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the-empress-7 · 2 years

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Rumor-tracking anon here. I feel like I should make a side-tumblr with the name.

So many many apologies in advance for another long one. This one is incredibly nuanced because there are a lot of moving pieces and it does sound tinhatty but I PROMISE there's a point.

TL;DR - I need People Anon's help in trying to figure out the timing of the interview and the photoshoot if Kashner was filing his story around 8/2/17. I'm totally okay with extrapolating if she can only answer/give context using People's weekly format. My questions:

1) How long before a monthly magazine is published does the book close? 2) How long before the book closes are the articles and photographs due to be filed? 3) How far in advance of a publication's release are the advance copies/previews done?

The two three rumors I am working on are:

Harry proposed a very long time before they announced the engagement.

They kept the engagement a secret for a long time for a specific reason.

Something happened that caused the palace and Harry to "let" Meghan stay after the VF interview when in the past, Harry notoriously cut friends and girls out if they talked to the press.

And the Big Question is: when exactly did Harry propose?

So now the verrrrrrry long version. (feel free to put a cut here!)

Bower's VF excerpt says:

After Harry proposed, they discussed announcing the engagement when The Queen returned from her summer in Balmoral.

They were engaged when Meghan did the VF interview.

VF sent a preview copy when Meghan and Harry were in Botswana for her birthday, which Meghan saw after returning home.

The pictures accompanying the VF article were taken in London.

Meghan, Harry, and the Palace were angry that the VF story was about Harry. (Meghan b/c she wanted the focus to be her philanthropy, Harry b/c he didn't want to be in the article, and the Palace because she existed.)

From internet sleuthing -- all dates 2017 unless noted otherwise and I'm using American date convention (mm/dd).

Meghan shut her social media down in April 2017. We know she thrived on social media so she wouldn't have shut it down without something definite and concrete being given to her in return.

Meghan was papped with Harry in May 2017 - early May at polo and mid-May around Pippa's wedding.

Meghan did not attend Wimbledon 2017. (Serena wasn't playing so of course Meghan wasn't going to waste her time.) So she was not papped in London in late June/early July.

Per the Court Circular, Harry's summer holiday started 7/29. We know he was back in London by 8/29 as he attended the Diana Sunken Garden thing on 8/30.

Per the Court Circular, The Queen was in Balmoral from 8/7 to 10/10 so Harry and Meghan weren't planning to tell anyone they were engaged until at least 10/11.

Meghan's birthday is August 4. Meghan and Harry were papped at the airport in Botswana on 8/4 and her PR said there was a birthday party for her that night. We can assume Meghan flew into London around 7/28, when Harry took off for the summer.

Suits Season 7 announced filming dates of 4/4 - 11/15. Production actually wrapped on 11/23. The last pictures of Meghan on the Suits set were from 11/11. Meghan's stand-in tweeted on 11/17 and it seems to be a goodbye/thank you tweet, suggesting that 11/17 was her last day, meaning no more scenes involving Rachel Zane.

Suits Season 7 was split into half-seasons, with the first half airing in summer 2017 (7/12 - 9/13) and the second half airing in spring 2018 (3/28/18 - 4/25/18). This suggests that the production took a break in the summer for the cast to do PR for the premiere.

Members of Suits started doing PR for the new season in June 2017 with the ATX Festival. Meghan is seen in set photos taken 7/12 to celebrate filming Suits' 100th episode that Sarah Rafferty posted on IG.

On 11/20, Meghan moved to London after being spotted in the London airport and after movers were seen at her Toronto house.

The engagement was announced on 11/27.

So all of this to say I think the VF photoshoot was at the end of July, probably no later than 7/28 since Harry usually didn't work when she's visiting. Since Kashner (the VF writer) ended his story by saying Meghan texted him right before he was filing that she would be unreachable and a couple days later were the Botswana airport pics, that suggests he was probably filing the story around 8/4.

If Kashner filed on 8/4, then it was probably after a few weeks for VF to fact-check her, a week or two to write the story and turn in a draft for fact-checking, and a day or so for the interview. That puts the interview happening in early July, or at least sometime before July 12 when we know definitively she was still in Toronto on the Suits set. Which means that the photoshoot was either at the end of July when she was flying in ahead of the Botswana trip or in early/mid-May when she was papped at polo or Pippa's wedding. The latter sounds like it might be too early in the process since if the interview was early July, then they were probably negotiating the article in June with the offer being made late May/early June. (People Anon, help! Does this timeline sound reasonable? Is this the process?)

And if Bower's tea that they were engaged before she did the VF interview is true, then the evidence is indicating they actually got engaged in April or May. (Of course, it's also entirely possible there were other secret trips to London in the intervening time but when you look at Meghan's PR cycle, which always had a pap walk or a story about her being in London with Harry every 3-4 weeks like clockwork and there are no new stories between Pippa's wedding and August, it does seem unlikely.)

We know from their engagement interview that the proposal was very spur-of-the-moment, unexpected, and Harry had been unprepared. To me this sounds like Harry didn't have a ring for her. He just got caught up in the emotions of seeing her again and proposed, sans ring. Was that May? Maybe. Was that July? Maybe. Definitely wasn't November when she moved to London like their PR's been claiming since 2017. Definitely wasn't September or October like maybe they told friends, if they told people they were waiting till The Queen came back from Balmoral. Maybe Harry presented her with the ring around that time to make it official and that's their story, they're sticking to it, but it doesn't jibe with Bower's findings nor basic internet sleuthing.

(In other words, shenanigans afoot since the very beginning as everyone rightly suspected.)

So if they were secretly engaged when she did the VF interview, that means the proposal or the discussion to marry was in the late spring. And if Harry did propose in the late spring/mid-summer like the evidence shows (rather than the autumn like they claim), then why did they wait 4 to 7 months till November to announce? Why didn't they announce it around August 31st, the 20th anniversary of Diana's death, in a tribute to his mother's legacy? (It was guaranteed wall-to-wall press coverage and Meghan probably would've sold out the VF issue if they did, possibly cementing her as a "serious" cover girl at Kate's level.) Why didn't they announce it in September ahead of the Toronto Invictus Games and after the VF article? (Arguably they did with Meghan's strategic product placement of the Husband shirt.) Why didn't they announce it the second The Queen was back from Balmoral?

My theory: Harry knew they effed up with the VF article and delayed it to let the palace's anger blow over, and luckily Big Bro William to the rescue announcing Kate's third pregnancy right before Meghan's VF issue dropped so the firm could ignore the Meghan story in favor of pushing the new Cambridge baby.

And if Harry proposed before Meghan did the interview and if they were engaged before the issue dropped/the advance copy went out, then that explains why Meghan got to stick around after talking to the press about their relationship and why Meghan got the official royal treatment at Toronto IG despite being "just" a girlfriend; Harry was already committed and engaged to Meghan.

So finally FINALLY all this to say that People Anon might help me confirm this long-held Tumblr rumor: Meghan had something over Harry that caused him to keep her after she talked to VF about the relationship, and that was their engagement.

Whew.

If you want to respond with that Charlie Day gif from It's Always Sunny, the one where he's crazy on coffee explaining conspiracy theories in front of the wall of paper, I totally understand.

Although at this point I've been researching and writing this up for so long that now I'm doubting Bower's excerpt says they were engaged when she did the VF interview and I made that part up by overthinking it too much. I'm just going to click submit and you can tell me if I imagined that part.

I'll crawl back into my research hole now.

Phew. I hope you are saving all these somewhere.

Paging People Anon for Rumor Tracking Anon.

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performativezippers · 2 years

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I really hope you did not bail on continuing the dandelion Inn. That would break my heart a little. As long as I know you will continue/finish it eventually I can wait (very impatiently but still..).

Okay so typically I don't respond to things like this, but ignoring the last few I've gotten here and on twitter obviously hasn't worked, so here we go.

Yeah, don't do this.

You're trying to be funny, but this is a not-at-all-veiled "NEXT CHAPTER WHEN, WRITE MORE." And just...no.

You—and by "you" I mean the group of y'all that send comments like this to me and others, not this anon specifically because I don't know you—obviously mean for this to inspire me to write faster, but what this actually does is piss me off and make me work on something else. Why? Because it's not kind, it treats me like a production machine instead of a person, and it, frankly, makes you seem like an ungrateful asshole. Sorry! But true.

I find that people who write these comments typically—and I literally don't know who you are so idk in this situation—aren't the ones leaving long, detailed, enthusiastic comments on every chapter on every reread. Not the ones earnestly and consistently reblogging and retweeting and writing thoughtful commentary or even excited tags. You come off as an unengaged and ungrateful reader who will leave kudos but nothing else, and two days after I post will be saying "when is the next oneeeee" which is so frustrating.

I spend hours on these chapters. Literal hours of my life. If you want the next one so badly (and to be clear, I'm glad that you do), write me a long ass comment or ask about what you loved in the last chapter and what you're excited to see in the next. That motivates the shit out of me. That makes me happy and excited to write what's next.

This morning I woke up early with the intention of going into the office and working on Dandelion until my first meeting. But instead, I'm writing this. We all lose, basically. I am way less interested in writing it this morning than I was 30 minutes ago. And that sucks! I love writing, I love writing this fic, and I love being engaged with y'all. You just need to treat me like a person and understand that this "write faster, gimme" bs does not work. I don't know anyone this works for, so honestly, just stop it.

Next time you're desperate for another chapter of one of your favorite fics, try this: "Hey, I just reread [x fic] for the [6th] time because I'm obsessed!! My favorite part of this chapter is when [character] said [quote from fic]. I couldn't stop [laughing and my grandma thought I was dying]. Last night I couldn't sleep thinking about what will happen when [character] finds out [secret]. I'm not sure if she's going to [reaction A] or [reaction B] but mostly I just want them to KISS [IN THE RAIN]!!! I love you forever and ever, byeeeee"

And just in case this hasn't landed, here's another way to put it. If you are not in the following situation, I literally do not want to hear your thoughts on how quickly I write. If you're doing all of this, I welcome your feedback on my pace of fic output:

Drafting an original novel

Revising an original novel that is honestly your very best hope of being published and that is about to be sent to publishers

Watching as your second novel, Firefly, one of your loves, slowly dies in the hands of publishers, meaning that your agent, who you have worked with for over 2 years now, has still not made a single fucking penny off of you, and might drop you as a client

Celebrating your wife's birthday and generally spending time with her because you love her and value your relationship with her

Working on a long fic with a partner that you really care about and have a deadline for

Working a day job that is so intense and stressful you literally spent 5 hours the other weekend (on your writing day) ensuring that a student didn't do something to themself. Sorry I couldn't work on Dandelion that day, I need to make sure this person did not die.

Having a chronic, persistent, and ultimately probably terminal disease that makes you so exhausted sometimes you can't lift your head up after a work day

*insert gif I can't find of Lucy saying thanks for playing!*

Like I said, I hate doing this, I hate writing this, I hate responding to this, but ignoring hasn't worked, so here we are. Please don't make me say it again.

#ettiquette #fic comments #don't be a jerk #i am a person #let's never have to have this conversation again please

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type1cyclingdan · 9 months

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Sleep is overrated!!!

Sleep is overrated! well people that cant sleep will tell you that, I would love to be able to sleep well but currently my diabetes is making that impossible. For the last week my sleep has been pretty rubbish with only 1 good day, the last couple of days have been particularly worse with Saturday into Sunday my alarm for low glucose starting at 3am and me giving up and getting up at 5am. Then Sunday into Monday well as I type I have pretty much been awake since before 12am, I got up smashed 10 jelly babies in the hope that that would keep my levels high enough to sleep and in theory that should have shot my levels up but nope nope nope it was not to be and the alarm was back sounding at 02:30 with me giving in and just getting up at 03:30. With out even thinking the words I said to myself as I got up was "Fuck My Life" which is how I was feeling, feeling sorry for myself, but even though sleep is a massive part of recovery from training it is what it is and letting it get to me is not going to change anything is it.

After eating the jelly babies my levels only went up to around 5.8 and then started dropping again, there are 20 grams of carbs in 4 jelly babies so with me eating 10 thats 50 grams of carbs with no insulin which should see me spike considerably. The only thing to do is reduce the amount of long lasting insulin (Levemer) which seems to change every week, I have been having to take 5 units in the morning and 5 at night to keep my levels consistant a little while but that will be more like 3 units at the moment.

On the plus side I have had a really good week on the bike with the training rides in Exeter and Newport and then a rest day Friday and then into a tough race specific training session that on paper was hard but I smashed it with way harder number hit that what was prescribed. Sundays ride was a 3 and a half hour ride with some endurance efforts, I started to struggle towards the end but managed to get through with only one of the intervals that I could not hit as my legs would not let me.

There is a cycling magazine called Cycling Weekly which comes out every Thursday and it Publishes the results of some of the races around the country, I normally have a look to see how people that I know or know of have got on. This week I was looking and realised that the race that I was in was in there and that there I was in the CAT 4 race in 3rd position, only the second time I have been in there. The first time was years ago, again a 3rd place, but in a time trial race Back when I was a lot stronger and faster. Hopefully, plenty more additions will have my name in them, and with some first place results, actually, not hopefully there will be many first place results to come. A phrase that I say to the kids alot is "If you think you can't then you are right you can't but if you think you can you are also right you can" so I have to live by my own example hey.

I have a few recovery days ahead of me with some easy zone 2 rides and then a hard sesion on Wenesday, I am then away for work Thurday and Friday in Avonmouth and then back to racing on Saturday with a race down in Kent. It is a circuit that I really like and is a good one to get away in in a break so I will be looking to improve on my 3rd place in the last race and with my current form there is absolutely no reason why not.

Dream big, work hard, keep trying, and never give up, and always believe that you can achieve.

#Typeonewarrior #T1D #Keeptryingnevergiveup #Wegoagain #giant #GiantPropel #Giantpropeladvanced #Giantbikes #BelieveAndAchieve

#keeptryingnevergiveup #keep going #believeandachieve #wegoagain #typeonewarrior #type one diabetic #T1D #InFliteTypeOne #giant #giantbikes #giantpropeladvancedpro1

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year

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meowmeow, lovie!! good morning/day/evening! im sorry i suppose ill be late today too bc its already 4:30 and i still have an essay to write *clown emoji aka me* nvm i deicided to write it during the lessons. 'i was kinda sad yesterday so when you didnt message me' im sososO sorry love TT i hope you read it during the day at least and im making you a company. 'i refuse to watch doctor who' well we'll see... or you in particular... AAAH im waiting for the song sm!! you always look pretty! tbh im waiting for any content you publish!! im so honored you ask me for a song to sing TT omg im crying im soso touched TT im not so cruel to ask you to learn a russian song nono. what kind of song do you want? idk about professional traits but if you tell me, next time ill give you some variants. since you mentioned russian songs, i recalled a song named 'russian princess' (it has english subs if you want to listen!) actually i feel so cool listening to it hghls. especially since i got into hotd. i feel not exactly like a royalty but you know this feeling of being special and just in tune with yourself? tbh i found this song a year or 2 ago and i associate it with the other events. also it has some witchy vibes as for me. andand!! was this # about my witch au? if you got it, you got it. no pressure, just curious. 'i would say i have no chill and am quite radical' nah i wasnt saying you ARE chill and hippie. but that you have such an image in the internet. tbh i want to go to protests but... im not afraid of getting hurt but ruining my whole life *star eyes* there was a guy who was walking NEAR the place where a demonstration was happening and.. hes been imprisoned <з lovely isnt it? universities were expelling their students for taking part in the protests. sorry i got carried away. good to know you have such a rebellious posture. i love you saint hannah TT youre so sweet <з 'i try not to think about that too much cos ill cry' ive been crying by the middle of the sentence. 'when we say we’re going to eat rice that means were eating a meal' oooh i got you. we have a tradition of eating bread with every meal but 1) its not the same thing 2) its not really strong among young people. its fine, you explained it pretty understandable. papak sounds cute. ig we have an equivalent. 'I HAVE SO MUCH MORE I WANT TO SHARE' YEEEY im always hear to listen to it! WOW its so really very very interesting to learn about this saying twice thing!! we also say things twice sometimes for the same reason or to just create a new meaning. i crave learning more about filipino! yeah i didnt know what is flan. 1) but tbh some people dont even see russia as europe.. even geographically... 2) its not a common dish in slavik countries (eastern at least). like we have a quite similar thing but it has a completely different name. 'i think it derived from spanish??' yeah its probably just my association. we dont have such constructions to unit words so it always sounds foreign. esp words like this. a silly stereotype but it gives me some old movie about mafia vibes. its also said in a deep af brutal voice in the beginning of a movie. 'I HAVE TO EXPLAIN THIS PERFECTLY BECAUSE' omg its cute. thanks <з love your big brain ooh kare-kare looks good. a hottie fdklfjd. please let me answer it in the second part bc 1)im running out of symbols 2) i wanna sleep 3) ill answer you during the day i swear TT ive got so many things to do it scares me.. just remember that im here! have a good day!! good luck with the classes and all! take care<з

HELOO LOVE

im ready T_T i might just type everything i lost last night

im sorry i suppose ill be late today too bc its already 4:30 and i still have an essay to write *clown emoji aka me* nvm i deicided to write it during the lessons. 'i was kinda sad yesterday so when you didnt message me' im sososO sorry love TT i hope you read it during the day at least and im making you a company.

T_T it's ok i told you not to apologize ur not the reason i was sad but i was hoping to talk to you. T_T its ok as long as you reply im good u have a life beyond tumblr girl its fine. here are your clown emojis 🤡🤡🤡 please take care of yourself

'i refuse to watch doctor who' well we'll see... or you in particular... AAAH im waiting for the song sm!!

ive been meaning to watch the episode with the 10th and 11th doctor with my mummy but T_T there's no subtitles T_T and matt like mumbling in the beginning and we dont have a speaker and T_T sad RIP maybe i'll at least watch that episode

you always look pretty! tbh im waiting for any content you publish!!

T_T Спасибо, любимый

im so honored you ask me for a song to sing TT omg im crying im soso touched TT im not so cruel to ask you to learn a russian song nono. what kind of song do you want? idk about professional traits but if you tell me, next time ill give you some variants. since you mentioned russian songs, i recalled a song named 'russian princess' (it has english subs if you want to listen!)

geez i listened to this song before fully reading your reply and T_T i thought it was the song you wanted me to sing so i was like DAMN ITS GOOD but then i realized i slowly regretted saying id sing anything for you even if its in russian T_T ALSO I CANT MAKE THE BACKING TRACK/MUSIC ITS EDM AINT NO ONE GOT TIME FOR THAT but now that ive read this in its entirety im glad your not making me sing it but HAHAH YOU KNOW I ALREADY LOOKED UP THE LYRICS AND GOT THE ROMANIZED RUSSIAN AHAHHAHAHAHAHHHAHAH i'll try to learn it it has an interesting melody but lol we'll see HAAHAHH

the genre im mostly drawn to has rock vibes but i like all music to a certain degree so pls i hope its english (or filipino HAHHAH)

actually i feel so cool listening to it hghls. especially since i got into hotd. i feel not exactly like a royalty but you know this feeling of being special and just in tune with yourself? tbh i found this song a year or 2 ago and i associate it with the other events. also it has some witchy vibes as for me.

i see it really does have have quite a strong ambiance so i can understand why you are drawn to it. i actually like this song! i love how you describe your feeling with music, this is how i feel about music. btw... are you in high school? i- i suddenly tried to think of what youre studying but i cant ?? think of anything omg T_T [are you a minor] YOURE NOT RIGHT? arent you 19? T_T HELP

andand!! was this # about my witch au? if you got it, you got it. no pressure, just curious.

YES and no but yes but idk i wanted to write it but now i dont T_T it be like that

'i would say i have no chill and am quite radical' nah i wasnt saying you ARE chill and hippie. but that you have such an image in the internet.

HAHHAAH BUT THAT LITERALLY MEANS YOU THINK IM A CHILL HIPPIE HAHAHAHAAHA

tbh i want to go to protests but... im not afraid of getting hurt but ruining my whole life *star eyes*

im not going to give you star emojis because i think you mean your are ok with yourself getting hurt and i dont support that

there was a guy who was walking NEAR the place where a demonstration was happening and.. hes been imprisoned <з lovely isnt it? universities were expelling their students for taking part in the protests. sorry i got carried away. good to know you have such a rebellious posture.

not really rebellious per se, more of like i think its necessary to speak out against the status quo if the status quo is bad and harmful and anti-people and pro-elite etc. i hope that guy is ok. ✊

i love you saint hannah TT youre so sweet <з

lol thanks idk what i feel about the nickname but i love you <3

'i try not to think about that too much cos ill cry' ive been crying by the middle of the sentence.

T_T

'when we say we’re going to eat rice that means were eating a meal' oooh i got you. we have a tradition of eating bread with every meal but 1) its not the same thing 2) its not really strong among young people. its fine, you explained it pretty understandable.

tbh i wouldnt call it a tradition its like a social norm to eat rice... ig culture? is more appropriate. its nice that you have parallelism with bread. and omg young people dont lke bread AHAHHA that's ? so funny lol its weird to think yall just out there eating .... idk fried chicken T_T DAMN WITH NO RICE T_T

papak sounds cute. ig we have an equivalent.

T_T HAHAHA what's the equivalent?

'I HAVE SO MUCH MORE I WANT TO SHARE' YEEEY im always hear to listen to it!

OK im going to take this oppurtunity to talk to you again about sandman because that was the highlight of my message before i ctrl zed but FIRST LET ME SAVE THIS AS A DRAFT

ok were safe team

OK so yesterday ??? or was it yester NO IT WAS YESTERDAY i went to the library and read the chonky sandman megabig comic and i absolute loved the issue with Nada and Dream

now i have a new perspective in this because i feel like i was internally misogynistic towards Nada after watching this video about likable female characters (you dont have to watch it but this channel is very nice) anyway this vid basically talked about how female characters are only 'good' if they're likeable whereas male characters can be good regardless of that and it made me think about this issue cos i felt more sympathy towards dream than nada and at one point i had feelings of annoyance with nada but Lasflahsf NOW i cant remember if it was before i read that issue or after but i recall having catharsis over how i treated nada after typing my thoughts about it to you

anyway as im typing this now, i also realized that its ok for me not to feel that much feelings at all towards nada because i mean i had been following dream throughout the other issues so its not weird to have me have stronger feelings about dream rather than nada

but anyway, i still felt that both of them were problematic in their own way and i'll just quickly go through why and why i love that issue the most

so nada ^^^^ is dream's first love T_T [CRYING] solely because [CRYING] she was the only person who said they loved him and actually sought him out [CRYING] MANS SUPER HUNGRY FOR LOVE AND COMPANIONSHIP ITS SO SAD and yeah because of that dream was like LASFHASFHAL I LOVE YOU TOO NADA I WANT YOU TO BE QUEEN OF THE DREAMING T_T [CRYING]

but like stupid mortals be T_T [sigh] nada, who had been warned by a bird king not to seek out the 'man' she was in love with because he was NOT a man was like 'but i still love him' then met dream, had the whole be my queen shebang and when she realized he was not human she was AW SHIT BIRD KING WAS RIGHT (bird king is a literal bird btw AHHHA) and was like dream we cant be together im sorry i was stupid pls let me go this is bad

but dream was like [pls i love you T_T i want you pls i need love]

[CRYING]

so nada desperately goes through all these things to evade dream the worst of which is she even defiles herself by taking her maidenhood WITH A ROCK (it's not to say that a woman impure because she is not a virgin or that she is anything based on their virginity bUT I SAY DEFILE BECAUSE DAMN THAT FUCKING HURTS AND SHE WAS SO DESPERATE TO REPEL DREAM TO DO THAT) but dream is like T_T social constructs such as this matter not to me im not a human pls i love you i want you be my queen

{CRYING}

AND POOR FUCKING NADA SHES LIKE ON HER KNEES BEGGING BUT DREAM FUCKING BEING DREAM IS LIKE PLSSSSSSSSSSSS but ig also he's kinda hot cos nada was like ok thats kinda hot that you dgaf about social norms so they make love on top of the mountain

BUT THEN THE FUCKING SUN IS LIKE WHAT IS THIS HERESY WHAT IS THIS ABSOLUTE SIN THAT A MORTAL AND AN ENDLESS HAVE SHARED UNION THEN FUCKING BURNS NADA'S ENTIRE VILLAGE ////:

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk thats fucking petty of the sun if it was so bad it shudda burned nada no? but then again nada is the princess of the tribe so 😬😬😬😬😬🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡 its cold hard reality the people have to suffer for their rulers' mistakes

and so when they woke nada was like ???? my people are dead T_T CRYING FUCK then jumps of the cliff and dies

NOW THIS PETTY FUCK DREAM COMES TO HER AND IS LIKE nada i love you then you betrayed me (ok this isnt the petty part because she willingly had sex with him on that mountain) then hes like youre choosing death over me (death is dreams sister so he was 100% jelly over this) and nada is like pls my people are dead because of me let me go

this is the part where i think well yeah theyre dead youre dead just be with dream forgetting that guilt exists lol AHHAHAHA

THIS IS THE PART WHERE DREAM IS PETTY COS HE WAS LIKE for betraying me i will punish you BUT if you agree to be my queen i;ll forgive you i;ll only ask you 3 times if you deny me 3 times im going to condemn you to fucking hell //////:

??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

he petty AF for that wtf

so nada obviously is like no no pls dont make me say no again so dont ask me but DREAM PETTY AF AND I THINK THE COMIC EVEN SAID SOME SHIT ABOUT THAT AND SO DREAM

ASKED HER ANYWAY

and she said no and now she's in fucking HELLL AND BEEN IN HELL FOR MILLENIA

in one of the earlier issues + in the show dream sees nada when he goes to hell and asks him to release her and i think nada asks if he loves him and dream is smth like its been thousands of years of course i still love you BUT i stilll havent forgiven you T_T PETTY RAT

and i remember when i watched that i was like DAMN WHAT DID SHE DO HE PETTY AF and now that i know im like i see it but also he petty AF

UHH TEN THOUSAND YEARS THIS RAT PETTY AF

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WOW its so really very very interesting to learn about this saying twice thing!! we also say things twice sometimes for the same reason or to just create a new meaning.

AW THATS CUTE HAHAHAH love that for us #russianssecretlyfilipino #filipinossecretlyrussian

i crave learning more about filipino!

OK OK LETS FINALLY TALK ABOUT JOSE RIZAL

this is him. it might not look like it but hes the original fuck boy HAHHAHA man had girlfriends all over the globe like pitbull who? he aint mr worldwide JOSE RIZAL is mr worldwife HAHHA LOL I TYPED THAT ON ACCIDENT AND SO REAL FINGERS SO REAL tho he never had a wife so /: HAHHAA

anyway he became the national hero because his work inspired the revolution and he did so with non violence so. i personally have a soft spot for andres bonifacio (the other candidate for national hero) but thats for another time

this andres btw

aNYWAY his most prolific works are 'noli mi tangere' which means 'touch me not' in spanish or 'like do not translate me' then its sequel 'el filibusterismo' or 'the Filibuster' in spanish whatever the fuck that means ok wikipedia says its It is sometimes referred to as "talking a bill to death" or "talking out a bill", and is characterized as a form of obstruction in a legislature or other decision-making body. whatever that means HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA

so yeah he got killed for writing that lol cos he wrote it in spanish cos fuck you spain and then spain was like (: pew pew and shot him and he was like FUCK YOU YOURE NOT GOING TO SHOOT ME IN THE BACK IM GOING TO FACE YOU but he died before he could look at the firing squad so /:

side note the right pic is at rizal park which was where he was killed (it was renamed after him) and i remember going there for a field trip and being absolutely enamored by the story teller/tour guide who said the whole story and said the command by the spanish and the statues FIRED AT RIZAL AND I HAD A HEARTATTACK THEN AFTER IT ALL I WAS LIKE WOAH THAT WAS MEGA COOL but i dont remember what the spanish command was T_T rip i wish i knew so i could tell you any everyone else i want to tell this story to

HAHAHAH anyway unlike other works before jose rizal which was propaganda against the spanish, the works before rizal were like only allussions to opression but never direct. whereas rizal was like oh you see these spanish priests and all the governors THEYRE FUCKING L also you see how they treat the poor and farmers and fucking RAPE OUR WOMEN (: YALL ARE L FUCK YOU

and spain was like ? no fuck YOU bang bang (in before imprisoning him i think he only lived to be 30?) then after he died the revolutionaries called the katipuneros which is derived from (Dont freak out) the KKK (which means kataastaasan (the highest of the high) kagalanggalangang (the most respectable) katipunan (? like group or association, but also because of them katipunan kind of has this meaning of revolutionary or i guess to me) were like HELL NO LETS FUCKING GO SPAIN YOU WANT A PIECE OF THIS FUCK YOU

(this is my absolute fav monument i remember seeing it for the first time as a child i was like DAMN THAT SWORD FUCKING LIT)

I MUST SAY the first time i heard of other KKK was in the black eyed peas song 'where is the love' and i was like HEY they dont like the kkk? why dont they like the kkk? how do they even know them? they fought for out freedom thats so mean of them not to like them in before my older brother said YOU IDIOT THAT NOT THE KKK THEYRE TALKING ABOUT T_T rip

enough of that

noli (we call it that so its short) basically follows this dude named crisostomo ibarra. in the first book he's just come home from abroad and is like i love it here then slowly is like WTF IS WRONG WITH EVERYONE WHY IS THIS HAPPENING and ... tbh its been a while i dont remember its entirety... but he fall in love with maria clara and theres this freaky rat ass priest that has ??? the hots for her but ??? hES SECRETLY HER FUCKING DAD? COS HE RAPED MARIAS MOM and maria also gets raped im not sure by who tho but FUCK THAT PRIEST (a priest rapes her) yeah its all very FUCK YOU she joins the convent because of that and i think because yeah crisostomo dies and shes like </3 i will never recover never love again

honestly dont quote me on this i could be getting so much wrong

then part 2 which is el fili (again shorted cos its too long) crisostomo ibarra who fucking dies in p1 comes back from the dead (cos he never died fr) as simoun and is like I DONT WANT PEACE I WANT PROBLEMS ALWAYS and plans to blow up a church or smth BECAUSE FUCK YOU SPAIN (honestly i cant remember) and marias like my beloved crisostomo T_T please come back to me and simoun is like WAIT WAIT IM COMING but maria is like fuck this shit and jumps off a fucking church cos life sucks

yeah the end thats about as much as i remember from the main plot but the books talk about a lot of social injustices too

my favorite (or should i even call it that T_T) is the piece about Cabesang Tales who is a farmer took barren land and made it fruitful and it took so long for it to be fruitful his wife and daughter died of fucking poverty then the church was like actually peasant this land belongs to God and by god i mean us gtfo this land and Cabesang Tales who was the picture of patience fucking snapped and was like FUCKING WORK YOUR BLEED BLOOD AND FIX THE LAND THEN BURRY YOUR WIFE AND CHILD HERE FIRST THEN AND ONLY THEN WILL I GIVE YOU THIS LAND

then bang (:

anyway they actually made a show about this! for once its not super cringe! its about this modern girl who goes 'back in time' or more like in the book and lives with the characters. i only watched ep1 & 2 and i havent even seen the cutie crisostomo yet so i have plans on watching it but idk when

HIHIHI THIS IS THEM Klay (the reader insert HAHAHAHAH) crisostomo then maria and i think slay <3 its actually available on youtube which is where im watching it but apparently it has no eng subs cos this one korean youtuber was complaining about it so yeah HAHHAHH the turned tables because we love kdramas here in the ph and complain if there arent eng subs on their shows HAHHAHAHA

HOLLUP LEMME JUST SAVE

ok were back this is such a long love letter

[end scene]

yeah i didnt know what is flan. 1) but tbh some people dont even see russia as europe.. even geographically... 2) its not a common dish in slavik countries (eastern at least). like we have a quite similar thing but it has a completely different name.

its ok flan is not paramount to life HAHAHH unless you make flan for a living in which case it is quite important. #1 i mean russia-- SHE 'UGE MASSIVE YEAH so huge she said eurasia and like pluto tiny #2 fair. what is the similar thing?

'i think it derived from spanish??' yeah its probably just my association. we dont have such constructions to unit words so it always sounds foreign. esp words like this.

i see. interesting to know. what about vagon you have that word surely cos i remember watching captain america civil war and it was one of winter soldier's tick words somethingsomething vagon then its translation was like freight train and my mom was like omg thats filipino bagon was like not the train per se but the things connected to the train you get me which i can only assume comes from spanish vagón exists but its wagon according to google so HAHA i got you there

a silly stereotype but it gives me some old movie about mafia vibes. its also said in a deep af brutal voice in the beginning of a movie.

I LOVE THIS STEREOTYPE TBH

'I HAVE TO EXPLAIN THIS PERFECTLY BECAUSE' omg its cute. thanks <з love your big brain

<3 HIHI i love your big brain

ooh kare-kare looks good. a hottie fdklfjd.

HAHAHAH yes it is very good i love it <3 now im hungry T_T

please let me answer it in the second part bc 1)im running out of symbols

thats fine

2) i wanna sleep

valid i will never stop you from listening to your body clock

3) ill answer you during the day i swear TT ive got so many things to do it scares me..

<3 do well my love you got this is can be intimidating but dont worry too much about it you got this! its normal to be anxious but you will overcome it

just remember that im here! have a good day!! good luck with the classes and all! take care<з

i love you so much my dear thank you for being here for me i am likewise also always here for you <3 take care

xxx

#anon ask #my beloved anons #modern!daemon anon #ask #modern!daemon nonnie

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One Last Time by Senyaloveschoco

Anime » Boruto: Naruto Next Generations Rated: T, English, Angst & Mystery, Boruto U., Naruto U., Sarada U., Sasuke U., Words: 31k+, Favs: 7, Follows: 2, Published: Jul 30, 2021

1Chapter 7: A cursed night

...A full moon night it was...

One he could never forget.

The first memory of his life wasn't anything pleasant.

Ever since then he'd always despised the full moon.

A dark room. A broken glass tube.

Something wet... Not like water, a little denser.

Though it felt weird...and gross.

Wires spread like vicious snakes all around his fragile body.

Though the first thing his sunny eyes landed on.

Made him shiver.

Dark Orbs.

A deadly predator looking at his prey.

Ready to eat him alive. Anytime.

Dark and hideous.

His heartbeat went faster. He wished it to be a nightmare.

He wished to wake up right at that moment.

But.

Wake up to what?

What was his reality?

His life? His family?

Who... Was he?

"No need to be scared...Mistuki"

He'd flinched at that cold voice.

Mitsuki..

This was.. His name?

Was this person... The one who abducted him?

"My name is Orochimaru..."

The man had said to him like the most normal thing ever.

Though what came next made the boy almost cry in denial.

"And I'm your parent."

His eyes widened in fear. His heart clenched in fury.

No... He-

-This cannot be his parent.

It was a lie.

He can't have anything to do with this person. With this place.

This cannot be his life. No way.

He was lying.

It wasn't his reality. It couldn't be.

But then again... Who the hell was he anyway?.

How can he deny such a possibility if he wasn't even aware of his actual identity?

He didn't knew. He didn't knew anything.

And since that moment.

The memory stretched. Hours became days. And days became weeks.

He kept hoping for it all to be a lie. Though nothing changed.

He didn't had anything else on him. No memory. No sign.

No trace.

He had to admit it. No matter how much he hated it.

This was his life.

Not like those kids he dreamed of. Playing happily.

Out in the sunny days. Their parents laughing and giggling together .

Not trapped in a dark, damp lab with no life except him and the man claiming to be his parent.

Where he was always experimented.

Where no one would listen to his painful cries.

Where no one would save him.

Thus, at last. He accepted it.

No argument. No questions.

Whatever task left the older man's lips.

He did it without a second thought.

Untill one day.. It changed.

...A full moon night yet again...

A mysterious power surging deep within.

A mission gone wrong.

Two adults facing each other. Both of them equally suspicious.

He didn't knew what side to choose. He only had two options on him.

He tried and tried and tried.

Until his gaze landed on the very reason behind this quarrel.

And he snapped.

Hands automatically moved. Snatching the box from the hands of his own 'older' figure.

As if it contained something precious. Very precious.

Though he didn't knew where he got that idea from. Just a gut feeling maybe.

Which again... Was rare for the boy. Cause he never thinks.

Not for himself atleast.

And far he ran.

His sudden powers increasing his durability to unknown levels.

Untill he finally stopped under the full moon sky.

The cold light showering upon him in dark.

Where he'd opened the box and found the picture .

His picture.

His eyes widened as the corner of his lips stretched.

That... Was the first time he ever smiled.

Because now he knew. He knew absolutely well.

That this very moment.

This very second.

His destiny has been decided .

By his own hands. No less.

He finally found his sun.

"I am Uzumaki Boruto. Go ahead and ask me anything -ttebasa! "

If you ever ask Mitsuki.

His first impression of his sun.

The boy won't say he expected exactly this.

Cause it was nowhere near what he'd imagined.

A young lad desperate for his father's attention.

Tends to take shortcuts and takes everything for granted.

It wasn't that Mitsuki had any doubts.

He just... found the boy way more interesting than he'd comprehended.

The blonde's proudful tone had him thinking deeply.

Ask anything?

He had never questioned people before. He was just a follower after all.

Wandering in search of the one thing he actually wanted.

Just one.

Nothing else ever crosses his mind.

He didn't had any preferences.

Or Choices of his own.

Whatever was decided for him. He'd just do it without a single word.

Without any querry.

Though seems like here he needed to make a little change.

Just once maybe.

And then he'll follow his sun.

Forever.

Its not a big deal anyways.

"Uh. Why are we the only ones with no classroom? "

And the whole class had bursted out laughing, while the said boy made a face.

His whiskered cheeks flushed red as if he'd just been mocked out.

But why..would anything he said be a mockery to his sun?

Did he something wrong?

What was that he said wrong?

Should he ask? Or should he laugh along?

He still had a long way to go.

Smiling. Mistuki had realised as the quietest chuckle left his mouth.

Though now that he'd found his sun. Finding himself wouldn't be impossible anymore.

His identity. He'd gain it once more. Even if he didn't had one before.

Yeah. He'll live once more.

Though things didn't exactly went the way he'd thought them to.

The more time he spent with his sun ,the more he opened up.

Finally noticing the world around him, the boy's empty heart began slowly filling with astonishment.

Along with little confusions maybe.

And a hell lot of fun.

"Together we become! Team 7 again -ttebasa! "

"Shannarao! Don't forget about me baka Boruto! "

"Yeah.. Yeah."

"Oi! Let's go home Mitsuki!You're coming right?! "

Maybe he didn't hated full moon nights as much as he'd thought.

"Yeah.. Let's go home. "

5 years back.

The moon at its brightest, shining above the sky.

Midnight. Cold and peaceful.

Though Mitsuki had barely felt the need to sleep.

An eerie nervousness crawling up his spine as he heard something crack in his kitchen.

Mikazuki...

The boy already assumed it to be the cat's doing. And absolutely right he was.

He opened the balcony door to let the fresh air in.

Tomorrow.

They finally had theit very first official A-rank mission.

Together with his team. After a long time. Mitsuki couldn't help but feel excited.

And so was Boruto. The blonde wouldn't stop bickering about the mission untill Sarada had to threaten him to keep quiet.

Friends.

The word never had any meaning to him before.

Though now his feelings were clear. Crystal clear.

Boruto... Wasn't his sun.

Not anymore.

That's right cause now...

Uzumaki Boruto was also his best friend.

Like a brother. Though Mistuki still thinks its too far away to consider him that just yet. .

Not that he'd mind. But still.

Sarada too. She's also as trustworthy and as strong.

Mistuki smiled. Cause now he knew.

He was with the right people.

A sudden ringing snapped him back to reality.

Strange. Mistuki had never received any call on his landline before.

The eerie feeling returned just as quick as he reached for the device.

Who would call him on his land-line ?

This late at that?

A sudden wind blew past his curtains as they waved frantically.

His eyes meeting the round full moon as he brought the receiver to his ear.

Sounds of desperate sobs filled his ears.

Mistuki felt his energy draining away.

"Hell-"

"MITSUKI! OH GOD.. ARE YOU LISTENING ?! MITSU-"

Sarada.

Was she crying?

What.. Happened?

He didn't realized as his hands began to quiver automatically.

"Sarada! Let me talk sweetie-SHIZUNE PLEASE TAKE HER WITH YOU! -I -SARADA! "

"MITSU- *sob* MITSUKI-LISTEN TO ME-"

Mitsuki could hardly understand what was happening.

Though two things he knew for sure.

One that Sarada has snatched back the phone from Sakura-san.

And second.. Something extremely terrible has happened.

"Something... Something happened to BORUTO! "

...what..?

"They.. They all are lying! They're saying that h-he.. s $:'eysoywp $"

A crackling sound echoed as the receiver was dropped to the floor.

The boy felt the whole world crash down.

His world.

Crashed down in mere seconds.

No sound left him.

His ears ringing frantically. It must be some kind of disease.

Some kind of defect in himself maybe.

Cause what he just heard couldn't be true.

He couldn't hear anymore.

His legs moved on his own. As he sprinted through the glass door of his balcony.

Memories flooding through his mimd like a recorded tape.

Rewind. Forward. Play. Rewind. Forward. Play.

The sounds of the ambulance became louder and louder, the nearer he went to the Uzumaki residence.

That day. Mitsuki had realized.

There was nothing else he hated more than a full moon.

Yeah.

He hated it to the core.

...Present Time ...

"What are you doing? "

Inojin asked as he saw the boy sending one of his snakes off to.. somewhere .

They were already on their way to the hideout.

And Mistuki's suspicious activities were only increasing with passing time.

"It'll reach there faster. "

Was all that Mistuki replied.

Not adding the remaining reason which was letting Orochimaru know of their arrival in advance.

The more they progressed the clearer, he could feel the snake he just sent away.

'Its inside. '

Sounds of chattering could be heard from the other end.

Mitsuki's eyes narrowed at the unfamiliar voice.

He couldn't help but wonder.

Whom could his parent be talking to?

That too this early in the morning?

The sun had yet to rise. It was still cold and dark.

It wasn't Karin's voice. He knew that for sure.

That the voice belonged to a male.

"But first.. Tell $ yo.. r sid..e of the st$..y fi.. rst"

What story? Who's side?

What the hell was going on?

The voice wasn't clear enough to comprehend anything clearly.

About to severe his connections with the snake something made him stop abruptly on his path.

"about how y.. u en.. de. up he.. re. A$liv.. an.. d br.. ath.. ng. "

"-U.. z. umak..i Bor..uto"

His eyes widened at the name as he felt all the moisture leaving his throat.

"Oi?! What the hell is your problem now?! " Inojin yelled already far ahead of him, unable to notice the change in Mistuki's expression.

Before a sudden flash went past the blonde leaving him perplexed.

"What the-?!"

It took him a few seconds to realize that he'd been suddenly left far too behind.

"What the- What happened to him now?! "

He groaned in frustration, increasing his pace only to barely match the snake boy.

Before the hideout was in their sight.

Almost barging in the door, Mitsuki was stopped by none else than the red haired Uzumaki.

"You.. you two are way too early?! I didn't even had time for preparations. What the hell?! "

What preparations?

Though Mitsuki didn't asked.

Instead.

He proceeded barging inside the hideout.

One door after the other.

He didn't knew why was he so frantic over just a name.

Though he couldn't stop his body. His soul screaming at him.

Faster.

"I TOLD YOU TO WAIT-"

He could hear Karin's frustrated voice from behind.

"OI Listen! -We're on a mission here! -what the-!" Inojin followed behind as the trio hurried towards the man lab.

Three more steps.

And the boy slammed open the carbon door.

Before his vision went dark.

Everything happened so fast, he could hardly control his body to even maintain his balance.

Before his eyes met another pair.

Blue like the ocean.

One he could recognise anywhere.

Though before his brain could comprehend anything else.

He blacked out. Falling on the cold floor with a loud thud.

...present time...

"Wh..t.. Am I go..n. a do w.. th this b..o..y?!"

His eyes slowly opened as he took in his surroundings.

Where.. Was he?

That's right... He... was at the hideout.

What was he doing before he blacked out?

Nothing came to his mind.

As if...

As if something completely erased that part of his memory.

Thinking hard the only thing he could recall was an extremely blurred vision.

Sharp eyes gazing at him.

He couldn't remember whose though.

Not even the color or any shape.

Just the feeling of that flowing again and again through him.

Was it a dream? Or was it not?

Then again.

He couldn't sense anybody else except the 4 of them inside the place.

Inojin's gaze landed on Mistuki.

Flinching immediately he groaned in annoyance and worry.

"Are you serious?! Atleast let other people know that you've woken up?! "

Tch. Too loud.

"How would I come to know you aren't dead over here huh?! "

"Shut up. "

"Why YOU-!"

"I'll suggest you two to take a break. " Orochimaru interrupted before smiling at the lad.

Mitsuki immediately looked away.

Inojin frowned though didn't argued.

More like he couldn't argue against the sanin anyway. Unless.. He didn't had a death wish of course.

"Lord Orochimaru... "

Karin's voice broke the awkward silence before she motioned towards the door.

"If you don't mind... Can we talk? Just for a bit. "

She adjusted her glasses as the sanin simply smiled in worry free manner.

A deep sigh left Mitsuki as both left the room.

He couldn't loose focus.

Nothing can interfere in his mission.

"Is he still here? "

She asked the moment they were far enough from the main lab.

The sanin nodded in agreement.

"He's received what he came here for. He won't come back here again. "

'Although...I wonder if that'll be the case.'

Silence filled the surroundings before Karin spoke again.

"Why...did you do that? " Her sudden question drew the man's gaze towards herself.

Was she... questioning him?

Karin's suspicious gaze never leaving the sanin.

Neither did Orochimaru bothered answering at first.

"I don't know what's going I trust every one of your decisions. Lord Orochimaru. "

She began. Her voice a little hesitating yet annoyance evident in it.

"I won't ask you who that boy was either but-"

She closed in the distance between them.

Worry and anger reflecting through her ruby eyes.

"-Was it worth it... Attacking your own son for a stranger? "

Clenching her fists in frustration. She added.

"His condition is already bad enough. Messing with his brain like that.. How can you risk it? "

'Specially when you're trying so desperately. To save him. Then why?'

Her eyebrows twitched.

'Just who the hell.. was that guy? '

Her question made the Sanin laugh. Audible enough just for tje two of them to hear.

Confusion traced on the woman's face, she opened her mouth to speak again.

Before the man interrupted. Motioning his hand to silent the woman almost immediately.

"I'm assuming...your faith in me has altered. Karin. "

She gaped in disbelief.

Maybe.. it was true.

Maybe not.

"What..? NO! I was just-"

"Though rest assured. "

The sudden change in his tone made the woman flinch.

"I'm not making any mistakes here."

'For I have guided him.. towards the path of my choice.'

"If the truth were to ever be revealed... Mitsuki would surely understand why I did that to him today. "

'Beware, Uzumaki... Your destiny can be anything but empty. '

"I'll make sure.. There won't be any mistakes this time."

The more words left his mouth ,the more eerie the woman felt.

Something... definitely was going on here.

"I'll be taking my leave now.."

He dark slits widened a short chuckle leaving his lips.

"Treat our guests with care. Karin."

And the man left. Leaving a perplexed Karin behind.

Neither sparing another glance, nor waiting for any reply.

The woman stood motionless for a while.

Unable to decide her next actions she looked back at the lab she just now left.

Before she sighed.

"Looks like I have no choice."

She gazed at the ground in defeat. Her fingers twindeling.

"Something tells me this should be reported ."

The Uzumaki bit her pinky finger before summoning a familiar hawk.

'Luckily...I have this.'

"I need to... let Konoha know of everything. "

She scribbled as hurriedly as she could before tying a small note on the bird's leg.

"You know where to go right? Find Sakura and give her my message ."

And the bird flew away. Far into the deep blue sky.

The sun has finally risen.

Dashing swiftly into the wild forest, the blonde could feel a lump in his throat.

Though he knew, it wasn't the time to regret.

He didn't had any.

Already aware of the truth behind those fake faces.

He couldn't care less to even look at them.

Hence it doesn't makes any difference.

Whether the person is from his world or this one.

They were all the same.

Every single one of them.

"I swear on my name Mitsuki... "

He waved a sign as his blonde hair turned into pure midnight black.

His jougan active for just a mere second.

"I won't cross paths with you ever again...I swear."

Young eyes... Devoid of hopes and dreams.

Yet shining an eerie shade.

In the midst of this sudden interruption-

-What is Orochimaru's plans for 'the boy of another world '?

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8: His only option

"Just standing there won't help. The door won't open all by itself. Papa. "

Sasuke felt his heartbeat stopped for a second.

His dark eyes shifted from the door knob to the person in question.

His heart clenching at the sight.

"I missed you...seems like it wasn't the case with you though."

Her moist eyes reflected under her red shiny glasses.

The Uchiha realized.

The little girl he'd left behind has long since disappeared.

"Sarada... "

She has grown a lot. He couldn't help but wonder. His fingers reaching out for her forehead.

She would definitely refuse. If not twist his hand back offensively.

The Uchiha wondered.

She definitely will.

Just how much has he missed in all these years?

He hasn't felt more dumb ever before in his whole life.

Will she still accept him?

Or has he marked the beginning of another cycle of the Uchiha hatred?

He didn't knew.

"Sarada...I missed you to—"

"Don't worry papa. " Her pained eyes darted towards the raven head. As she stepped back two steps.

Sasuke drew his hand back. He could see the sadness behind them.

It was evident. And moreover.

He was the reason.

"I'll listen to you. " She said.

"Again."

The Uchiha felt a pang in his heart right then and there.

Again.. Yeah.

That's what their relationship was all about anyways.

Him trying to reason his absence.

To justify why he wasn't here even though his missions has long since ended.

The Uchiha didn't replied.

"Just...not now. You have more important stuff to attend to. "

Sarada motioned towards the Hokage office ,the Uchiha had been standing in front of.

Her eyes were clear of any hate or ill feeling for the man.

He could tell.

The eyes that yearned for his love. For his attention.

First emerald. Now onyx.

The same pleading eyes. As if he'd been sent to the past to look at his own reflection.

"I'll... see you later. "

Later.

He wondered how many times he'd fooled her with that.

Naruto laid back on his seat as he unconsciously stretched his stiff body.

His gaze fell on the door knob as he saw it twirl.

A breath of air leaving his lips, his eyes turned back to the screen with no hesitation.

"Oi Shikamaruuu..I told you knock before entering ya know! —"

"I'm not Shikamaru."

His words died down the very next moment. As his eyes drew back to the said man.

As if grasping the sudden shock, his breaths sounded heavy.

The silence stretched untill it became unnaturally awkward between the two.

Which is usually never the case with Naruto. Specially not when he

is around.

His facial expressions seemed like a TV channel.

Changing every now and then. The man couldn't make out exactly what to feel.

Sasuke was sure he saw the man's lips twitching up, barely forming a smile... Only to return to a frown the very next moment.

As if fearing the sudden change being noticed by the Uchiha.

His eyes seemed to widen in the same realisation as his features soon turned neutral.

Sasuke didn't knew what to think of it.

"5 years... " Was all he said.

Fingers returning to the keyboard, typing in a metallic rhythm as his eyes returned to the screen as well.

Checking through what felt like records of some expected 'crimes' the said man might've committed , his face twisted in relief.

Though the expression didn't left him.

The Uchiha completely ignored this act. An inaudible scoff leaving his lips.

Sasuke didn't knew what to say. He simply motioned his head towards the window taking a better view of the outside.

"The village has changed.. A lot. " He breathed out, eyes just as tired.

Though he still considered them to be at least better of than blonde's.

Dull and dark. If not for his body moving, one can mistake him for a dead person.

Was it age factor? Or the pressure of his work?

Maybe both?

"Yeah.. " Naruto answered.

For a second it felt like his voice sounded broken.

"Most of the credit goes to the fresh Jounins. They've been working harder than ever ya know."

Though his tone recovered the very next moment.

"Sarada too. " He added.

Sasuke couldn't help but smile at the little praise.

"She got that from her mother. " As if an inside joke, a small chuckle left the two.

Barely audible, yet...It was there.

"But you're wrong. " He began.

"Most of the credit goes to your own hardwork...Naruto. For the last few years.. You've been.. Giving your all. "

As if searching for something.

Sasuke's eyes scanned the blonde again and again.

The questions traced his lips, many questions, though didn't get the space to leave.

Since when did it became so difficult?

Sasuke asked himself.

It was Naruto of all people. The knuckleheaded blonde.

His best friend.

Yet everything felt normal. Just like how he'd left.

Expecting the work of time ofcourse, though he somehow couldn't seem to exactly grasp it.

Whatever it was.

It was different. Something was out of the way.

Yet he didn't knew what to name it.

"So.. Any specific reason? " He heard the blonde say. In his usual cheery yet tired tone.

He never seemed to get, how the Naruto manages to blend two contrasting features together.

Yet here it was, just like the normal him.

Yeah. Just like.

Yet not the actual.

"Not exactly. I just wanted to visit." He answered.

A brief silence followed and Sasuke waited for him to speak.

Something. He always keeps the convo going. That's just how Naruto was, since years back.

Sasuke waited for him to leave his work. Maybe just for a minute or two.

To look at him properly and greet him like an old friend. Properly. With friendly eyes. A warm smile.

"Its... been a while. "

"...Yeah. "

And the conversation stopped. Right then and there.

No words were exchanged between the two after that. Sasuke simply turned back.

About to leave the room, reaching for the door knob, he stopped again.

"Don't overwork yourself. Its not like you'll be fired very soon or something... You have a lot of time to set things up. "

Finally the Uchiha saw his expression change.

He didn't expected such words to affect him. Specially after not giving a damn about his return either.

His wide eyes showed what felt like disturbance to him.

Like a kid, caught in his mischief. Sasuke didn't knew what part though.

Yet he didn't stayed..leaving without asking him.

"Shishou.. I haven't seen him since so long.. Dad.. "

Naruto held in a deep breath.

The wind picking up, a light fragrance filling the environment.

Blue young eyes staring next to him,at the door just closed, with a nostalgic expression.

He smiled. Feeling the sudden urge to ruffle the boy's wild blonde locks.

His eyes suddenly turning shades darker than they already were.

"I.. want to meet him. Talk to him,like before... But—"

The boy trailed off, a sad smile covering his features.

Naruto couldn't take it.

"You will meet him again..."

He muttered in a sudden confidence causing the boy to gasp in return .

"Re-Really..?"

A sudden ecstasy taking over his senses everytime he lays his tired eyes at the lad.

Like a refreshing wind, fleshing out all the negativity.

He didn't needed anything else.

Just him.

"Really...I promise. "

That earned him a wave of cheeriness and joy from the said boy.

"really?! Like you ain't joking? Cause that'll be hella lame dattebasa! "

He chirped, swinging his hands to and fro in the air like a toddler. Before realising and quieting down the very next moment.

#boruto fanfiction

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park-littlecrane · 2 years

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I've been gone for far too long! Welcome me back? ♡

Here's Chapter 2 of Calculated Chances. If you haven't read the first one, make sure to read that first. Just scroll down a little bit on this page and you should find it. 📖

📣 WARNIING: DELULU-INDUCING CONTENT. Read at your own risk. Tibayan ang kapit sa realidad bago mahuli ang lahat.

Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Published:2022-06-2

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You started to feel like there’s a dragon breathing down your neck when, in fact, you’re all alone in the secluded part of the office floor. Right to next to Jimin’s office. Employees just started trickling in when you got here.

Looking at the clock on your computer: 7:30 AM. It’s still a bit early. You’d think that the office would started getting busy at around 9 or 10 in the morning.

It’s your first official day on the job and wanting to make sure that everything goes perfectly today is an understatement.

No, it’s not because you’re reporting directly to the CEO’s (way too handsome for his own good) son, Park Jimin.

You want to make a good first impression after all.

Minutes seem to go by so slowly and you think it’s because of how early you’ve started your day. You didn’t get much sleep last night thinking of the work that you’d be doing. Not only that, but the man you met yesterday seemed to not leave your thoughts no matter how much you try.

You couldn’t seem to sit still. You stood up and made sure that there aren’t any wrinkles or creases on your clothes when you heard your name being called from afar.

“Y/N!” It’s like a very loud whisper.

You looked up to see one of the older ladies in the team rushing to you. It made you worry for a second.

“Ms. Kim, what’s the matter?”

“Have you forgotten? The quarterly business review meeting is today at 10 AM! Did you make sure that everything’s ready for Mr. Park?” She quickly set her bag on her desk and kicked off her flats to change to the pumps that she kept under her desk.

Panic started setting in when you realized that you were not briefed at all by anyone; Human Resources, the Department Heads, not even Jimin!

You looked around starting pacing back and forth in the small confines of your cubicle when you felt hands land on your shoulder.

“I didn’t tell you for a reason. It’s your first day. Relax for me, okay?”

You felt hot breath near your ear, causing goosebumps over your arms and for you to freeze on the spot. From your peripheral vision, you saw pink plump lips and you just knew who it was.

“Good morning, Mr. Park.” You heard your co-worker say, surprise evident in her expression.

You felt Jimin pat your shoulders again with one hand before he walked inside his office, closing the door behind him, with you still rooted where you’re standing. You’d think that he was too close for comfort but you felt okay with it. Actually, more than okay.

He smelled so good. You thought to yourself before you had to shake it off. You were being unprofessional, if people around you could hear what you were thinking.

“The least you could do is get him coffee.” Ms. Kim said as she wrote Jimin’s coffee order on a piece of paper before handing it to you over what was dividing your cubicle from hers. You sat back down and looked over the piece of paper while trying to think of a coffee order for yourself. You’d get your own dose of caffeine while you’re at it.

Iced Cappuccino with Cold Foam. Order’s easy enough. You went down to the café at the ground floor of the building to get Jimin his coffee.

“Sorry, we ran out of carriers.” The barista claimed as she put sleeves on the cold cups of coffee to-go and pushed them towards you at the counter. “No worries, I got it.” You smiled before taking both cups and making your way out the door.

Balancing two cups while trying to do ANYTHING else is annoying. Especially when that “anything” is trying to look over your watch to check the time.

8:30.

You should’ve known that the long queue at the café would set you back a couple of minutes but you didn’t realize it would be THAT long. Feeling restless and anxious since this morning, you took your own cup and started drinking from it. You started rushing to the turnstiles and elevators and breathed a sigh of relief once you got to your floor; not forgetting to throw your empty cup, from which you finished your coffee in less than 5 minutes, in the trash bin.

“Good. I still have time.” You zeroed in on Jimin’s open office door and started walking briskly to make sure that he gets his coffee before the meeting. You were thankful that you had your fix when you did. It surely perked you up, given how much sleep (or lack thereof) you’ve had.

You closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of finally being woken up bit by bit by what you’ve just drank. You can feel the rush of caffeine in your system, making you smile as you take each step but…

The next thing you heard was the sound of an empty coffee cup bouncing on the carpeted floor and the gasps of the employees around you.

On your first day.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry.” You said as you hurriedly picked up the now-useless cup that has failed to serve its purpose.

You stood up and tried to compose yourself before looking the unlucky person in the eyes when you realized you were staring at brown eyes like mocha and… the same eyes were staring back at you.

“S-Sir…” You said as you looked at him with eyes full of fear. You don’t want to be the record-holder for the fastest employee to be fired. On your first day. His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at what you said.

“Y/N…” His voice was with a tone of anything but infuriated. He sounded…endeared.

You were both now looking at the coffee stain all over the front of Jimin’s crisp white shirt.

You didn’t have napkins to wipe the stain with. Hell, you didn’t even know if the shirt can be salvaged or not. Employees are starting to gather at where you both were standing, curious to what was going on but, at the same time, trying to hide their prying from the CEO’s son.

Looking all over the place, you saw how everyone was looking at you. You hated having people look at you and it seemed as though Jimin sensed your discomfort.

“Y/N, come with me, please.” He said before he turned on his heel and started walking to his office.

Wow, this is it. He’s going to fire me. Those were the words running through your head with every heavy step that you took to follow him. He had his hands in his pockets, still looking down on his soiled shirt.

“Close the door, please.” It was hard to tell whether he was mad or disappointed.

With the click of the door signaling that it just closed, Jimin turned around with his thumb on the side of his lip, looking at you as if he was teasing.

“Good thing it wasn’t hot coffee, right?” He smirked and you couldn’t help but huff out air in relief, a breath you didn't realize you were holding, that he wasn’t just about ready to send you out on the streets. “Oh, god. Jimin.” You said with every once of relief when you’ve been released from the inner turmoil that has been eating at you for the past 3 minutes.

You looked around his office and saw that it could very well be a huge bedroom if you would swap the big desk for a bed. It was the first time that you’ve stepped in his office, with the previous look you had of it was only from when you talked to him through a small crack when you opened the door last night to tell him you were leaving.

“Help me clean this up, will you?” You owed him that much. He led you to the door that you wouldn’t know would be there if he didn’t tell you. The door was the same color as the wall, rendering it unrecognizable if not for the gold doorknob attached to it. He opened the door and waited for you to come in before he closed it.

Well, what do you know, there is a bedroom in here.

“For when I’m staying in late for work.” He explained without you needing to ask.

In it was a modest double bed with one bedside table adorned with a chrome, minimalist lamp. You also saw an open wardrobe where some identical white shirts were hanging from next to a couple of suit jackets that looked like it was for different occasions.

“You’ll never know when a client wants to have an impromptu meeting.” He followed your gaze as you walked closer to the wardrobe that held a row of different watches just beside the case of neckties and a wooden cufflink case.

“This is so cool, Jimin-ssi.” You said as your fingers touched the rows of watches that you only ever saw on magazines.

He walked towards the bathroom at the far left of the room and called out to you, “Grab me a shirt, would you?” He looked back before disappearing through the door.

You shouldn’t be having a hard time picking out what would look best on him given that they’re all, literally, identical white shirts but you took all of 5 minutes looking and touching the fabric.

“Y/N.” He called out to you again, startling you and making you grab the shirt that you had been touching the sleeve of. “Coming, Jimin-ssi!” You rushed to the bathroom where he was at and you gaped at what you saw when you looked in.

He was already taking off his soiled shirt and throwing it on the empty hamper.

“Uh.. here’s your shirt.” You had your arm stretched out all the way, avoiding looking at him, as if changing clothes should exclusively, without doubt, be done in private. Christ, he even had an undershirt on.

He glanced at his watch, still not walking to where you were even though your arm is not that long to actually get the shirt to him. “Y/N, it’s already 9:30. You’re going to make me late for my meeting.” He was looking at himself at the mirror with a small smile as he took several glances to where you were standing.

“Oh, sorry.” You unbuttoned the shirt and motioned for him to take it. Looking at you holding out the shirt for him from the mirror, you realized...

This grown man actually wanted you to dress him.

Calm down, Y/N. This is just one of the most beautiful people you’ve ever seen and he’s just wanting you to help him get dressed.

Oh, his back muscles. God.

You were acting like you’re touching toxic waste when you were really touching this masterpiece sent by the gods to mankind. He shrugged to fully wear the shirt but turned around to face you.

Oh, hell no. Does he want me to button his shirt now?

And you did. You did the first button successfully even with all the nerves on your body on high alert at this close proximity. He finished buttoning his shirt as he chuckled, looking at you while he was doing it.

“Y/N, always button dress shirts from the bottom up. Okay?” He said, rolling up his sleeves, as if he’s expecting you to learn from experience and you’re going to have to do it again for him next time.

Oh, I hope there’s a next time. You thought to yourself as you stood there, not knowing what to do with your fingers now.

He looked back at the mirror and brushed his fingers through his hair, exposing his forehead as he licked his lips, wetting it and you swore, he couldn’t have looked any more handsome than he did then.

“Do I look okay?” He asked innocently.

“You do, Jimin-ssi.” You answered with a thumbs-up and a huge grin.

“Oppa…”

“What?”

“Call me Oppa.” He cupped your left cheek with one hand and rubbed this thumb along it before walking out of the bathroom, leaving you with your mouth opening and closing, not knowing if you should or shouldn’t say something. Like a fish.

You walked out of the bathroom after him, seeing him walk out of his office again.

You didn’t know how much his hands were shaking after being so close to you.

“Calm down, Jimin. It’s just her. Pull yourself together.” He thought to himself as he bit his bottom lip to keep it from trembling.

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bluestringss · 2 years

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I'm writing this at around 2am, almost 3. I couldn't sleep. I'm in a stranger's condominium unit with my relatives. It was supposed to be a staycation and a treat for my aunt and uncle. I'm just a plus one. Not actually writing about this.

For the last three months, I have been working on our book series--proofreading, counter checking, and all the necessities for textbook creation. Honestly, not all that. I've been only doing what I have been doing for that last four years in the job. Except, I have more responsibilities now. Being a Production Editor made so much difference. I still feel like an Editorial Assistant. I miss being an EA but I like being a PE.

Since last October, I have been seriously talking about leaving my current job and look for a higher paying one. I have financial obligations. But somehow, I couldn't bring myself to look for a full-time job (been searching for part-time ones every now and then). I always give excuses which makes me think, "Do I love my job?".

Scrolling through my Instagram Stories Archive, I found my answer. I had posted the screenshot below on my IG Story.

I grew up with barely knowing what I like. I have a strong opinion on my dislikes but I can't really say what I like out loud.

2018 happened. I switched jobs for my sanity. The current job gradually became my comfort zone. My colleagues and bosses let me adjust in my pace. I don't know if they knew. But I was in a bad shape mentally and emotionally. It took me a while to adjust but I did.

The thing is working on a publishing house has been my dream job (but I never said it out loud because I was scared). Being accepted into one was an answered (unspoken) prayer. I didn't know what it'll be doing. But I was eager to learn.

Three years into the job, my immediate boss left and I got promoted with her and our supervisor's recommendation. I guess I was fit enough for the title of a Production Editor.

Working on a publishing house is time-consuming, especially during printing and reprinting season. It is overwhelming, stressful, and draining. This has been what I have been feeling for a few weeks now. Two months ago I was still going out and catching up with friends in between deadlines. But right now, I felt like I have to reserve all my energy for my deadlines. I also have to work on weekends.

This brings me back to what late actor Kim Joohyuk said on one episode of 2 Days and 1 Night Season 3. If you're doing something you like, despite the exhaustion, it'll be hard for you to quit.

I don't think I'll quit anytime soon although I keep saying this to my friends. For the first time, I found something that I really love. It's hard to let this go.

But I'm scared that if I stay longer, I'm letting opportunities go because I chose to stay in my comfort zone. I'm worried that I should be doing something else that could really help me be contented, I wasn't just looking. I'm worried that I'm wasting my life in this job. But really though, how stable is it outside of this job?

Also, I am well-aware my English is not really good. How am I still on this job? I'm good at pretending (and I work really hard). But I'm working on it so when the time of me leaving this job comes, I'm prepared and confident

It's 3:30 am and I'm still wide awake. Is my insomnia back?

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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Million Dollar Man | Chapter Four

18+

summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Content warnings: sugar daddy!spencer, age gaps (14 years), daddy kink, blow jobs, kissing, discussion of previous sexual relationships with older men (big age gaps), kink talks, cum play, praise, oral (female receiving), fingering, 69ing... its really dirty i hope i got it all

word count: 3.8k

a/n: updates on Wednesdays and Saturdays

Chapter Four | Masterlist

Waking up beside Spencer is an absolute blessing, he is the most tender and loving man in the whole world and she’s never going to get enough of him. He snuggles so tight, he holds her just right and he’s just big enough that she fits against him like she’s always supposed to have been there.

Her alarm goes off at 10:30 and he doesn’t even budge, she struggles to get out of his grasp to turn it off before he just pulls her right back in.

“I could get used to this,” she coo’s as she relaxes back into his embrace.

He kisses the back of her neck and one of his hands cups her breast. He runs his nose along her skin as he takes it all in, “I can come back every night.”

“Okay,” she smiles at the thought. “Are you coming with me to Brookfield today?”

He hums, “I have something to pick up first but I’ll be back to pick you up.”

“Do you want to meet Craig?” She asks nervously, knowing he knows.

“I’m not sure,” he’s honest. “It’s weird thinking he’s slept with you and he has a thing for my mother.”

“As weird as it was, I don’t regret it, he was really lonely after Patsy died and hadn’t slept with anyone in years,” she explains it again to him, it’s easier than the first time.

“I’m not judging you,” he whispers before kissing her again.

“I know,” she rolls over while still in his grip, pressing her chest against his and kissing him quickly before remembering her own rule, “pretend it’s still dark out.”

He laughs, “was he at least good to you?”

“Are you really asking me if the old man I fucked was good in bed?” She rolls her eyes with a laugh, “it was fine, I was used to just laying there and taking it back then.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes for her past experiences knowing he can change them and that she's content with them, “can I make it up to you?”

“It's not my birthday,” she teases him once more.

“Then why are you in your birthday suit?” He kisses her neck as her back arches, giving him the access to do whatever he pleased.

This was her favourite part of sleeping with him, he was handsy and he kissed everywhere. He was so tentative, he was gentile and sensual and she loved him. The way he kissed her body, his hands on her back as she arched, grinding against him as his leg slipped between hers.

“Daddy?” She’s already breathless as she anticipates whatever he’s going to do to her.

He hums, “what baby?”

“Can we try something?” She looks at him with puppy dog eyes, wanting more of him and knowing exactly how to get it.

“What?” He looks from her eyes to her lips and back.

She smirks, “lay back?”

He does as she asks and she makes a quick move to straddle him, reverse cowgirl, and it makes him gasp. He hooks his arms under her legs and pulls her hips towards his face as she grips his cock at the base.

She’s never done this before, excited to finally experience her two favourite things at once, with her favourite person. Taking him in one go down her throat as far as she can, he moans against her thigh as he works his way towards her dripping core.

He pulls her in closer, burying his tongue inside of her as she swirls her tongue around the head of his cock, stroking what doesn’t fit in her mouth. She moans around him as he sucks her clit into his mouth. When he slides a finger into her, she gasps as she runs her tongue along the shaft, “more please, daddy?”

He adds a second finger and curls it with each thrust, she strokes him in time with his fingers rubbing her tongue on the slit, pushing him closer and closer and closer until he’s moaning into her cunt as he finger fucks her relentlessly.

She cums on his face with a quake, her whole body shaking as she sucks one of his balls into her mouth and keeps jerking him. He cums over her hand then, finally releasing her clit from his mouth, they both sigh as they come down from their highs.

She rolls off him, feet on her pillow and hand cupping her own breast as she tries to catch her breath, “yeah, I can get used to waking up next to you.”

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“Bullshit!”

Y/N reaches for the apparent 3 4’s that Craig dropped in the pile, filling them to see he was indeed truthful and handing them to Diana. “You’re slacking today.”

“I do so much better when I don’t know who he is,” Diana smirks as she takes the cards.

“Speaking of,” she smiles to herself as she looks through her own cards, “your son, Spencer, is coming to see you today.”

“How do you know that?”

“I might be dating Spencer,” she scrunches her face in anticipation of her reaction.

“Really?”

She nods, a smile building on her face as she starts to feel a bit flustered, “yeah, I met him last year and we’ve been friends for a while but it’s getting serious, so I thought I’d tell you.”

She’s quiet as she thinks about it and Y/N’s anxiety goes to full blast, “I’m so sorry.”

“Why?” Diana asks.

“For not telling you and pretending I don’t know him,” she's quick with her response. “He knows we know each other from your notes but we didn’t talk about it until last night, I feel so bad keeping that from you but I've known him the whole time.”

“I was going to introduce you to each other in the hopes you would take care of him, you’re wonderful and he needs someone who he doesn’t have to look after. I’ve thought you would be good for him for quite a while actually,” Diana compliments her with a smile. “Try calling bullshit on that.”

It makes her laugh, leaning over into Diana’s space as she wrapped her arms around Y/N, “well as good as I am to him, he’s even better to me.”

Holding Diana was nice, she missed her moms so much that it was a good substitute until she saw her own again.

“How did you meet?”

Y/N pulls back with a stutter, “uh, well we met online actually and he took me to dinner and we got to talking and we’ve been really good friends for a while, he uh, he’s the reason I’m getting my book published.”

“Really?” She blinks a few times the way Spencer does when he tries to absorb information.

She wasn’t dumb, she knew her son had money and he was a lot older than her and that meeting on the internet isn’t as innocent as it sounds.

“He’s my best friend.”

She smiles again, “that’s the key to a successful relationship.”

Craig was quiet the whole time, staring at his cards and drinking his water while they talked. “For what it’s worth,” he adds, “I think he’s lucky to have you, you’re a good woman.”

Y/N’s so busy looking at Craig with a smile that she doesn’t notice Spencer walk-in or the way Diana gleams at him. He walks up behind her and rests his chin on her shoulder, “Hey, pretty woman.”

She jumps slightly before laughing, he wraps his arms around her and kisses her cheek quickly, “hey mom,” he makes his way from Y/N to Diana.

Hugging her quickly before coming to sit beside Y/N again, he notices Craig too and waves, “nice to meet you as well, sir.”

She analyzes his face as he looks at Craig, worried that he’s going to go full alpha male and start a fight or something crazy like her old boyfriends would. But he smiles and he’s calm, he holds her hand and they play another few rounds of cards and it's like they’ve all been friends for years.

Visiting hours are about to come to an end when Spencer finally brings it up, “how would you feel if I moved to LA for a little while?”

She’s really confused, “are you getting a transfer at work?”

“No, Y/N has a job offer and I’d like to go with her,” he’s honest with his mom, it’s easier than with anyone else. “I’ll travel here whenever you need me, and once a week just to say hello.”

“Or I can finally go back to Vegas,” she says it like she’s been thinking about it for a while. “I miss my friends and my sister, Spencer.”

“And I’m thinking about moving there as well so my pneumonia isn’t as bad this winter,” Craig adds, sitting closer to Diana than before and taking her hand.

Spencer looks very uncomfortable and Y/N can feel it radiating off him, “my moms are also in Vegas, it would be nice for all of you to be close.”

“I think that would be nice,” Spencer agrees, “and then we can just take a short trip to Vegas once a week to visit with you.”

“That would be lovely,” Diana smiles, “even on my bad days I don’t forget who Craig is to me, I know he’s my best friend in here and I’m really glad you’re comfortable with this.”

Spencer smiles, it’s awkward for him to know everything that he knows, and by the way Craig looks at him, he knows Spencer knows.

“Please, just take care of her,” is all Spencer has to say to him. “I’ve already been to prison once.”

“Spencer,” Diana scolds him while trying not to laugh at the absurdity.

“I’m kidding,” he smiles, “I’m happy that you’re happy.”

“It’s only taken us 30 years,” she reaches out a hand for Spencers, “but we did it.”

It’s a beautiful moment that Y/N gets to witness, she holds a hand to her heart as Spencer wraps his arms around his mom. She was doing amazing, she was happy and even happier that Spencer was happy.

“We did it,” Spencer agrees, holding her close, always a mama’s boy at heart.

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They stop at his apartment on the way home, he needed some things for the next 2 days and his suitcase for this weekend. His apartment was always so dark and cold, the green was beautiful but it was far too sad. It didn’t feel like Spencer, it didn’t have his energy or personality, it was just a few walls and a bunch of books.

She sits on his couch and touches her necklace, remembering when he gave it to her and how she thanked him. He was rummaging around in his room without her, leaving her with time to just think about sucking him off on this couch, being between his legs, the feeling of him in her mouth, knowing she already had him this morning but she still wants him again.

She gets up from her seat and walks into his bedroom, pushing him up against the wall, he’s a little startled but he smirks, “what?”

“Is there a word for ravenous for dick?” She teases.

“Horny,” he responds with a giggle, “ovulating? Frustrated, deprived, desperate... slut.”

“I like the last 2 together.”

“What else do you like?” He whispers as she leans in to brush their noses together, “we’ve never discussed your needs, you’ve always just asked about mine, but this isn’t all about me.”

“It was when you were paying me,” she rationalizes, “I’m pretty basic, I’ll try anything once.”

“But what do you like the most?”

“You,” she’s honest. “How big you are for one, the fact you can just throw me around like a rag doll if you wanted… I like your hands, and your mouth and I like how you talk, I like how sweet you are, I like how we could do the dirtiest fucking things in the whole world with each other. I like that we could do the roughest, kinkiest and most intense scenes and yet I’m completely safe with you.”

He swallows and his Adam's apple bobs right in her view, she can’t help herself from kissing his neck, licking along the pulse point before sucking a deep purple mark into his skin, “what do you like besides me?”

“Praise,” she whispers.

“Good girl.”

“Mild degradation,” she kisses his neck again and starts to unbutton his shirt. “Spanking, raw missionary and messy kisses,” every new thing comes with a kiss as her hands reach down to palm him through his slacks, “pleasing my partner, knowing you get off to me, watching, being watched, belonging to you.”

He takes her chin in his hands and makes her look up at him, “in what sense?”

“Mark me, claim me, breed me,” she whispers and his eyes darken, she swears there is a growl that leaves his throat.

“I want everyone to know I’m yours, show everyone who I belong to, let everyone know only you can please me and show them that no one is better for me than my daddy.”

“You’re evil saying all this knowing I'm not going to fuck you yet,” his voice has never been this low, his eyes are black and the grip he has on her is so tight it makes her gasp.

“You asked,” she smirks, “and if you expect me to be an obedient little submissive, you’re very wrong. "

He gulps and the mood changes very quickly.

"I’m a brat and I’m a switch, and I have more control here than you do.” She tightens her grip around his cock and he whimpers, “that’s what I thought.”

She undoes his button and takes him out, licking her palm while making eye contact with him, she then wraps her hand around him and pumps up and down his shaft. Gathering his precum that’s collected from simply listening to her, his hand on her chin had made its way into her hair and his other grips her hip tighter than ever before.

“I want to fuck all day long,” she whispers, leaning in more and brushing her bottom lip against his, “I want you to come and find me when you’re bored and just bend me over and take me, I want to just sit on your lap while to read and ride you, I want to fall asleep with you deep inside me and wake up full of your cum.”

He tosses his head back against the wall, groaning as she slows her movements. She drags her hand up, squeezing at the head as he thrusts back into her hand, all she can think about is how good it’s going to be when he’s pushing inside of her, not just in her fist.

“Does it feel good, daddy?” She teases him again, “are you thinking about my tight little pussy? Hmm?”

“Gonna cum,” he whispers.

“I don’t think that's how you ask.”

His hips sputter as he fucks her hand, “please, mommy?”

It’s so unexpectedly hot she clenches around nothing, aching for him with how horny she is, she drops to the floor, wrapping her mouth around the head, he cums within seconds. She pumps every last drop onto her tongue before standing and connecting their mouths once more, swapping his cum back into his own mouth, but he doesn’t swallow.

He simply picks her up and tosses her onto the bed, pulling her jeans and panties down and off one leg to expose her dripping pussy. He lifts her hips and spreads her open, running a finger over her clit before spitting his own cum into her.

It’s such a sight, she gasps at the feeling. It’s so hot and wet and then he’s pushing it in with two fingers and fucking them into her. Rubbing her clit at the same time, she cums by surprise, it’s so intense all she can do is grip her breasts and wrap her legs around him for support. She trembles, moaning and whining as he keeps going, curling his fingers just right to rub her g-spot and keep the sensation roaring as long as she lets him.

She lives in the feeling as long as possible before it starts to get to be too much, “okay,” she’s breathless and exhausted, lying there with her eyes closed when he pulls his fingers out of her, falling asleep from how relaxed her whole body is.

—

Spencer was in her bathroom brushing his teeth for the night while she slipped into her PJs.

She felt giddy, like a kid on Christmas Eve, thinking about how exciting tomorrow would be that the prospect of sleeping seemed almost impossible. She couldn’t wait to hold him and snuggle him and feel the way he kisses her shoulder when he rolls over. She loves him so much that sleeping beside him is almost more important to her than anything else they do together.

Because when he sleeps, his guard is down. When he sleeps beside someone, it’s because he’s truly and fully safe with them. He’s told her about all the people he’s slept with, how many of them didn’t stay the night and how many he’s walked out on. She knows he’s not a fan of sleepovers from his childhood and he’s never been in a long-term relationship to even consider sharing a bed with someone before her.

In the beginning, he didn’t want to sleep beside her because he knew he’d catch feelings, she understood and so they bought a pull-out couch for her apartment. He would sleep in her living room and she would lay awake in her bed thinking about how much better it would be if she could cuddle with him until she drifted off to sleep.

She crawls into her bed and watches the bathroom door as she rubs hand lotion into her skin, hoping he actually comes back to her like he promised and doesn’t retreat to the living room. She smiles at him when the door opens and his sight goes right to her wrists as she smoothes the lotion over her skin.

“I forgot to give you your present today,” he gasps and rushes to his suit jacket in the closet.

He comes back to bed with another box, “how much jewellery are you going to buy me?”

“Two more of the gifts are jewellery,” he smiles as he opens the box for her.

It’s a silver bracelet with diamonds and Rubys in a heart shape, like the necklace in pretty woman turned into a bracelet. It’s so pretty she doesn’t know how to react, “you’re crazy, you know that?”

He nods with a smile, “crazy for you.”

“Don’t,” she raises her brows with her pointer finger raised, shushing him. “You know what being all lovey-dovey does to me, and I'm tired.”

It makes him laugh, “I’m just going to leave this on the dresser.”

She takes it from him and stops him from getting up, “no, I’ll just leave it on here, just get into bed, please?” She moves it to her night table and pulls the sheets back so he can get into bed with her. She turns off the lamp on her night table and watches him lay back on his side of the bed.

She snuggles into his chest and places her face in the crook of his neck. Holding him as close as humanly possible, he smells like home and safety.

“I love you so much, Spencer,” she whispers it, feeling very needy and emotional and she has no idea why.

He simply kisses the top of her head while soothing his hand over her back, “I love you just as much, Y/N.”

It was rare for them to use each other's real names, so much of their time together was spent in silence but when it wasn’t, they referred to each other with a long list of different pet names. It made it less personal, it kept their real lives separate and created a world where they just existed with each other.

A world where he wasn’t Spencer Reid with 3 PH.D.s, a drug problem and a sick mother. When he was with her he was just a guy who liked to explore. He was her buddy who took her to museums and concerts, he was her daddy who held her hand when they walked to the park together to play chess, he was her sweetheart on nights when he cried and needed some love.

Tonight he’s just Spencer.

He’s everything he’s been before and nothing like his old self all at the same time. He’s constantly having a breakthrough, he’s broken through ceilings of grief and trauma, grown past the names he’s been called and adjusted to the fact this is how his life is and he's not as evil as he thinks he is.

He’s happy and content. He’s so much different now than how he was when she met him and while he likes to thank her for that, he always had the power to get here. It was a long road to recovery, he just happened upon her on the path and brought her along for the journey and now she’s never going to leave him.

“Are you crying?” He asks, bringing her back to reality to notice that yes, she is indeed crying.

She nods and sniffles, wiping her tears with his t-shirt. “I’m sorry, I’m just tired.”

“Hey,” he pets her hair and waits for her to look up at him. “What do you say when I apologize for crying?”

“Don’t apologize, your feelings are important to feel so you can move past them,” she whispers the mantra her parents raised her on, something that really helped him.

“I'm not crying because I’m hurting,” she whispers. “I’m crying because you’re not anymore.”

“What?”

She realizes it comes out weird, “I’m proud of you, and I’m happy that I get to love you now.”

“How long have you loved me?” There’s a small sadness in his voice like he wishes he could have moved faster for her.

“Since you told me you’d help me get my book published just for going to museums with you,” she whispers, “because you saw me as talented and worthy of greatness and you wanted to help me succeed instead of wanting to pay me to suck your dick in a more legal way.”

“I was in it for a friend,” he’s said it before, “it was easier to pay someone to hang out with me than stumble across someone who would understand me this well.”

“I can’t imagine you just going to a park and striking up conversations with someone,” she laughs, “I think it was just meant to happen like this.”

He sighs, “I’d do it again.”

“What?” She’s too tired and sad to follow his train of thought.

“I’d go through all the pain and trauma again, exactly the same way if it brings me right back here. Right to you.”

She pulls back from his neck and connects her lips to his faster than ever before, kissing him deeply as she cries again.

“I love you,” she whispers against his lips between kisses, he whispers it right back.

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DNP Rewatch: British Guy Reviews the WILDEST American Cereals!

Date video was published: 08/12/2021 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 445

Actually shocked Phil had never made a fully-cereal-themed video before this.

0:00 - looking fantastic in that suit

0:10 - just because he can I guess. I still have questions though. also enjoyed Dan teasing him about only wearing pyjamas

0:26 - his tier ranking with “the only correct opinion” label of course. he is wrong about rice krispies

0:59 - new dishes and silverware they got for the new house?

1:04 - I am slightly concerned about how much cereal he eats regularly

1:09 - I’m sad that we lost the previous vase-glass. I’m guessing it was part of the furnishings that belonged to the old flat

1:13 - nooooo, you can’t put ice in milk it waters it down and is just not good 🤢

1:18 - so easily distracted

1:29 - you can’t just say that and then not expand on that story!

1:46 - I’m so used to all the sound editing in Phil’s videos, it just kinda blends in because it works so well how he does it. I just had a thought that it would be so strange to watch a Phil video with all the sound effects removed

1:58 - “much like me” I’m sorry, what? I don’t know exactly what this Dan tweet was in response to, but this is not the first time Phil taking a bath in cereal has been a thing, haha

2:16 - none of those descriptions are appealing

2:23 - “like gay Tuesday” 😂

2:45 - Phil’s editing in this one is particularly great and very much his style

2:54 - there’s the “number” inserts back and similar to the last video

3:01 - you can’t just insert DAPG clips, Phil! 😭

3:37 - okay, this one looks kinda good and I want to try it

4:00 - I’m laughing at that being the reason Phil knows what Eggos are. guess they’re not as popular outside the US

4:18 - the expressions on Phil’s face as he pulls out each bag of cereal are great 😂

4:33 - just throwing the box on the floor I guess. I don’t want to know how big of a mess that room was when he was done filming this

4:52 - he is into this one

5:09 - just some casual chats amidst the cereal eating

5:27 - wow a fireworks effect and everything. this video is just making me hungry now

5:42 - yeah he’s been pouring pretty large portions for just a taste-test

5:48 - um. 😳 interlude story-time

5:51 - near the end of July, they did the filming for Hometown Showdown. Also, there was this tweet from Dan and this tweet from Phil around that same time, which 🥺. He had teased filming something outside of London and then they were spotted filming in Rawtenstall on July 22 (Dan hop 😊) which led to so much speculation as to what they were up to; it was fun. Phil did not help with his hints here or the emoji hints or Insta story either, haha.

5:56 - he had shared this hotel “art” as an Insta story too

6:16 - why did he feel the need to share this out of everything from his past month 😂

6:30 - I mean, I am laughing at Phil’s re-telling of this story

6:53 - of course he went for the caramel macchiato one

7:23 - yeah I want to eat this one too. Phil could have gotten a cereal spon

7:29 - “do I need to talk to someone” well... this is not the first time he refers to many inanimate objects as “boys” although I’m not sure if it being something he’s eating makes it better or worse

7:39 - jesus christ that reference

7:59 - “I feel like I just saw god, and he was drinkin’ a cup of coffee” there are some fantastic Phil one-liners in this

8:35 - ...are those not just the colors of the II tour branding? 😂

8:49 - dropping the cereal he just grabbed and touched to his nose right back into the bag

9:22 - that is too many flavors at once

9:32 - more random thoughts with Phil. I love it

9:55 - always with his pointer finger sticking out when holding a bowl or glass

10:22 - still finishing it though!

10:29 - oh, honest and personal Phil again. the next month, he did post more Instagram grid photos - from a fancy night at the Dorchester hotel, an art exhibit, and with Freja. 🥺

10:51 - he looks so good

11:05 - really is a cereal for everything

11:30 - the deadpan “I ate a few” 😂

12:08 - almost went full flappy-hands there but it was just a little one

12:46 - his face when he notices the pig is missing!! the golden pig fight was such a great running gag. I love how much they played-up it up (1, 2)

12:58 - and then the shorts with suit jacket. I am cackling

13:14 - of course. he loves combining all the flavors of things for some reason

13:29 - I don’t know why he expected that to be good...

13:57 - forgot he mentioned dizziness even casually here. before he talks about that issue more in his next video

The composition of this video is so weird? But it works somehow. It vaguely has some vibes of an old-school Phil vlog - where he is doing something that is in the title but also casually talking about his life a bit. Also Dan decided to go full simp and promote this video too.

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mp100fanworkstranslation · 3 years

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Better than when you found it -PART 1-

A Complete Doujinshi by Maruta

This book was published in 2016, and currently out of print. PANELS READ RIGHT TO LEFT

-Flashback-

We’ve got an overnight job?

Yep

It’s an apartment. According to the landlady, no tenant has lasted for more than three days. We’re going to stay there and look into what’s going on with the place.

The tenants talked about seeing an evil spirit, but it could just as well be a curse. The other tenants are spooked as well.

Anyway, this Friday after dinner, all staff will gather at the office and we will head out to the site.

-The Present-

Reigen stands at the door fiddling with the keys: Eh !?

Hurry up and open the door!

Master..

Ah, I’ve got our things

Okay, I’ve gotten the door open, Mob, you can go on ahead

Okay

Ugh...

Reigen: Before we go in, I want to go over a few things we should all be aware of. Our onsite investigation here will last three days and two nights....

Anything we do, we do in pairs. We have a strong team, and I don’t think we’ll have a problem, but we still have to take the utmost care to avoid being possessed by the evil spirit that resides here.

Also, no one will hog the bathroom....or any other part of the unit,

Alright then!

Let’s go Mob! You’re Up!

Mob: Oh... It’s me again...

Serizawa: Mr Reigen, should you not be the one to enter first, since you’re our......

Reigen: Okay, Okay....

Mob says as he enters the room: Sorry to disturb.....

Mob: Wow, this is cleaner than I expected.

Reigen: I think the movers did a thorough job. It’s far cleaner than my place to be honest.

Ekubo: Why are you telling us this? It’s not like we’ve ever been there.

Reigen: Yeah, It’s a corner unit, It’s got a bathroom separate from the shower, and rents for 200 dollars a month.

Serizawa thinks: This is a really nice unit. It’s a shame it’s a Jiko Bukken only 200 dollars a month....

(In Japan, if something bad happens in a house, such as a death, or a murder there’s a belief the space is tainted by the event. So it becomes really difficult to rent the apartment out. Often the ONLY way to rent it out is to offer it super cheap.)

Ekubo and Mob thinks: There’s something here....

There’s a click as Ekubo opens a closet

Ekubo: Huh? There’s a folding bed here.

He looks at Mob

Ekubo: So... Are we all going to fight over the single bed?

Reigen: No, Mob, you take it.

Mob: I’m more comfortable sleeping on a floor futon. Maybe Ekubo or Mr Serizawa can decide? Rock paper scissors?

Ekubo vs Serizawa, Rock Paper Scissors.

After many MANY rounds, there is no winner so they decide all sleep on the floor. Reigen is setting the alarm clock.

Mob thinks: It feels like a school trip for some reason, without the part where we talk about crushes. The others are all grown men.

Reigen: Hey we should tell fun stories!

Serizawa: Yeah!

Reigen: You go first Mob! You’re the youngest.

Mob thinks: Eh... what? Why am I always going first?

Mob thinks: Something fun.....

Mob: When I was little, there was a takoyaki stand at the intersection near my house. Me and my brother often went there together.

We were very small then, but I still remember it clearly.

Tiny Mob: Takoyaki!

Tiny Ritsu: Ya-ki

Mother: You want some?

Mother gives Ritsu some money.

Mother: Here, take this. Don’t lose it. Split it with your brother.

Ritsu: ~kay

Mother: RITSU WAIT..WAIT

No, not like that! That’s not how you split it!

Mob: That was the first time Ritsu got yelled at. I think it traumatized him, because he wouldn’t use paper money for a long time.

All the Adults: ITS SO CUTE (Look at these dudes, overcome with the cuteness, haha)

Ekubo: Haha, never thought Ritsu would have a story like that. I thought he just liked coins so he could flick them at people. He seems the type.

Mob: Actually, I recently got a wallet for him for bills. He accepted it but looked somewhat horrified.

Ritsu: Th....Thank you brother. Mob thinks: Please don’t take this the wrong way.

Ekubo: Okay, it’s my turn! Mine’s also about Ritsu!

Serizawa thinks: Looks like a Ritsu bashing session is starting

-Elsewhere, Ritsu loses it-

Ekubo: He slipped on the ice outside of that new pharmacy, and was just flailing around for like nine or ten minutes.

Everybody is laughing.

Some time passes and Reigen notices that it’s almost midnight.

Reigen: Okay everyone, we should call it a day.

He burrows into his pillow and tries to sleep, but the others are still talking....

and talking...... and talking.....

GO TO SLEEP! -He throws a pillow into everyone’s faces.

This is one of Reigen’s special moves, where he accurately pitches a pillow into the faces of multiple opponents at once, shutting them up simultaneously.

(This doujinshi came out before the OVA, where he tries to start a pillow fight. Impressive that the author called it.)

Ekubo: WHAT THE HELL!

Reigen: WE HAVE TO GO TO SLEEP NOW

Ekubo: WHY CAN’T YOU JUST TUNE US OUT AND SLEEP YOURSELF!

Reigen: ARE YOU KIDDING? YOU GUYS ARE SO LOUD

Serizawa: Um....Let...Lets please stop fighting.

As Serizawa attempts to break them up, a shadow creeps along the wall behind him.

Some time passes and everyone is asleep. Reigen is smoking on the balcony. The door opens behind him.

Reigen: So... are you also the type that has trouble falling asleep on an unfamiliar pillow?

Serizawa: N..No... I’m just feeling a little too excited to sleep.

Mr Reigen, you smoke? -ah no, I don’t want one.-

Reigen: Yeah, I have one now and then. I don’t smoke when Mob is around.

Serizawa: Um..... I.....

I....I’m really happy about today.

Reigen: eh?

Serizawa: For a long time, was convinced that a real job would be too much for me. The stress, the pressure, the fatigue. That I’d always have something to complain about. I thought that was what it would be like....

-Claw out in public-

Serizawa: In many ways, my time at Claw was interesting....but now Kageyama senpai is my friend, and also my superior. Mr. Reigen is the boss. Ekubo is the first friendly spirit I’ve ever met.

But.....

Serizawa: This is the first time I’ve ever had an outing with people that I could call my friends. I..... Im so happy, I don’t know how to express that.

(Again, this book came out 2 years before the OVA)

It’s unprofessional, I know. I.... I guess I still have a lot to learn.

It’s nice isn’t it? Don’t sweat it... you’re one of us.

Serizawa: TH..THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

Reigen: Heh... it’s fine now, though you might want to tone down that excitement if we’re out in public.

-The Next Day-Things start getting serious.

To be continued-

This comic is about 30 pages and will be translated in parts. Check the table of contents for updates.

I love this comic. Team Spirits and Such is four dudes that are lonely in their own different ways, and it’s so great to see them just do stuff together, hang out and just be the friends that they all so desperately need.

#Mp100 #mob psycho 100 #ekubo #serizawa #reigen arataka #Reigen #shigeo kageyama #serizawa katsuya #Ritsu

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hargrieve’s fic recs – march

thank you @ravenclawboys for a bunch of great recs!

this month I am reading ✨ art fic ✨ — the kind of writing that squeezes the breath from you and makes you bawl with the way it quietly, devastatingly reaches inside and tugs. on the other hand, i’ve also read a lot of fic that is lighthearted and sweet and fun. so from now on I’m going to be sorting these by fandom as well as genre! hope it helps you find something new (and wonderful) to read. as usual, ships are all over the place: i think that every single one of these features a diff pairing lmao

FANDOMS: HAIKYUU!!

beautiful long one-shots that made me cry:

hiraeth by @skiecas

kagehina; rated Gen; 30k words; 1/1

karasuno first-years in their third year, a month before their graduation

lots of talking about the present and future; lots of pining but they don’t realize they’re pining

made me kind of sad and reflective to be honest but that’s the mark of a good fic, right

I wish to live in a world by hatsuna

sakuatsu with komori pov; rated T+; 25k words; 1/1

komori’s perspective of sakuatsu relationship from high school to college/v.league. canon and timeskip compliant. hoshiumi cameo!

komori motoya’s perspective on growing up and watching other people fall in love and loneliness and volleyball as a way of living

when I say this fic made me cry, I mean that it made me lie in bed and SOB for ten minutes. holy shit (maybe I projected too hard) completely worth reading, especially if you love komori motoya as much as I do

venus 金星 planet of love series by fatal

kunimi/kageyama; rated M; varying lengths but 28k total; 3 fics, series complete

timeskip kunikage, fwb but they are kind of in love. past sakusa/kunimi in the second part

actually this is a series and they are all published separately. the first one is fairly short and the next two are longer

in which ao3 user fatal ripped out my heart and didn’t give it back. I keep saying this for every fic but I really, really mean it when I say this writing is breathtaking and spectacular and devastating. if you are in the mood for kunikage Angst with capital A, I cannot recommend this enough

it was 3:30 am and I sobbed through this fic in bed. didn’t think it was possible to cry so hard over a metaphor. if you read this and want to talk about it my DMs are open. PLEASE I am desperate to talk to anybody about it oh my god

gorgeous shorter one-shots:

birdcatcher, starcatcher by daedalust

hirugami/hoshiumi; not rated; 3k words; 1/1

soft and tender hiruhoshi, the difficulties they each deal with, and how they help each other through them

gorgeous writing and beautiful bird metaphors

i may be talkin’ out of place by harvestingrice

kita shinsuke/sawamura daichi; rated Gen; 2k words; 1/1

kita and daichi encounter each other in tokyo the night after the inarizaki loss

super underrated fic; def recommend bc it is short and introspective

say tomorrow doesn’t come by rooted

ushijima/sakusa; rated T+; 3k words; 1/1

eight years of snapshots of the yearning in the relationship between sakusa and ushijima

ushijima’s “complete and uncomplicated love”

not a long fic but every single word is there for a purpose. so, so beautiful

lighter fics I enjoyed very much:

fingertip pushups by asynchrony

koganegawa-centric; rated Gen; 2k words; 1/1

koganegawa tries to improve himself and talks to his teammates :)

literally the cutest thing i want to give koganegawa a hug so bad

Come On Home by @prideandpre-judas

osayama; rated T+; 10k words; 2/2

this is a sequel to this fic, which I recommended last month!

domestic osayama + atsuhina crumbs + krsn first-years

very enjoyable and dynamics impeccable again :)

Hot Girl Shit by Systemic

suna/komori + side sakuatsu; rated Gen; 3k words; 1/1

timeskip texting/social media fic in which suna and komori try to get sakusa and atsumu together

dumbasses who are bad at communication + lots of kaomoji usage that made me smile

No Big Deal by sifuhotman

akagi michinari/ginjima hitoshi; rated T+; 14k words; 1/1

part of subtle inarizaki things series, which I recommended last month

akagi and gin are roommates who boink!

if you follow me on twitter, you know that I am a MASSIVE akagi michinari fan. I am simply spreading akagin agenda over here too on tumblr dot com

other chapter fic & series i’ve recommended before that have been updated:

miserability — tsukkiyama

Unfortunately No (But Actually Yes) — tananoya. they just wrapped this one up and there’s a side one-shot in the series!

my fic (feels weird to boost my own fic whoops)

come on and jump (i dare you) — akagin

I still have no idea if people actually look at these posts! I know I say this every single month but if I can get even one person to read one of these fics, then it feels like a success :) FIC WRITERS DESERVE SO MUCH RECOGNITION

i’m more active on twitter if you ever want to talk about fic

give me a rec (you can even bump your own fic!)

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#kagehina #sakuatsu #komori motoya #kunikage #hiruhoshi #daikita #ushisaku #koganegawa kanji #osayama #sunakomo #akagin #tsukkiyama #tananoya #hargrieve's fic recs #mine

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sunseteyes · 3 years

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FLUFFVEMBER DAY 30: KENMA KOZUME

prompt: random questions at 1am (prompts are by @jojosmilktea)

word count: 1,414 words | themes: gen!reader. comfort fluff? domestic! pre-established relationship

tags: @kacchanori @chickynn @todominica @sparkleswritings @brinthie @patricia-ceballos @giyuus-wife @bitchtrynafck @astrxrism @animatedarchives @deephasoceanmagic @strawberrysalwa @kawaiinishii @moonlightaangel @mrs-kuroojinguji @meliorist-midoriya @pandabobachan

rv: entirely self-indulgent. this is my routine at nightㄟ(￣▽￣ㄟ) plus, i first wrote this at 1am hehehe. also, if you guys want a song inspo listen to dreamy night by lilypichu it fits this fic so well!! also, thank you so much for supporting me all throughout my fluffvember! aaa i’m never doing anything like this again but instead maybe an event that posts every atleast 2 days?? heheh. i may have grew exhausted at least more than once but this was fun! please do look forward to my future events~ i love you all~ although speaking of kenma i’ll have an smau for him comin up!

✒︎ unspoken rule

kenma was sleeping when he heard the muffled noises that eventually became the cause of his consciousness, pulling him into the wake world with his eyes landing on you, your phone held up to your face as the light from the gadget reflected on your irises; eyes wide open, indicating that you have been focusing on whatever you were doing on the screen.

obviously from the sounds though, kenma could rule out that you were playing your favorite game—mobile legends, probably. he wasn't much of a fan of that game since he knows and likes the others more, but since it was the only game you and him mutually could play, he frequently lets you indulge him to play with you. he also knows that the only reason you might be playing as of the moment is because you couldn't sleep, just like usual.

however, his eyes were already giving up and he let the sounds from your game lull him again to sleep, pulling him in the dream world where his unconsciousness settles him in and tucks him in a fantasy that he might not even remember the moment he opens his eyes.

it was 1AM when he was awoken again, which was unlikely of him since he usually wakes up an hour after, and he'll play games from then on. despite that, he forced himself to stay awake when he sees your form, this time in front of your laptop, clearly working on something—probably a schoolwork or a tumblr post you would schedule to be published by tomorrow evening.

he sits up from the bed and he immediately wanted to lay back down again, his body urging him to. still, he raises up a hand to rub on his eyes, hoping to scratch away the sleepiness in his system.

he was half-asleep when he pulls himself to stand and sit on the empty chair next to you—the one he usually occupies whenever he's gaming or doing his livestreams. your chair will only rarely be occupied by you since you do your work outside, where you set-up your laptop and things to do on fresh air, also as a way to not be interrupted by the sounds his switch or keyboard produces whenever he plays.

every night though, is a different story.

kenma knows you are not much of a procastinator and usually does your schoolworks or stuff to do as early as possible—and he actually admires you for that. for him, you were one of the most responsible person he has ever met. however, you have a tendency to pressure yourself to do things as fast as possible, and kenma is here to support you, even if he has to sacrifice one hour of his sleep just to accompany you in your work.

he didn't have to peak on your laptop screen and just pushed his chair next to you, presumably a natural move of his—which it is, anyway. he then raises both of your hand rests so that he can settle himself beside you and lean his head on your shoulder, letting his eyelids close as you merely continued typing away from your laptop.

this is not actually the first time you've attempted to stay up late while doing your schoolworks or other things that could only keep you busy. that's why this is also not the first time he has done this for you and these moments just comes by, as if it was part of your daily routine.

"what are you working on again?" came out kenma's voice, soft and slurred from the drowsiness, but still clear enough for you, who was only inches away from him. he feels you halt your movements, and probably looks at him sideways for a second before continues on with your work.

"i have this event that i'm working on. i was supposed to do this last week but i got piled up by my schoolworks. you should sleep on the bed, ken. aren't you uncomfortable in this position?"

"i'm not," he says almost instantly, situating his head further onto your shoulder. "are you?"

"no, it's fine." there was a pleasantry in your voice that even when his eyes were closed, he knew you were smiling. "this actually feels nice. thanks for accompanying me again."

kenma on the other hand, barely had energy left to form a reaction, but he was still able to speak and mutter out words, nonetheless.

"ask me questions, (y/n). i might fall asleep if you don't."

"hm? isn't it better if you sleep instead? it's alright, y’know. i know you're tired."

"i'm not,” his brows curl and furrow in the slightest, "-just keep me from falling asleep."

"okay, alright, alright." you chuckle lowly, your energy depleted all the same, but seemingly still in a fair mood. he notices you stop your typing and you were humming, as if thinking and pondering deeply.

"what's your moon sign?"

"what's that?" kenma's eyes flufter and he sees you typing away again.

"like-your sun sign in the zodiac is libra right? the moon sign is the sign that you truly are deep inside of you." you say, despite being preoccupied. you're good at multi-tasking like that.

"i don't know what you're talking about." his eyelids closes again as he says the word "next"

"okay, uh-if me and kuroo are drowning, who would you save?"

"you," he says, not even thinking about it. "kuroo knows how to swim and you don't. besides, i'm sure kuroo would be the one saving you before he could even drown."

you let out a chuckle, probably grinning wide despite the straight-up insult he just gave.

"yeah, i think so too. your lazy ass would be ordering kuroo to save me instead, that's what."

he removes himself from your shoulder and opens his eyes to weakly glare at you, a pout on his lips that you had to laugh when you glanced at him sideways.

“what? it’s true.” you giggled and he eventually makes his way back to your shoulder, his silky hair tickling the sides of your face.

"how long are you going to stay up anyway? i'd have to play a game in a few later." he mumbles under his breath, his eyelids probably sliding shut with its desire to sleep.

your typing stops and your head turns his way once again, a hand along its way to reach for his hand, squeezing it ever so gently, "i told you, you could take a nap now. i'd just wake you up later when it's 2 AM."

your reassurance seems to have proven its worth when he lets out a breath that resembles one of a scoff, snuggling a little more on your shoulder, making himself more comfortable.

"head on to the bed, ken. you'll have a stiff neck if you sleep like that."

"i won't."

"hm?" you resumed typing, your focus divided upon kenma and what you were doing previously. you're so used in multitasking, but since you were far more concerned with his well-being, your fingers couldn't even find a way to work out anything with how your mind seemingly can’t form the thoughts you wanted it to do so.

"i won't, i'll stay here. just wake me up on time." he mutters as he drifts off, his breathing stabilizes and his form going slump next to you.

without noticing yourself, a corner of your lip curling up as the words to your work began to come back on your mind, your fingers working its way to type on your computer. you found a little bit of comfort in defiance of the stiffness and exhaustion of your muscles, trying your best not wake the other.

with him there, it was enough. with him beside you, it’s more than just enough.

thus you continued to work, with thoughts of how you’d sleep on kenma’s lap while he’s gaming a little bit later the moment he wakes up. just like usual, even in the difference of your waking states, you two still kept each other company.

despite having no conversation or obligation to do so, it became like an unspoken rule to keep the other from feeling lonely. because even in the darkest of nights and the brightest of days, you're there for him, and he's there for you.

and that alone was enough to go through the day, even at 1AM, where everyone else was sound asleep. at least, you have kenma here, right beside you.

#kenma kozume #kenma x reader #kenma x you #haikyuu x reader #kenma oneshots #fluffvember 2020 #fluffvember

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theroguequeenaniki · 3 years

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Questions 2009 -> 2021

This is from my Facebook. It popped up on my memories page thing. I originally answered this in 2009 when I was 15, it’s now 2021 & and I am 27, so I’m gonna do it again. Leaving the original answers. Original answers will be italicized. Commentary on the original answers in parentheses & crossed out? Lol. (I’m not gonna tag anyone, but, like, I guess if you want to answer these random questions from Facebook 12 years ago, go ahead lol)

Questions

Can you fill this out without lying? You've been tagged, so now you need to answer all the questions HONESTLY. At the end, choose people to tag. Don't forget to tag me so I can see your answers! To do this, copy this entire message, then go to “notes” under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, delete my answers, and type yours. Easy! Next, tag people that you think may enjoy this (in the right hand corner of the app). Click publish (at the bottom). Have fun! :) 1.What was the last thing you put in your mouth? My cup with my Big Red in it The straw to my Kate Spade tumbler to drink my HEB Cola Lol.

2.Where was your profile picture taken? I got it off the internet. it's a random anime girl. My bedroom. 3.Can you play Guitar Hero? Never played it. Probably wouldn't be good at it. Not to good at video games. But I am good at Mario Cart, both 64 and the Wii. plus I'm good at some Sonic games. Still never played it. Idk if I’m any good at Mario Cart or the Sonic games anymore, I haven’t played either in years lol

4.Name someone who made you laugh today? Doctor Who TikTok. My cats.

5.How late did you stay up last night and why? Umm, probably about 10:00 cause it took me forevor to get into bed. Uh..Past 4am. Lol. B/c my sleep schedule is fucked. I was in bed by 3am though, but I was playing games & watching TikToks on my phone. Lol.

6.If you could move somewhere else, would you? Yes. I'd move to either New York or Sweden. I don’t know. Part of me says yes. But part of me says no..b/c even though Texas has it’s faults (a LOT of them), I cannot imagine living anywhere else long-term..

7. Ever been kissed under fireworks? HAHA. Yeah right. I've never even been kissed! Still nope. I have been kissed though. He just didn’t kiss me under the fireworks the one NYE we spent together...

8. Which of your friends lives closest to you? Um, I think R, but D might also. D is accross Stasney from me and R is a couple blocks down (I don’t talk to these people much anymore & I’m not going to share their names on Tumblr) Uh. I think Maybe Raven? B/c they’re the only one who lives in the same city still. But, Sarah might technically be closer distance wise? Hold on. Ok, yeah, Sarah’s closer, even though she doesn’t live in this city anymore.

9. Do you believe exes can be friends? It all depends on the situation.(I totally stold M's answer but it's true) (I don’t talk to this person anymore & I’m not gonna share their name on Tumblr) I mean, yeah. Two of my best friends are each others exes and they’re still friends. I haven’t stayed friend with my ex, but, uh, he ghosted me so? Lol.

10. How do you feel about Dr. Pepper? I love it. I still love it. Lol.

11. When was the last time you cried really hard? I can't remember. I don't think it was that long ago, I had a light cry on Saturday, but I don't remember the last time I cried really hard. When we got back from our trip in July. Had a full on breakdown that night. Overheated all weekend. Overwhelmed. Anxiety. It was not a very good vacation..I cry a lot though.

12. Who took your profile picture? I got it off of google. I did.

13. Who was the last person you took a picture of? Umm, either myself, or one of my family members. Aside from myself. I think my dad, on his phone, b/c there was a cicada on his shoulder and he wanted to ask the family group chat if he could keep it. Lol. I take a LOT of pictures of cats though. Lol.

14. Was yesterday better than today? Hail yes! To much drama today! And I couldn't avoid it cause I was in the middle of it! (Oof, what drama was 15 yo Linda dealing with that she couldn’t avoid? Lol. I mean, I guess, Sophomore year was a bit full of drama lol) Anyway, I mean, they were pretty much the same. One wasn’t better than the other. One wasn’t worse than the other.

15. Can you live a day without TV? yeah. Now Music there is something I can't live without! Yep, Do it almost everyday. Sentiments about music remain the same. Lol.

16. Are you upset about anything? Yes. I'm annoyed about something and it's making me upset. (I assume this has something to do with the the drama mentioned earlier lol) Always. Anxiety & depression are a bitch. My rooms a mess & I can’t get myself to clean it. My shelves are still a mess.

17. Do you think relationships are ever really worth it? yeah. though i havent really had one yet. I mean, yeah. Even though I haven’t had one last, aside from friendships, but they’re worth it.

18. Are you a bad influence? I hope not. If so, let me know.(again I took M's answer but it's true) Probably. Idk. Lol.

19. Night out or night in? Depends on what's going on and how I feel about it. Night in usually. I do like going out sometimes, but, like, to dinner. Maybe a movie or a show. But, you know, we’ve been in a panini press, the only thing I’ve been comfortable doing is going to dinner (fully vaxxed & masked). But I also prefer staying home anyway. (Like I usually just go to dinner with my family lol)

20. What items could you not go without during the day? my computer. my book. my journal and a pen. My phone. My journal (b/c I write in it every night, as a diary, 14yo Linda wrote stories). Uh. I didn’t take food or drinks into account in the og, so I won’t in those. But, yeah. My phone & journal. I can go a day without my laptop if I need to. (Went the whole trip in July without pulling it out, though maybe that’s not a good example since my anxiety on that trip was so high..) I want to say a book, but I’ve been in a massive reading slump so...I wish I read as much as 15yo Linda did..

21. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital? I don't remember. I think it was myself.(if you want to know, ask me in person) I honestly don’t know. I don’t remember the last time I was in a hospital.

22. What does the last text message in your inbox say? "Mrbobbybones: wish ted would finally meet their mother already. geez. get to it. However, I see myself in that character more and more each episode." yeah. That's what it says. It's from Twitter. (Huh? and I can’t even go check b/c my inbox doesn’t go back to 2009 on Twitter?? (I haven’t had my account that long) Wait wait wait just remembered I used to get tweets to my phone as text messages lol)

Facebook messenger: “ Cool” From our group chat. Lol.

From actual text messages on my phone: “ heeey! Just put up the Tuesday PDS just for you it’s a big one.” From Phillip Defranco’s text line Lol.

23. How do you feel about your life right now? I'm loving and hating it. but hey nobody gets out alive right? Uh..I mean. I’m alive. I have WiFi. Food. Family. I haven’t seen my friends in 2 years. (Minus Alex, b/c they were here in July to cat/house sit, but I saw them for like, one night..) There’s a lot that could be better. A lot that could be worse.

24. Do you hate anyone? yes!!! Oof. I mean, kinda.

25. If we were to look in your Facebook Inbox, what would we find? some random conversations. most of my convos on her though have been in chat or through comments. Facebook Inbox is now Facebook Messenger. So you’ll find all my Facebook Messenger convos. Mostly our group chat. And side group chats for secret planning (birthdays & stuff). Plus other chats? Lol.

26. Say you were given a drug test right now, would you pass? I better! (excuse me miss 15yo Linda you absolutely could have passed a drug test you ALSO didn’t drink or smoke or take any drugs lol) Yeah. Absolutely. I don’t drink or smoke or take any drugs so, yeah? Lol.

27. Has anyone ever called you perfect before?

Yes. But I can't remember when... Yeah. Pretty sure.

28. What song is stuck in your head? Gee by SNSD(Girls Generation) They're Korean. A few My Chemical Romance songs

29. Someone knocks on your window at 2:00 a.m., who do you want it to be? EDWARD CULLEN! Joke! lol. No I don't know. If it was Edward, I'd call the cops. whoever it is though better have an explaination or they are gonna get hit in the head with my Book of Shadows. (Maybe I wouldn’t mind Edward at my window though? Lol.) Uh. My friends? Lol. Idk if I want anyone knocking on my window at 2am.

30.Wanna have grandkids before you’re 50? I don't know....... Uh. No? Idk. Most likely not gonna happen.

31. Name something you have to do tomorrow? I can't think of anything right now... Eat. Should probably clean my room.

32. Do you think too much or too little? Way to much! lol. Way way way too much

33. Do you smile a lot? i try to. I think I do. I get told that alot in Theater...

I think so

#questions #throwback #is this a get to know me #idk

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deliriousgeek · 4 years

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She’s The Alpha (Owen Grady x reader) .9

Here’s chapter nine lovelies! Sorry that it took so long to finish, but it’s here! Also, idk if anyone pays attention to the lore or actual timeline of the Jurassic World franchise but in case anyone does, I will not be following that timeline. The events in this series will be different from that of the actual canon series. There are probably typos since I wanted to get this out to you guys as soon as possible so I heavily apologize for that. Any who, enjoy!

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff?

The synthetic, white light illuminated the creation lab in a haze. No computers beeped and no screens flashed. The few movements in the room belonged to the lights flickering off in the nocturnal specimen containers, slowly rousing them from their day time slumber. The sun had set outside, but there were no windows in the lab and so the white overhanging lights gave no indication that any time had passed at all. If one stood quietly in the middle of the room, they could hear the wake up songs of croaking frogs and tweeting good nights from birds, each in their respective containers. One could look around and see the blinking eyes of lizards and watch as a lone paleontologist observed a substance as it dripped into a beaker.

Yn’s eyes narrowed as she watched the amber toned liquid flow through the tube. Millions of years in development, 10 years of research, and a grueling year’s worth of testing flowed into a glass beaker. The action itself seemed too underwhelming for the labor and effort put into it. Her studies in Jurassic World would finally come to fruition if this one test worked. After tweaking experiments and hypotheses, it would all rely on this serum.

It all relied upon the inspection of this serum. One look under a microscope was all she needed to confirm her suspensions. Due to staring at the beaker Yn failed to hear approaching footsteps outside of the laboratory doors. It wasn't until three raps on the glass door disturbed the incessant sound of dripping liquid, did she notice she wasn't alone.

"Uh, should I leave you with the beaker or should I go?"

Letting out a chuff Yn swiveled her chair to face the door.

"Sorry Owen, I didn't hear you come in."

He rolled his eyes and leaned against the door frame. A brown, paper sandwich bag with the Jurassic World logo printed on it was in his hands. He lifted a brow and impishly smiled. "Yn you're working too hard again. Do you know what time it is?"

Blinking her eyes and readjusting to turning so fast, Yn rested her hands on her knees and leaned back. Eyes flicking to the clock she sighed.

The clock face stared back at her and read 10:30 pm.

"Damn."

Letting out a relinquished sigh as her hand slid down her face. For the past year Yn had been working as a paleogeneticist for Jurassic World. After her first initial visit to the park, which went smoothly, she returned home and endorsed Jurassic World. Shortly after the endorsement was published Jurassic World attendance skyrocketed. Mr. Masrani had reached out to Yn once more, but this time with a job offer. His hooking line that convinced her to leave the traditional paleontology world was “You won’t have to study dried out and dusty fossils. Instead you’ll be able to work with them in the flesh.” With an offer such as that, she couldn’t say no. Yn was elated when she had finally made her decision. However, her joy did not extend to her father, or any of her other extended family. Each shared their concerns and worries, much like the first time she traveled to the park, but once again they were met with Yn’s hard researched evidence on the park’s safety and personal confirmation that she would be fine. After that, they couldn’t say no. Three weeks later she was hugging her father goodbye and hopping on a private helicopter to Jurassic World. This time she was taken to the Hammond creation lab not as an endorser, but as a respected colleague.

Now, Yn was on the brink of connecting something big, something that would revolutionize everything the world knew about dinosaurs.

“Yeah, ‘damn’ is right. Now, are you going to stay locked up here all night or join me for a couple beers?”

Yn smiled at Owen’s offer, but she knew her answer. “I’d love to, Owen, but I really need to finish this. I’ll be outta here soon. Don’t worry about me.”

This time Owen’s eyes slightly narrowed and his arms crossed, “You’ve been working late like this for the past month. What are you working on anyway?” He inquired as if trying to figure out what the purpose of the experiment was by analyzing the liquid.

“Just confirming some stuff Dr. Wu theorized. With the late nights I’ve been pulling, I’ve actually gotten a lot further than what I expected.”

“Hmm.” Owen stepped back and let the paper bag drop to his side. “Well that’s great. Uh, okay well. I guess I’ll be off then. Want me to leave you a beer?”

A laugh escaped Yn’s lips. “Nah. If someone came in and saw it I’d be immediately fired.” She was about to end the conversation there when a thought came to mind, “but if you’re still awake in say, about an hour? Would you still be down to share a beer and a late dinner?”

Hearing her suggestion Owen perked up. “Sure, I’ll be up. Meet at my place?”

Yn nodded. “Yep.”

Turning on his heel with a slight jump to his step he shouted down the hallway, “See you then!”

Yn shook her head with a fond chuckle. She could always count on Owen to cheer her up. Or remind her when it was time to go home. With a made up resolve that she had done enough for the night, Yn began to clean up the lab and head to Owen’s trailer.

The test tubes were cleaned and put away to dry. All the tools she used were put back in their respective places. Now all that was left to do was save the research she had completed. Yn sat down in front of the computer, typing in the last details into the report. Then with a few clicks the file “Indo.Genome.2” was saved.

With a satisfied sigh Yn closed up the lab and began her journey to Owen’s trailer. Upon arriving and exiting her car, Yn smiled. “Did I miss a celebration?” She observed the strings of light that hung across the open space between Owen’s trailer and the trees. A table set for two sat in the middle of it all. Owen occupied one chair, grinning with a teasing smile.

“Oh no, you didn’t miss anything.”

“Then what’s all this?” Yn gestured to the lights as she took her spot across from Owen.

He reached for his beer bottle and shrugged. “Can’t a man do something nice for his friend?”

Yn laughed. “You can, but you usually don’t decorate unless we’re celebrating something.” She mused.

Placing the bottle down his teasing resolve softened. If Yn didn’t know any better she would think he looked sheepish. Owen didn’t answer after a few seconds so Yn took that as her cue to drop the interrogation.

“Got a bottle opener?”

“Oh right.”

Owen took the bottle from Yn and opened it, handing it back to her.

“Thanks.”

Yn took a sip and sighed. She always preferred Owen’s place to hangout over hers. Yn looked out into the lake. It’s inky black surface reflected the white light of the moon. The lake was beautiful and quiet, encompassed by local foliage and the soothing noises of the jungle.

Contrary to her condo in the park that was surrounded by late night bar attendees and bustling guests. It was peaceful here. She enjoyed that.

Observing Yn take a sip of her beer and see her shoulders visibly relax gave Owen a sense of triumph. A few minutes of silence passed between them as they observed the lake before Owen spoke up.

“Actually n/n, there is a reason for setting this all up.”

Switching her attention from the lake to him Yn turned. “Oh?”

“Yeah, uh,” He had a little trouble finding his words. “Actually uh, I’ve noticed the way you’ve been acting the past two months.”

Yn tilted her head in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Leaning back into the patio chair Owen spoke. “Every time I’ve come to check on you, I find that you haven’t eaten. You’re the first person at work and the last one to leave. I hardly see you during our lunch break. To top it off you stopped coming by the paddock at the beginning of the month. The first couple times I noticed these changes I didn’t say anything, but now seeing as nothing’s changed I’m a little worried.”

Yn stared back at Owen with wide eyes and a mouth slightly gaping. Hearing all the differences in her routine surprised her. Had it really been that bad? Taking in a breath at her realization Yn reclined into her chair. What made it worse was that she had made Owen worry and fret over her. Now it made sense that he would check on her late at night in the lab every so often. He was worried about her well being.

Taken aback Yn replied, “Wow. I’m sorry Owen. I didn’t mean to worry you. Honestly, I’m okay. I’ve just been really distracted with this project.”

“That’s the thing Yn. I know how much of a workaholic you are, but this is a new level.” Owen stated, a little displeased.

A chuckle came out of Yn. “It’s not that bad.”

“Oh really?” Owen dead panned. “When was the last time you got a full eight hours of sleep?”

Yn quirked a brow. “Oh please. I got a full eight hours of sleep just last,” Her brows knitted. “Last,” Her memory must’ve been foggy because she specifically remembered that on- “Last..” Huh. She couldn’t remember. “I don’t know.” She replied.

“Exactly.” Now Owen’s brows tightened. “Why are you working yourself so hard?”

“Psh Owen it’s not that bad! I’m seriously okay-”

“Yn.” Owen’s tone held no room for rebuttal. His shoulders tensed and face hardened, then his posture loosened. “Are you sure you’re okay? The last time you threw yourself into your work something bad happened. I can’t have you go into that dark place again.”

Touched about Owen’s worry for her, Yn softly smiled. Reaching across the table to his hand that rested across from her, she placed her palm on top of his closed fist. Looking into his eyes Yn spoke, “Owen. I am okay. I can promise you that I am one hundred percent mentally and emotionally okay. Nothing bad has happened. All that’s kept me busy is this project. I can’t really talk about it other than that it’s something I’m really proud of. If something did happen or I wasn’t feeling like myself, I would tell you. Okay?” She squeezed his hand for an extra bit of sincerity. Looking into her eyes Owen confirmed she was being serious. Letting go of his resolve he nodded. “Okay. I just needed to make sure.”

Yn gently smiled, retracting her hand. “Thank you Owen. I really appreciate your concern for me.”

“Hey, I’m not the only one,” His playful side coming back. “The girls miss you too.”

Yn laughed. “I miss my raptor babies too.” “Uh no no, they're not your raptor children, they’re mine.”

Yn rolled her eyes. “Yeah, okay.”

Owen laughed. His eyes widened in remembrance. “I forgot, your sandwich is in the fridge. I’ll go get it.” He stood and headed into the trailer.

Yn smiled and uttered a “thank you” before he disappeared behind the trailer door. Looking back out into the lake, Yn was grateful. She and Owen had come to develop a special friendship. She would go as far to say that they were best friends. Without him, Yn probably wouldn’t have made it through the first month of working at the park.

Just as she was about to take another sip from the beer bottle Owen came out from the trailer; his phone in one hand and Yn's sandwich in the other. “Hate to cut this dinner short but there's trouble at the paddock.”

Standing with alert Yn began walking towards her car. “What happened?” “Delta’s fighting with Blue.”

Yn nodded, already opening her car door. “Get in, I’ll drive.”

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