxx

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joy1579 · 4 years

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Zen cheated on MC. She finds out and instead of crying her eyes out is getting drunk and calling Seven (which is madly in love with her but never told her because of her relationship with Zen).

so first I’m so sorry this took sooooooooo long but i hope you get it and i hope you like it. i had a ton of fun writing drunk MC. also i didn't want MC to use seven as a rebound so they don’t get together right away but seven does take care of her and they probably get together after a couple of months. she has time to move on and their romantic relationship has a real foundation to grow on.

so without further ado

zen cheats and seven gets the girl

You normally didn’t pay any attention to the gossip that circled around Zen constantly. after all every week they claimed there was some new lover or budding cast romance and every week without fail, Zen would come home to you, loyal as a knight. lately though the rumors had become more focused more realistic somehow. Zen’s rehearsals had run later, started earlier, things simply seemed off no matter how much you tried to deny it. so when the news story broke and plastered TV, magazines, and websites with numerous pictures of Zen wrapped around some pretty little blonde with big blue eyes, you hated to admit how much you had braced yourself for the blow.

the RFA chatroom was going haywire and your phone was ringing off the hook as you packed a single small bag. you supposed you should have been crying, grieving the loss of nearly two and a half years of “love” washed away by little more than some passing fancy. yet you couldn’t quite find it in yourself. Instead you felt an icy ball of hard anger settle in the pit of your stomach.

so it was that you now stood in some no name nightclub sipping a drink you couldn’t pronounce bought for you by some guy that had since given up on your affections. You had shut off your phone to stop all the notifications that had been flooding in since the pictures of Zen and THAT woman were released. You didn’t want to deal with the aftermath of that bomb dropping right now, didn’t want to explain things to the RFA or have to see Zen trying to defend himself. Right now all you wanted was to find some sort of catharsis in the loud music, alcohol and dancing. Downing the last of the far too sweet drink, you made your way toward were the band took requests. you shoved a ten towards the man and half shouted over the music.

“something fast, angry, and loud” he nodded and you decided to grab another drink while you waited for your request. you opted for strength over taste and grimaced as you chugged the drink. the icy anger you felt slowly dulled with your 3rd drink of the night and in the back of your mind you knew it was more the effects of alcohol than any real emotional progress. Four more drinks and several songs later had you ready to turn your phone back on if only to find a place to stay. confusion struck you however when your lock screen showed only black with green text moving at lightning speed.

“grrrrl that’s crazy you gotta show me how you got it to do that!” said one of the girls you had found yourself dancing with earlier.

“I didn’t do this girl.” you said slurring your speech only the slightest bit “oh no! what if this isn’t my phone!” you gasped “no nah it’s my case false alarm it’s mine. see the purple that’s, that’s my color so it’s got to be my pho-.” you were cut off by the ringing and answered it quickly fumbling the phone just a bit your drunken haste “phone?”

“mc?!?” cried the voice on the other end

“seven!! lucy, lucy- yell, lu- luceal? how do you, how do you say your name seven? not seven the other name you know the L one the bible name.”

“what? MC? are you drunk? never mind. listen I’m on my way to get you I got your location from your phone already so I’ll be there soon”

“I made friends, seven listen, listen” you pointed your phone towards the group of girls you’d been dancing with “grrl! grrl! you gotta come here my friends on the phone! you know the guy I told you

“fuck that guy!” one of them yelled prompting another to cheer an agreement.

you tried to stifle the laugh that fell from you lips before you replied. “nooooo the other, the other guy the good one remember? oh she’s dancing now.” you held the phone back to your ear to explain “she’s dancing now seven but, she’s so nice and she said, listen she said hyun is” what had she said? the memory was fuzzy now but you did know one thing “hyun is so stupid you know that?”

“MC I’m so sorry about what happened”

“where does he get off pulling that crap?” you broke into a fit of giggles suddenly “wait no I know where he gets off don’t I. Do you think she knows? seven do you think she knew?”

“mc please I’m almost there okay just 3 minutes’ tops can you come outside for me I’ll meet you outside”

“seven I think, I think I need a place to stay cuz, I think I need a place to stay because I lost my key or I gave it away? I don’t know”

“mc come outside please I’m pulling in”

“seven thank you so much oh, oh just a sec” you held the phone to your chest “grrl I gotta go!” you yelled waving at the dancing girls.

one waved back at you quickly before another shouted “you do you girl! YOU do YOU!”

you laugh at that and yell back “Imma do ME” before stumbling towards the door. just as you reached for the handles though the world lurched to one side and you stumbled directly into someone’s chest.

“mc? are you okay? you don’t look good! come on let’s get you out of here.” it took you several long moments before you recognized the car and voice of the man you had run into.

“sev! your here!” seven flinched at your loud voice before raising an eyebrow at you

“MC how drunk are you? like on a scale of 1 to 10”

you looked at your fingers for a moment as if you were trying to count but when your eyes focused back on sevens face your only answer was simply “which one is drunk?”

“okay. That answers that”

“I hate him you know?”

“huh? oh yeah”

“and I, I think he, sev? seven how long do you think?” you asked pulling your knees up to your chest and leaving your heels on the car’s floorboard.

“I don’t know” he admitted solemnly eyes locked on the road and hands in a white knuckle grip on the wheel. the momentary silence in the car was broken by the ringer on your phone playing the telltale love song you had set as Zen’s ringtone. you grimaced and rolled down the window before dropping your phone out of the speeding car.

“what the?!? MC! did you just - “

“shhhhhh I don’t want to talk about it.” You slurred moving your hand in his vague direction trying to put your fingers to his lips in the classic shushing style but failing miserably.

“I um I’m pretty sure the phones destroyed anyway so I guess that’s that” he mumbled drifting off as you sunk lower in your seat curling in on yourself even more.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this sleepy seven” you mumble before yawning and hugging yourself tight “Hyun may suck but he was always warm ya know? like, like a god damn space heater”

“if your cold I can turn on the heater” seven suggested gently one hand moving to adjust the air conditioner for you

“nooo” you whine grabbing his hand. you gasped the second your skin met his and exclaimed “your hands so cold”. bringing his hand to your face and pressing his icy finger gently against your eyes you mumble “they’re perfect”. after a moment you sigh enjoying the soothing chill against your skin. you didn’t notice sevens blush as he focused resolutely on the road.

waking the next morning was hell. the blinking red lights of all the electronics in the room were way to bright and none of them went off at the right times. you buried your head into a dark red pillow before slowly things clicked into place. had your head not ached with every movement you would have sat bolt upright in the bed, but considering the angry throbbing in your skull and slight nausea in your stomach you opted to simply bury yourself farther into the bedding around you. the sheets smelled familiar, a semi sweet honey kissed scent that brought to mind cheeky smiles and mischievous winks. between the signature scent and the deep maroon color you knew exactly who’s bed you’d ended up in. sevens. at some point you would have to address all the implications of that fact but first you figured you should start with hangover management. first things first after all. head still buried in the bedding you used one hand to feel around you and get your bearings. when your finger met with a bedside table you searched it for anything to sooth your headache only to hear a quiet chuckle. you groaned shamefully before deciding to simply flip off the man watching you struggle before pulling you hand back into your make shift blanket sanctuary. After a moment you heard the door open and shut before the sound of a glass being set down on the bedside table told you it was okay to reach out again.

“I shouldn’t drink. I never drink? why did I drink? who let me make such a terrible decision.” you grumble to yourself sipping on the water seven had brought you praying to ease your headache.

“we couldn’t reach you to stop you. you turned your phone off.”

“sorry” you said shamefully “I know you don’t like alcohol picking me up probably wasn’t fun was it”

“don’t worry i was too worried about you to be angry” you buried yourself back in the blankets to shield yourself from light again. he was sat facing the bed with his laptop angled to shine away from you, a gesture you were extremely thankful for even if the light still felt blinding.

“thank you for letting me stay here seven. I guess I’ll have to look for someplace new to stay huh? I don’t really want to continue living with, him” you mused

“I uh, I have a guest room. just till you get back on your feet if you want.”

“you sure you and Saeran wouldn’t mind? I don’t want to impose”

“I’ll ask him but I doubt he’ll mind he practically thinks of you as a sister”

“thanks.” you said letting yourself peek out of the blankets just a little “um where’s my phone?” you didn’t like the mischievous smirk that lit sevens face at that question. Your drunk self-had a lot of explaining to do.

the following weeks where long. putting your life back together seemed to highlight just how much of it you had built around Zen but seven helped the whole way. you had seven send him the info to take over the fan page that you had managed for him. he even helped you replace your phone and block Zen’s number. you and Saeran spent several evenings listening to angry music before eventually you had raged enough to be sad about everything that had happened and then seven was there to cheer you up. he joked around and sent you cute cat pics, one time he even took you to see Ellie while Jumin was at work. after a while you returned to the RFA chat determined to face whatever drama was awaiting you but seven had already handled it. He had banned Zen that first day and let the other members know what was going on so you didn’t have to relive every detail; and for the first time you thought maybe when one door closes, another one opens.

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mini-moongi · 4 years

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Notification [REVAMPED] || 1

Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Story prompt: What if you got an alert on your phone every time someone thought of you? They tell you their thoughts in the form of text messages.

Summary: Alert!AU, School!AU; A mysterious app appeared on your phone and you can’t get rid of it?? It texts you people’s thoughts. One day, you accidentally send the star basketball player, Min Yoongi, to the nurse’s office.

A/N: I got the sudden urge to revamp this old fic of mine bc it has SO MUCH POTENTIAL I just sucked at writing :,)) Anyways it’s been a good few years since my last written fanfic so--

Chapters: 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 coming soon!

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You tapped tirelessly on your phone; your eyes so dry you can hear yourself blink. It’s 3 am and you have school tomorrow, but you just have to download this new album you found whilst “studying.” After it finishes loading into your playlist, a notification popped up. You thought that maybe your years of illegally downloading music has finally caught up with you.

“ALERT: Unauthorized app: E C H O downloaded. [ERROR_606_RESET] LOG DELETED.”

You panicked, what if it’s a virus?? Going onto your home screen, you find an app called E C H O. Nothing else was out of the ordinary, except for the cryptid new app. After that fateful night, you’ve learned that it texts you the thoughts that people have about you. You couldn’t delete it, no matter how hard you tried, and you tried for weeks. Not many people think of you anyways, so it’s no biggie.

Thinking that was your first mistake.

Your friend, Byeol, was chasing you down the hallway with a dead roach she found on the floor. “Ew look, it’s guts are oozing out!!” She’s never been afraid of icky things, and will not hesitate in poking a dead organism with her bare hands. She’s a madman, and she knows you’re about to gag when she squeezes the guts of the roach between her fingers.

You’re running away from the horrifically explicit roach Byeol is holding, and as you turn your head to spew out an insult, you crash into another body. It sends you tumbling on top of them with no support to stop the fall. He lets out a deep guttural groan from the impact, and a loud “Fuck!” escapes the stranger’s lips.

Bumping into him was your second mistake.

You don’t even look at them, too scared to make eye contact as you blurt out,” I’m so sorry!!” You hastily try to recollect yourself and offer your hand to the poor victim. When you finally glance at him, you almost freeze up. You just whammed yourself into the school’s best basketball player, Min Yoongi™.

Min Yoongi is one of the seven guys at the top of the High School tier class. Some fan club even started the name, “Bangtan Boys” to address the seven handsome guys. He’s an excellent pianist, a fantastic composer, a basketball star, and unmistakably a bad boy. Guys and girls swoon over him, but he’s given them all the the cold shoulder. You recalled a friend of yours who said that his glare was so piercing, you literally feel your body tense and freeze up. You also happen to remember that he had to sit out on the last basketball game because he sprained his ankle. Ouch.

You look back over your shoulder, and of course, Byeol was pretending not to know who you were. She picked up conversation with a nearby stranger, hoping that they didn’t see the cause of this destruction. You didn’t blame her though, no one wants to get on Yoongi’s bad side. You were sure your phone had a ton of messages from ECHO, even though you’ve put it on “Do Not Disturb.”

Your guilt sinks in and it weighs heavy on your shoulders at the thought of you being the reason he’s in pain. “..Are you alright? Here, let me take you to the nurse.” You help him up and wrap his arm around your shoulder. “You can lean on me, it’s okay.” On the inside, it was definitely not okay. He accepted your offer, but he hasn’t said a single word to you this whole time. The air was thick and the silence was fueling your uneasiness.

You check him into the nurse’s office and explain the incident. Good thing it’s your lunch period, or your teacher would’ve chewed you out for being late. You check ECHO while the lady logs Yoongi into the records.

[11:37pm] Woah!! Did that girl just slam into Min Yoongi? She’s got balls..

[11:37pm] Should I pretend I don’t know her? Y/n will forgive me, right?

[11:38pm] What the fuck was that??? Why am I on the floor? And in pain??

[11:45pm] ...now what am I going to do? Who is she?

The nurse lady sets him up on one of those bed thingies, and you take this opportunity to apologize again. “I’m so sorry Yoongi, I should’ve been paying attention. If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you, just let me know.” The desperation must’ve been obvious in your voice.

“...What’s your name?” Yoongi stares at you. His eyes don’t waver when you look at him in surprise. He stays unmoving, waiting for your answer.

“My name? Oh, uhm... it’s Y/n. L/n Y/n,” You were not expecting a response from him, since he seemed uninterested when you tried conversing earlier. Yoongi asking for someone’s name is considered to be something really honorable; people would pay anything to have him say that to them. But then again, they would also pay Yoongi to step on them...

“I have a request for you then, Y/n.” He lulls his head to the side, thinking his decision over. “I want you to...” He looks at you with a gaze that you just can’t shake. Your breath is caught in your throat at his stare. What is he going to say? “Be my substitute.”

“Like a substitute teacher? I’m sorry but--” You try to quickly intervene. Does he think you’re an old hag?? You didn’t think you looked that old.. or maybe he means something else? “Or did you mean a substitute as in like for your basketball game because I don’t even know how to play basketball I just--”

“No, calm your tits. I meant you’ll act as my replacement for school and go where I usually go. I need you to be my eyes and ears while I’m stuck here and at home.” He draws out a long sigh,” You just need to collect my assignments and give them to me everyday after school until I get better. If you can, fill me in on what that day was like. It’s not that hard to do, right?”

You let out a sigh of relief. Just then, you hear a knock at the door. Three boys shuffle into the clinic, giving a casual greeting to the nursing staff. Your eyes widen, how could you forget? Of course the other Bangtan Boys would come check up on him. Kim Taehyung, Park jimin, and Jung Hoseok smile to acknowledge you and turn their eyes to Yoongi.

“Are you alright?” Hoseok asks him. He’s bubbling with energy as he speaks. “We were wondering where you went. I almost had a heart attack when they said you were here!!” Hoseok grabs at his chest like he’s in more pain than Yoongi.

Jung Hoseok is known for his positive energy and “legendary” hip work. He’s a street dancer who knows everybody, and everybody knows him. He’s also in medical class for vets, and he does charities in his free time. He’s super sweet and will sometimes send flowers to the fan club.

“Are you still eating lunch with us?” Jimin pipes up. He’s leaning on the nursing bed as he drapes himself dramatically across Yoongi’s shoulders. He whines,”What will we do without you? Please tell me you’re eating with us today..”

Park Jimin is also a dancer, but he does contemporary work. When he dances, he’s graceful, like a mythical creature. He’s shy and shorter than the rest of the guys, which makes people want to dote on him. If he dances with Hoseok though, he flips like a coin. He’ll act like a playboy and tease his audience when given the chance.

“Yah, You know I can’t.” Yoongi gestures to his ankle, and his inability to move due to the immense pain. “The nurse said I should stay in here for at least an hour or two.”

You don’t know if you should leave or stay. You were about to excuse yourself because your conversation with Yoongi ended a while ago. You shouldn’t expect them to talk to you when they don’t know who you are or why you’re there. You pick up your bag and sling it over your shoulder.

Taehyung mentions you, stopping you from escaping so easily. “Who is that?” He points to you. Leave it to Taehyung to point out the elephant in the room...

He’s popular for his charming personality and ethereal looks. Taehyung is in agriculture, and he often helps Hoseok out with the animals. He plays the saxophone, which combined with theatre class, drives the fans nuts. Taehyung also seems to be super observant, and he will point out small details other people seem to miss. If he was doing a police report, he’d probably be able to tell you the exact time the incident happened and what colored crocs the perpetrator was wearing.

As if Yoongi just remembered that you were still here, he makes another request.” Oh, as the new Yoongi, can you also keep an eye on these guys? They’ll cause chaos if I’m not there.”

“New Yoongi?” Jimin looks incredulously at you. “What do you mean--”

Yoongi retorts,” She’s my stand in, my understudy, my alternative, my stunt double, ecetera. Need I say more?” His cold demeanor doesn’t hesitate with the response. He talks as if it was a natural request, but what part of this is natural?

"How would I...” You trail off. You find yourself stammering, unable to voice your concerns. All of the guys, attractive ones at that, were staring at you.”..How would I even do that?”

“Isn’t it obvious? For starters, we all have the same lunch period, so just eat lunch with them or something.” Yoongi shrugs his shoulders,” Do I need to plan everything out for you?”

You’re quick to object,” No!! I’m.. I’m fine. It’s okay.” It’s bad enough that he’s injured, so you shouldn’t worry Yoongi anymore.

Taehyung’s eyes light up. He speaks as if he had a eureka moment. “We have the same forensics class, don’t we? No wonder I recognized you..” You were really hoping he wouldn’t have remembered that. If people see you hanging around these guys, they’ll get the wrong idea.

“Well I guess that settles it. I’ll sit next to you in class, and we can be partners for that new project he’s assigning.” He takes you by the hand. His touch was so sudden and warm that it takes you a minute to realize you’re in the cafeteria already. He looks down at you and smiles. “This is our spot.”

Only when you part from him to grab your bag that you realize he held your hand this entire time. You start to miss his warmth, but you shake out any of those thoughts from your head. What were you thinking? Your heart pounds in your chest, and your cheeks grow hot. You breathe out a shaky breath, trying to calm down. Anyone would feel this way if they were you. You go from being an average joe to suddenly sitting next the the Bangtan Boys? It’s almost like you’re in a fanfiction. You shouldn’t fall in love with one of them, that would be too cliché and very, very dangerous.

You finished settling down your things and find that Taehyung was still waiting for you. Hoseok already rushed to the pizza line, and Jimin was swarmed by girls who made him bento boxes. He smiles politely to them all, unsure of how to decline. His eyes glance at you like a plead for help, but a girl starts to scold him so he looks away.

“What did you want to eat? Noodles?” It was pretty loud in the cafeteria, so Taehyung walked closer. He leaned down and whispered in your ear. “..Or do you want to eat me?” His hot breath tickled your ear. It was a deep and husky voice, one that sent shivers down your spine.

Shocked at his words, you jumped back. “W..What?” You never thought Taehyung was so bold. You’ve heard of him being flirty, but this was cutting it close. It was like dirty talking, but you’ve barely met him!!

He tried to suppress his laugh as he looked at you. “I said: Or do you want to eat meat?” He raises an eyebrow at you. He knows you’re flustered, and feigns innocence. “There’s a rice with two meat deal today. What did you think I said?”

You could’ve sworn he said “me” and not “meat,” but maybe you were thinking into it too much. You decided which one you wanted and Taehyung walks to the line with you. Whilst waiting for your turn, you check ECHO.

It was what you expected. Many of them were like:

[12:03pm] Wtf??? Who is that girl?

[12:03pm] Is she their girlfriend? No-- it has to be a cousin, right? But she’s so plain looking...

[12:04pm] Why is she holding Kim Taehyung’s hand? Don’t tell me--

[12:05pm] Y/n?? What did that girl do now.. ((((゜д゜;))))

Oh yeah, you should probably tell Byeol that you kind of have to sit with Bangtan during lunch now. Good to know that everyone is gawking at you now, I guess. There are hundreds of messages screaming about “who is that girl!1!1!!!!” so you scroll past most of them. One however, catches your eye.

[12:10pm] She’s so cute lol

You don’t think ECHO has ever sent you a compliment like this before. Someone thinks you’re cute? The thought warms your heart. This is the first time you’ve had an admirer.

“Hey, what are you looking at on your phone?” Taehyung rips you to reality. “How do you have so many messages?” He starts to lean over your shoulder to get a glimpse.

Antsy, you turn off your phone and press your hand to his chest to give some distance. “It’s.. It’s my online friends! They wanted to play the new game with me.”

He stands back up, no longer breathing on your neck. “Oh? The one that was released just last week? What was it called...” He ponders for a minute,” Animal Crossing?”

You nod. Conversation starts from there, and you let out that breath you’ve been holding in. You both pay for your meals and head over to the table. You could see Hoseok stuffing his face with pizza and sprite while he scribbles down answers to a worksheet. Jimin is desperately trying to get him to eat some of the bento boxes, but all of his attempts were futile.

“...So I know you’re the New Yoongi or whatever, but what’s your real name?” Hoseok asks you. “If you don’t know me already, I’m Jung Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi!”

Jimin and Taehyung look at each other. You hadn’t even thought to introduce yourself earlier, how much more embarrassing can this day be? Quick, be cool!!

“I’m L/n Y/n, but just Y/n is fine.”

“You probably know us already, but you can call me Tae or any various nickname you can conjure up,” He laughs,” The more creative the better.”

Jimin nudges his shoulder,” Like Spoiled Yogurt Kid?” It’s hard for the smaller one to contain his laughter.

“It was one time!!” Taehyung playfully shoves him away, clearly embarrassed. “It’s not my fault my sleep paralysis demon told me to eat the 3 month old yogurt at like 2 am.” He grumbled,”Ugh, it’s not like I tell everyone about your weird impulses..”

You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. Hobi notices and adds fuel to the fire,”Yeah, get a load of this guy. He’s blaming all of his mistakes on his sleep paralysis demon. Poor demon, honestly.”

Jimin continues to mock Taehyung teasingly, getting him worked up.“You know what??” Taehyung growls as he whips his head around to face you. His soft brown hair falls over his eyes, and his jaw is clenched as he looks at you with an emotion you can’t quite read. His face is flushed, but he tilts his head up in a cool manner. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was serving up some bedroom eyes.

He runs his fingers through his hair and speaks with a voice that oozes sex appeal without meaning to,“If you don’t know what to call me, just say Oppa.” Taehyung’s eyes widen as if he realized what came out of his mouth. He covers his lips with the palm of his hand and instinctively looked at how you’d react.

It was your turn to flush from embarrassment. Before your brain could process what just happened, the words croak out,”..o..okay?”

Hobi is choking on his sprite,”Damn, what the--” He continues to try and suppress his coughs,” Who the hell taught you that? Namjoon? Jin?” Hoseok shakes his head in disappointment. You thought it was because he ruined his drink, but then he said,” Ah, I told them to stop doing stuff like that.. If Yoongi were here he probably wouldn’t even know how to scold you.”

Jimin’s mouth is agape in shock. He suddenly doubles over the table, unable to contain the fit of laughter inside of him. “Wha- that was so smooth!” He’s holding onto his stomach for dear life, and his shoulders shake up and down. He gives suggestive eyebrows to Taehyung, whose ears are scorching red. “I didn’t know Taehyung was such a player.”

Taehyung is trying to hide himself with the sleeves of his hoodie. He’s silent at first, but eventually he speaks barely above a whisper. “...I don’t know what came over me..” His words tremble and tread lighter than a feather so scared it might step on another bomb.

"Was it your sleep paralysis demon?” You make a witty remark despite the blush dusted across your face.

Tae sinks farther into his chair,” Oh my god...” He can’t help but laugh a little at your joke. “..Please forget about what I said today.”

Jimin’s laughter dies down as he looks at you. His smile is soft and reassuring. “Don’t worry, Y/n. He’s usually not like this. I swear, we’re all gentlemen.” The bell suddenly rings, signaling that lunch was over. Jimin starts to clean up his spot, stuffing the unfinished bentos into his bag for later. “Ah, Taehyung, you’re saved by the bell this time, but next time you have got to show me some moves.” He winks before leaving for his next class.

Hoseok waves to you and Taehyung,” I’d walk with you two if I could, but my next class is across campus. I gotta dash, but good luck with Forensics!”

You’d almost forgotten about Forensics with Taehyung. Unfortunately, Tae seems to stay unmoving from his spot. You would be like that too if you were him, but you really can’t be late for class. It’s better if you approach him now rather than later, so it’s not as awkward during class.

“Hey...” You start out. He doesn’t respond as his head is till buried in his arms. You hesitate at first, but you put your hand on his shoulder. “...Taehyung Oppa?”

Immediately he shoots up, his eyes are wide and he’s as stiff as a board. He brushes your hand softly away and grabs his bag. He avoids your gaze as he packs up, but he returned his gaze when you started walking in the hallway. His eye’s remain forward, but he speaks to you,“...I didn’t think you’d actually call me that.” He chuckles.

“Oppa?”

He rubs his hand across his face and he licks his lips,” Yeah, that.” He sneaks a glance at you, but since you were already looking at him, he turns his face away.

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

-A/N-

oof it’s been AGES since my last bts fic. If y’all are following me bc of my text au, I’m going to try and update that soon too! I... did not expect to have such a flirtatious Taehyung,, but honestly I’m kinda into it. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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02/03/2021 DAB Transcript

Exodus 17:8-19:15, Matthew 22:34-23:12, Psalms 27:7-14, Proverbs 6:27-35

Today is the 3rd day of February welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I'm Brian it is an honor and privilege and joy to be here with you today as we put one of our feet out in front of us and shift our balance and lean forward into it and take the next step forward, which is what we do every day. 365 step journey. Seems like a little one, but it takes us through the whole Bible, takes us through the whole year. And, yeah, like I was saying in the last couple of days, now that we’re moving into this second month of the year, we…we already can look back. It's not like the Bible didn't start speaking to us right out of the gates. It’s been speaking all along. And, so, let's dive in and that take the next step. We’re reading from the Voice Translation this week. Exodus chapter 17 verse 8 through 19 verse 15.

Commentary:

Okay. Let's talk about chosen people for a second, right? Because probably…unless this is like…you’re just…very very new to anything about the Bible and just hearing these stories or some of this terminology for the first time…and I know there’s a ton of you…and…and no problem…it’s all gonna start clicking into place as we keep following the story. But those of us who have been around this faith for a while, like understanding that the Israelites are God's chosen people. That’s just kind of part of the story. And we can think that He chose them because He wanted them more than anybody else and somehow, they are better or more exalted or are more favorable somehow than anybody else. And, so, they're like almost a different level of human being and everybody else is below that. And that terminology, that kind of concept, it then bleeds over into the Christian faith. And those of us who have accepted Christ, then we know that we have been chosen and have been adopted in the family of God. And, so, we feel that same kind of “I'm special-ness.” And that's fine, that's good, but it's not all there is to it. I mean, if the Scriptures tell us God is not a respecter of persons, if the Scriptures tell us like nobody's better than anybody else, and that's very explicit in the writings of the apostle Paul, then how do we get to this favored chosen people and what does this mean? God very clearly speaks to that today as the children of Israel are at the mountain of God. So, there out in the wilderness at what has traditionally been believed to be Mount Sinai. And God and Moses have been talking and God is…has instructed Moses to invite the people to purify themselves, because He's…God is going to meet with them directly, personally, like not through a prophet or anything. Like we're seeing God's intention was to communicate directly with His people. As the story unfolds, we’ll see that that's not how things exactly work out for various reasons and we’ll discuss them as we go, but at this point that is the invitation, that the people purify themselves and not come upon…on the mountain, the mountain of God until they are given permission. And God speaks. And I read this out of the Scriptures, and this is the voice of God. “You are eyewitnesses of all that I did to the Egyptians. You saw how I snatched you from the bonds of slavery and carried you on Eagles wings and brought you to myself. Now, if you will hear my voice, obey what I say, and keep my covenant, then you out of all the nations of the world will be my treasured people. After all, the earth belongs to me. You will be my kingdom of priests, a nation holy and set apart.” There it is. There is a reason these people are being set apart. It is so that they can be His kingdom of priests to the world so that all nations can be blessed through them, which is what God told Abraham. They’re not being chosen because they are better. They are being chosen for a purpose, a purpose that affects the world until this day. So, my brothers and sisters as believers in Jesus Christ we share in that. We aren't better. We are chosen for a purpose. We are set apart to be a kingdom of priests, to be a city on a hill, to be the light of the world.

So, if we zoom out of the wilderness and zoom forward in the story by millennia and come into the time of Jesus and just look at how things are than we hear God in flesh, Jesus speak of these priests and what He says…well…I'm gonna quote Him. “The Pharisees and the scribes occupy the seat of Moses. So, you should do the things they tell you to do but don't do the things they do. They heap burdens upon their neighbors backs and they prove unwilling to do anything to help shoulder the load. They're interested above all in presentation,” right? In how things look. “They wrap their heads and arms in the accoutrements of prayer, they cloak themselves with flowing tasseled prayer garments, they covet the seats of honor at fine banquets in the synagogue, and they love it when people recognize them in public and call them teacher and beam at them.” That is a very different thing than knowing that you have been set aside, set apart to God to be a kingdom of priests to the world. So, indeed we are chosen, indeed we are special. It has nothing to do with us. And when we start subtly thinking that it does, we have planted seeds that are going to grow up and they’re going to be called arrogance and pride. And that I guess…maybe the easiest most clear way to say it is, that won’t work. Look around you. Look at the stories in the Bible and see it doesn't work and just look at the world we live in, it doesn't work.

Prayer:

Father, indeed, we feel chosen. Indeed, we know Your love for us, but indeed we know that we didn't do anything. There's nothing we could do that would ever force Your hand. You would never…there's nothing we can do that would make You go, “like, okay You have achieved righteousness on Your own. I have no choice but to see You that way.” We are what we are because of You. We are nothing without You. Our next breath is a gift. We are utterly dependent upon You even when we don't acknowledge it, even when we’re not paying attention. So, we’re taking this moment to be grateful and to humble ourselves. That was Your words today Jesus, “for whoever exalts himself will be humbled, and whoever humbles himself will be exalted.” Come Holy Spirit and help this to be the way we live, the default, the normal, we ask in the name of Jesus. Amen.

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You can also check out the Daily Audio Bible Shop. There are resources there that have been pulled together and crafted and created over…over the years to take this journey deeper. So, yeah, the Daily Audio Bible Journal is there. And we encourage journaling often because remembering is something that is…is an inherent narrative inside the Bible that…that we would remember what God has done, that we would tell future generations what God has done. And, you know, in the Old Testament or whatever they would build an altar, they would pile up rocks, they would make a memorial. Ad we think about around the world, like there's memorials and statues and all kinds of stuff all over the world to say, “this is what happened here” or “this is the significance of this place or this person.” It's important that we…that we remember…that we remember these things in our own lives and then we can look back at God's faithfulness and that we can share with the future generations what God has done. And maybe a more modern representation of that over piling up a pile rocks would be to write it down, write it down in your own hand. Let it be a memorial in your own hand of God's faithfulness in your life. And, so, there’s the Daily Audio Bible Journal but then there's also the Black Wing pencils and all of the writing utensils that are there in the Shop. I discovered those…well…let’s see…it would've been several years ago. It was when my mom…it would’ve been 2016. She got real sick and she passed away in early 2017. And just…it was just constant care…constant care and kind of on a plane on the weekends and traveling and speaking and back, constant care. And it was just exhausting the level of just how quickly dementia was becoming a part of the story and just the confusion and the anxiety and on her side and my side…all of our sides that were involved. And, yeah, Jill and I were out in little community near us where there's some art galleries and that's where I found the Black Wing pencils. I was just out there bot too long ago remembering all of that. And I don’t know, there was something about. Why am l gonna spend so much money on pencils? Who writes with pencils anymore? But then just sharpening those pencils and knowing like, this is the best pencil you can get. Like this is actually a craft pencil and just I mean wit the Cedar wood and with the craftsmanship of the whole thing. And I just fell in love. I just…I was like I…it connected me back to other earlier points in my life. I hadn't written with pencils in since…I don't know maybe school, but there was something about it and that stuck. It stuck all these years. And I’m looking at a Black Wing…like I’m picking it up. I’m holding my Black Wing pencil that I write with every day right now. And, so, that's little pieces of the story that get incorporated along the way that make up the story of this community and what we are aiming for, which is certainly to move through the Bible together in community, but that it's not like this passive thing where we just go, “there. Check. I read the Bible.” We’re actually the Bible transformed us, where we really entered into the stories and allowed it to do what it does, which is become a mirror into our own hearts, and then really bring up the stuff that needs healing and really bring up the stuff and needs to not be thee in our lives anymore and then to be able to write these things down as they are happening and to refer back. “Oh, yes I remember walking through that season and now look at where I’m at.” So, we encourage all that stuff. And that’s why everything that's in the Daily Audio Bible Shop is there intentionally. So, check that out.

If you want to partner with the Daily Audio Bible, you can do that at dailyaudiobible.com as well. And as I've said so many times the fact…the fact is we wouldn't be here if we weren't in this together. That’s just the fact. But…but we are here. And, so, we are in this together. And, so, if life is coming to you through the community here as we make this journey through the Bible than thank you for your partnership. There is a link on the homepage at dailyaudiobible.com. If you're using the app you can press the Give button in the upper right-hand corner or the mailing address is PO Box 1996 Spring Hill Tennessee 37174.

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And that's it for today. I’m on Brian I love you and I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow.

Community Prayer and Praise:

Hey, DABbers this is Slave of Jesus in North Carolina. Alright Holy Spirit let's roll. Lord we are watching over Henry from florida's family. We are playing for his uncle that is suffering from Covid. Amen to prayers from Ethan coming back to the Lord as he and his family deal with his big car reck. Amen to Big Hearted…I put feds…but Ben he’s called for a new revival around the world. I like that. Amen to Guardian from New England. Amen to your players for Dylan from Florida. He’s battling…struggles there. Amen to all the Muslims who have turned to Christ as your savior. Pretty interesting that I studied the Koran long before…as an atheist…long before I studied the Koran as a Bible. So, it's weird that the Koran brought me to Christ. But as…as people who do read the…the Koran, he talks about Jesus a lot, talks about Christianity a lot. Actually, says that they would be most common and have fellowship with Christians. They call them people of the book. Because of 911 we've been so tainted with the concept of infidel and things like that that we think that that's how they all think. But I make the argument that it is much easier to talk to a Christian about Jesus Christ than it is an atheist who just didn't even believe He…He was alive. So, I'm grateful for the Koran beard I'm grateful for the grant for me that got me thinking, oh man, Mohamad's talking about all these biblical figures like the people of Lot and I don't know who that is so I guess I gotta go read…and I used to call it the stupid Bible which I thought was the worst book of the world ever as I talked to my Christian friends about how violent and horrible it was but eventually I did get to the New Testament and hear the words of Jesus and He definitely got ahold of my heart. But at first, I was appealed to His rebel nature appeared. So, love you all. I know most of you that it's hard to leave your faith and to come to Christ…but you have a good day.

Good morning DAB family this is Rosanna from East Tennessee in the United States. Today is January 28th and I just heard from Flourishing in the Desert. You obeyed the push from God to leave your abusive relationship. I am so proud of you for this bravery and obedience. This is a terrifying process. I also obeyed that call to finally leave my 12-year abusive marriage two years ago. I know our situation varies in detail, but I do understand. Let me pray for you. Loving heavenly Father, I praise you for who you are. You are holy, holy, holy. I pray that you will give strength, joy, and courage to Flourishing in the Desert. May your healing oil flow down from her head and heal the wounds in her heart. May she cling to you as the one and only bridegroom and her one and only source of peace and happiness. May she trust in you in this uncertain time. Amen. Thank you for your transparency and I am so thrilled that you are part of the DAB family. Be encouraged.

Morning DABbers my name is Henry and I'm calling from Cape Town in South Africa. I have been listening to Daily Audio Bible since 2010 and this is my first time to make a call. On 26th December last year 2020 I got exposed to Covid virus and since then it has been a struggle in my life but thankfully, I passed the 10 day or 14-day period but still I feel like they are…the virus is still active in me because there are continuous chest pains, sore throat, and…and…and a dry mouth. So, I am asking if you Daily DABbers could pray for me, that the healing process that God has started in my body He will bring it to completion and that there would be no other complications related to it. Please DABbers stand with me in prayer for my healing process in Jesus’ name I ask you. Amen.

Hey DAB family this is KZ from Hope MI. I'm a long-time listener and a first time caller and I have a long long overdue prayer request for you all. Last year in May our community suffered a…actually two dam failures due to flooding and the community was terribly impacted by this. We got a lot of help in the beginning. Because it was a dam failure insurance companies tended not to pay to help people replace homes that were washed out or, you know, people basically lost all of their belongings. In many cases some were just, you know, a lot of clean up, things like that. But nine months later we're still trying to figure out if our lakes will come back. And it just dawned on me that. like I said I live in Hope, Hope. Our Lake is contained by the Edenville, Edenville dam. These are really good communities of people and nobody deserved any of this; however, I just pray that you all would pray with me to find God in all of this. It's…it's been an ugly thing, but I know God is in this somewhere, somehow. And I just pray for that light to be shown to our community and the heartbreak to end. Thank you.

Hey Daily Audio Bible family it's Kanaio here from London and I hope all of you are well and blessed. What an absolute joy it was to hear Onyu call in as a first time DABber when she shared that she's gotten into this podcast as a result of me sharing a little post on Twitter about my experience over the past three years. And incredible it has been. Grounded it has been. And I just want to say thank you for Brian to continuing on with his ministry. Thank you to your wife Jill and thank you to China and all of you who are involved. It's just incredible that every time he reads and listens to God's word, we are exposed to His word in a new way appeared. You know, we have a fresh understanding of scriptures that we may have listened to you 100 times over. And we also get the perks of a wonderful community. So, God bless you all. This year I said I'm going to get sowing into the Daily Audio Bible. I've enjoyed it at the last three years, and it was only right that indeed I sow into what has been feeding me. And I encourage you all. If you have spare…spare money please, please support the ministry. Please, please, please because you can see how it's blessing so many far and wide. And, yeah, we just want to continue to ensure that God's word reaches the four corners of the earth in Jesus’ name. I do want to pray for a few people. Praying for the lady who was separated from her husband of 46 years. I'm praying for the Lord to strengthen you and fortify you with His peace during this time, a peace that surpasses all human understanding, that even you will say what is going on? Why do I feel so…so fine in this difficult situation? It’s because the Lord is with you. God bless you.

May we pick up every cross, may we handle our crosses may we stand up today whatever happened…whatever happened yesterday, whatever just happened moments ago, and may we take grab, handle, maneuver our cross and may we walk knowing that we are not alone, knowing that we have our brothers and sisters alongside of us. May we see that we are walking in a place where the harvest is harvest time. May we walk in the field line by line shoulder by shoulder body by body, feet marching in the direction of the promised land, God in front of us God with us, Emmanuel, God with us. May we pick up our cross, carry it to the promised land, taking up our cross carrying it to the promised land knowing that we are not alone, knowing that it is not just us but knowing that what happened today wasn't just a mess but taking up our crass and still following Jesus. God bless you brothers and sisters.

Hello, DABbers this is ginger from Indiana. Brian spoke of identity today on January 29th. If asked about my church affiliation, I've only said the church I've gone to for 20 years. I don't respond about the Daily Audio Bible which I have listened to for over 10 years, but in this time of Covid when my church building has been closed DAB has taken first place in my religious life. DAB has taught me more than any pastors sermons daily. The word of God given daily. The insight by Brian and Jill. Yes, this year I became a double DABber. My identity has shifted. And I thank you Hardin’s for your faithfulness so that so many can shine the light of God the word of God the presence of God to the workers of God. And may those…that word be spread throughout God's harvest field. That is my identity now. Thank you, Brian. Have a blessed day everybody. Goodbye.

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the intern - avengers

Word Count: 3384

Warnings: Language

POV: Clint Barton

Sam had insisted that they turn up a full day before Tony was expecting them, something that Steve protested at first until Natasha pointed out that they still didn't have written confirmation from Ross that all charges held against them had been dropped.

Part of Clint felt awkward about turning up unexpectedly; Tony would see it as a lack of trust. The assassin side of Clint thought that the precautionary measure was totally justified.

They approached the unmanned front entrance and paused.

"Umm...F.R.I.D.A.Y?" Steve tentatively asks the air, unsure if she would reply.

"Good evening, Captain Rogers," comes F.R.I.D.A.Y's smooth voice.

"May we enter?"

"Certainly," the A.I. replies, "though I should inform you that, since you were not expected until tomorrow, Mr Stark is not here to greet you."

The doors slide open and the foyer lights up as they enter.

"Is Vision here?" asks Wanda hopefully.

"No," F.R.I.D.A.Y replies. "He is attending a meeting on the east coast. Ms Potts and Colonel Rhodes are also unavailable. The only person currently in the building is Y/N. I will inform her of your arrival."

Clint looks around at the others. "Who's Y/N?" he asks them.

The rest of the team shrugs but F.R.I.D.A.Y responds. "She is Mr Stark's intern. Y/N is currently in the kitchen but she has just informed me she will come down to welcome you."

"Did anyone know Tony has an intern?"

More shrugs. They only have to wait a couple more seconds before they hear light footsteps running in their direction.

A teenager, dressed in leggings, a Sherpa and a t-shirt (reading: 'How can you speak 6 languages and sound like a dick in every single one of them?' Which also had the flash logo under it, with the name, 'Cisco Ramon') skids into the foyer. Clint notes that the child was semi tall, with H/C hair and E/C eyes that snapped rapidly from one Avenger to the next as she approached. Clint has spent years honing his instincts, and despite the girl's casual air as she approaches them, something tells Clint that the teen's movements are controlled and purposeful.

Clint almost ignores his instincts when the kid opens her mouth.

"Uh...hi! Hi guys! I mean, Avengers, I mean..." the child ruefully rubs the front of her neck. "Um...I'm Y/N, Tony's intern. He, um, he told me you were arriving tomorrow. Not that you're not welcome today, of course!"

The ramble cuts off and the team exchanges looks varying from amused to confused.

Steve takes the initiative. "We hoped we could turn up early. Get settled in ASAP."

"Cool, cool!" exclaims the teen, smiling now. "That's very cool. Um, would you like me to show you to the rooms Tony has set up for you? You could dump your bags and then I could either give you a tour or you could just explore the place yourselves, or whatever?"

Steve explains to Y/N that everyone but Scott has been here before, but they accept his offer to show them to their rooms, which is how they all end up walking after girl, who points out rooms to Scott along the way.

"...and that down there is the gym room. The weights on the bench press go up to 10 tons..."

Clint wonders what Tony was thinking, allowing a teenager to stay somewhere as risk-attracting as Avengers HQ. It just doesn't make sense.

Something else that doesn't make sense is Sam's attitude towards them. Sure, she appears excited and welcoming, nothing unusual about that. The thing is, kids her age usually do this whole 'gobsmacked-with-awe, hero-worship' thing when meeting even one of the Avengers, never mind a half dozen of them. Hell, adults do it too.

It's not like Clint wants the teen to be drooling over them all. The down-to-earth attitude is a really nice change when meeting a civilian. It's remarkably mature and a little bit odd.

He shows them all their rooms, asks if they've eaten yet and offers to make a stir fry when Natasha says they've haven't, claiming that she was making one for himself anyway.

Nat stands at Clint's door as he pulls clothes out of a bag and places them in the closet.

"Any thoughts on the kid?" She asks.

"I was hoping you knew," he replies, to which she shrugs.

"I've got a theory, but I'm not certain."

"Wanna share?"

"Not yet," she replies, tapping her nose before heading back to her own room.

A short while later, Y/N is separating stir fry out into bowls and the team converges at a large dining table. Clint watches as the girl helps herself to a bowlful of stir fry and then starts to head in the direction of the bedrooms.

It is Scott who stops her. "Hey, Y/N, aren't you going to eat with us?"

The teen looks surprised and a little bit anxious. "I don't want to intrude on your meal."

"Not at all," says Sam.

So Y/N sits down next to Scott and applies herself quietly to her meal.

Clint begins the interrogation. "So, Y/N, how long have you been interning for Tony?"

"Hmm....about, eight months?"

"Enjoying it?"

"Sure, absolutely. The tech is amazing."

Natasha takes a turn. "What do you do as an intern?"

Y/N reaches for her glass of juice and takes a long swallow before answering. "Whatever needs doing, I guess. Tony occasionally lets me tinker with stuff in the lab."

A few eyebrows rise at this. Tony's lab is sacrosanct. Bruce was always allowed free range but for everyone else entry was based on a 'look but don't touch' policy. Memorably, Sam was once banned from the lab after The Coffee Incident of 2015.

The kid then tries to turn attention away from herself by asking what brought the team to HQ earlier than planned, but Steve deflects that one nicely.

They all take it in turn to engage the child; clearly Clint isn't the only one who is curious. Y/N answers their questions (sixteen years old, Senior year, Midtown School of Science and Technology, an application to Tony's September Foundation), looking a bit harried by the time she finishes answering that last one about how she met Tony.

When F.R.I.D.A.Y announces that Tony has arrived back from wherever the hell he was, the child looks relieved.

They hear Tony before they see him. "Well, would you believe it, there was no Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough at the store I stopped at on the way back, so I hope you like Chunky Monkey, kid. I really shouldn't eat this crap, but..."

Tony enters the room, spots them all at the dinner table and stops cold.

"Hi," the billionaire says flatly, clearly not pleased about being caught off-guard.

Steve stands. "Hi Tony. I hope you don't mind, we pushed forward our arrival." He doesn't bother trying to explain why and Tony doesn't ask.

"Why would I mind?" Tony saunters forward and wanders over to pull up a seat next to Y/N, before turning to the kid. "You OK?" A silent conversation seems to go on between the two of them.

Y/N nods quickly. "Yup. We've had stir-fry. You want some?"

Tony shakes his head. "Nah. It's Chunky Monkey for me. You could get me a spoon though."

Y/N raises an eyebrow and gives Tony a look that can only be described as critical. "You know Pepper hates it when you skip meals."

"Jeez! I hate it when you two gang up on me. How much does she pay you to keep me on the straight and narrow? I promise I can better whatever she's offering you. How would you like a nice shiny new phone, hmm?"

Clint watches to two verbally spar and realizes that this Y/N kid is close to Tony. Close in a way only one or two other people are. Clint doesn't know what to make of it and, looking around the table he can see that the others don't either.

Tony eventually concedes to eating some stir fry and, standing up from the table, he ruffles Y/N's H/L hair on the way past. Y/N makes an annoyed noise, but grins as she starts collecting everyone's empty bowls.

Later that night, after Y/N has headed to bed, Sam brings it up.

"So who is he really Tony? The girl."

Tony gives him a bland look.

"My intern," he replies, before making his excuses and heading to his own bedroom.

POV: Sam Wilson

The following weekend, Y/N the Intern makes another appearance at HQ. She studies quietly in her room. She joins Tony in the lab (and Sam is not at all suspicious of the way they shove something under the desk when he approaches the lab at lunchtime).

At Tony's invitation, Y/N also sits and watches them spar in the training room, her gaze razor sharp as she observes evasive man-oeuvres, feints and offensive attacks.

She joins Steve, Sam and Scott on a morning run, and Sam is surprised at how fast the kid moves, for a Tall-ass.

However, it isn't until Sunday afternoon that the team comes to realize why Y/N is there. Sam, Nat and Clint head to the gym room for an afternoon workout, only to find her there, doing bench presses.

At first, Sam doesn't understand what has gotten Natasha's attention when she nudges him and gestures subtly towards the girl. He looks at Y/N, frowns at Nat and (at her repeated gesturing) looks again.

That's when he spots it. The weight counter indicates that the child is pressing five tons. Sam looks sharply back at Natasha who nods. Sam looks back at the counter. There's no way it can be correct. Steve can't lift five tonnes, never mind the rest of them. Only Thor and Hulk can manage that kind of weight.

Y/N is not wearing a suit, or technology of any kind, as far as Sam can see. She has a couple of thick bands around her wrists, but that's it.

After a moment, the girl returns the weight to its resting place and sits up. She gives the three of them a smile and a hello as she wipes the sweat off the bench. She hesitates a moment, as though trying to decide whether to stay or go, then she waves at them slightly awkwardly and exits the room.

Sam can't help himself. He goes over to the bench, positions himself and tries to lift the bar. It feels like he's trying to push a small moon out of orbit. Impossible. He sits up.

"What the fuck?!" He asks Nat and Clint.

POV: Scott Lang

That evening Scott is one of the last to arrive when the pizza is delivered. He arrives just in time to hear Nat asking Tony a question.

"Did you know your intern can bench press five tons?" Natasha asks Tony conversationally.

"Really?" said Tony, lifting an eyebrow. "I thought it was four and a half."

"Five tons." She repeats. "Who is she really Tony?"

"She really is my intern, and her name really is Y/N." Tony reached for a pizza slice. "Seriously, the girl has brains coming out of her ears. You should see what she can do with a chemistry set."

"She's enhanced. So spill the beans, Stark. I've got my suspicions, but I'm really not sure it's my place to air them."

"Y'do?" Scott chimes in. "Let's hear them then, your suspicions."

Y/N picks that moment to wander into the room, a thick physics textbook tucked under one arm.

"Kid, you'd better take this one," says Tony. "Natasha is convinced she saw you lifting five tons in the gym room earlier."

The rest of the Avengers all turn to look at Y/N. The teenager bounces from foot to foot, an expression of mild panic on her face.

"Uh...Mr Stark, can I see you in private for a minute?" The girl asks.

Tony nods and wraps an arm around Y/N's shoulders as they wander out of the room. They return fifteen minutes later. Tony sits back down and unconcernedly picks up another piece of pizza. Everyone else stares at Y/N in anticipation, the teenager standing awkwardly in front of them all.

"So?" Natasha raises an eyebrow.

Y/N clears her throat. "So...you're right. I'm...different. Enhanced. Whatever you want to call it. But..."

The child looks at Tony before taking a deep breath and continuing "...I don't really know you all like Tony does, so if it's all the same to you, I'd rather not share anything else about it, for the moment."

The room is quiet for a moment before Nat shrugs. "Fair enough."

And that is the end of that. For the moment.

POV: Tony Stank

Tony has a particular spot he likes to sit in on the modular couches in the Avengers lounge room. It's a corner single seater; no-one elbowing him and plenty of personal space. Clint and Sam seem to think this is hilarious and sometimes refer to Tony as 'Sheldon', ungrateful swine that they are. The Sheldon jokes are the only reason Tony doesn't put up a list of house rules on the fridge door; no need to give them any more ammunition, regardless of how annoying some of their habits are.

Tony gets back to the tower one day after a grueling Stark Industries board meeting (Pepper must have been in the mood to torture him – there was absolutely no need for him to be there) and heads towards his seat. All he wants is a drink and some soothing AC/DC in the background.

He reaches his seat and stops cold. On it is a pillow covered in an image of Edna Mode, from the movie The Incredibles, holding up a super-suit and accompanied by the words: 'Fine. I will also fix the hobo-suit'. Tony stares at it, stupefied, for a few moments before he hears sniggering from the direction of the kitchen. Turning, he sees Nat, Scott and Clint watching him, wearing various expressions of amusement.

"Which one of you dicks is responsible for this?"

Clint laughs out loud as Scott responds.

"We all really like your intern, Tony. She's got a wicked sense of humor."

"That little shit." He finds himself reluctantly smiling. It figures Y/N would worm his way into the hearts of the team quickly.

Vision wanders into the lounge from his bedroom.

"Is anyone able to explain this to me?" He holds up another pillow of Edna Mode, this one with the words 'No Capes!' in block letters. Tony snorts.

"Vision buddy, talk to my intern."

POV: Wanda Maximoff

It is Wanda who is next to pick up on one of Y/N's abilities. It isn't surprising, really. After all, she reminds her of Pietro. She is quick and lithe and has a ready smile. Plus, with her psionic abilities, it makes sense that Wanda would pick up on another person's unusual mental talents.

It is a Friday night and they had all greeted Y/N warmly when she arrived, smiling somewhat shyly at them as she'd slumped down on the lounge next to Tony.

"Hey, kid," greeted the billionaire. "How was school?"

A shrug. "Same old, same old."

Tony had remained tight-lipped about the teenager, only admitting that she was Enhanced and determined to use her abilities to help people, so Tony wanted her trained. As a consequence, Y/N now spent a couple of hours each Saturday learning hand-to-hand combat from Natasha and Clint.

Wanda watched now as Y/N discussed a school science project with Tony, who appeared more relaxed and animated talking with the teen than he had done all afternoon with the Avengers team.

Suddenly, mid-sentence, Y/N went silent. Her eyes took on a distant quality.

"Kid, everything OK?" asked Tony.

"Uhh..."

"Y/N?" asked Steve.

Y/N turned to look at Tony.

"Is anyone expected tonight? Like, guests I mean?"

"Noo..." replied Tony. "Why do you ask?"

Y/N ignored Tony's question. "Are there any threats on the horizon? I mean, are you guys on alert right now, for any particular reason?"

"You're making me pretty damn alert." Tony's eyes were sharp as he watched Y/N stand up and turn in a circle. "Talk to me kid."

Y/N rubbed the back of his neck in a frustrated gesture, before turning again to Tony.

"Something's wrong. I think...maybe...something's coming?"

Tony only narrowly beats the other Avengers in standing up.

"Can you be any more specific?" Steve asks as Tony started running F.R.I.D.A.Y through a series of security searches.

Y/N shakes her head. "Sorry, no. It's just a feeling right now."

"Are you sure you're not just being..." Sam trails off.

"Paranoid?" Supplies Tony, eyes flickering over the results from F.R.I.D.A.Y. "Y/N doesn't do paranoid. She does, however, have excellent instincts. If she says something's wrong, then something's wrong."

Wanda watches as Y/N suddenly swivelled towards the elevators which, as if on cue, give a friendly 'ding'. Y/N tenses, her hands fisting, and without conscious thought Wanda engages her telekinesis and braces herself.

The elevator doors slid open to reveal one of the cleaners; Wanda recalled that his name was Richard, although she'd never come into close contact with him before. Tony, still distracted by his screens, glanced over at the cleaner and then back to the readouts.

"This part of the complex isn't scheduled for cleaning in the evenings." Tony calls out, as his hands moved rapidly to pull up data.

Richard smiled and cold dread shivered up Wanda's spine. She knew that type of smile. So when Richard throws three small canisters in their direction, she reacts in a split-second, encasing the canisters in a telekinetic bubble. She held the bubble steady, unwilling to release it for fear of what might happen to the canisters if she did.

Natasha is across the room almost before Wanda can blink, knocking the guy out cold within seconds. And just like that, it is over.

The canisters are transferred to a decontamination lock-box before Wanda releases her hold on them. Almost immediately, they begin to hiss with the release of an unknown substance. A substance which, three days later, the CDC informs them is something unseen before and utterly, devastatingly deadly.

The following day, Wanda strolls into the common area to see most of the team quietly watching Tony argue with someone on the phone.

"I know. I know that M/N. I'm not arguing with you on that score." Tony runs a hand down his face. "But I promise you, steps have been taken in the last four days to make sure it doesn't happen again."

"What's going on?" Wanda asks Scott.

"I think that's Y/N's Mom on the phone," he replies, "and she's not happy about her coming back here after what happened on the weekend."

"No," says Tony. "Yes. Yes, M/N. I understand. Absolutely. You have my word."

"I've never heard Tony sound so whipped before," whispers Rhodey, who had arrived a couple of days ago. "I wish I was recording this."

When Y/N visits HQ again the next weekend, she is accompanied by a beautiful middle-aged woman who greets each of the Avengers politely but coolly. M/N, it turns out, is Y/N's Mom.

M/N says little. She watches as the Avengers train and as Y/N trains with specific team members. She joins them for meals and listens to the conversation. She watches how Y/N interacts with the team.

Tony is at pains to please the woman and Wanda realizes that the kid must mean a lot to the billionaire, for him to go to so much effort to accommodate M/N.

Wanda's curiosity gets the better of her. She dips shallowly into the other woman's mind, and encounters an intense well of emotion directed towards Y/N; deep love, overwhelming pride, curdling fear and fierce protectiveness, all rolled into one. It is so intense that Wanda backs out, but not before glimpsing a series of images M/N is projecting.

A man, with the same E/C eyes and warm smile as Y/N.

A small child who can only be a younger Y/N, crying as she lifts up a broken pair of glasses.

A blue mask. Tidal's mask.

Busted, thinks Wanda, eyeing the unassuming teenager.

#marvel #avengers #tidal #intern #stark #tony stark #tony stank #wanda maximoff #clint barton #scott lang #steve rogers

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yumeno-kanade · 3 years

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Satsunade: Amusement park date

It was a normal day like any other, besides the date plans Natsuki and I had made about a week prior. Now that he had a day off, we planned to go to the amusement park themed around Piyo-chan and all his friends. I was excited to go to the cute place with my cute boyfriend. I knew it would be a blast with Natsuki by my side. I got ready in a yellow themed outfit I had picked for today so it would match with all the Piyo-chan merch we were bound to come back with. I left my house quickly after and headed over to Natsuki and Syos apartment. I heard Syo whimpering inside so instead of knocking, I grabbed by spare key and walked in. Natsuki sat at his desk while Syo was frantically searching for something, not even paying attention to me. Walking closer, I saw he was actually composing something. I wrapped my arms around him and he tensed up, standing and almost throwing me off of him.

"?!?! N-Nacchan?? What's wrong?! It's me! Kanade!" I tried not to yell as my feet were off the ground. He suddenly stopped and put me down. When he turned around to face me, I quickly realized it wasn't the big, smiling, kind giant Natsuki I was used to. Instead it was Natsuki's face but a threatening aura, wrapped together with a frown and slanted eyes. "...S-Sacchan...". Now it made sense. While I was always happy to see Satsuki, today was my day with Natsuki.

"We can't find his glasses." Syo said from the other room. I looked down and sighed. I knew how dejected I looked but even so, I tried putting on a smile.

"Guess I'll help look. We can always go another time..." as I said that and turned to enter Natsuki's room, Satsuki grabbed my arm.

"You were going to the amusement park... right? I looked at him in confusion and nodded my head. "I'll take you." Syo and I were both shocked.

“You really don’t have to Sacchan!” I waved my hands around and kept smiling but I knew he saw right through it. “I’ll just stay here and help you find Natsuki’s glasses for whenever you wanna leave.” His grip slightly tightened on my arm. Not enough to hurt of course.

“No. Let’s go.” He pulled me along and we left Syo in the apartment as we went to the train station. The train wasn’t too packed so I tried to keep a small amount of distance from Satsuki. It felt strange to move away but I also knew that Satsuki wasn’t the touchy type. The train was smooth and we were going along fine until a couple of stops before the park. A ton of people started boarding the train and I was starting to get squished. That was- until I was pulled up against someone’s chest, with their arm wrapped around my waist. I looked up to find none other than Sastuki. He glanced down at me as well, with more of a glare then the confused stare I was giving him. “What?” The space around us seemed to get a little less cramped as he said it. This was a really new feeling. Somehow, even if it was the same body, Natsuki and Satsuki’s touch were completely different. Natsuki's touch was more light, and gentle, as if he thought I was glass and was afraid to shatter me. Satsuki had a tighter grip and it felt really protective. Even so, he was still as gentle as he could be with me. Everytime he would grab me, I noticed that the grip he held was always different than what he began with. Right after grabbing me, he would always considerably loosen his grip. A small thing for sure but it made me happy to think about how Satsuki did slightly care for me. I held onto both the metal bar and Satsuki until the train of sardines unpacked at the amusement park. From the very front you could spot the gigantic ferris wheel that was in the center of everything. I really wanted to go on but Satsuki probably wouldn't. Satsuki started walking in front of me and into the park, wondering into a random direction. My eyes wondered to all the attractions surrounding us and finally landed on a cliche giant stuffed bear. I stopped for a second to admire it and looked back to see Satsuki out of my sight. Even with his height I couldn't spot him in the sea of people. The would seemed to slow for a second as I panicked. I looked at every spot around me, until I heard a couple voices approach me.

"Wow~ you're cute huh~" One of the voices said.

"Are you here alone? Or are you here with your friends?" The second continued, looking around. In front of me were two men, roughly around my age. They were kinda cute but obviously douches and I already had a boyfriend. Of course I couldn't just tell them to fuck off as much as I wanted to. I was too scared and nervous to utter a word.

"Hey, how about we ditch this place together and go somewhere more fun~ huh?" He reached for my hand and I took a step back. "Come on babe, no need to be shy." He reached out again but his hand was grabbed by someone else's. I assumed it was his friend being a good person and telling him to back off but I followed the hand up to a familiar pair of green eyes that glared at the two men.

"Oi, who do you assholes think you're touching?" This Satsuki, while familiar, had his murderous aura tripled. The guys instantly feared for their life.

"O-Oh! Is this your girlfriend?! S-So sorry man! She j-just...looked l-lost! A-And we thought we would help her back! That's all!" They then walked away at a quick pace, almost running as Satsuki sighed heavily. His face was annoyed and almost worried. He looked at me with a look I could only imagine from someone as stern as Tokiya.

"What are you? A kid?" He scolded me. I nervously put my fingers together and looked up at him apologetically. "You're not a kid anymore so don't get lost." He then stuck his hand out. It was empty so I looked in confusion at what he wanted me to grab. "...Why are you just standing there staring? Take it."

"Take what?"

"What else could it be? It's my hand you idiot. Take my hand." It took a minute for it to fully process what he has said. When it finally hit, my face got a little red.

"You want to... h-hold hands..?" I asked nervously. Although small and hard to spot, Satsuki's face got a small dusting of pink embarrassment. As I was about to reach out to grab his hand, he grabbed mine. It wasn't holding hands as much as it was he really just GRABBED my hand. He didn't even give it time to adjust as he started walking. With our height difference, even if I was taller than the average girl, he had longer legs, took bigger steps, and was walking pretty fast. As a result of it all, I was getting dragged behind him. "Sacchan!" I called out, but I guess he didn't hear me. "Satsuki! Wait!" His steps slowed to a stop and he looked back at me, lightly panting. "C...Can you slow down a little..? I'm getting left behind here." I pouted. He looked at me like I was annoying and turned away. We started walking again but I could actually keep up just fine, even getting ahead of him at times. I didn't know where he was dragging me so fast but on the way there were stalls upon stalls of games for stuffed animals. My eyes hovered on a couple that were cute, but only one really caught my eye. A cliche giant teddy bear at the bell ringing game where you tested your strength. I pulled on Satsuki's sleeve. "Can we go over there really quick? I want to try and get the big bear!" I pointed over to the bell and he sighed. We walked over and the man immediately started talking to try and convince us to play.

"Whaddya say? Give it a try?" I shook my head and went to grab the hammer. It was heavier than I thought. The goal was to hit the bell and get the bear- it was the only thing in my mind. When I hit the machine, I watched as I barely got the light up to my knees. "Ooohh, tough luck little lady. Does your boyfriend here wanna give it a go?" He passed the hammer to Satsuki who looked at me. I gave him a smile and shook my head.

"It's okay. He doesn't have to. He's not even really my..." my words faded to a sadder tone. That's right. Satsuki and my relationship... what was it exactly..? He tolerated me and accepted me for someone who loved Natsuki. And I loved him, because he was another part of Natsuki. It was one sided love, and a mutual respect. My thoughts halted as a bell rung and bright lights flashed. The booth man's jaw was hanging while Satsuki stood up straight.

"Now give her the giant bear or you're the next thing I'm hitting with this hammer." The booth man happily obliged and handed me the giant bear.

"You got a real keeper there lady." He sweated nervously. Satsuki grabbed my hand again, intertwining his fingers with mine this time. I looked up at him who only stared back at me, his eyes less squinty in anger than before. A smile just naturally came up to my lips as I half confidently whispered,

"I do." We left the area soon after and played a couple more games. We didn't win them all like the first one but I had a few new small plushies to add to my bed. We rode the carousel and Satsuki looked hilarious on the unicorn next to mine. The best photo I got of the trip, although he was NOT amused. Finally we arrived at the ferris wheel while sharing a big bag of cotton candy.

"You want to get on... right? Then get in line." He nudged me behind the line filled with couples and families waiting to see the view from the top. After a few minutes, our time to get on was up. I put my giant bear and other friends on one side of the car while we sat on the other. Our hands weren't together anymore and we looked at opposite windows until we got to the top. It was a really pretty view and I almost felt like I couldn't take my eyes away. "Oi. Close your eyes for me."

"Eh? Why? This is the best part!" The familiar big hands I was holding earlier covered my eyes. "Hey! Sacchan! What the hell?!"

"I told you to close your eyes."

"Fine! Fine I will!" I pried Satsuki's hands away from my eyes and looked at the darkness in my eyes. He turned me so I faced in towards him and sat there for a second. "...I'm going to get embarrassed if you keep staring at me like that." His hand came up to my cheek, cradling it gently. "Uh... Sacchan..?"

"Shut up." Then my lips touched someone else's. It was familiar but again so different and new. The same body but a different person. Oh- oh my god. Satsuki was kissing me. He kissed me. This... what did this mean? I already thought of him as my boyfriend from earlier but... but he liked me too right?? Right? My mind was flustered as I sat there with wide eyes. When Satsuki pulled back, his entire face was red and he was almost... pouting. It was such a cute face. "Why did you open your eyes? Close them idiot." He was embarrassed. His hand came up to cover his face but I pulled it down and pulled him into another. I felt so much relief being able to feel this way. Being able to express my love for him like this for both of his sides. We went home exactly how we had come. When I checked my phone before we reached the appartment, I had almost a hundred missed calls from Syo from throughout the day. We stepped into the home where Syo eagerly waited for us, handing off Natsuki's glasses and going off to relax with a special female friend in the livingroom. Satsuki and I sat on his bed for a moment, not really saying anything. I learned up against him and he placed the glasses on his bedside. Before I knew it, we were laying on the bed and I was engulfed in his arms, hearing his rising heartbeat.

"...Sacchan..?" I whispered up to him, but he placed his hand on the back of my head and pushed me back into his chest.

"...I...I don't want to leave yet." His hold on me got a little tighter. "Stay like this... a little longer."

#utapri #uta no prince sama #self ship #shinomiya natsuki #shinomiya satsuki #kana desperately tries to write a cohesive story

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lumiolivierlithium · 4 years

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Life Update of 2020 (Don’t Worry. Just the Good-Good)

It’s been a while since we last spoke, huh, Tumblr? I don’t pay you nearly as much attention as what I should, but I’m scattered all over cyberspace. I show up in the most unexpected places. But what the alternate title of this is:

Lumi’s Post of Shameless Self Promotion (Because What Else is a Blog Good For?)

So, what have I been up to, you may be asking yourself? Or maybe you’re not asking that question and you’re telling me to fuck off. Well, if that’s the case, then fuck you, too. So, hail Satan and have a lovely afternoon madam.

But if you are curious, here we are. Let’s do this in sections. That way, if you could give two shits less about something else I do, then, you can skip to the good bits, yeah? Or whatever it is you follow me for, K? Let’s get into it then.

1.) Fan Fiction:

So, in my last master post update, I hadn’t started posting Castlevania yet. It just recently came to an end last week, so...Brief synopsis and link in three...two...one!

Last of the Belmonts

Eden had lost her mother. The only family she thought she'd ever have. Her father couldn't be farther at the bottom of the barrel in her eyes. Her mother would be the only one who would accept her dhampir nature. That is until she finally starts to explore the other half of her blood, her vampiric half, courtesy of a certain girl gang of full-blooded vampires. However, despite that, she's still half human. Which half will rule her head and her heart?

Just a heads up. If you do read Last of the Belmonts (which I highly recommend. I loved this story so much and I’m so sad to see it go.), there are slight mentions of rape, but they’re far and few in between. Eden, the MC, is a dhampir. And for those who don’t know, dhampirs are a human/vampire hybrid. She wasn’t one of the lucky ones who came into this world by consensual means. Most of them aren’t. But before you ask, NO. SHE IS NOT DRACULA’S DAUGHTER. We find out just who she is throughout the story. But it’s got a little bit of everything in it. It’s got Trevor and Alucard sassing each other. It’s got Sypha trying to mediate between them. It’s got a MC that’s got a chip on her shoulder. I like to call it an alternative season three. Like, the story opens up in Braila after Carmilla’s raid, so...I’m not going to give too much for spoilers here. Just...Read the damn thing if you’re that curious. And I’ve been getting asked about a sequel, but I’m not quite sold on it yet.

But Castlevania isn’t the only fandom I’ve dipped my toe in as far as fic goes. Because...It’s been three years since I last wrote for Death Note and I got a friendly reminder of how big of Death Note trash I was when I fell down a fanart rabbit hole one night and thought, I need to jump back into writing Death Note fic. It’s that kind of a year. What the hell? Why not? And because I was feeling particularly thirsty, I decided I’d write my first Lawlight fic. Which...Again, same as I did for Last of the Belmonts, synopsis and link! BAM!

The Sweet Taste of Silver

Email after email...It only made Light sicker to look at them. Final notice. Past due. Expulsion threats. He knew going to one of the best schools in the country would be pricey, but that's what his scholarships were for, right? At least until they start running out. At least he'll have his internship...And his new employer.

Yeah. It’s what you think. It’s a sugar baby AU. We all know Light’s a sugar baby waiting to happen and it’s an underappreciated AU on Ao3, so I figured I’d add to the rich tapestry it is. But this is still ongoing. It gets updates every Tuesday. This story has been my new lightning in a bottle. It’s gotten a lot of traction on Ao3 and you are definitely more than welcome to it. I never thought I’d get so into writing angsty gays like I did with L and Light, but holy hell. It’s so much fun...Why did no one tell me this would be fun? I don’t know why I needed a sugar baby Death Note fic, but dammit, here we are.

Amongst all that mess, I’ve posted a SHIT TON of Mystic Messenger oneshots (even got my first commission because of those oneshots!). They’re all on Ao3. There’s probably 11 or 12 of them, so I’m not going to post the whole list here. Just go to my Ao3 account. You’ll see them there. But since we’re on the subject of MysMes fics I’ve written over the years, I started doing a rewrite of Man’s Best Intern, too! I mean, the story premise is still the same, but it’s had some tweaks here and there. And that’s damn near catching up to the Sweet Taste of Silver. My babies are all growing up so fast. I’m so proud of them...But the Man’s Best Intern rewrite is going up on Ao3 every Wednesday and Friday.

And the last fic I’m going to throw out here is For the Family. Now, for those of you who remember, last year, I posted a story called Switch about a little girl that grew up in New York mafia falling in love with a sweet, yet salty yakuza boy and getting tangled up with the Ouran Host Club. Well, it got a sequel. Again. Link and synopsis, ho!

For the Family

One year. That's all it took for Rei's heart to find home in another city. But it wasn't necessarily the city that captured her heart. it was the cute yakuza boy that bumped into her in the hallway. And thought she was a dude. Anyone else would've been afraid of someone with that kind of power...but not everyone had that same power. Now that another summer has passed, Rei and Ritsu were ready to go back to Ouran to take on their mutual frenemies: The Ouran Host Club

I couldn’t stay away from them for long. They were too cute. I loved Rei and Ritsu’s dynamic and they’ve only gotten worse. At the time I’m posting this, For the Family is ongoing, too. It goes up on Thursdays and I love this one so much. It’s been a roller coaster already and it hasn’t even gotten to the middle bit yet. This coming week’s chapter may or may not be a shit show.

I know I said that I’d be done with my fan fiction bullshit after my pitch of For the Family, but I also kind of have something cooking up. I’ve been working on a project that’s been completely handwritten for Hetalia that includes both the 1p! and 2p! characters, centered around an OC. I’ve been debating on whether or not to post that one online. Because it’s been mostly me writing it for me to unwind at night. It’s what I’ve spent my last half hour of my day working on and it’s put me in such a good place. Which is weird because the MC spends a lot of time with 2p!France and he’s kind of an asshole. I don’t know. I’ll think about it.

2.) New Schedule Changes? Instagram? Whaaaat?

I know. That sounds like it still pertains to my fan fiction here. It does not! On my Instagram for the last few weeks, I’ve been doing livestreams on Friday nights. It’s mostly just me sitting down and bullshitting with a camera, but it’s been some great fun! For the first one, I made curry. For the second one, I was working on a bullet journal spread. They’re all just very chill livestreams with a little hint of chaotic. My last post before this one? That was from last week’s stream when we were talking about different CMV projects I’d love to make, but I don’t have the bodies to make them. As mellow as they are, they’re also a lot of fun. So, if you’re looking for something to do with your Friday night and feel like hanging out with me, come hang out with me. My IG handle is LumiOlivier. You’re more than welcome to come sit and hang out. If my streams keep going they way they’ve been, maybe I’ll start doing more with them. Maybe I’ll bring them to YouTube. Maybe I’ll do something silly like do them more than once a week.

But that’s pretty much it. I’ve been, like most of you, shut up in my house for the last six months as much as possible. This year might be shit, but there’s been some pretty neat shit happening. And hopefully, it’ll be more of an upswing for the rest of it. So, I’m going to go because I have a chapter I need to do for Wednesday tonight and an outline to do. K, love you, bye!

#long post #life update #where in the fuck have you been Lumi?#shameless self promotion

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blankietaegi · 5 years

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impossible

jimin x reader drabble

“it’s impossible for you to get over him. even if, he himself, was impossible.”

park jimin was your neighbour, your friend and your classmate. you knew him for over a year after his family decided to move into the house next door. from then onwards, you loved him.

jimin was not only your crush, but also your study buddy. you’re parents grew pretty close after the move and decided to set you and him up for a study ‘date’ every once in a while.

of course, jimin didn’t mind this. he was good at almost every subject so the time went by no problem, but unfortunately for you, it did not. you constantly worried if you got the wrong answer or even worse, didn’t understand the question. you were so scared jimin would pick up on your stupidity and pick on you for it. but he never did, he just corrected you and you went on with your studying.

another study date is set up for tonight, you and jimin are studying chemistry which is actually one of your good subjects. you were in a good mood for tonight and started revising before jimin even got there, just so you would know everything and be able to pay attention to him. gosh, he was perfect.

you bounce towards your kitchen to collect some crisps for jimin since he offered you some in his house last time. you opened the big packet and poured them into a bowl before popping the same packet back into the press. you grab a few coke cans just in case and start the walk back up the stairs.

it was 17:15, 15 more minutes until jimin arrived.

you place the food on your desk neatly and start the swipe the crumbs off of your fingers until you see jimin’s figure leaving his house, you note his smile. you can’t help but smile .

but your smile disappears once you see a girl from your school leave his house whilst holding his hand, staring at him lovingly. your heart drops instantly. you never imagined be with jimin but it still hurt to see him together with someone, especially since you knew the girl.

you sit down in your desk chair in disappointment and stare at the crisps. you pick up one and pop it into your mouth, your hand lazily falling by your side. you tilt your head back, not in the mood for a study date, nevertheless see jimin.

the doorbell rings and you hear your mother answering it. “jimin!” she shrieks with happiness, your whole family was quite fond of jimin actually. it was like he was your brother, a really really hot brother.

“good morning, ms l/n.” jimin politely greeted your mother. she loved that. jimin was a charmer, you always knew he’d find someone. then it hits you again, his girlfriend.

“is y/n upstairs?” jimin asks, the sound of his shoes enters the house as you think he shuts the door behind him, since he always does.

“yes, i don’t know why she didn’t come down. she seemed so happy a minute ago.” your mother says and jimin chuckles effortlessly. your chest tightens hearing it.

“okay, thank you.” jimin adds as you hear his shoes run up the stairs. you sit up quickly, rubbing your eyes from the tears of disappointment and pretend to study.

a knock appears on your door and you murmur a small ‘come in’, your voice is choked back from the sadness. you turn and see jimin smiling with his bright pink hair. he was wearing black jeans and a blue sweater that was paired with a small cold train that laid effortlessly on his chest. you smile up at him.

“you’ve started without me?” jimin joker before he closed the door and sat down beside you, you pulled over your stool from the corner of your room for him. his eyes light up at the sight of his favourite crisps and pops one into his mouth before opening his little backpack he brought with him, taking out his books.

“oh, here,” his voice catches your attention but as you turn, jimin holds out a gift for you. it’s a white box wrapped in a red ribbon. you take it with two hands, surprised.

“where did this come from?” you asked lolly at it closely. jimin chuckled and pointed at one of the ribbons and gestured for you to pull it. you do and it unwraps itself to see a gold chain with the word ‘hope’ spelt out. you can’t help but smile.

“it’s for our one year anniversary of our study dates,” jimin adds before you can speak. you look up at him and remember the date, it reallt was. you hug him, softly not wanting to be weird or anything.

“jimin, you really didn’t have to.” you tell him as you continue to thank him. your heart sinks when you realise you hadn’t gotten him anything.

“if i knew we were exchanging gifts, i would’ve got you something.” you tell him. jimin shakes his head.

“it’s only because i know you have your college entrance exam soon, and i want you to wear this, okay?” jimin adds making your heart flutter, even if he was your big fat crush, he was still a caring friend.

you can’t help but hug him again. you take the chain out of he box and run your fingers over the gold material. jimin stands up and walks behind you, he holds his hand out and you give his the necklace. he wraps it around your neck before fastening it at the crook of your neck. he sits back down and looks at you.

“beautiful.” he almost whispers, you swallow deeply. he turns to the desk and picks up his pen, searching through the text book.

the study date goes as planned, no more surprises from jimin, thank god. you wouldn’t think you’d survive if there was any more.

“so what’s going on in your life?” jimin asks as you reach the end of your ‘date’.

“not a lot, studying i suppose?” you chuckle as so does jimin.

“what about you?” you ask, expecting to hear about his new girlfriend but he hesitates.

“i- i know this girl.” jimin tells you but your heart sinks, knowing that you’ll have to pretend to be the caring friend and help him with his girl problems. not that you didn’t care.

“oh? do tell.” you add with a smirk but jimin sits up and stares into the corner of your wall with a ‘hm’ noise.

“she’s really nice and cute.” jimin tells you.

“i haven’t known her long, and she’s perfect for me,” jimin continues to drool over his new girlfriend, you don’t notice that your smile as dropped until jimin looks at you with confusion. you smile back and tell him to continue.

“and...” jimin trails off as you bite your inner cheek and brace yourself for a fuck ton of pain. but it never comes, considering the shouts of your mom downstairs pulls his attention away.

“jimin! don’t you have dance?” your mother asks, she almost memorises his routine. jimin’s eyebrows raise as he goes to collect his stuff in a hurry. he quickly grabs his textbooks and shoved them into.

“i’m really, really sorry.” he adds before standing up. you stand up also, and shake your head.

“you don’t need to apologise, and thank you very much for the gift.” you remind him, smiling at his blushing red cheeks in embarrassment.

you both say your goodbye’s at your front door before jimin rushes towards his bus stop, smiling and waving at you as he does, always. you can’t help but forget his girlfriend, and imagine him and you. god, it seemed impossible.

after dinner, your mother decided to speak to you about your neighbour.

“jimin’s pretty cute, right?” she insists, dragging the brush across the floor. you look up from your place on the couch at her.

“yeah, i guess.” you tell her, trying to steer yourself away from the subject she brought up. your mother doesn’t note the hint.

“so—“ she stops herself when she sees your new necklace from him. she gasps.

“y/n! it’s gorgeous, come over here.” she insists, gesturing for you over to her. you don’t know what she means until she’s holding the present in her hand, her fingers caressing ‘hope’ spelt out in gold.

“oh yeah, jimin gave it to me.” you told her as her eyes light up. you knew how happy she’d be to have jimin as a son in law, he was perfect and polite, practically the perfect son.

“it’s to help me through my exams.” you say quietly, your voice pulled back as you fiddle with the chain below your chin.

you look back up and see the smile that rests on your mother’s face, pride. you fake a smile for a second, knowing that things weren’t what she thought they were.

“i’d say jimin really likes you, y/n.” she says, resting on her stood up broom, dazed at the gift. you advert your eyes to the ground.

“he really doesn’t.” your voice is smaller this time, could be considered sad. your mother scoffs at your words.

“what do you mean? he got you a necklace!” she exclaims back and you smile at her enthusiasm.

“trust me, he doesn’t.” you murder your last words before walking back upstairs.

you close your bedroom door, after you do, your back hits the wooden frame, sinking down to the floor in defeat. you bring your hands up to your face, rubbing your swollen eyes. you imagined how things could be different, if you hadn’t looked outside at that exact moment, you might’ve missed the romance and be happily oblivious to it.

if that was the case, right now you’d be smiling uncontrollably on your bed, staring up at your ceiling with pure happiness.

but you’d had to find out sometime, nothing stays a secret forever. not even with jimin.

whilst wallowing in self pity, a knock appears at your window. it’s a small, weary knock, your eyes dart up to see jimin’s smiling face in the window. in the moment, your startled until you pull yourself together to let him in.

“hey,” is all he can say as he climbs through your frame. luckily, the outside of your window goes straight out onto the extension on your porch, so jimin made it here safe but you were still confused as to why he was here.

“hey.” you breath out, still surprised by his sudden arrival.

“sorry that i came through the window, i didn’t want to ring the bell and wake your family up.” jimin scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment but you shake your head and smile at his nervous antics.

“it’s fine,” you tell him, closing the window behind him to stop the cold air blowing in.

it’s silent in your room, but it doesn’t look like jimin minds. you turn and see his figure smiling, walking around your room like he’s never been there before, even those he was an hour ago. he looks tired and sweaty, probably just back from his dance lesson. you bite your lip slightly, praying for him to give you an explanation.

jimin turns around to meet your confused self and he chuckles.

“it’s pretty weird that i’m here, right?” his voice is happier than normal, he’s a little giddy.

“the weird thing here is the way your acting.” you joke, jimin smiles and licks his lips softly.

“you’re right.” is all he says, you look at him as his face falls, he sits at the end of your bed. he holds his head in his hands, elbows resting on his thigh. you sit down on the chair in front of him.

“are you gonna tell me what’s up?” you ask, very concerned. jimin looks up at you.

“yeah, okay”. he coughs before continuing.

“i saw you today, obviously. you bought me chips from the shop and i gave you a necklace.” jimin wants to keep going but you want to stop him almost immediately after he begins.

you wanted to ask why he was replaying today’s moments like a story you’ve never heard. but something else comes out of his story, he saw you buy the chips for him?

“wait— you saw me buy the chips?” you ask, your head tilting. jimin tenses up and starts fidgeting with his fingers nervously, like a child who’s been caught eating sweets before dinner or something.

“yeah...” his voice is low.

“and you didn’t say hi?” you ask suspiciously but jimin shakes his head. “why?”

jimin’s eyes meet your gaze with a guilty expression. your eyebrows are furrowed.

“i-i was just awkward... i thought it would be weird.” he admits.

“why would it be weird, jimin? i’ve known you long enough for us to say shit like that.” you explain but jimin doesn’t seem to get it.

jimin stands up out of frustration with your words. he’s angry at you. why? you don’t know. but you do know he’s being a little bitch, no matter how much you love him.

you follow him when he goes to look outside, you try to see what he’s looking at. it’s nothing but your front garden.

“what are you on, jimin?” you spit out, you’re normally shy but not now, your words hit jimin like a burn from a candle, harmless but it hurts.

“i used to stand right there—“ he points right outside your house.

“every single morning waiting for you, but just playing it off as a coincidence we ran into each other.” he chuckles at his antics, making you more confused than ever.

“what?” you almost whisper. it’s now his eyes meet yours and it’s only now you realise how close you actually are.

“our study dates. i asked my mom to organise them, to see you.” your breath hitches while jimin states intensely at you.

“don’t you get it?” he asks you seriously but you stay still. frozen in time.

“please say you love me.” jimin almost begs you, his hand moves to your jaw, holding your face up to look at him.

“i-i love you.” you tell him and he smiles, his lips come closer to you but stop.

“close your eyes,” he tells you, you do so.

jimin steps back from you, looking at you for a second longer. you wait for him, but he just comes close to your ear.

“thank you.” jimin tells you. after a second or two, you open your eyes but jimin’s gone but your window is open.

he left you, retreating back to his frustration. he was absolutely impossible.

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cricket-scribbles · 5 years

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Luke Alvez Imagine

Luke Alvez x Gender Neutral Reader. Some sexy alphabet fun under the cut or read on Ao3 Masterlist

A: Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

Luke is so attentive during aftercare. He loves running a bath for you after sex and he’ll wash your hair, smooth a warm wet washcloth over your skin, peppering little kisses in his wake. When you head back to bed, it’s skin-to-skin, full body contact with you draped over Luke’s chest, your head beneath his chin.

B: Body part (Favorite body part - on themselves and their partner)

On himself, he doesn’t have one. As a ranger, his body was only a machine - keep it in good working order to stay on top of the job.

On you, however, he has several favorite body parts. It’s hard to choose just one.

He loves your hips, curving his hands over them when you ride him, or just resting his fingertips there when he stands next to you as a reminder - to you as well as him - that you’re safe.

He loves your eyes and how expressive they are. Even when you’re trying to hold it together and not fall apart in front of him, one look in your eyes and Luke can tell. And when you’re happy, your eyes light up and he can’t look away.

He also loves your mouth, for many reasons. Your sarcasm when you’re comfortable around him. Te way you kiss him like you’re starved for him. And God, when you smile, he loses his mind every damn time.

C: Cum

Luke doesn’t like the mess of cumming on you. He has mixed feelings about cumming in your mouth, too. It’s not necessarily a turn on. Too much extra baggage from the horrors he sees at work. If you insist that you want it, then he gradually opens up to the idea.

If you’re okay with it, he prefers to cum inside you, mostly because he hates being separated from you. Buried inside of you is as close to you as he can possibly get.

D: Dirty talk (Do they engage in it? Do they like it?)

It takes a while for Luke to warm up to the dirty talk aspect of your relationship. He makes sure that you want it first. Then he eases into it with compliments, telling you how gorgeous and perfect you are. Once the two of you are familiar, then he pushes the boundaries a little more, being very vocal about how you feel so good when he fucks you.

When you talk dirty to him, it always takes him a little by surprise, like he’s hearing you say it for the first time. But he’s 100% on board with it and melts in your hands.

E: Experience (How experienced are they?)

Luke has had a few partners in the past, more one night stands than long-term relationships, due to the nature of his work keeping him on the move. He’s not interested in holding a running tally of his previous partners, but he does remember details about them that are stuck in his head and he can’t forget.

F: Favorite position

(None that produce ugly babies)

Face to face, you sitting in his lap, your legs around his waist. His hand at the nape of your neck, the other hand at the small of your back or on your ass, pulling you tight against him as he thrusts up into you.

Spooning. 9 times out of 10 it leads to slow, sleepy sex. Luke can wrap his arms around you and envelope you with his body, claiming you as his and protecting you from the rest of the world.

G: Goofy (Sense of humor during sex or not?)

Most of the time, sex is very playful with Luke. He thinks the sexiest thing about you is your laugh and your smile and his favorite thing in the world is to see you happy. He’ll smother your face in kisses, tickle you, and generally screw around, being a total dork to make you laugh.

But sometimes, after a long absence or a bad case where the victim(s) were too much like you, Luke comes home, takes you to bed, and he’s dead serious about making love to you until every inch of you is imprinted in his memory.

H: Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Luke keeps himself trimmed and neat but not bare. He doesn’t expect that for you either.

I: Intimacy (What are they like in the moment? Are they romantic or not?)

Luke definitely has his romantic moments, when he’s not too caught up with work. Sometimes he forgets things like birthdays and Valentine’s Day, mostly because he’s too tired.

But he does make an effort on occasion, because he wants you to know that he appreciates you. He likes making dinner for you and surprises you with flowers or a vacation when you least expect it, just because he’s happy to have you in his life.

He also likes to physically be in contact with you as often as possible outside of sex. When he sits next to you, he’ll push his knee against yours. Or he’ll drape an arm over your chair and brush his fingers along your shoulder.

During sex, his fingers are usually intertwined with yours. Depending on the position, he is always making eye contact. And if he can’t make eye contact, he whispers in your ear or kisses anywhere he can reach.

J: Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

Luke doesn’t get fancy with masturbation. It’s just blowing off some steam real quick in the shower.

When he’s on a case, away from you for days/weeks/months at a time, he masturbates more often and takes his time, imagining you’re the one with fingers wrapped around his shaft.

K: Kink(s)

Lingerie - anything lacy and silky.

Lap dance/strip tease, especially if you instigate it or surprise him when he comes home from work.

Food play. Licking whipped cream or chocolate off of you is about as close to heaven as Luke can get.

L: Location (Favorite places to have sex)

Bedroom. He doesn’t like to be interrupted, even though interruptions happen all too often.

In a pinch, a bathroom or utility closet will work when he needs you. Right. Now.

Luke claims shower sex is too hazardous. But if you like it, he’ll oblige your fantasies.

And kitchen sex. Plenty of kitchen sex. In the morning over breakfast. In the middle of the night over a midnight snack. In the evening before and/or after dinner. It just sort of happens. One minute, you’re cooking together and he reaches past you for a utensil or he offers you a bite of food. The next minute, clothes are on the floor and Luke clears the counter with one hand as he picks you up.

M: Motivation (What turns them on?)

Your confidence. Nothing gets Luke going faster than seeing you take charge of a situation or overcome an insecurity that you’ve wrestled with in the past.

Also seeing how well you fit into his life. Watching you play with Roxy. Watching you wander around his apartment in one of his hoodies. You’ve adjusted to a lot with him - he’s rarely home, his job is loaded with risks for him as well as you. But you’ve rolled with the punches, and he’s proud of you for that. It usually leads to surprise sex out of nowhere - you’re just going about your daily life and suddenly, Luke is looking at you like that.

If you’re being a brat, it flips a switch in Luke. He CANNOT keep his hands to himself when you mouth off to him.

N: No (Something they wouldn’t do. Turn offs.)

Breath play. It scares the shit out of Luke. He’s seen too many victims choked/strangled/suffocated to find any pleasure in breath play. He can’t stand his hand around your throat, let alone go any further than that.

O: Oral (Giver or receiver? No go altogether?)

Luke doesn’t put any pressure on you for oral. But he does appreciate a good blow job, if you’re willing.

If you allow him to go down on you, Luke will go all in. He doesn’t hold back or hesitate and since he’s so detail-oriented in his job, he pays close attention to the signals your body gives. He knows every sweet spot you have and he uses them to his advantage, bringing you to the edge over and over. He keeps one hand locked with yours while the other hand caresses your body - hips, nipples, ass, stomach, etc.

P: Pace (Fast or slow?)

If Luke has a choice, he will always choose slow and sensual. When he finally gets uninterrupted time with you, he wants to make every second last as long as possible.

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies)

Luke does NOT like quickies but, at the same time, they’re necessary on occasion, especially if he’s about to leave on a case for an extended period of time. He’d rather have a quickie than nothing at all.

R: Risk (Do they experiment? Or not?)

Luke thrives off of an adrenaline rush. He’s willing to experiment but only after a long conversation with you first to see how you feel about it. He wants to make sure the two of you are on the same page about what’s going to happen and when to stop.

And if you’re the one who proposes to test the waters in some new territory, Luke will 99% of the time say yes to whatever you want. Unless it hits too close to home with a case he’s working.

S: Stamina (How long can they last?)

Generally, Luke has mind-blowing stamina. There are times you have to tap out before he does.

Unless you’ve been teasing him all day. Then Luke doesn’t last more than a few minutes.

T: Toys (Do they own any? Do they use any on their partner? etc.)

Luke has always traveled light in his life, so he doesn’t own toys, let alone use them. But if you use toys, he is ready and willing to play with you.

If you have a toy collection, he will dedicate entire nights to using them on you, finding out which ones you like.

If you are curious about toys but you’ve never used them before, he’ll do a ton of research beforehand and help you shop around to see what you might like.

U: Unfair (How much do they tease?)

Luke is mostly middle-range when it comes to teasing. He loves to leave you right on the edge, watching you tremble with that need for release, but he doesn’t have the heart to make you stay there for long.

V: Volume (How loud are they?)

Luke doesn’t get *really* loud. But he does whisper to you, tell you how good you feel, how much he’s missed you, how perfect you look when you come.

W: Wild card (Random headcanon)

Luke doesn’t like to share you. If you ask him to try a threesome or a polyamorous relationship, it’s a flat-out no at first. If it’s something you really want to try, he’ll consider it because he’s just that crazy about you. But he will really have to trust the other person(s) involved.

You still have to repeatedly remind him to play nice with others.

X: X-ray (What’s going on down below?)

Luke’s cock is a little over 6.5 inches but it’s the girth of him that was intimidating for you the first time you had sex together. Your fingers don’t quite wrap all the way around his shaft.

When Luke noticed your concern and hesitancy, he kissed your forehead and cupped your cheek gently in his hand. “We’ll take it slow and stop as soon as you say the word, baby.”

Luke was so careful with you (and prepared with plenty of lube) that you were completely relaxed when he slid inside of you so smoothly that there wasn’t a hint of pain.

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

On the higher range of average. Luke has a military background, he knows how to keep himself in check (even though you can certainly make it challenging sometimes).

Luke craves your physical presence the most. Just having you near, hearing your voice, that’s all he wants 24/7.

...but if you show up at his apartment in the middle of the night in his favorite flirty-pink lingerie and an overcoat, neither of you will make it to the bedroom. If you’re lucky, you’ll make it to the couch. Most likely, Luke will be fucking you against the wall ASAP.

Z: Zzz... (How quickly do they fall asleep afterward?)

Luke doesn’t usually fall asleep right away. He takes care of you first and he likes holding you, having you close, with the smell of your hair and the feel of your skin against him. He wants to be awake for that as much as possible since he’s not around so often for other things.

After you’ve been asleep for a while, he’ll doze off with his arms around you and his nose buried in your hair.

#luke alvez #criminal minds #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez imagines #luke alvez x reader imagines #criminal minds imagines #cricket ficlets

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edelgoth · 4 years

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matchup for nightrainn2

@nightrainn2 thank you for your patience!! sorry for making you wait so long for this, but all three are under the cut <3

so, for fire emblem: three houses, i match you with...

ignatz!!

ignatz is a very patient, understanding person, and i think that would be really good for you!!

he seems to quite good with handling difficult emotions (just look at his supports with marianne), and very supportive without being overwhelming

as he’s quite introverted himself, i think he’d be pleasant for you to spend time with; he knows his boundaries and he’d understand your needs pretty well, making him very comfortable to be around

he also likes reading!! and once he was able to, i think he’d definitely invest in having a little reading room/library in your home!! also, the most likely to want a family, i think!! and he’d be a pretty good dad imo

he’s a very gently encouraging person (marianne’s supports, again, highlight this), and he would remind you that he thinks your opinions are important and need to be said

i just feel like he’d be good with the fact that you’re highly sensitive and prone to melancholy? he’s just a very patient, loving person, and i think he’d be a very good listener

furthermore, he’s very patient and attentive, and would learn how to read you well. he’d want to show you the respect you deserve, and he’d really put in the work for that

he’d be very good at talking you down when you’re overthinking or over-analyzing, and does his best to be a calming, grounding force for you in those moments

rainy days with him are the best; whether it’s reading while snuggled up to each other, or doing a puzzle together, baking, etc. it’s just a nice moment that the two of you get to steal away together, away from all your worries

i think he’d like it when you got quirky, excitable and bubbly, and he really enjoys spending time with you like that; he’s also charmed by how eccentric you can be sometimes

and he really encourages you when you’re interested in something; he loves hearing you talk about the things you love, and he makes sure to always ask you questions to show that he’s listening

overall, i think he’d be a very good match, and he’d balance you out quite well!

alternative matchups

ashe: i think ashe would be quite similar to ignatz in a lot of ways. he’d be very patient, very kind, and very aware of your feelings, and you also share interests in reading and baking. i think he’d also be quite charmed by your quirkiness, and you’re both idealists. i chose ignatz over him mostly because of the ‘vibe’, but i do think ignatz is arguably more... gentle in some regards? ashe would be very enthusiastic, but ignatz is more likely to take it slow? if that makes any sense? but i still think ashe is a great fit.

sylvain: i feel like you would be a very good partner for him, and the sort of person that he’d really flourish with. but, i don’t know if he’d be the best partner for you?? like you’d quite along very well when you were in an excitable and bubbly mood, but the way he tends to conduct himself may not be the best thing for your anxiety and insecurity. but, i think at the core you’re both very caring, open-minded and loyal (well, in sylvain’s case, once he knows it’s mutual), and i very much see him as someone who’d encourage you to speak your mind.

from dragon age 2, i match you with...

varric tethras!!

i’ll be honest, this was the matchup that kept me from finishing this simply because everyone in dragon age 2 is such a damn mess aalkjslkjlj

but that being said, i think varric is the best for for you!! i think you and varric would have a nice balance; he’s very loyal and loving, yes, but he’s not a particularly soft person. i get the feeling you could soften his edges a bit. on the other hand, i think he could really help you learn how to defend yourself against the world, and how to speak your mind a bit more

varric absolutely teases you to hell and back, though. loves to flirt with you because you’re oblivious. you guys definitely had a ton of ‘not-dates’ until varric decided that he just had to tell you how he felt bc it was getting a bit ridiculous

you want a family? well, varric’s already got five kids (yes, including hawke), so expect your hands to be full with making sure that everyone’s Doing Okay. merrill and isabela have a particular love for you; they both think you’re adorable, and isabela has taken it on herself to be part of your Protection Squad

definitely organizes a little ‘library area’ of your room in the hanged man. it may not be the whole room of your dreams, but he knows how much you love reading, and how valuable a space like that could be to you.

loves it when you get curious and eccentric. he’s very fond of quirky characters, and he finds your curiosity endearing; it means he’s going to chat your ear off about something fascinating. he also appreciates that you’re quite open-minded, and i really can’t envision him with a partner who didn’t have that trait.

also loves that your witty, and enjoys bantering with you. i think playfulness is something he’d value in a partner, and there’d be a lot of light-heartedness to your relationship

you two are a very sarcastic couple tho, my goodness. sometimes you just won’t let one another live

varric might not be the best when it comes to handling your more dour days, simply because he’s not the greatest at confronting emotions. but, he’s going to try his best

encourages you to “cathart” those emotions (maybe throw some shit at a wall or scream into the streets; the more creative, the better), and is at least pretty good at reading when you need time alone, or when you need company

you’re maybe the only person who gets to read his drafts; also, he loves it when you cook!! the idea that someone’d make a meal for him is strangely endearing; maybe it’s because he’s so used to paying for food at the hanged man

i think that, while there might be a few hiccups, and your relationship wouldn’t be quite as vulnerable as the others listed here, i think you two could work quite well together!

alternative matchups

anders: i was super conflicted on this one. i nearly put him as your number one, but i just think that he can be too... volatile, if that makes sense? he’s a very passionate person in all aspects of life, but especially when it comes to his relationships. i think he’d be excellent for you when things are going well, and he would treat you with the compassion and respect you deserve. when things weren’t so good, though, i think he might be very irresponsible with your feelings? he’s just got a lot of emotion and he doesn’t tend to hold back (at least in my gameplay experience alkfdjsfdlkj). but that being said, i think you two could be a very good match (in an au universe, maybe?)

sebastian: i’ll be quite honest and say that i don’t know sebastian very well yet (i’ve only just started to interact with him bc i just got the dlc), but i feel like if i knew him better, he might have won out here? he seems like a very kind, warm-hearted person, and he really does try to see the best in others. people are straight up mean to him, and he still responds kindly. that grounded kindness would be a very good thing for you, i think, and i think he would admire many parts of your personality. at the same time, he has the compassion to help you through your more melancholic days; he knows how hard that sort of pain can be to deal with, after all.

in echoes, i match you with...

lukas!!

this one also gave me some difficulty, but for the opposite reason than above; all three guys were just too good, and it was near impossible to pick one alkjdfldfksj

that being said, i think lukas would be a great balance for you!! he’s a very mild-mannered, measured person, and i think that could help ground you. meanwhile, you might be able to help him explore those more passionate emotions that he seems to hold back

he’s more of an ignatz than a varric, in the sense that i think you’d have a softer, more vulnerable relationship? he’s just more gentle, i suppose

he’s also charmed by your quirky, and bubbly personality; i feel like they’re traits that he’s not used to being around, so he’d really enjoy them

may take you guys ages to realise you have feelings for each other though; i think lukas has a harder time picking up on that sort of thing, and you’d probably have a long stretch of time where you sort of act like you’re together in some ways, but neither of you are actually calling it a relationship

lukas can be very witty and sarcastic himself, so i think that would be quite fun for you two. on some days, you’d have top-quality banter

lukas definitely strikes me as the guy who would encourage you to speak your mind; i say this thinking of how he stands up to fernand when alm first joins the deliverance. so, when he suspects you’re holding your opinions back, he’ll gently tell you to speak up

because he’s quite measured and thoughtful, i think lukas would be very careful with each step of your relationship, which will be a good or a bad thing depending on your perspective. even though he’s courted people before, i get the feeling that he’s never really been in love, so it’s all very much a new thing for him, too. because of that, expect there to be some awkwardness as you both try to navigate these feelings together

essentially, you’d have a very solid friends-to-lovers story; and it’d definitely be one that everyone else saw coming before you guys even suspected that was where your relationship was going

appreciates how loyal and caring you are; i think those would be traits that he’d value in a partner, and he’d appreciate being able to really relax and open up to you.

he’s very loyal and easy to trust; hopefully that would be able to quell some of your anxieties about opening up to someone and starting a relationship

honestly, i think lukas is arguably your best match of the three!! he’d be a very good person to balance you out, and you could both bring a lot to your relationship!!

alternate matchups

forsyth: he’s a bit of an opposite to lukas here, but i don’t think that’s a bad thing. i actually think the two of you are quite similar, in some ways! you’re both very loyal and passionate, and i think that’s something you’d both invest into your relationship. he’s a bit more extroverted, and i think he’s less prone to melancholy, but i think you share the same a similar spirit. i just think lukas would be better for you on the whole? i tend to like balance in my relationships, after all.

alm: alm is very kind, open-minded yet tenacious, passionate yet measured. i think in a lot of ways, he’d be similar to lukas in this relationship; the main difference is that he’s a bit more emotional? this is one of those situations where i don’t quite know why i picked one person over the other, but eh!! i think it’s mainly that you give me a bit of an ‘old soul’ vibe, while alm still comes off quite young? whereas lukas can match that maturity a bit better!!

#matchups #fire emblem matchups #ignatz matchup #varric matchup #lukas matchup

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andtheniwrotemarvel · 6 years

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Relationships Are Like Cars

Scott Lang x Reader

Assumed female reader

Word Count: 1892

Hey guys, sorry for my temporary disappearance. I just started college, and things have been kind of crazy! If anyone's at BYU-I, I'd love it if you said hi! Also look at the wonderful Scott my roommate drew!

Anon asked: Could you do and angsty Scott Lang x reader? And could it end happy!

After hours of worrying and expecting the worst, your phone finally buzzed. You picked it up quickly, answering, "Where were you?"

"(Y/N), I'm so sorry. Something came up and I couldn't call and tell you," Scott apologized.

"You told me you would be here in ten minutes, and then I didn't hear anything from you for ten hours? Do you have any idea what's been going through my head?"

"I know, I'm sorry. I wanted to call, I really did, but I couldn't."

"Why? Why couldn't you call? What came up that was so important that you couldn't call your girlfriend and make sure she didn't worry herself half to death?!"

Hearing his voice didn't make you feel better as you had thought it would. Instead, you felt as if all of the stress you had been feeling all day was suddenly compiling and hitting you in the stomach.

"I am so sorry," he apologized again. Sincerity was eminent in his voice, but you still felt hurt.

"You keep saying that, but it doesn't help, Scott. It doesn't change the fact that I've been suffering for hours," you emphasized.

"I know, and I wish I could help more."

"Then why don't you? I need to see your face, I need to know that you're really okay."

"I'm not hurt or anything, I promise, but I can't come over right now. I'm still in the middle of something, but I finally had a moment that I could call you."

"What have you been doing that was so important? Why are you avoiding that?"

"I...oh, gosh," he sighed, and you could picture him running a hand through his hair. "I wish I could tell you, I really do."

"What is that supposed to mean, Scott? You wish you could tell me? Well, I wish I could trust you!"

"Trust me?"

"Trust you!" you repeated. "Don't you get it, Scott? I can't do that right now! I have been trying to trust you for the past few months. You've bailed on me time after time, and then when we finally say 'Okay, today is the day that we have no distractions,' you tell me you'll be there in ten minutes, and you call me ten hours later to say 'Sorry, I couldn't make it.' Do you realize why it's hard for me to trust you? I can't! I just can't do that right now, do you understand?"

"Honey, you're repeating yourself," Scott said quietly.

"I know very well that I'm repeating myself! It's the only way I can get my point across to you. And do not call me honey! You don't have that privilege right now."

"Just please let me make this up to you somehow," he pleaded.

"How do you plan on doing that, huh?" you scoffed. "Making some elaborate, romantic plans, and then canceling them? Oh, yeah that sounds like a great time."

"Why won't you let me try to make this any better?" he exclaimed, suddenly letting his own frustration show through. "I'm trying to look for ways to make this better, but you're shooting everything down."

"Based on precedent," you spat.

"We can't fix this if we're letting it stay broken! That's what we've been doing for so long, and it's obviously not working. It's like knowing there's a problem with your car--"

"Scott, we're not making a car analogy out of this."

"It's like knowing there's a problem with your car," he repeated, "and not doing anything about it until you're broken down on the side of the road with no hope of ever fixing that car unless you want to pay a heck ton of money that you don't have."

"Why do you always try to appeal to the mechanic side of me when I'm mad? It never works."

"I'm trying to fix this car! I don't have your mechanical know-how, not to mention I let my first car die with a kid in the back--"

"Stop!" you shouted. "Just stop! Your stupid car analogy isn't working, so just shut up, okay?"

"I will not shut up until we agree to find a way to fix this!"

"I've tried, don't you get it? I have been doing all of the work to keep us functional, but you're only realizing that when I stop," you stated. "This hasn't been working for a long time, but you only noticed when I broke."

He had nothing to say, realizing that what you were saying was true. He sighed in defeat. "I--" he stopped himself again. "You're right."

"Don't call me again, Scott," you said, suddenly making up your mind. "We're done."

The next few months were awful. Everything that your relationship with Scott had built up in you--your confidence, your happiness, your bright outlook on the future--began to crumble from the moment that you hung up the phone. Having Scott in your life had helped you in too many ways to count, and now that you had shut him entirely out of your life, you realized just how much of an impact he had made. Even though he was a little unreliable at times, when he came through, he came through. If you had let him follow through on his offer to fix himself and your relationship, he really would have.

That thought ran through your head constantly. Everything you had said that night had been true but blown to immense proportions. In the moment, your emotions and feelings of anxiety were running high, and it had felt right to break things off with him, but you realized your mistake very quickly. All you wanted was to call him and tell him that you were at fault, too, but your pride kept you from making that move.

"(L/N)," your boss grabbed your attention. "We just got a call from a guy down on the highway. Can you take care of that?"

"Sure thing," you told her. "Where on the highway?"

"Right before the overpass. I'll finish up this oil change," she said.

"Not the worst place to break down," you shrugged. "I'll be back as soon as possible."

"It's so close to close, you might as well just take the rest of the day after you bring the truck back here," she offered. "I'll take care of things here, and you go."

"Oh, really? Thanks!"

"Sure thing, (Y/N). I've noticed you've been kind of down lately, and I figure that you just need a minute to breathe. Have a nice evening," she smiled.

"Hey, thanks, you too," you said, grabbing the keys, then heading out.

Once you sat down in the truck, you took a second before starting it up, sitting in silence. After a deep breath, you turned the radio to your favorite station and left to find the guy that had broken down on the highway.

You could spot the hazard lights flashing before anything else, but as you got closer to the car, you began to recognize it. That ugly old brown Ford van was exactly what you needed to see to cheer you up, given that the right person was driving it...

You pulled over behind the van, but before you climbed out, you knocked on the dashboard twice, the closest thing to wood that you had around you. The van door opened, the driver seeing you parked behind it, so you opened your door as well.

"Hey, Luis!" you greeted hopefully. "How--" your words caught in your throat. That was not Luis, that was who you had least wanted the driver of that van to be.

"Uh, hey, (Y/N)," Scott said, giving a sheepish wave.

"Scott," you answered tersely, a little bewildered.

"I don't want to make this awkward," he apologized immediately. "I just had to know that you were okay."

"Is the van even broken down?" you asked.

"Oh, yeah, it definitely is," he chuckled. "It's like I said, I knew there was a problem with the car, but I--"

"You kept driving it until it broke down," you finished for him. "You have a bit of a reputation for that, don't you?"

He bowed his head bashfully. "I guess I kind of do, yeah."

He kept his distance from you, his eyes on the ground, barely daring to meet your eyes, and you mirrored him. There were a lot of things you wanted to say, and it seemed like he had a lot of things, too, but neither of you was willing to make the first move.

"Let me take a look at the van," you finally said, choosing the quickest way out of the awkward situation.

"Right, yeah!" he responded. "You want me to pop the hood?"

"That'd be best, yeah."

You lifted the hood, and you spotted the problem immediately.

"My word, Scott, when was the last time you tried to get the corrosion off of this battery?"

"Personally? Never," he admitted. "This is Luis's van, so it's his responsibility, right?"

"You drive it just as much as he does. You even help pay insurance, don't you?"

"You remember that?"

You sighed. "Is that even a question?"

"One that I already know the answer to, yes."

"At least you're honest," you allowed. "You're going to need a new battery; this one's beyond repair. If you had done something to clean it off this morning, you would have been fine, but it's gone now."

"The car analogy does work, see?" he stated out of nowhere.

"I'm not doing this right now," you sighed.

"Then later?"

Your eyes met, and you held his gaze for a few seconds. He was earnest in his emotions, doing his best to be as open as possible. He was giving you the opportunity to do the same, and for once, you weren't going to let your pride get in the way.

"If you don't want to, you don't have to. I don't have any plans for the rest of today, so if you want to come by my house later, we can talk. If not, then I'll leave you alone," he promised. "I just had to know if you still think there's something left here like I do."

"No promises," you said. "Just let me change this battery first."

He nodded, backing away to let you work. You worked quickly, then said goodbye. As you drove the truck back to the shop, you contemplated his offer.

"How'd it go?" your boss asked you as you returned the keys to their spot.

"Well enough," you said. "Did you...did you know it was Scott?"

She took a breath. "Yes," she admitted. "I thought that you could use closure."

"Well, you were right," you told her, heading out the door. "And thanks again for the rest of the day."

Once again you sat in your car for a minute before starting it. Then, slowly, you picked up your phone and typed out a text.

See you in ten?

You stared at it for a second before pressing send. Scott's reply came almost instantaneously.

Of course! Cassie and I made cookies yesterday. I hope you like them!

Tag List: @shamvictoria11 @cookies186 @sweeneytoddler @shuriwithparker

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sweetlysilent · 7 years

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May The Legos Be With You

Requested By: @yoyococo18

A cute one where you’re helping out Peter and Ned with the lego Death Star.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: You were the new kid at school, you met Ned first, during your biology class where he invited you to help build his new Lego Death Star. Later that day you decided to join the academic decathlon team, where you met Peter. It was obvious something clicked between the two of you, which both of you soon found out later.

Warnings: None, it’s just super dorky and cute.

Word Count: 2,609

A/N: This was really fun to write, I think it's super dorky and cute and I just love it. Hopefully you will too! Enjoy. :)

It had been a long night for Peter, he had been waiting for months for someone to call him to give him another mission.

But everyday he was disappointed, never getting the call he wished would happen, he would text Happy everyday to let him know he was free, or when school ended so he would know he was available.

But like usual, there was no reply, making Peter sigh and slump his shoulders as he walked across the football field and into the school.

It's not that Peter didn't like school, he was extremely brilliant, he was on the academic decathlon team, but he just didn't fit in like most people normally do.

Peter merged between people, getting to his locker, putting his jacket away when he heard a voice speaking behind him, a little figure appearing on his shoulder.

"Join me and together, we'll build my new Lego Death Star." Peter's eyes glanced towards the little figure before turning around, his eyes full of excitement.

"No way, that's awesome!" He smiled, making Ned's face light up, before noticing some girls next to them giving them both strange looks.

Peter instantly went back to putting his belongings in his locker, before shutting it and walking with Ned to class.

"So what time should I come by later? So we can build it?" Ned looked at Peter, seeing that he was clearly not paying any attention, his gaze focused on something else, more like someone else.

You had walked into the building, gathering many stares, which you weren't going to lie, made you very uncomfortable, you hated the attention.

You saw the main office, rushing towards it so you could get your schedule and get the 'new student' situations over with.

You had just moved to New York, you were originally from Minnesota, so this was a pretty big change for you.

You had been going to a private school your entire life, so being in a public school was a tad overwhelming, but you needed a change.

"Alright Mrs. Y/L/N your first class is biology, which is on the first level, good luck today." The guidance counselor smiled, handing you your schedule as you gave a small smile before wandering off.

You read over your schedule, groaning at how hard you knew your classes were going to be.

"Okay so, biology first, then world literature, AP history, and AP chemistry." You muttered, there were times where you wished you weren't as smart as you were, maybe then your schedule would be easy for once.

"Alright well, here goes nothing." You sighed, pushing open the biology classroom door, already gathering stares once again.

The teacher stopped, giving you a look, making you hand her your crumbled piece of paper.

"Alright." She nodded, motioning a seat towards the back.

"Everyone this is Y/N, please make her feel welcome." The teacher introduced you, making you cringe, but the teacher wasted no time getting back to the lesson.

You started copying down notes, you were that person who wrote down basically everything the teacher said, just in case it was important.

"Damn, you take sick notes." The boy beside you spoke out of nowhere, making you jump slightly.

"Uh, thanks?" You raised an eyebrow, glancing at the boy beside you, seeing a smile on his face.

"I'm Ned." He grinned, making you smile slightly.

"Y/N." You gave a short smile, before continuing to take notes, you had a quiz next class and you weren't ready to fail your first grade in the class.

"If you don't mind, can I copy your notes at lunch?" Ned questioned, making you laugh to yourself.

"Yeah, sure, and thanks by the way." You added on, setting your pencil down.

"For what?" He laughed, closing up his notebook, the bell was about to ring.

"For giving me somewhere to sit, rather than being alone." You smiled shyly, gathering your belongings and leaving the room, the bell had rung and you were now off to your next class, world literature.

There you went through the same thing, the awkward introduction, the stares, and then it was like a normal class period.

You had made another new friend, her name was Michelle, she was quiet, but paid attention to everything around her, you found it incredible.

"So where did you move from?" Michelle had asked you as you both were walking to lunch.

"Minnesota." You shrugged, buying your lunch and going to sit down at the table where Ned was eagerly waving to you, making you laugh.

"Hey Y/N, Michelle." Ned greeted, making you smile and Michelle give a slight smile.

"Where's Peter?" Michelle questioned, making you look at Ned in curiosity.

"Who's Peter?" You asked, making Ned grin as he copied down your notes.

"My best friend, and for the record, I think he's getting extra credit, he's been slacking a bit." Ned shrugged, making you think to yourself.

"Hey, by the way, you should join the academic decathlon team, Michelle, Peter and I are all on it, and having you join would be amazing." Ned gushed, making you smile and shrug.

"Sounds fun, sure." You smiled, biting into your apple, maybe public school wasn't that bad after all.

Later that day, you continued on your newbie status, the same routine happening in your last two classes, and then before you knew it, you were on your way to your new club.

"Everyone, this is Y/N, our new member!" The teacher introduced you, making you cringe once again, you had thought the awkward introductions were over, you were wrong.

"Y/N! Hey!" Ned waved to you, making you smile and wave back, but your eyes trialed to who was next to him.

The boy was looking back at you, observing your features as you were observing his.

"Y/N, I'd like you to meet my best friend Peter." Ned smiled, making Peter's eyes widen.

"H-Hey." He stuttered, making you bit your lip slightly.

"Hey." You couldn't hold back the smile that was fighting it's way onto your face.

Peter was insanely cute, the way his hair was curly in some areas and fluffy in others, or the way his eyes lit up at certain moment.

"Y/N, you're up, lets see what you got." The teacher motioned you onto the stage, making you smirk slightly.

"Prepare to be surprised." You laughed, sitting down, and for the next few minutes, everyone was blown away at how smart you were.

"Damn, she's on fire." Flash shouted out, making Peter roll his eyes, as the kid next to you rang the bell, calling Flash and idiot.

Michelle chimed in after Flash's comment also, mentioning that you were crazy smart and took a ton of AP classes, making everyone look at her in confusion as to how she would know any of that.

You gave her a smile, which she returned, you were starting to feel at home, like you finally belonged somewhere.

The entire time you were answering questions, Peter could never take his eyes off you, just like he couldn't that morning.

"Dude, you're staring, it's going to get creepy." Ned nudged him, making him blink a few times before his face flushed with embarrassment.

"This is the girl from this morning isn't it." Ned looked at you, before looking back at Peter.

"Yeah." He grinned, running his fingers through his hair.

"You're whipped and you barely even know her." Ned teased, making Peter groan in annoyance.

"Am not." Peter defended, but deep down he knew his best friend was right.

"We'll see." Ned muttered, a grin on his face.

Time passed, you soon were heading home, but you were confused as to how you were to get home, you never took the subway before.

You stood there looking at all the maps, and then the address Ned had sent you.

"Hey, are you lost?" A voice spoke out from behind you, startling you slightly before you realized it was Peter.

"Actually, yes." You admitted, a shy smile on your face, making him smirk slightly.

"Where do you need to go?" Peter questioned, seeing your confused expression.

"Ned gave me this address, and I don't really know how to get there." You pulled out a slip of paper, handing it to Peter, who's eyes widened.

"Uhm, well, this is actually.. my address." Peter stammered, making your face flush.

"Uh, why would Ned give me your address?" You glanced over at Peter who's face was tinted red.

"I guess we're going to find out." He looked at you, making you shyly look away.

Peter then helped direct you to the correct subway, and next thing you knew, you two were bonding even more, laughing at stupid start wars jokes.

You soon arrived at his apartment, where Ned was already inside waiting for the both of you.

"Took you two long enough! Were you guys like making out or something?" He grinned, winking at the both of you.

Your face turned bright red, as Peter glared at Ned, his face also red.

Peter pulled Ned aside, whisper bickering, as you stood there awkwardly, taking in your surroundings.

His apartment was cute, it was cozy, something you weren't used to.

"Hey, uh, guys?" You interrupted their bickering, both there heads turning to look at you.

"What do you call two suns fighting each other." You raised an eyebrow, making them look at each other and think for a second.

They both shrugged, making you smirk slightly.

"Star wars." You winked, before leaving both of them dumbfounded, not used to your sudden confidence.

"Dude, you so need to ask her out." Ned whisper shouted, making sure you couldn't hear him from the kitchen.

"I know, I know, I just don't know how, I don't normally ask girls out." Peter flailed his arms everywhere.

"Do what she did, turn it into a star wars joke, she's pretty good at it." Ned smirked, making Peter bite his lip and laugh quietly.

He had to admit, your sudden confidence made his heart beat faster, and adding a star wars joke only made him more into you.

"Guys, are we gonna build this thing or not?" You called out from the kitchen, making Ned grab his box of pieces and to Peter's room.

They all sat there for hours, building it piece by piece, making star wars jokes the entire time, laughing and goofing around.

"Y/N... I'm reading a great book about Force levitation.. I can't put it down." Peter smirked, making you roll your eyes and laugh, Ned groaning at how insanely stupid Peter's joke was.

But Peter didn't care, he loved seeing your smile and hearing you laugh, especially when it was him who made you laugh.

"Alright Peter, this is the last piece." Ned handed him the little figure, then Peter placed it on top of the death star.

"It may have taken five hours, but it's really sweet to look at." You commented, observing the entire structure.

"That's not the only nice thing to look at." Peter muttered, making your head snap up.

"What?" You questioned, your eyes widened a bit, making Peter's face flush.

"Wow, look at the time, I really should get home, see you guys later!" Ned stood up quickly, smirking at Peter who gave him a death glare.

"Peter, what's going on?" You questioned, crossing your arms while looking at the nervous boy in front of you.

"N-Nothing." He stuttered, mentally hitting himself for giving away he was lying.

You raised an eyebrow, nodding at him.

"Are you sure?" You pressed on, looking him straight in his brown eyes.

He couldn't avoid your gaze, his eyes staying locked with yours.

"I uh.. I.." He stammered, making you smile slightly, you could tell he was nervous, but it only made him even more cute to you.

"If it helps, I like you too." You smiled, making his eyes widen slightly.

"Y-You do?" He grinned, making you nod your head shyly.

"Of course, anyone who doesn't is out of this world." You winked, making him laugh, which in return made you laugh.

"Well Y/N, there is something I have to tell you then." He stood up, before sitting down next to you, taking your hand in his.

You gave him a skeptical look, the mischievous look in his eyes.

"You're the Obi-Wan for me." He winked, making your cheeks turn red, as you let out a laugh.

Peter laughed along with you, and before you knew it, you both were once again telling each other star wars jokes, but were interrupted by knocking on his door.

A little darth vader figure popping around the door.

"May the legos be with you." The voice spoke from behind the door, making you both laugh.

"Ned!" You both shouted, only to hear in response was Ned laughing himself.

You sat there with Peter, and Ned who reappeared, just chatting, but you couldn't help but think, being the new kid wasn't so bad after all.

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lolbtsaus · 7 years

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Being Prince!Jin’s Guard

I can’t actually believe I’m about to type this out but thank you all so fucking much for 4,900 followers !!! How why what thank you I wanna give you all big hugs you’re all so sweet and wonderful to me and I appreciate it so so much and I can’t thank you enough so thank you thank you thank you !!! Okay so this was requested so long ago but I just I ne e d it in my life, I’ve been loving prince!BTS so much lately like I just keep wanting to write it and this sounded like a great way to do it, my first ever series was guard!BTS so this is like a lil nod to that, to start us off as he always does is the amazing, ever-so-loving first member of the hyung line who is looking sup e r c ute as always, Kim Seokjin aka Jin

For the reverse situation (Jin as the guard) click here, part two is here

In the first guard AU, I left it up to the reader to decide whether the love was strictly platonic, whether it was like a family type of thing or whether it was romantic (part two of the guard series was written in a romantic light so if you wanna see that, the link is up there as well) so I’ll be doing the same thing here

Okay so I just wanna do a visual aspect to this bc I don’t think I did a visual bit with prince!BTS and that’s really just a shame I lo v e visuals so much bc I feel like they help me picture the entire beyond the scene

Realistically speaking here, any version of Jin is automatically a prince bc have you seen that man he holds himself tall, he’s got charm, he’s got those pretty puppy dog brown eyes that I love so fucking much I’m getting !!! just thinking about how much I love this man

You could literally picture this whole AU with any hair color he’s had and it’d work

Blonde?? oh hell yeah

Shaggy War of Hormone hair??? F o r s u r e

The greenish brown from I need you??? Y U P

For the sake of choosing just one color, I’m gonna use the pink hair bc that was just a beautiful look that can make a comeback any fucking time he wants it to and in the Wings jacket photo shoot, he looked like a prince I will fight for this concept

Okay but this look i s prince!Jin entirely, the white shirt, the black pants, it all fits so well

Jin as a prince is overall very kind, very down to earth, he know that he’s the future king so he spends a lot of time with everyone in his city/village/town whatever you wanna call it and gets a really good grasp on what they actually want and need so that when it’s his turn to rule, he can help them

Like he has a lil journal that he keeps secret and every time he visits his people and gets a feel of what they want, he writes it down in his journal along with a couple of ideas on how to fix the problem

You catch him writing in it one day and if your heart wasn’t already his, it definitely is now bc he genuinely doesn’t have to do all of that, he could just stick to what he wants to city to look like, what he wants to do as a king but instead, he focuses on making sure his people are well taken care of and that they’re happy and content with life

Being his guard is actually really fun bc he doesn’t make it feel like a job at all

He’s one of those people that are s o welcoming like I feel like he could sit next to a stranger and just become best friends with them bc he’s so funny, he’s outgoing, he’s s w e e t as can be, he’s the whole package he’s such a good best friend

He makes it really easy to forget that you’re supposed to be guarding him bc you spend so much time just joking around and being friends

He’s so down to earth, even though he’s quite literally got a crown on his head and he’s so playful like he keeps you laughing a l l d a y l o n g

You’re still smiling when you walk back to your room bc he’s just such a ball of sunshine and jokes and you two have so many inside jokes with each other and his la uGH is so cute you gotta laugh along with him

You have to go through a shit ton of training just to become a guard and then even more training to become the prince’s (and in the future, king’s) guard so it takes a wh il e to get to the point where you can guard him alone without any of the other guards with you

So at first, you have to take the job really really seriously and you have to pay attention to everything his old guard tells you, you have to know Jin’s schedule at all times, you have to know where’s he at and who he’s with, you have to be ready to protect him if anything goes wrong

It’s a lot of stress at first bc it’s all so new but tbh, once you get to know Jin and see how amazing he is, you don’t mind it bc he deserves the protection, he’s worth being busy all day and night

It gets a l o t easier once you find your rhythm and figure out a schedule for yourself and get used to all of it

Like every night before bed, you double check his schedule for the next day and make sure everything is lining up okay, you check to see if he’s meeting up with anyone

Jin also makes it so much better, he’s really really good at distracting you from the stress

Like you thought, after all of the training from the royal guards, that the job was gonna be su p e r stressful and that you wouldn’t last long at all before you had to quit but here you are, a couple years later, still going strong

The thing that really brings you two closer is this one night where he comforts you and you open up to him and he opens up to you

There’s this one day where Jin gets really really close to getting possibly crushed by a statue after someone bumps into it and he moves them out of the way and tries to shield them but thankfully the statue misses the both of them by a couple of inches

You’re so ?? bc it all happens so quickly and you have zero time to actually protect him, which is your job and he could’ve been seriously injured

He sees you crying that night and of course, Jin just being Jin, he can’t walk away once he hears you sniffling so he sits down with you and you two start talking

He’s got his arm over your shoulders (which is technically a no no but he doesn’t really care) so he can keep you close and make you feel safe, even though you’re supposed to be the one making him feel safe

You two start talking about the stress of your jobs, his as a prince and yours as his guard of course, and you realize he’s under a lot of pressure too?? like he’s got an entire kingdom to run in just a couple months and he has to worry about laws, etiquette, marriage, making sure he can be both stern and giving

You promise each other to help each other through it all and that’s the day where you two form this really close bond and it kinda re-energizes you and makes you wanna work even harder to help him out as much as you can, not just as a guard but also as a friend

His hugs become something you look forward to bc you just feel so safe when you’re in his arms and you know he feels the same

It’s really hard not to love being around him bc he’s so amazing and so so sweet and thoughtful

He gives you a lot of days off even though technically guards don’t really have “days off” they have shifts where like one guard will watch over him during the day or for a couple of hours and then the next guard will come in but since you’re his personal guard, your shifts are a bit longer and you’re kinda the boss of the team of guards for him so you have to be on site at all times just in case of any emergencies

But he still bends all of those rules and sends you out to places on “official castle duty” even though the reality is he’s just telling you to go into town and enjoy your day, go to the park if you want to, get some ice cream, hang out with friends or family or go see some animals, anything you want to do

You two are just really really close and you’d do everything you possibly could to keep him safe

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thegnasticious · 5 years

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Going Postal

History is something I have always had trouble understanding. Not just connecting the events with the dates, people, and circumstances. What I can’t understand is how if history truly exists than how is the infallible nature of dysfunction and destruction a constant interjection?

When I was younger all I wanted to be was a demolisher. I imagined myself sitting at the cab of the wrecking ball, knocking down anything I could be paid for. The sound of the swing of the wrecking ball as it cascaded bricks down street side like rain.

Not too much longer in life, where those same bricks would have fallen, stands a much older version of me, still contemplating my function in life. In my hands I twirl the business card of my Uncle’s advertising agency, “WKRP”. At this point, i was heading down Wells st., contemplating an offer from them. They needed a part-time intern who if chosen for the job, could make it to a full-time status. The catch 22 was that I was not to tell anyone I had no experience whatsoever.

All of this seemed simple and after the first meeting with the Agency’s representatives, I felt the weight of responsibility beginning to lift. Sitting in the confine’s of a nice Greek restaurant nearby, I discussed my potential with them. It was 2 reps who met with me and also the finest looking women they had at the agency, I assume to coerce my opinion. The thing that was odd about the interview was that it was highly personal, they asked more questions about me and less questions about what I do professionally. I didn’t know to be surprised or dissuaded by this, but I answered the questions diligently.

At one point in the interview, I decided to ask, that for the position I was interning for, was I replacing someone? Despite it being a relatively simple question, their response was puzzling. The woman conducting the questions seemed to freeze on this, smiled and said “if there was, why would we need you?”, and that was the last of that. I brought up my discrepancy in experience and they seemed to ignore the inquiry altogether as if I said nothing at all. It was this point they started asking about my drug history. I responded by asking what relevance does it have and the older lady started explaining that she took these ‘special’ pills to control her ‘drug’ urges throughout the day at the agency. She also hinted that the best way in, was to take one of these. At the end of the interview she slipped me a bright Red pill in a napkin and said, “if you want to see us again, you know what to do”.

I went home that night to my little apartment. All I had was television and no roommates. It was all I needed really. As I sat on my couch, I twirled the pill around in my hand, wondering what kind of magic it might hold. I also couldn’t help thinking of it possibly being a backdoor into my mind, laced with Chinese brainwashing chemicals. For all I know, they never got rid of their last tech, and now they were wiring me to feed into his server database somewhere. Hell, I might be working more for that guy than the business then. The more I thought of the possibilities, I realized that even if the doubts were true, I had little choice but to take this pill. It was my test and I was going to pass it no matter what. I went to the sink and filled a glass of water, immediately taking the pill. It went down easy, I sank back into my couch moments later. Ten or so minutes in and nothing was happening. As I watched a newscast, I started noticing peculiar updates in the ticker headline below. The first read, “Man shoots police officer in old town, turns self in with gun”. The second read, “Monster in post office basement, trying to talk to people through fictional mail from nonexistent people”. I shook my head and the ticker returned to normal; War in Iraq, New videos from Al Qaeda. I started to doze off and as I did, I dropped the remote control, switching the channel. A loud noise came from the television, just as I felt that falling feeling into the chasm of sleep. I focused on the image being displayed, on the screen was a slow motion reverse of a horrible car accident. The focus was on a Woman’s face as it impacted the windshield. Little details refigured themselves as she drifted back from the glass, You could see she was quite beautiful before the start of the video. It was quite graphic for an advertisement and I found myself waiting for an Insurance company’s slogan or spokesperson. None was found, instead at the point she was safe back in her seat, it went to another person’s accident. This time a tire flew through the windshield and into the body of a 300 or so pound man, starting in a plume of a crimson gash from where it impacted. This video looked oddly real as well and extremely well shot.

After about 5 of these, I started feeling really nauseous. I went to the bathroom and puked up this odd neon yellow puke, it must of been the pill I thought. When I returned to my living room, A man sat in the chair across the sofa, wearing a rounded type top-hat and a thick mustache. As I sat down, he seemed to pay no attention to me, repeatedly checking an old watch fixed to his coat. There was a coldness all around him, and an odd familiarity. He pulled out a book and began to read aloud,

“I watched you, I followed you. In health and in death. You like me, have led multiple lives and have been accused of the devil. I like you, have been alone and in the corner of a beast. In cell, or self we can find the means of freedom or unless solitude”.

He then vanished in to thin air, and the book appeared in my hands before me as if I just read that passage. I immediately shut the book, turned off the TV,

and made the room blacker than night so I couldn’t even see my hand in front of me.

The next morning, that odd cold still lingered as the sun rose. Even though I rested most of the night, I felt as if I got no sleep. Something would tug the blanket off of me, or a random noise would alert me awake. I never saw the full body of the Tophat man again, but I felt him in the room and I could still hear his voice. It was odd because when he spoke, it sounded as if a bigger and meaner man was hiding behind his shoulder doubling his voice, but none was to be found. He also seemed out of place with time, not just by his watch piece, but his demeanor, something about him was lost, I could also tell he was a ghost and unfortunately not a hallucination.

The reason I knew this, was because I had seem him before under much different circumstances. Before I moved from my hometown, I used to work many jobs, making money anywhere I could find it. As I got on a roll and made nearly enough money to get out of town, I noticed this strange man following me to and from jobs. He wouldn’t wear the Tophat as I had seen that night, or the old suit. He would have standard people’s clothes, but that same face and mustache. He never addressed me, but I got a vibe that he was watching me and as he got better and better at somehow finding me, I would find myself quitting the jobs to avoid his glare. I somehow knew his intent, even then was not in my favor.

Now that I recognized the man as he was, a relic seemingly, I began to wonder if he might of had something to do with my connection in the agency. I had been documenting this particular visage for years before and that it was coincidence that he was here now, did not seem likely.

That was when the phone rang, on the other side of the line was my Uncle’s voice,

“We need to meet immediately. There is something I would like to talk to you about”, he said.

It was a short L ride to the office. The entrance had a short security checkpoint, and I was able to get in. A lady at a check-in desk asked me who I was. Upon telling her, she instructed me with a maze-like list of turns and stairs that concluded in, “then you will be at the head executive office of your Uncle”.

The building was very fancy looking, metal everything, with thick stone and crystal countertops about. There was a plastic smell to the place. People rushed to an there, with files and ideas. You could feel the synergy happening within. I navigated through the chaos and up 3-4 sets of stairs, where I finally found a calmer hallway, with only the names on the outside of doors. At the head of this hallway was my Uncle’s office.

I knocked on his door.

A voice sounded from inside,

“Come in”, it said.

I entered through the big wooden door, to a very ornate and well set office. In one corner was a sand trap with a comb, it was perfectly groomed. The main light was a looming orb on the ceiling, looking more like something from a space craft than an office. Underneath it sat my Uncle in a Black suit, as I entered he tightened his collar and readjusted his files on his desk, paying particular attention to my shoes, which that day were nothing remarkable.

“Sit down, stay a while”, he said pointing at the chair across.

I took a seat and waited for instructions.

“You might be wondering why we, I called you here today. I’ve been watching you for a while, and I know you have a particular set of talents most people would kill for. ‘We’ being an agency, wants to make it easier for ‘you’ to find the eye for your talents. This doesn’t happen overnight though and we need you to do the things we don’t want to, getting coffee, cleaning up for clientele, etcetera, etcetera. If you earn our respect, me might get a full time position for you, how does that sound?”, he said.

“That sounds great, sir.”, I said.

That night I could hardly sleep in anticipation of my job the next day. It was the first job I was excited for, not just for the payoff either. I found myself sleepless and anytime I dozed off some strange interruptions awoke me. I maybe slept for an hour and found myself half dozed off on the L to the office. It was odd, as soon as I left the apartment, the tiredness hit me like a ton of bricks. I almost slept through my stop, but something shook me awake on the train right as we neared the station.

My first day was simple, they understood because of my history of insomnia, that it was an early start and they weren’t going to make that anymore complicated than it already was. I ran coffees, messages between leads of the company, and even helping with minor creative ideas here and there. Most of the people adored me, I couldn’t tell if it was legitimate or because they just wanted to appease my Uncle, who seemed to be both the leader and the shadow of the company, leading and looming over it’s every operation like a dark cloud.

The second and third days were still followed by sleepless nights. I began to wonder if I should try to contact the spirit that woke me up that night, if it was awakening me to try to talk again. Something about the haze of that pill seemed to break the barrier now impeding on the supposed visage. I didn’t understand how a pill could be producing hallucinations rather than inventing them so to speak.

No full bodied apparition appeared again and I kept an eye out at the office for strange visitors in case he followed me around the job again. Many just took my odd behaviors because of it as paranoia of agency work; looking for spies from other companies and what not. The explanations to the various investigations seemed to still be fleeting.

I continued doing my tasks around the office, attempting to keep my mind off the Tophat man as much as possible in hopes that his presence might reduce. As I worked on broken printers, defunct computers and saw them work with the touch of my hand, I also started to wonder just how do things naturally break without direct negligence of function? Then my mind started to wander back to the Topcoat’s man old watch. It worked well, not because it was made that entirely, but because he made it work well I imagined. The more I thought about it, the more I thought what was he truly making sure of? A visage caught out of place with his time is only as much as that, whatever he was now, he was surely a ghost. What would a clock matter?

With these thoughts, usually more problems presented themselves. Coincidental technical malfunctions that when sourced were problems no more than where things were placed, like the building had numerous dead zones. The more I tried to come up with theoretical explanations, the more I found myself going further down the rabbit hole; looking further at a consistent malfunction. It felt paradoxical some days; the solutions were bluntly simple. To me I could see the unpent energy leaking into their technology; their denial. Even my Uncle adorned a cross on his neck, under his tie, but it didn’t explain one thing we both saw. Kept hidden from me was a set of files on a server he had set up from the get-go, only accessible by him. In these files was numerous security reports of a Mustached maintenance man coming in and making inquiries on the buildings layout and businesses, but never doing subsequent work. He never let me know about this, in fact, he kept me completely unaware.

One of the things that bothered me the most was that strange Car accident commercial thing I kept seeing that night. I had this fear when I was younger of this thing called ‘Crash Test Dummies’. It was a cartoon that was literally about talking crash test dummies. There was short runs of action figures and promotions for it but most of it mysteriously dissolved with the company’s departure over lawsuits. It was peculiar though because the appeal wasn't particularly safety, in a way it was trying to make being a crash test dummy look cool, which in reality, dying in a car accident for scientific experiment is really not cool and painful for a mortal. Maybe I take things too literally, but that imagery reminded me of the underlying images that fueled my child-like fear of ‘Crash Test Dummies’.

Most of my nights were still sleepless, I couldn’t stop the numerous happenings. Lights would turn themselves on and of, I would find myself waking in up in strange places with no recollection of how or when I got there about the apartment. The wake up time for work was always early and I was always sleepless; I was burning the candle at both ends. Co-workers and even my Uncle started to notice so he cut back on my tasks, letting me leave early to get rest. I began to worry that my interest in the company was diminishing, and worse yet, when I was organizing a server structure the other day, based off an old folder set, I found evidence of an intern there before and possibly still doing work. Were they planning on replacing me? Why would they ever of hired me at all if he was still an active employee?

To make matters worse, winter was coming. In the city this meant soggy socks, shit seats, standing all the time and financial crunches like one could never imagine. My Uncle never was one for the winter and in the midst of this one he planned a trip to the beaches Florida. This left me in a higher position as most would be coming to me with their inquiries and many of the solutions I would have to formulate myself or at least I thought. When I arrived for the first day without him at the office, I was greeted by the Older woman whom I met in the interview. She was cleaning and organizing the main lobby and proceeded to tell me that she would be organizing my activities that day. With the days tasks, she left and other pill and a cryptic note, reading “take it or leave it”.

Amongst these tasks and the arguably most important one was delivering the companies checks to be mailed out. Under special instructions from Etta, as she called herself outside of work, I was to mail these checks at a particular post office in the southernmost section of town. Doing most of my work on bike those days, I found this particular ride to be dangerous. The route was fraught with hot corners and red light districts, it wasn’t atypical to find gangsters patrolling those blocks as well. My bike was a fairly nice one and as I veered past groups of passerby’s I could see people eyeing it’s value and my awareness. The checks were rolled up in a sealed cardboard tube I had bundled in my messenger bag. I couldn’t help but think that myself, bike and checks was possibly totaling to a value over the apartment I returned to later. I disregarded my fears and focused on the path ahead. Potholes and open doors were my main obstacles those days, not to mention unaware city drivers. I would listen to the local radio to tune out the chaos around, sometimes it worked, sometimes it made it worse, depended on the broadcaster that day. I recall that day that “Signed, sealed, delivered”, was playing as I neared that old post office. Something about the post office made me worried upon approach. It wasn’t the building itself, but a feeling I got from the area. I couldn't quite describe it but it felt a bit like reality went sideways there. Before this, things had been going quite well besides the visits from the Tophat man. I kept my supernatural concerns far from professional, besides the occasional personal suspicion of some strange coincidences. In the back of my mind, it was driving me quite nuts though, the possibility that this man was following me around, worried me. What was he looking for? Was he looking to expose faults in my pursuits? As I entered the Post office lobby, I overheard a distraught customer,

“Why won’t you let me in the basement?”, he said

“Sir, that’s for employees only, we keep extra mail in the main corridor”, the attendant responded.

The man balled his fist and slammed it on the post office table.

“I just want to get down there”, he yelled.

“Not without this”, the attendant said and flashed a key.

The man grimaced and turned around muttering something to himself.

I tried not to make eye contact.

As I approached the attendant she said,

“7th time today with that man and he’s not the only one. Crazies thinking they are talking to some sort of monster that lives downstairs”.

She proceeded to shake her head and continued,

“People these days, lord have mercy”.

“Just what exactly do they think is down there?”, I inquired.

“Some kind of beast, something to do with the Devil I hear. I don’t know if I believe much in it. I’ll tell you what though, some days when it’s awfully dark in here, you start to see the shadows dance on the walls, like there is some sort of gathering and the reason I take everyone’s shifts is because I’m getting Cataracts so I couldn’t know if it was shadows or my old eyes playing tricks on me. The others can’t stand it though, the one thing that gets to me. Is sometimes when I’m all alone, this old type of music starts echoing from the basement vents, as it’s all one system. Just this old melody I’ve never heard before, but for some reason I have, and it haunts me. If you don’t mind, I’d like to stop talking about this”, she answered.

I handed her the tube and explained it was extremely important and had to be shipped as soon as possible. She proceeded to take the key she had pointed out earlier and brought the mail down to the basement, though there was a stack of to-be sent letters right next to her desk.

She seemed to be gone for an abnormally long amount of time. I turned around to see a Tophat and overcoat, hung up on a rack at the southern end of the room. I could swear it wasn’t there when I entered. I turned back to her desk, and tried to shake it off. She still hadn’t returned and I couldn't even hear steps from the basement. I turned around and briefly the overcoat hung as if a man running toward the exit filled it’s inside, then it dropped as if it was stagnant again. I left out the doors as fast as I could, not asking for a receipt.

This in many ways was the coup that killed my internship. Those checks were the company’s Christmas checks and basically everyone was gossiping that I possibly stole there Christmas income when a ripped up cardboard tube was sent back to the office. Something or someone had taken and routed the money out of country and due to the culprit being what was a monster in the post office basement, nobody believed I didn’t have a part in taking both their hard earned money and bonus for the holidays. Without the CEO in office, much of the issue was compounding and caused a brief shutdown. In this time my Uncle was said to have started talks about taking me out of office for good, based on my current mental state. I began to wonder if the pills were helping me see this apparent evil, or had he deceived me into believing lies.

Upon return I was fit to train a group of interns and for some reason, when we had drinks afterwards, I let them know I was a fraud with basically no experience besides family relation. They could hardly believe me, that I would be trusted with such responsibility. It just slipped, after a man I saw with a rounded Tophat snuck in and out of the same bar, near undetected amongst the crowd. I could of been working on whim, but I felt this man was not a coincidence anymore.

It wasn’t long before I was called into a sit down lunch with my Uncle where he explained my work with them would be coming to an abrupt close. He likened me to a criminal on a spree, explaining that he felt most of my talent and creativity was stolen from better represented sources. It was a blow to my personal ethics I still have yet to recover from today, coming from a man I respected enough to assist. I also had to wonder knowing what he knew about the man following me, did he know this Tophat man as well? Something about their behaviors mirrored each other but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Maybe it was the executive responsibilities of a major company mirrored aspects of the Devil, the greed, the amount of money being deposited on ideas whilst people died for far less outside the walls surrounding.

I was let off with a slim amount of money to continue on and I wasn’t surprised to find in the next month, right as I spent my last dollar from the company, to find some grim news about my Uncle.

The news reached me as I was purchasing a newspaper, it was right on the headlines. “Local CEO dead in head on collision”, and underneath it read an article all about a man they called the Devil of the city. Supposedly the first Serial Killer to be recorded, he confessed to much of his misdoing before his execution on an Edison cylinder. He was also dubbed the Christmas Killer, and the Tophat man, he had a very widely remarked Mustache as well. The resemblance between him and the man who had been following me was uncanny, stories of how he threw away letters trying to be sent from children he murdered. The coldness of the man was signature as well, he was a perfect representation of what came to pass at the turn of the century and maybe why progression was such threat to him, was because he knew deep down he was a threat to progression.

To this day I can’t look at a malfunctioning clock, or a misinterpreting computer and not think,

is that you Holmes?

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