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monsterenergysimp · 4 years

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corpse husband x fem!reader

summary: you meet corpse on a stream and you’re surprised when he reaches out to you

warnings: cursing, mentions of tattooing

word count: 1.9k

notes: This is proof read but could have missed some stuff. This is my first corpse fic and my first time writing fanfic since I posted that super cringey book on wattpad when I was like 12 or something. I’d appreciate feed back so please reach out to me :)

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read part 2 here!

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You were cleaning up your station so you can get home and stream. You loved your day job as a tattoo artist but you also really enjoyed streaming. It started as a way to promote yourself as an artist and the shop you worked at but it eventually became a really fun way to destress at the end of the week (or day if you were really itching to stream). “Hey Y/N was that your last client?” your boss, KC, asked as she walked to the front of the shop and put new flash drawings on the walls.

“Yes ma’am!” You said back excitedly. You finished cleaning your station and tossed your black gloves in the trash. “And you can’t trick me into staying and taking walk-ins,” you joked with her. She rolled her eyes and walked back into her office “It was one time,” she said as you slid on your jacket. As you walked out your phone buzzed in your pocket and you checked to see who had texted you. It was a message from Sean asking if you were free to play Among Us with him and some other streamers. You replied that you were on your way home right now and totally down. You were excited to see who was playing this time around since their Among Us streams are super entertaining and have gotten really popular.

On your way back you tweeted and posted to your Instagram story that you’d be streaming soon and set up all your stuff once you made it home. After a few minutes, you had a couple of thousand people watching. You entered the discord chat and Sean spoke up. “Everyone this is Y/N she’s sensitive so be gentle.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you guys and I’m not gentle, I'm ruthless,” You say into your mic and notice the chat calling you a liar. Everyone was in the lobby waiting for the game to start. “You sound way too sweet to be ruthless,” Corpse said. The countdown started and you were imposter with Charlie.

“This should be fun,” you told the stream. Yout tried playing strategically but after such a long shift your brain was mush. You saw Poki in nav and killed her then vented into shields. Not long after the body was reported and you were sure you were going to get voted out or at least sussed.

“Where was the body?” Felix asked. “Nav and I didn’t see anyone near there so whoever is imposter must have vented,” Corpse responded. Felix spoke up again. “I think I saw Y/N walk that way and I haven’t seen her since.”

Shit, shit, shit shit. “I’m in shield right now so-” you said trying to defend yourself but Charlie spoke up. “I was doing tasks with her earlier and I saw her walk into shields so she’s safe but I’m still not sure about Rae.” Everyone discussed a bit more and some people, including Corpse, voted for you but Rae got the majority vote and was ejected. You released your breath and kept playing being extra careful.

“Okay, guys that was super close. Corpse knows and is out to get me,” you said to the chat. You were eventually voted off but one round later victory was written across your screen with your ghost and Charlie’s avatar. “Good game guys,” Corpse said.

“I told you guys I was ruthless!”

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You sat at your station doing nothing because a client had canceled a four-hour session. You were listening to music and sketching some stuff but you were bored out of your mind and you didn’t want to leave in case you got a walk-in. The music got quiet as you received a twitter notification saying someone had messaged you. You reached for your phone and saw you had gotten a dm from Corpse.

C: hey :)

You didn’t know what to respond. You were mostly confused as to why he decided to message you out of the blue. Did he want something? But what would he want?

Y: Hii! This is sudden

C: was i bothering you?

shit sorry!

Y: Youre fine I wasn’t doing anything rn

C: how has your day been

i dont usually do stuff like this

Y: Im glad you did im doing better now I was so bored

C: what were you doing that was so terrible

Y: NOTHING! thats the problem :(

C: im sure youll find something to do

You stared at his message. Unsure what to respond.

Y: Im gonna give myself a tattoo

C: what?

NO!

You tossed the needles you used for your tattoo into the sharps box. “Oh my god you didn’t,” KC said. She noticed the wrap on your calve from the tattoo you just gave yourself out of boredom. “It’s not my fault I didn’t have anything else to do!” You said trying to defend yourself. She sighed and just shook her head. “Just go home business is slow today.” It was raining so the shop probably wasn’t going to get a walk-in anyway and you didn’t have any more clients for the day. It was only 2 pm but you drove home and after making lunch for yourself decided to stream. You weren’t expecting too many people so it was bound to be super chill. Your leg felt sore reminding you of the tattoo. You snapped a quick pic of the fresh jack-o-lantern on the side of your calve and messaged it to Corpse.

Y: [image] it came out nice!

C: thats super cool actually

i was concerned why you would just give yourself a tattoo but i found your instagram and youre super talented

Y: Thank you!

For some reason, it felt strange to just have that be the end of your response.

Y: Im about to start streaming if you wanted to watch

[link]

C: ill be watching ;)

What’s that supposed to mean?

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You sat in your apartment watching tv, hand lost in a bag of Doritos, and scrolling through twitter. You had stopped paying attention to the anime playing on the screen since you’ve watched it a hundred times and knew you wouldn’t miss anything. It was Saturday and you usually take those days off. Take the time to do chores or meet up with some friends but today you felt like not doing any of those things. As you continue your endless scroll (not helping the twitter addiction you told yourself you’d try to get a handle on) you got a message from Corpse.

C: wanna talk?

You looked down at the message unsure of how to answer. It was a simple yes or no and the obvious answer was yes. You and Corpse had started talking more regularly. You still didn’t have each other’s phone numbers but it was fine. Your conversations weren’t too big-- just you sending him memes, tiktoks, and telling him how much you liked the songs he would drop. Or him complimenting a tattoo you did. Sometimes he’d message you during streams telling you funny stuff his fans would say in the chat and you’d do the same. You learned a bit about each other but nothing too deep or serious. Like how you two lived a few cities away and you both really liked Donnie Darko. When Sean first invited you to that game out of everyone else there you were most excited to meet Corpse. He’s just so sweet and funny. Of course, you’d love to talk to him but you were also itching to talk to him and the last thing you’d ever want to do was make him uncomfortable.

Y: Yeah id love to talk

Here goes nothing.

Y: Wanna facetime or something?

No pressure or anything it could even be a regular call

I think facetime is just my default lol

You sent those last two messages quickly after you had sent the first. You wished you could know what he was thinking. It was killing you to think you had turned him off from talking to you completely. You put your phone down on the couch and went to wash your hand of Dorito dust. When you got back from the kitchen you turned off the tv and tossed yourself onto the couch.

Still no message.

Why am I so fucking stupid?

Just as you were standing up to stretch from sitting on the couch all day your phone buzzed. You reached for it fast and looked to see that it was him. You became super excited still not even knowing what the message said. It could have told you to never talk to him again for all you knew.

C: sure lets facetime

xxx-xxx-xxxx

You had his phone number. You added him to your small but growing contact list and called. You sat on your couch waiting for a response when he finally picked up the screen was black. It didn’t upset you; you kind of expected it and didn’t care what he had to do to make himself more comfortable during this call.

“Hey,” he said. His voice was raspier than usual.

“Did you just wake up?” You asked and looked at the time. It was about a little past noon and you had only eaten Doritos all day. Shit, you should probably make a decent meal.

“Not that long ago but yeah,” he responded and giggled. That giggle.

“Well, I’ve eaten nothing but Doritos all day while rewatching Ouran High School Host Club, so you’re welcome to join me as I make myself something to eat.”

“Sounds like fun; what are we eating?”

“I don’t know yet,” You said as you stood up and made your way to the kitchen. You opened the pantry and looked. You noticed a can of diced tomatoes and reached for it then checked the expiration date. It was still good. On your counter were some onions and garlic. “How about some tomato soup?”

“Sounds delicious.” you smiled at Corpse and your phone screen not knowing if he was also looking at his screen or not. “You’re really pretty-- you know that?”

“Thanks, but you don’t have to--”

“I’ve already told you what an incredible artist you are so many times I bet you’re tired of hearing it, but you already know what a talented artist you are.”

“That is very kind of you Corpse,” you said to him bashfully as you chopped the onion and opened the can of tomatoes. “But once again you don’t have to reach so far to compliment me.”

“I’m not reaching you are talented and beautiful and--”

“I thought I was pretty.” You could hear him chuckle with a smile on his face. “You’re both,” he said. You could feel your face getting warm from blushing.

“Fuck you you’re making me blush. My face is all hot and stuff.”

He laughed at how flustered you got. “That’s the cutest thing ever.”

You didn’t know how to respond so you just put some olive oil in a pot and tossed in your onions. It became silent but it was a comfortable silence. You turned the stove on and watched the flame for a few seconds. “If it was dark we could pretend we were together and having a bonfire or something,” you said to the phone as you turned the camera to show him the flame (still not 100 percent sure if he was looking at you or not).

“I’ll put it on the list of things to do when you visit me someday.”

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liannelara-dracula · 3 years

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Shu:

He’s not on too much.

His username is just: shu.sakamaki

He follows his brothers and Yuma to annoy him.

His posts are probably just like landscapes.

Usually of a sunset.

And about his music and classical music he likes.

He also probably posts about the triplets doing something stupid on his story.

While they’re not watching.

He’ll tag them in the story saying, “remember this?”

Even adds special effects just to spice it up.

He has so many followers bc all the girls at his school follow him.

He gets so many dms but leaves them on read.😂😂

He tags his bros to annoy them.

Doesn’t post about his gf very much.

Usually when she’s not looking.

Reiji:

Username: scienceiskey or perfectioniskey

He follows his brothers of course and might even follow Ruki.

He sometimes unfollows his brothers tho if there getting annoying😂😂

But will eventually refollow them.

He posts about his experiments and science in general.

But it’s very aesthetic.

On his story he’ll post pictures of things that are broken in the house and he’ll literally tag all his brothers and ask “who is responsible?” Or “you did it and I know.”😂😂

He’ll also post things about nature on his story.

He never posts selfies.

On his bio he literally tagged shu and said please don’t follow this good for nothing.😂😂

He posts with a schedule.😂

He doesn’t post about his gf at all.

This is cause he doesn’t want to share you with the world.

Laito:

Personal account username is: Laito.is.gay sexy😂😂

He has two accounts: one is a porn one and the other is his personal.

He doesn’t keep them private.

Because he believes in being open.

He follows his brothers and has Ayato on his bio.

On his personal he posts pictures of himself.

Fangirls follow him. So he live streams a lot.

And talks about his day and what annoys him and whose getting on his nerves.

He blows kisses into the camera.

Tells them his plans and has a slogan, “being a hoe never hurt anyone.”😂

He follows the fangirls back.

Answers the dms.

All of them.

On his porn account he says he’s a major in sexology.

If there is an occupation option he types in sexologist.😂😂

If Reiji finds his porn account he’ll block it permanently.😂

With his gf he posts pictures of them on his personal account. And will feature them on his porn account if she’s ok with it.

Kanato:

Username is: teddyisnotbasic or dollsarebetterthanu or better yet, on_wednesdays_we_wear_purple. Even, only.bitches.wear.purple

He is an idol on there.

Every girl loves him.

He sets the Lolita trend.

Posts about doll stuff and it’s super aesthetic.

Everything is very cute.

He uses a lot filters to make the posts all have the same glow.

He also posts about sweets and about teddy too.

He does post about his gf when she wears Lolita clothes with him.

Ayato:

Omg 😱 do not get me started😂😂

His username is: Ayato_Sama_Sakamaki

Which idk if you’ll noticed but his username’s initials spell ass.😂😂

Includes special people in his bio, for example

look @ dee dude: @/laito.is.sexy

Bae: @/y/n’s username

This dude is the meme king and the vine king.

He reposts his favorite vines or memes too.

He makes his own with Laito all the effin’ time!

Which are beyond popular.

Sometimes he features Kino or Subaru in the film and shit just gets wilder.

Literally posts the dumbest shit on his story.

He’ll make live videos about the challenges he does too.

He even has friends from school join his vids.

He has so many followers and he tags his brothers to make them laugh.

Shu usually finds it funny, especially if it’s about dissing Reiji.

And Reiji being the petty ass he is, will just block him for little bit.😂😂

But then he’ll follow him again.

Has a lot of followers like no shit.

He follows a lot of them back too.

Includes his gf in the vines.

Subaru:

Username: im_not_a_damn_car 😂😂😂

He doesn’t follow anyone except for his brothers and his gf.

His account is private so every time Kou sends in a follow request he rejects it.😂😂😂

Doesn’t post anything really.

When he does it’s only for a little bit and then he archives it.

Bc he thinks it’s weird.

Or that the photo turns ugly.

He follows a lot of emo accounts tho.

And emo bands

His bio is emo too.

“how can emptiness be so heavy?”

Will take selfies but ones that don’t show his face very much.

Only uses black emoji hearts.

Doesn’t post about his gf cause that’s private but he has her on his bio.

“Claimed, touch her and you die”

Kino:

Username: ask_yo_girl_about_me

Another vine king

Him an Ayato follow each other.

They r bros—fight me on this but I’m right.

They are always in each other’s videos.

Tags Ayato in a lot of posts

Has lots of followers

Does so many live streams and answers random questions.

Posts late at night, a lot.

He has a lot of reels too.

Uses a lot slang.

Cocky af😏

Has rants sometimes.

He has his gf in his bio and sometimes posts about her.

Mukami

Ruki:

Username: Ruki_grey

He’s not online too much.

Follows his brothers and surprisingly Reiji.

Posts about literature like his favorite book/quotes

But it’s always aesthetic.

He has some pictures of himself but not too many.

He usually has more pictures of his girlfriend tbh.

He is very poetic and on his story he posts about quotes he likes or pictures of his gf.

He has a lot followers and has probably been scouted for modeling.

Yuma:

Username: hotgirlbummer or summerbummer

He posts about the music he likes and gardening.

It’s really about plants and how to grow them.

Has a lot tutorials.

And facts.

Never mind the profanity and his clumsiness in his tutorials.

“Oh shit!” He’d say dropping a shovel.

“Ruki man didn’t set this up right.” He’d complain referring to the space he was using to do the tutorial.

Pots pictures of flowers that have bloomed and veggies that are ready.

He has another account that’s personal where he follows his brothers and posts about rap music.

Or just music he likes.

There are not too many photos.

He posts pictures of his gf on his personal.

He also takes videos of her to annoy her and see her get camera shy.

“Turn it off!” You’d say cover the camera with your hand.

But he of course just doesn’t.

Kou:

Username: koumukami

It’s an official account.

Cause he’s an idol

He has millions of people following him.

He only follows his brothers.

Tries to follow Subaru but it never works😂😂

Calls out people who judge him.

“Hey! I don’t appreciate comments like this on my page.”

He’s slogan is, “I just can’t worry about no haters, I gotta stay on my grind.”

Tags Yuma and teases him about stuff if possible.

He posts about his music.

Has live videos where he talks about anything or where he sings.

Loves to take pictures of himself and he does a lot.

like everyday.

Includes his gf in videos and photos and talks about her non stop.

making fans jelly.

Is very sassy and will post rants if needed.

Responds to his fans’ dms.

Azusa:

Username: softclouds

Has a soft profile.

Things about nature and cute things.

Posts about his gf more than himself.

Or about them together.

Doesn’t have a lot of posts

He gets tagged by his brothers which he follows.

On his story he posts pictures of you or where he’s traveled to.

The filters are soft ones.

He probably has a bio that’s short but simple.

“Hi.....I’m Azusa Mukami.”

Tsukinami

Carla:

Username: imcarlatsukinami or scarftsuki.

He posts about land scapes and literature.

Just really aesthetic.

He has pictures of him and his gf.

Has you in his bio.

Is rarely on.

Follows Shin.

Has a private account.

Doesn’t reply to comments unless it’s from his gf.

Shin:

Username: badassesonly or y/n’s.daddy

He posts so much about his girlfriend and him.

Always about where they go.

He has pics of him and his brother too.

He follows Carla, Kino and Ayato.

He doesn’t make vines but sometimes Kino will ask him to join his.

He posts about food and working out.

On his story he posts about you secretly.

Mostly about your body.

You get mad at him for it.

Tells people to follow you.

Doesn’t live stream.

He’s on a lot.

Loves to use filters on his brother and on his gf.

He posts about animals to.

His account is not private and he has a lot of followers.

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cosmiclatte28 · 3 years

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Roses Are Red (Gardener TAEYONG au)

a/n : hey I got this prompt from @dailyau ! I tried my best writing this, but I know it’s not the best, Apparently @prettydeadlykpop excitedly jump into my dm and said Taeyong suits the scenario well.

warning : none, fluff!

here we goo....

You groan when your mother knocks on your door this early Saturday. Gosh, come on doesn’t she know that you want to sleep in on weekend? College has been tiring and you wish to sleep for three more hours. It’s only nine, and who wakes up at nine on a Saturday?

“(Y/N)! Wake up! I am so sorry, but I have to wake you up today. I promise it’s only this Saturday.” She ruses into your room and kisses you a good morning. You wipe her lipstick stain on your cheek and squirm as the sun shine penetrates into your room the second mom opens the curtain up for you.

“I have to rush and attend your uncle’s boutique grand opening, please look after the gardener for me.” She explains what she has to do and what you have to do.

“Yeah yeah, you told me thousands of times. I just have to watch over the gardener to plant us roses right? What color is it again? Red.” You try to collect your soul as you close your eyes one more time and almost fall asleep.

Mom is faster, she coughs “Red roses, in the indoor garden not the one outside! Plus you would want to shower before he comes.” She rubs your hair lovingly.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you on the other week end. Just watch over him for me! Wake up!” she forces you to leave the bed and you lazily take your eye glasses and walk to close the door for her.

You glance to the clock in the dining room, it’s only half past nine and mom scheduled the gardener to come at ten. You have thirty minutes to tidy up your self and much some breakfast.

You’re not the type to slumber around when you’re awake already, so you take your towel and take a warm morning shower.

Once the bathroom is open, warm air gushes to your room as you pick yourself an outfit for today. You internally slap yourself for forgetting to do the laundry and ending up with only one oversized sweater belonging to your brother who left to study abroad, and a short.

“This will do I guess.” You say as you watch yourself in the mirror. “Sorry mom, got no other clothes! I am still wearing a pants.” You chuckle when you see your reflection in the mirror.

After putting your clothes on, you change your glasses with a pair of contact lenses, just because you feel more confident with them. You brush your golden hair and force a smile before dashing to the kitchen to tame your growling tummy.

Your choice for a quick breakfast is cereal with cold milk. While your hand scrolls through the social media, your brother video-calls you.

“Hey! Isn’t this too early for you to be up?” he questions you. He lives in the other side of the world, so it’s almost night for him.

You roll your eyes “Mom made me watch over the gardener today. If only you were here Jae, I’d be sleeping in and you will look after them.”

Jaehyun chuckles, “Have you ever meet the gardener?”

You shake your head “Nah, is this the one we always call?”

Jaehyun nods “If the name is Taeyong, then yes. Other than that I don’t know. I once watched Taeyong planted the butterfly pea for us. He’s nice.”

You finish your cereal lazily, while talking about other things instead of flowers and gardening. Jaehyun loves flower more than you, you are more of an adventure and water person.

The bell rings and Jaehyun’s smile appears. More like a smirk, as if he knows what will happen.

“Okay, guess that is him. Go take the door and I’ll call you later, bye!” Jaehyun disappears like that. You find it weird, couldn’t your brother just stay in the call in case things go awkward between you and the gardener?

Once you open the door, you freeze in track (ty track) and you grit your teeth when you understand why Jaehyun left you.

“Morning!” the tall man with fluffy brown hair greets you with a sweet smile. Could he possibly knock on the wrong door? Is this your mother’s gardener?

You have to shake yourself back to reality, and make your fist into a ball as you try your best to not stutter “Morning! Are you here to plant roses?”

You want to run and hide your red face right now, come on who greets someone like that. But judging by his white tee, straw hat, and that typical jeans jumper, he radiates a gardening energy.

The man just chuckles and moves a bag from one hand to another, “Yes, your mother told me you will be the one watching over me today. I’m Taeyong.” He extends his arm and you’re glad your cognitive neurons are fast enough to reach and shake his back.

“(y/n), nice to meet you.” You smile. You’ve taken control of your wild mind, your heart is beating (like any other living being, just faster) and you let him inside.

“So, she wanted me to plant red roses in the indoor garden, can you lead me there?” he asks once he gets into the house and you’ve closed the front door and lock them.

You nod your head, suddenly feeling silly for even being nervous. He’s just here to plant roses not to date you or meet your parents!

“Yes, sure. I didn’t know where specifically she wants, but since she left me no notes, I guess she wanted you to find the best spot.” You explain while leading him to the indoor garden next to your dining room.

Taeyong examines the green space and his face lights up in a different way when he sees the flowers. “Your mom does take a good care of plants! Okay, I will start planting.”

You just stand there behind him and realize that must feel uncomfortable for him.

“Taeyong-shi, sorry for bothering… have you had breakfast? Do you want tea or coffee?” you feel proud you remember this welcoming manner you learned from your mom since eleven.

Taeyong looks over his shoulder to you, make a quick look over your head to toe and smiles “Thank you, just a cup of coffee and water will do good.”

You quickly nod and leave him as if you’re a waitress working a shift. As you pass a mirror in the kitchen you realize your attire and you blush when you remember him checking over you.

As you wait for the water to boil, your hand fiddles with the keyboard and you lowkey rant to your brother.

“How come no one ever tells me the gardener is this hot?!”

Jaehyun just replies you back with “Well the lazy cow is always sleeping that she missed the handsome prince. Besides I’ve told you to watch over the gardener several times, but you forced me instead.”

You groan “Jaehyun you could’ve given me a warning.”

“Didn’t mom tell you to shower beforehand?”

“Well I did take a shower, but my clothes are out of stock.”

“What did you use?”

“Your old sweater and a short??”

“Naughty!” Jaehyun teases you from the chat

“I didn’t know he is this hot! Not naughty Jae! I have no other clothes, trust me I’d rather dress up nicer and cuter than this if I knew him!”

The whistling kettle makes you leave Jaehyun and you brew the coffee for Taeyong.

Now what should you do as you wait? Staring will make him uncomfortable and you a creep.

You shrug it off and calm your nerve down. Come on you’re the queen of being confident and flirting here and there for fun, why are you nervous today?

Taeyong has finished taking care of the soil when you come and hear him humming some sweet melodious song.

“Taeyong-shi, here is your coffee.” You put the tray on one of the garden table there and walk to squad next to him.

“Thank you! Also, do you mind dropping the honority? I am not that old and it’s more comfortable for both of us to talk in a friendlier way.” He wipes a sweat that almost enters his eyes, but you notice his hands are covered with soil and dirt, so you quickly extend your arm and wipe it instead with the paw of your sweater.

Taeyong freezes but laughs afterwards when you mutter a small “Sorry…. I just don’t want your face to get dirty.”

He giggles and focuses back to the seeds “Cutie,” he mutters to himself and luckily you failed to catch that.

You nervously giggle and step back “Guess I’ll just wait and see if you need any help.”

Taeyong notes your nervousness and just shrugs his shoulder “Sure, don’t worry I got this.”

So, you only sit there waiting for him while talking about small talk. He asks about your brother, and you’re surprised he is actually quiet close to Jaehyun.

“Well, your brother never told me he has a beautiful cute sister.” He smirks while placing the seeds into the soft soil. You turn red upon his blatant remark “Aigo what are you saying? Jaehyun never talks about me to anyone. It’s nothing new.” You roll your eyes.

Taeyong pats the soil in front of him “That’s because your brother doesn’t want men to hurt your heart. He’s a good brother I think.”

You scoff “He is a good brother, until he gets to witness your embarrassing moments and you basically won’t live in peace.”

“I guess he did something good.” Taeyong pauses to take a sip of your drink. The coffee has gotten a little bit cold, but he finishes it well.

You did not realize he has finished planting the roses and your heart doesn’t want him to go. Not when both of you have learned each other’s favorite music and least favorite ice cream flavors.

Taeyong puts down the coffee cup and walks to water the new bed seed. That’s when your eyes caught attention of the other packages of seeds he has with him.

You bend to look at the organized packages and hum as you run your fingers through the selections.

“That’s all! Your mother will only need to water them nicely and make sure that no one is stepping over the new seeds.” Taeyong wipes his dirty hands on a piece of clothes.

“Thank you, but I see you have some other seeds too!”

He smiles “Yeah I have some sunflowers, jasmine, peonies, and dahlias. Why? Interested in planting one?”

You look into his eyes “Are you in a rush?” when he shakes his head and lets you know he is free for the day you squeal and grab his hands “Mind planting some more? This time I’ll help you!”

Taeyong’s smile reaches his eyes “Okay then, which one do you want?

You ponder and finally point to the sunflower seeds “Sunflower should look good in the front garden!”

“Nice choice. Come, let’s get started.” Taeyong grabs your hand voluntarily and drags you out of the house.

You laugh a little when you notice how fast both of you have become in a short time.

Taeyong gently helps you wear your gloves, and he instructs you to watch him makes the soil fluffy before putting the seeds. He also informs you on how to care the flowers once they grow.

“There, put it in and cover the seed nice and comfy like putting a baby to sleep.” He speaks with much care, as if the seeds are babies who can cry at any time soon.

“Now we water them and you promise me to take care of the sunflower until they grow big okay?” Taeyong says when he hands you the watering can.

You eagerly nod your head “I’ll send you some once they grow big.”

“You don’t have to, but I’d be happy to receive it. Well, I guess that’s all, your mother is here.” He glances over his shoulder and sees your mother coming in from the fence.

You clean yourself up and help your mom carries her things into the room. Taeyong was with her, talking about the flowers and caring procedures.

You return from your mother’s room looking a bit gloom because you’ll say goodbye soon. Until you overheard mom and Taeyong talking like an old friend in the garden.

“I’m glad (y/n) is also not alone, thank you for planting the seeds. She never shows interest in flowers, but I guess this sunflower can change her. Thank you Taeyong!” your mother pats the man’s shoulder and you catch up with them right in time.

“Taeyong! Well, yeah thank you for the fun. Um… do you mind staying for lunch?” you blurt that invitation out and you can clearly see your mother looking both surprised and a bit mischievous at the same time. Oh gosh you know you won’t live a day without her teasing you about this.

Taeyong looks surprised by your invitation, after all he just knew you for two hours and you’re already acting like this?

Your mom quickly saves you when you shoot her a “help me” look.

“Yes, Taeyong stay please if you have time. We’re about to grab lunch and I think you deserve a good lunch from your hard work today.” Your mother invites him too and Taeyong knows he cannot refuse it when mothers are the one inviting.

You throw a “thank you” to your mom and she just winks.

Thanks to your unfiltered tongue, you got to eat lunch with the cute gardener, spent a good Saturday, and the best thing is you won his number.

Three months from that day, Taeyong opens his apartment door and smiles when he sees a bouquet of sunflower and a handwritten letter on his doorstep.

“Happy one-month anniversary my Rose prince! I know I should’ve sent the roses, but I promised you sunflowers, right? I love you and miss you! Come for dinner or lunch anytime soon, mom also wants to meet you and Jaehyun is staying over next week.”

Taeyong inhales the bouquet and walks to fill in a vase with fresh water. Next, he busies himself transferring the yellow flowers into the vase, trying to keep them alive.

He then walks to his small balcony with numerous greens and fragrance flowers, cut out some orchid he has been growing.

With a light hum and a radiant smile, Taeyong wraps them nicely to a bouquet. He makes sure he has his clean shirt on, sprays his favorite cologne and walks to your house.

“Happy one-month anniversary my princess! Here’s an orchid for you because you’re a rare beauty and I love you!” he envelopes you to a hug and kisses your forehead sincerely.

You inhale his scent and remember the first time both of you met, how awkward and rushed things were, but you’re glad you met him that day. You would regret denying mom’s request that day. Every time you eat in the dining room and see the red roses, Taeyong comes to your mind and every time you shower the sunflowers in your garden, you feel thankful for being brave and winning his heart.

end.

roses are red

sunflowers are yellow

you have many words unsaid

and i don't have words rhyming with yellow

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Me, a Princess? Shut Up!

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⏮️ chapter 5: anneliese ⏭️

who?: jihoon/woozi x (f)reader

word count: 2800

genre/s: fluff, humour, social media!au

warnings: mild coarse language

synopsis: Life’s pretty good for y/n. Easy, even. Until someone claiming to be her grandmother says she is the queen of a small island country - and y/n, a princess.

a/n: this one’s kinda super long-ish than usual. and a bit of a filler/character chapter, but I still hope you like it 😊

**please ignore the timestamps - they are not accurate**

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Soonyoung doesn’t dare kick his feet up onto the antique coffee table now that your grandmother is in the building, despite how much more comfortable it would be to. The way he reclines so deeply gives away his bad habits as he clears his throat and sits up a little better. You’re glad that Soonhee has tasked the ambassador with your princess lessons for a while. Maybe a more relaxed approach might jog your memory.

“So, where did Her Majesty get to last you did this?” He says, flipping open the photo album.

You lean forward, holding your sandwich up and away from the pages. “Uh, great grandparents. So...sixth generation.”

His brows raise. “Only sixth?”

You whine, slumping as he laughs kindly at you, empty of any maliciousness. Since the security breach, you’ve really warmed up to Soonyoung, glad to have someone closer to your age to relate to and learn from. And he’s a great teacher. Patient but firm, not to mention relentless. He told you about his travels across the country and secret stories about Amaide. They gave you a better idea of the kingdom you may end up leading.

You groan loudly - bordering a roar - after mixing up your great, great grandmother with your great grandaunt (once removed) and snap the album shut.

“Soon, spare me. My brain is seizing up.”

He laughs louder this time, eyes vanishing into his round cheeks. “Okay, okay. You’re probably right. Class dismissed.”

You get up and check your phone, noting the time. Maybe you would have enough time to catch the start of Jihoon’s radio show, if you left now. Jihoon did say he wouldn’t mind if you dropped by - inviting you even before you needed places to hide. Tonight might be a good time to? You slide your kitten heels back on, pulling out your earphones. Only now do you realise that there is a constant, soft pattering from the roof - rain. At least Junwoo was driving you everywhere now, so no risk of getting too wet. Your footsteps echo through the embassy, killing the quiet you’d become familiar with in the old building.

“So where are you headed now?” Soonyoung asks, tipping his head at the attendant who hands him his coat.

You shrug your own on, as well as a felted plaid scarf. “Uh, back to campus? I’ve got a friend I wanna visit.”

The blonde checks his watch, eyebrows shooting up into his feathery fringe. “At this time? There are still people at your college?”

“Hmmm. They have a community radio station. Jihoon has a show on Thursday nights.”

“Oh, do you want a lift?”

You slant your head at him as he detours past the front desk down a short and fairly dim hallway, elaborate alcoves set into either side of the wall.

“Sure? Only if you’re going out? Otherwise Junwoo is at my disposal, so to say.” You wave your hand in a dramatic version of your grandmother’s wave.

Soonyoung nods eagerly. “Yeah! I’m meeting up with some friends in Hongdae later on tonight, so leaving a little earlier won’t hurt. Like I told you, I’ve got nothing to do now Soonhee is catching up.”

You grin, jumping for the passenger seat of the dark car Soonyoung indicates to. Darkly tinted windows, an expectation of most cars you get in nowadays.

“So, who is Jihoon? Is he the one you posted about the other day?”

You nod, carefully not looking at him as you gesture to turn right out of the gates. “Y-yeah. Ah, he’s Mingyu’s cousin.”

You flinch at your voice, stuttered and shy. You didn’t need someone else giving you crap over Jihoon. Soon’s eyebrows raise as he purses his lips, humming in thought.

“Huh. Alright.” Okay, he so doesn’t believe you, but whatever. “That’s nice that you have such a close group of friends. They obviously know about the whole princess thing.”

“Yeah. Can’t really hide something this big from people who have known you most of your life, y’know? Grandmother doesn’t know they know though.” You insist, bouncing a little in your seat.

The rain has died down into a drizzle, almost spitting, so Soonyoung turns the heater and the wipers down. But you can already imagine the cold wet seeping into your shoes, tucking them closer to yourself.

“Of course not. Her Majesty would lose it if she knew you’d broken protocol so early on. Secret’s safe with me, I swear.”

His eyes are wide and he’s quite serious about it, a little bit more desperate than you expected him to be. You don’t dwell on it as you tell him to turn again into the east entrance, past a familiar cluster of restaurants.

When he gets to a set of bollards, you sling the door open, fashioning your scarf over your head. “This is me. Thanks Soonie!”

He grins, waving. “No worries! See you next week! Be safe!”

“You too! Night.”

Shutting the door, you dash for the first spot of dry you see, turning to wave him off.

You navigate the dark campus and get out of the lift five minutes before the start of the show. It’s only then that you question whether or not Jihoon would really want you there. You’re just his cousin’s best friend he’s really nice to, maybe a friend of his yourself. You hesitate at studio 2, shifting from foot to foot as you overthink.

“You’re more than welcome to come by and watch one of the shows if you want. Mingyu and Minghao have even been in an episode or two.” Jihoon looks up briefly to smile small.

Quickly, you open the door and claim a seat next to Bumzu, Jihoon’s director and producer for the radio show. He’s quite well known in most circles, being everyone’s music and tech go-to. You put your finger to your lips, unwrapping your scarf from your head. Somehow, Jihoon is too absorbed in prep to notice you come in.

“Ji said I could come by. I hope I’m not in the way.” You whisper, unsure of the standards in the studio.

Bumzu smiles, his rougher edges softening. He passes you another set of headphones, plugging them in. The on air sign isn’t on yet, luckily.

“Not at all. We’re just about to start. Make yourself comfortable.” he murmurs. “Jihoon, we’re good to go. Cameras are rolling.”

You look over to see Jihoon settling in in his classic sweats and slides, despite being filmed. The host’s eyes slide to you, widening in shock. He motions to you with a wave, brows quirked. You wave shyly, smiling tentatively. The on air light above you buzzes to life and you settle, fond smile pressing at your lips. A subdued but chill jingle plays, male vocals playing to introduce the show.

“Hey everyone, it’s Woozi and welcome to tonight’s Woozi Tunes, your thursday night music fix. We’ve got new stuff from Justin Bieber and our on campus artist, Bumzu.” Jihoon says into the mic, giving a short wave to a camera.

As he chatters about this and that, his eyes slide your way, holding for prolonged amounts of time. Even Bumzu smiles, waving him off subtly. You’ve probably put him off, poor thing.

“So, first up we have Golden by Harry Styles. All thanks to his new mv, which I really recommend watching. Hope you like it.” He turns a few dials and nudges his headphones off an ear.

Jihoon looks straight at you, squinting a little as he smiles. You mirror his actions, shuffling closer while carefully staying out of the various camera shots.

“Bumzu, we’ve got four in the queue, right?”

The producer next to you nods. “Yeah, an ad segment then I’ll open the request lines. So, ten, maybe fifteen minutes till live. Studio audio has been muted.”

You don’t understand any of the small terms being thrown out around you. But you don’t care too much, bundling your scarf closer to your neck in the enclosed room for something to do.

“Y/n, I didn’t know you were coming.” Jihoon says, empty of malice.

You smile but shrug. “Yeah, I ended up finishing pr- uh, study group earlier than I expected and thought I’d drop by. I hope that’s not too much trouble.”

He shakes his head, shuffling his slides back and forth over the tightly woven grey carpet. Beats and patterns wave behind his head, turning the fluorescent halo around his hair neon.

“Not at all. I’m glad you decided to come. I hope you enjoy it.”

“I always enjoy your radio shows, Ji.” You blurt out.

Your jaw drops at your lack of filter, promptly shutting your mouth as your stomach drops and flutters. Wow, maybe Minghao is a bit right - too obvious. His brows quirk, resting his elbow on his knee.

“You listen to it?” He asks.

“Of course I do! I like you-your music taste.” You clench your teeth through your grin.

Wow, you really needed to learn how to filter your brain better. At least you don’t blush easily. You chatter back and forth about the playlist for tonight and his upcoming guests - he has Seokmin and Jeonghan, a mutual friend of Joshua’s, next week to talk musicals and teaching (how they relate, you’re not really sure). You forget Bumzu is even in the room until he gently clears his throat.

“Jihoon, you’re back on in 60.” He calls quietly.

“Oh! Oh right. Thanks, Bumzu.” Jihoon glances back to you, the tips of his ears a fairy floss pink. He’s grinning though. “Psst, do you want to talk more after the show?”

You nod, shooting a thumbs up, casting a glance back up to the time, hearing the end of a Pink Sweat$ song fade out.

He’s more charismatic over radio than you realise, leaning back in his chair and chatting briefly to one of the callers requesting. Still subdued but open, cracking a grin here and there. You check the radio show’s page to see if anyone is commenting on the show tonight - you’re a frequent snooper. Jihoon has quite a few fans, not just on campus. You bop your head along to his rhythmic playlist and listen intently to his callers. Before you know it, Jihoon is hunched near the controls and ending the show.

“Thanks for tuning into another Woozi Tunes on 97.6 fm. Remember, if you want to listen to this episode or any others, podcast recordings and playlists will be available on Spotify. To play us out, a song for, well a friend. An oldie but a good one - Bruno Mars, Finesse. Woozi, signing off.”

You bite your lip to stifle laughter. His favourite artist, your favourite song. You let him murder it the summer of 2018, long after it had come out, just to annoy Mingyu.

“And… cut. Cameras and audio are off. Another week down.” Bumzu announces, pulling off his headset.

You pull off your own, delicately setting it aside. You give a lone round of applause. “Well done everyone.”

The radio host looks to you, quietly preening as he stands to tug his jacket off the back of his chair. You stay seated out the way as they clear everything away, slotting equipment into draws and wiping down surfaces. There isn’t even any idle chatter between them, but rather than being awkward it’s a moment of peace you didn’t know you wanted. Working, content peace away from everything as of late.

“Jihoon, don’t worry. I’ll finish up.”

Jihoon’s dark brows shoot up. “No no, hyung. We’re almost done.”

“Exactly. There’s not much left and I lock up anyway. You’ve got an early seminar tomorrow. And a guest. You can head off.” The older man insists, his soft edges turning to a stubborn frown.

The younger of the two rolls pretty quick, pushing the keyboard away and nodding. Jihoon’s dark eyes flick to you hopefully as he grabs his keys and wallet from an open draw.

“Alright. Talk tomorrow. Night, hyung.”

You give the older man a wave, bundling yourself up again now that you’re leaving the enclosed space. “Thank you, Bumzu! Good night.”

You head out into the hallway, meandering down to the lift and then the small set of stairs to the entry of the arts building. The rain is heavier as you drift awkwardly, checking your phone and contemplating your journey home.

“How - how are you getting home?” Jihoon asks, flipping his hood up over his dark hair.

You shrug. “Bus. Soonyoung dropped me off, not Junwoo.”

His lips press together as he shows a prolonged nod, kicking at the lino in his slides. You click through for the bus timetable, patting your pockets for your purse. You wonder what he’s waiting for, seeing as he drove here and the carpark for this side of the campus is underground and less than five minutes. He probably had staff parking too because of the radio show.

“Are you busy?” Jihoon asks suddenly, a little sharper than you’re used to.

You shoot him some side eye, tucking your phone away. “What...when?”

“Uh, now?”

You smile, shaking your head and stuffing your hands in your deep coat pockets. “Nope, I’m free.”

His shoulders perk up and he pulls his hood back down. Jihoon’s ears are going a little pink again as he turns back for the stairs further into the building. You feel the tentative excitement rolling off him, rubbing off on you so that you mirror his frame, your own shoulders tucking up around your ears. Every shuffle of your feet echo and the light sensor above you flashes red.

“Do you want to see my new song? I know you haven’t had the chance to see much of them.”

You’d mentioned - gently hounded, you hoped would be the best alternative term - before that you would be excited to hear some of his stuff. You’re already on your way back to the lifts.

“Absolutely! Lead the way.”

You lean over the soundboard, listening intently to the demo track. His voice is distinct, so unlike what you thought it might be. Still, it's versatile and powerful when combined with the lyrics. The beat is steady and you bounce your head along.

You glance to him, leant back in his seat watching you. "You wrote this? Like, all of this?"

He hums. "Yeah. It’s the track I got an HD for.”

Jihoon's arms are crossed and you feel bad that he has to feel defensive with you. You smile then gasp when the pretty singing becomes fluid rapping. His gaze turns with your reactions, concerned. Finally, you pull off the headphones as the minute and a half closes.

"I - singing, rapping! Composing? This is amazing, Ji! I'm so glad your major is music, otherwise your talent would be wasted for sure." You proclaim.

He ducks his head and fluffs at his hair with a smile. Jihoon seems unable to look at you and you let the bashfulness slide - not. You nudge at his chair so it spins.

"Wah, you act like no one has ever said that before!"

"I - it sounds a little different coming from you." he shrugs, still not looking. "Most of them are a little amazed or they're assessors with a job of picking it apart."

You nod and sigh. "Makes sense. Still. I hope you keep that track. I'd listen to it."

Jihoon beams before his sight slides to the digital clock sitting on a shelf - how very retro and efficient - eyes widening as he sits up straight.

“I - It’s almost midnight. We better head out.”

You can’t help but pout, standing up to push your chair in. “Yeah I’ve, of course, got princess things to attend to. Bumzu said you have class, don’t you?”

His slim fingers peek out of his navy sleeves, flying across the keyboard to turn everything off. “Uh-huh. I’m supposed to be doing the readings on it now, but It’s a pretty lax class so I should be able to get away with it.”

Your mouth is flapping silently like a fish, unable to form any coherent speech to reply with. Something not scolding, nor a joke, seeing as he’d just sacrificed his valuable study time to entertain you. Then he’s in the doorway, hand hovering over the light switch.

“Are you coming, Princess? Or am I leaving you in the dark?” Jihoon looks at you expectantly.

You gasp - mostly at the teasing name - and scuttle after him, breaking out into the dingy hall, yellowing walls and all. “I - yeah, sorry! Let’s go.”

(If Jihoon sings along to the radio on the way to yours, you don’t say anything. You’re grateful that he does the same for you when the Top 40 segment comes up in the thirty-five minute trip.)

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fmdminheearchive · 3 years

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hello everyone! finals + anxiety are totally beating my ass right now, but i still want to do some stuff for the event!! so, this post is a plot call!! i’m going to describe what my three kids’ll be up to during the event/some thread ideas, and if you see anything in particular you’d like to snatch up, just let me know via dms or replies! and if you’d like me to come to you, please hit the like button! i know i’ve been slacking on plotting with new people over the last couple of weeks, but i’d love to, so :pleading_face: maybe this event is a good spot to start. also, if you want my d!scord, hmu for it! i find it a little easier to reply on there through my anxiety.

minhee

minhee is so pleased about this whole thing!! she hate hate hates her mother’s stupid christmas and new year events, but this year! she won’t even be in seoul!! suck on that, mom! a little sad that she won’t be with mouse because she got her a really cute cat christmas present stocking ):

dec 25th: concert day! minhee is excited for it. she always loves concerts!! excited to be performing little touch. not much else to say here, but come hang out with her backstage!

dec 26th: minhee needs a roommate so! if your muse is looking for a roommate who probably won’t be spending that much time in the suite, then minhee is your gal!

her randomized drawn card was yellow!! dance machine minhee is in her element! genuinely just there to enjoy herself and do some dancing! flash mobs are meant to be fun, right?

during the afternoon, she’ll probably hit up the italian restaurant, and then head off for a spa day, to be finished off soaking in a hot tub!! someone please join her <3

holiday ball!! she’s excited to go to an event like this with co-workers and friends instead of her parents and their high society frenemies. someone come drink and decorate cookies with her, it’ll be so fun, i promise!!

dec 27th: she’ll probably spend her free day in the pool and the hot tubs again, and eat at the korean / american bbq grill restaurant! after docking, she’ll definitely be going out to visit taipei! she’ll do some shopping, drop her bags off at her suite, and then head back out to take in some nightlife. if anyone’s muses are interested in partying with minhee during their free night, hmu!

dec 28th: today.... will be minhee’s own personal hell. she drew the red card, which means she’s going to... have ... she’s... going to... have to cook. on top of that, she’ll probably be hungover too. somebody please help her and stick her on like washing up duty or something.

she’ll be back to her regular self by the time they’re backstage at the concert again though, don’t worry!

dec 29th: on the 29th, minhee is gonna treat herself to an all she can eat meal at the sushi restaurant! but otherwise, today she’s just going to be exploring all the different parts of the ship she hasn’t been to yet so there’s nothing there!!

dec 30th: she drew blue, finally! minhee is always down for more spa time. i think she’ll go for the free mani-pedi, so if anyone wants to chat shit with minhee over getting their nails done, now is your chance!

her free time this evening will be spent... in the bar again, but also in the game room maybe!! she’s shitty at card games and always tries to cheat, so if anyone wants to hang out or tell her off for cheating, come on downnn.

dec 31st: concert will go well, as per usual!!

new year’s party!! minhee will be very drunk ringing in the new year, v excited for the fireworks, and probably in search of someone to kith at midnight.

jan 1st: luckily, lipstick’s fansign isn’t until the afternoon, and... that’s the first time anyone will see minhee that day. she’ll be sleeping off the results of the previous night for as long as she can get away with. lipstick members, fuse members and gal.actic members, i’m sorry for her crankiness already.

eunah

the christmas season this year is a pretty big deal for eunah, even though she’ll be spending it like this. it marks the one year anniversary of her starting to get help for her eating disorder, so she’ll probably be in a kind of funny mood as she thinks back on the year and how far she’s come.

dec 25th: excited for the concert, especially since 7rophy’s set is over pretty early in the show. she’s hoping to just relax backstage for the rest of the show.

dec 26th: eunah’s going to room with lux because... why wouldn’t she. her having a roommate doesn’t really matter too much though because she’ll just sleep, wake up, leave for the day, repeat. she won’t be spending any time in the room anyways.

she drew red for her card for the 26th!! eunah actually likes decorating, so she’ll probably be enjoying herself well enough. unfortunately she’s tiny so if anyone tall would please help her reach some stuff, that would be much appreciated.

she probably won’t spend the whole time at the holiday ball!! she’ll mingle around for a couple of hours and then dip out to rack up charges on her bill as she sets about calling her family back home.

dec 27th: i think eunah’s going to spend the 27th curled up in the library for the most part!! she’ll probably duck out to go for sushi if anyone wants to join her, but mostly she’s just going to relax, read, and maybe work on some lyrics.

she’ll probably head out to taipei during the evening though to do some light shopping, but that’s about it there! (unless anyone wants to drag her along to anything.)

dec 28th: on the 28th, eunah is very happy that she hardly bought anything the prior evening, because she drew the blue card! she does really love shopping, so someone come with eunah for a treat yourself moment!

same as the previous concert, she’ll get 7rophy’s set out of the way and spend the rest of the time relaxing.

dec 29th: eunah will be spending the 29th moving between the library, the games room, the observation lounge, and, of course, the sushi restaurant. just a chill day!! maybe she’ll go to the spa for a massage, if anyone would like to join her. she’s always apprehensive going for one, but they help her a lot.

dec 30th: eunah drew red, so that means she’ll be cleaning! she’s surprisingly hardy when it comes to cleaning, so she won’t be shying away from anything. maybe she’ll convince your muse to scrub a bit harder? or... once again... she’ll probably need help reaching some shit.

dec 31st: you guys know her concert routine by now.

i think!! eunah will actually allow herself to have some fun and get drunk at the new year’s party! she’s a big lightweight, so it won’t take much. does anyone wanna come to the theatre with her?? preferably any other musical kid?? so they can drunkenly sing theatre duets together!!

jan 1st: she’ll put on her best smile for 7rophy’s fan sign, but she’ll probably not be in the most... energetic mood. or whatever eunah’s version of energetic is. she’ll be amicable though, as per usual!! wish, 7rophy or silhouette members please come get a coffee with her while they’re waiting around.

dowoon

dowoon is pretty neutral about the whole thing!! as per usual, he’s just vibing. he doesn’t really care about christmas. can’t help but cringe at some of the spectacle people get up to when it comes to like extreme amounts of lights, so he’s happy enough to be somewhere that at least feels like it has a right to be decorated.

dec 25th: dowoon will put his best foot forward at the concert, like he always does! after charm’s set, you can probably find him facetiming his dog.

dec 26th: dowoon is rooming with yeonggi because they are bffs!! stan dogi <3

after that dowoon is headed to the pool, courtesy of the blue card he drew! kinda wishes he drew yellow instead but he likes swimming well enough, and will probably enjoy playing games!! someone come race in the pool w/ him maybe.

he’s honestly most excited to try all the different restaurants, and will be starting with the french fine dining one because he thinks he’ll like it the least.

doesn’t really care much about the holiday ball, but a party’s a party, he supposes, so whatever.

dec 27th: today dowoon is checking out the sushi restaurant!!

aside from that, he’s just relaxing in his suite LOL

will go out to get something to eat and maybe a couple of drinks in taipei in the evening though, if anyone wants to join him.

dec 28th: dowoon drew blue again!! he’s not big into shopping for himself (at all), so i think he’s going to use the money to pick out some nice gifts for his parents and his dog, and maybe something small for himself.

then it’s concert time! dowoon does his dance, he’s great, that’s all there is to know.

dec 29th: the next restaurant on dowoon’s list is the italian place!! again looking for a food critic partner in crime xoxo

otherwise, dowoon will probably just be vibing in various places around the ship. god, he is so boring.

dec 30th: dowoon drew yellow, and he’ll be sneaking off to join the red team to clean! he’s a decent actor and is known to work by himself a lot, so i don’t think he’ll be that suspicious.

last restaurant today!! the korean and american bbq grill. he left it for last because he knew he was guaranteed to enjoy it.

dec 31st: concert. hit hit hit hit sound.

new year’s party!! omg i am opening the floor to something inch resting if anyone has even read this far........ who wants to kith at midnight? but like not in the fun minhee way, maybe in a kind of emo we drank together for the last couple of hours on the observatory deck way and now we are kissing because it’s the new year. but like also dowoon does not like to Feel so he’ll probably be like “bye” and just fucking leave right after. nice one bro this is why you don’t get any.

jan 1st: dowoon holds his alcohol pretty well, so he’ll be fine for the fan sign, but if any of the members from charm, origin or mars need a pick me up, he doesn’t mind giving them some painkillers or whatever.

#guys this is 10 years long i am so sorry but!!! plots pls <3 #fmdcall #alcohol tw #just?? mentions of my kids drinking on new years #edit: and now i have to go do my makeup omfg i'm running late but i wanted to get this out!!!

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not a competition

Pairing: peter parker x female!reader

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: a little cussing, nothing major.

Plot: You’re not competing with Peter Parker, that’s just ridiculous and you were not doing it. No matter what MJ said. You were frenemies with Peter Parker and best friends with spotspidey on instagram. You had no idea what it would mean.

Prompt: Enemies IRL and best friends online

You weren’t competing with Peter Parker. It was a ridiculous concept, you refused to acknowledge that. But if, and only if, you were competing with him, you were winning anyway.

There was this ongoing thing between you two where you weren’t really enemies, you didn’t even talk if you were honest, but the two of you were always trying to one-up the other.

You didn’t know when it all started, but now you announced your grades nonchalantly loud whenever Peter was around and when he was the one with a better grade you rolled your eyes and scoffed. It didn’t matter that you smirked at him, raising an eyebrow whenever you were the one with the better grade.

It was ridiculous really, that’s why you weren’t competing with him. Nope. Nopety no. It was too lame to admit.

“I can’t believe you’re still doing it,” MJ sounded bored. She had her eyebrow raised when you said you got an A- in physics. You refused to blush.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You tried to sound nonchalant but your voice failed you, you face with a slight blush.

You heard Peter tell Ned he got an A+. You squinted your eyes and pouted.

“C’ mon,” MJ nudged you, “Tell him he’s cute, ask him out or something, this weird dance you’re doing is nauseating.”

“Hey,” You protested. “I don’t like him,” your mumble not really convincing. “He is irritating and smart and dorky.”

“Oh,” MJ chuckled. “You’re in way deeper than I thought.”

“I’m not,” You frowned, you barely stopped yourself from stomping your foot because you’d never hear the end of it.

Your phone chimed, you smiled down at the notification. You opened Instagram and tried to contain a smile.

(yourighandle): spotspidey: school is sucking the life outta me

(yourighandle): spotspidey: I think today took like 5 years out of my life span

You chuckled. He was always dramatic. It was a bit funny how you could feel so strongly about a person you didn’t even know. Sometimes you wondered if you were being catfished, like it was a good possibility but, at the same time, you didn’t really care?

yourighandle: ever so dramatic,,, it’s not that bad.

yourighandle: my day was off to a bad start, I got an A-

spotspidey: who’s dramatic now?

yourighandle: you

spotspidey: no :( meany

yourighandle: aw bby you gonna get over it

You smiled down your phone and ran a hand through your hair. The bell rang way too soon and you sighed.

“I always forget about your ig boyfriend,” MJ looked amused.

“That again? Girl, you seriously need new stuff to talk about.”

“What can I do if you’re into two hopeless boys?!”

“I’m not into either of them.”

“Yeah, right.” MJ wasn’t convinced at all. “Let’s go to class, loser.”

You groaned but followed her through the school to your lockers, they were side by side.

“Where’s that loser penis parker?” You heard Flash say with a tone to his voice that made you frown. “You think I can make him cry today?”

You felt pure rage bubble inside you, you turned to where he was standing and smiled sweetly at him. He smiled back at you, looking surprised. You walked to him and put your hands on his shoulders.

“Oh Flash,” You kept your voice sweet and a smile on your face before you knee him in the balls. “Think again before being such an asshole.”

You cleaned your throat, went back to your locker with a victorious smile on your face, got your things and headed to class. He was on the floor cupping his crotch.

“Oh my god,” MJ was laughing by your side. “I can’t believe you did that.”

“Me too,” You laughed along with her. “I’m kinda freaking out.”

“Chill, nobody’s gonna tell on you, everybody knows that Flash is a jerk.”

You shrugged, you didn’t know why you did that. But the thought of anyone messing with Peter Parker after all he went through was too much for you.

Of course, you two had that grades thing going on, but it was never mean or anything. It was like you needed that sense of normalcy that came with this competition (no, you never admitted it was a competition and you never would).

yourighandle: I just kneed a guy in the balls.

You sent to your ig friend as soon as your butt touched the classroom chair. He replied right away.

spotspidey: you go, girl,

spotspidey: what did he do if you don’t mind me asking

yourighandle: asshole bully honestly I don’t know how anyone did it before

spotspidey: that’s even better omg

yourighandle: I can’t help being so cool ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

spotspidey: lol won’t disagree

You smiled at that, Spotspidey was a dork. It was weird he didn’t say what his name was, so you also didn’t share any personal info. You weren’t dumb, stranger danger and all that, your mom taught you right, okay?

It was your side ig account, you only posted edits and artsy stuff. Never your face. Never anything personal, apart from your nickname.

You always commented on spotspidey’s pictures because they were awesome and his captions were always the best, so one day you sent him a message on the dm and it all started.

Nowadays talking to him every day was so part of your routine that when it didn’t happen you felt like an important piece of your day was missing.

You went through your day like a breeze after the encounter with Flash, most of the classes were easy, the homework that sucked.

You were walking out of the door after the long school day, you spotted Peter talking to Ned. As soon as you saw him, he saw you too. He jogged to catch up with you and smiled brightly when he reached you.

“So, I heard you defended my honor today?”

“You honor? Didn’t know you had that, Parker.” You teased him.

“I’m glad you’re still you.” He chuckled.

“He deserves that. Someone had to do something.”

“I’m buzzing that “something” to you means kneeing a guy on the balls and not like report his harassment to the school administration.”

“Oh, please,” You rolled your eyes. “They’d never do anything about it anyway.”

“So now you’re the friendly neighborhood bully avenger?” He was trying not to laugh at his own lame joke, oh god this boy was ridiculously cute.

“I like to think of myself as the unfriendly neighborhood bully avenger, please.”

Peter snorted and you let out a low chuckle, damn Parker.

“Spider-man has tough competition now,” He commented. You were walking together to the subway station. How the tables had turned.

You saw MJ passing by and raising an eyebrow with her lips pursed so as not to laugh, you sent her a glare that wasn’t convincing at all.

“He better watch out,” You said flipping your hair off your shoulder.

You two giggled and bumped shoulders. You were trying to hide a smile.

“Thank you,” Peter turned his head to look at you.

“Anytime,” You smiled at him.

“Good thing I can count on you to save me.”

“I wouldn't go that far, but I know a friend who knows a friend that can keep an eye on you, you princess in distress.”

Peter chuckled again, shaking his head as if he found the idea quite ridiculous.

“Yeah, I guess I won’t need that,” He ended up saying.

“Why do I feel I’m not getting the joke?”

“Because maybe you’re not,” Peter shrugged. You elbowed him.

“Hey,” You protested.

You ended up going home together and somehow you were now sharing your earphones with Peter as you jammed to Paramore. People who didn’t like Paramore couldn’t be trusted.

You arrived at home and as you slumped into the couch you shoot a message to spotspidey.

yourighandle: do u like Paramore

spotspidey: duh?!?!

yourighandle: good

yourighandle: our friendship was on the line dude

spotspidey: pfff as if my music taste wasn’t on point

yourighandle: tell me more about it

spotspidey: wow it’s like you’re asking me to strip

spotspidey: strip my soul right on this chat

You snorted out loud. Oh god, he was aDORKable. And by even thinking about this you were also in the dork section right beside him.

You sighed. What wouldn’t you give to know who he was so you could hang out. What if you had already seen him on the street or talked to him, or you two went to midtown. What if you two had classes together or went to the same Starbucks all the time?

The day went by just fine, it was starting to get dark out and you were hungry. Your parents were still at work, something had come up and you were going to get take out from the restaurant two blocks away.

You got your food and you felt weird. You snapped a pic for spotspidey and he replayed the story.

spotspidey: thanks for reminding me how hungry I am

yourighandle: anytime ;)

You started walking home from the restaurant and as you passed through an alley someone grabbed you and put a hand on your mouth.

You tried to scream and kick the guy but he was stronger than you. Maybe thirty seconds passed and suddenly Spider-man was in front of you.

“You should really let her go.” He said, his voice weirdly pissed off.

The guy was stunned and dropped his hands quickly. Spider-man put his hands on your shoulders and down your arms.

“You okay?” He asked softly.

“Yeah,” You mumbled, eyes wide still in shock.

The guy started to run away but Spider-man shot a web at him and glued him to the wall.

You were trying to take deep breaths and calm yourself down. It was a fucking big scare and you just wanted to cry. You felt arms around you and stopped breathing for a second. Spider-man was hugging you.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now.” He whispered to you, holding you close.

“Okay, thank you.” You said shakily.

“Let’s get you home, shall we?” Spider-man said and you just nodded. He wrapped his arm around your waist and suddenly you were in the air, swinging with him.

“I live like a block away,” You said breathlessly.

“Cool, which house?”

“The brownstone apartment building, right there” You pointed at your home.

He took you to the top of the building and let you down.

“Are you really okay?” He sounded concerned.

“Yeah, nothing really bad happened,” You shrugged trying to convince yourself too. “Thank you,” You smiled shyly at him.

“Anytime,” He rubbed the back of his neck. You bit your lip thinking if you should do what you were about to do. You guessed there wasn’t a better time than now.

“Uh, it’s gonna sound really weird considering you basically just saved my life but like I have a friend who is a great fan of yours and like maybe, uh, could you take a pic with me?” You were blushing and speaking really fast. Spider-man chuckled and looked down.

“Of course, c’ mon.” He reached for you and pulled you close.

You got your phone out and snapped a couple of pictures, one you were smiling and the other you were pulling a silly face and Spider-man had a peace sign behind your head. You giggled while putting your phone back inside the pocket of your pants.

“Thank you again, he’ll be thrilled and also thank you for, you know, saving me.”

“Nah, it’s just my job.”

“The friendly neighborhood Spider-man,” You joked.

“I mean, yeah,” He sounded a bit embarrassed.

“Cool, I’m called the unfriendly neighborhood bully avenger.”

Spider-man let a laugh out like it was punched out of him.

“Cool, I mean, if I ever have a bully problem I know who to bring them to.”

“Count on me, Spidey,” You make finger guns and winks at him.

You both giggle and you point at the door. “I better get going, you know, I bet you still have people to save and stuff.”

“I guess my shift is over,” He shrugged.

“Even superheroes have to rest I guess.”

“And do homework,” Spidey said, looking startled right after like he said something wrong.

“Homework is the worst! So, good luck with that.”

You waved goodbye and headed to the door, having your back to the hero.

“Good night, Spidey. And thank you again,” You turned one last time, he was still watching you leave. He nodded his head and waved a little. You grinned at him and wondered how that was your life.

You got home and plated the food. Your heart was still beating fast, you tried to make sense of what happened tonight, shuddering when you thought about what could have happened. Thank God Spider-man showed up. You took a deep breath.

yourighandle: I guess I did your job tonight

spotspidey: how so ma’am?

yourighandle sent a photo reply.

spotspidey: holy shit

spotspidey: that’s your face

spotspidey: by Spider-man’s face

yourighandle: we’re bros

yourighandle sent a photo reply.

spotspidey: I have no words rn

spotspidey: you’re distracting me with your cute face I’m trying to do homework

yourighandle: your face is cute

yourighandle: oh wait I guess that’s not an insult

yourighandle: you're distracting yourself

yourighandle: get down to business

spotspidey: to defeat the Huns?

yourighandle: really?

yourighandle: you gonna hit me w Disney songs and expect me not to distract you?

yourighandle sent a video reply.

Now that spotspidey had seen your face you didn’t have much to hide. Even if he didn’t feel comfortable showing you himself, it was nice to have this new layer to your relationship.

You sent him a video blasting ‘make a man out of you’ and couldn’t care less.

spotspidey: this video will be forever kept in my heart

yourighandle: I am all in your heart already silly

spotspidey: like a murmur?

yourighandle: like a heart attack

spotspidey: that’s mean

yourighandle sent a photo reply.

spotspidey: you’re killing me

yourighandle: maybe that’s the goal

yourighandle: you’ll never know my true plan

spotspidey: I guess I’ll have to call a guy

yourighandle: hope it’s not my bud spidey, he’ll fight for my honor

spotspidey: I’m not questioning that at all

yourighandle: lol go do your homework loser

spotspidey: responsible loser at least

yourighandle: true that

You laid on your bed that night thinking about the three boys you talked to today. Peter was funny and dorky, much nicer than you’d ever expect. Spider-man was caring and so nice, too. And spotspidey was awesome, funny, a complete nerd but in the best way possible. You sighed, what a weird day.

The next day at school was ordinary, for the most part at least. Peter waved at you and smiled brightly, MJ elbowed you because of that and you were sure you’d never hear the end of it.

“Guess you talked to your boyfriend irl.”

“I can’t believe you just said ‘irl’, you’re a basic girl now, MJ.”

She gasped pretending to be offended, at least you hoped she was pretending. She had a too good poker face.

“You get the basic white boyfriend and I am the basic girl?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” You pouted, your voice way too close to a whine for your liking.

MJ snorted and gave you a pointed look, one you definitely decided to ignore. You headed to class and it was just as boring as usual until AP biology. It was one of the classes you shared with Peter.

The teacher assigned a project to be done in pairs and chose said pairs. You were developing a project with Peter Parker.

“Hey, partner,” Peter said with a smile on his face, way too coy to fit him.

“Hey, pal.”

“So, project…” He touched the back of his head.

“My house or yours?” You tilted your head to the side.

“Uh,” He seemed to think. “Let’s go to mine.”

“Okay,” You smiled up at him. “Meet me at my locker?”

“Sure thing,” Peter was at the door to leave for his next class. “See you later alligator.”

You laughed, “See you, loser.”

“Hey, not nice.”

“Never claimed I was,” You shrugged, the smile still on your face, it was getting harder and harder to be serious whenever the boy was around.

Peter shook his head and chuckled looking down, when he looked up at you with a bright smile on his face and eyes sparkling you sucked in a breath and bit your lip, forgetting how to breathe for a second.

He left and you finished packing your bag, also leaving for your next class. At least you shared it with MJ.

It was not good that you had this class with MJ, she was teasing mercilessly about Peter and spotspidey.

“God, your ig boyfriend is being cheated on.” MJ had a frown on her face. “I never thought you’d do that, totally surprised and disappointed.”

“What are you even talking about?” You chuckled.

“You and Peter making heart eyes at each other and you misleading your internet boyfriend, duh.”

“Uh, no to both of these statements,” You tilted your head.

MJ chuckled and revolved her focus to the assignment the teacher had asked. Or so you thought. She lifted her notebook and there was a drawing of you and Peter with your chins leaning on your hands and big silly hearts over your eyes.

You laughed and pushed MJ’s shoulders, “C’mon, MJ, lay off, let me live.”

“I appreciate how you didn’t deny anything.”

“I’m not leading Spotspidey on,” You frowned. “We’re friends, that’s all.”

MJ nodded but pointed at the drawing one more time.

“And about Peter, I’m not even gonna dignify you with an answer.” MJ hummed and smirked, you kept looking at each other until both of you cracked and started laughing out loud, the teacher shushing you and giving you a stern look.

“Sorry,” You said and went back to your assignment.

The class was over and with that, you headed back to your locker to leave. Peter was already waiting for you leaning on the lockers by yours. Damn, he was cute. Who were you trying to kid?

He silently waited for you to get your things ready, looking down at his phone at one point and typing fast.

“Let’s go?”

“Sure,” He pocketed his phone and started walking by your side.

“How do you feel about a sub at Delmar’s?” Peter said looking at you.

“Fine by me.”

They headed to the snack bar and got two sandwiches to go, going to Peter’s right after.

“How do you want to do this?” You asked as soon as you stepped foot on his house. Peter blushed, the tips of his ears getting red as well as his cheeks.

You chuckled. “Get your head out of the gutter, Parker.”

“Easier said than done,” He mumbled. You didn’t think you were supposed to have heard that.

You followed him to his room and sat on the bed, opening your backpack and taking the Biology book and your notebook out.

You started well, Peter doing some research on his laptop as you took some notes and included some things from the book, eating the sandwich between one information and the other. Peter started writing the essay with the information you were giving out, it was easy to work with him, he was crazy smart.

Your mind started wandering as you looked at his room. You hadn’t paid much attention when you first got in.

“Oh my god,” You gasped.

“What is it?” Peter sounded concerned, he was frowning.

“You have the millennium falcon lego set IN A BOX?” You were disappointed with him, seriously. “How dare you, Parker?!”

“Uh, sorry?”

“You should be! Let’s build it!”

You got up from the bed and touched his arm, sliding your hand until you reached his hand and pulled him up.

“But the project…” Peter tried to argue.

“Please,” You stretched the word and pouted. “I promise we’ll finish it later.”

That’s how you ended up spending three hours to build half the ship. You couldn’t remember when you had more fun, ‘God, I’m such a nerd.’ You thought to yourself as you laughed at one of Peter’s science puns.

You retrieved your phone to snap a pic to send to Spotspidey on ig, then took a picture with your thumbs up and Peter looking down in the background.

You sent it to him with a smiley face emoji and smiled to yourself before looking up and seeing Peter looking so cute you might cry.

He was holding the BB8 toy with a bright smile on his lips. “This is the cutest thing I have ever seen,” He said.

“Me too,” You must have had a look on your face that gave you away because you had Peter blushing softly.

“Now I have to take a picture of this moment,” You held your phone up and Peter put the little BB8 near his face and smiled big enough for his eyes to get tiny. Your heart warmed up with that picture and you promised yourself you would cherish it forever.

“This is the best picture I’ve ever seen,” You announce before chuckling softly.

You posted it on your story and not 5 minutes had passed before you received a message from Ned.

(yourighandle): leedstheway: the BETRAYAL this has

(yourighandle): leedstheway: I’m disowning Peter

(yourighandle): leedstheway: I’m calling the police on this crime

“I think Ned is upset,” You turned your phone to Peter for him to see the messages.

Peter laughed, “Excuse me,” He took the phone from your hands and took a picture of himself pouting.

You may or may not have melted right there. Maybe MJ has been right with all her annoying crush thing.

Thankfully you had Instagram save all your pictures, so you had Peter’s pout on your gallery. Small miracles and all that.

You two perked up when you heard the front down open and close.

“My aunt’s home.”

“Cool.”

You two continued building the ship until there was a knock on the door.

“Hey!” May said with a smile on her face.

“Hello,” You smiled back at her.

“I’m May, Peter’s aunt,” She waved.

“Oh, I’m (y/n), nice to meet you, May,” You waved back. “We’re working on a biology project.”

“I see…” May raised an eyebrow and you and Peter had the decency to blush. “Okay, kids, I’m ordering Chinese for dinner.”

“Maybe I should go,” You started getting up, your cheeks still red.

“Don’t be silly, have dinner with us.”

You looked at Peter not knowing what to do. “Stay,” He said. You nodded and sat back.

“I don’t think we’re finishing it today.” You pouted.

“Maybe you can come over tomorrow?” Peter touched the back of the neck, looking embarrassed.

“I’d love to,” You smiled shyly. You heard May calling you so you put the unfinished ship to the side. “We should also finish our essay?”

“Of course,” Peter has that sly smile on his face, “I still have to beat you for valedictorian.”

“Only in your dreams, Parker.”

You kept lightly pushing each other before you started laughing. May was looking at you with a knowing smile on her face, turning around when you both looked at her. You would figure it out yourselves.

They ate dinner in comfortable silence, making small comments about the food and how hungry they were.

“I’ll take you home, (Y/N).”

“I’ll be okay!” You brushed it off. “I live like five blocks away.”

“I insist,” Peter pressed.

“No, really, I’ll be just fine! I promise I’ll call you when I arrive home.”

Peter seemed neither confident nor happy about it, the look on his face making it clear, but he let you do as you wished anyway.

You were about one block away when Spider-man landed on your side. You jumped a foot away, startled.

“Waking by yourself at this time, miss?”

“You’re my mom now, Mr. Spider-man?”

“Nah, just your hero.”

“Good, will you take me home?” What? You wanted to swing through the air in Spider-man’s arms! Who could judge you for this selfish wish? Spider-man could, but he didn’t. He actually chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist and shot his web. You went flying through the air securely in Spider-man’s arms.

You two landed softly on the top of your building.

“All safe and sound, princess?”

“If you ever call me princess again I’m going to knee you in the balls.”

“You really have something for kneeing men in the balls,” He said, voice playful.

“It’s what they deserve,” You pause frowning. “How’d you know that?”

“haha, interesting question but now I gotta go, you know, save people and stuff.” And as sudden as he appeared he left. You frowned but got in your building, going down the stairs to your floor.

You called Peter to tell him you’re home safe and sound.

“Hey, Pete.”

“Uh, hey.”

“I’m home, just so you know.”

“Oh, okay, glad you’re safe,” He giggled nervously.

“uh, okay? See you tomorrow.”

“See you, good night.”

“Night,” You said before hanging up.

He was so odd, so not himself on the phone that it was weird. You check your ig for Spotspidey and he had just answered.

spotspidey: haha good fun u had today

yourighandle: yeah it was awesome

yourighandle: the millennium falcon is almost done!!!!

spotspidey: cool

You frowned, why was spotspidey so weird now? Why was everybody acting odd? Maybe it was just you.

The next day wasn’t much different. Peter was clearly ignoring you, on lunch break, you walked to him and he turned red and mumbled he had already finished the essay and Ned wanted to finish building the millennium falcon with him, dismissing you greatly.

You had no reaction but to nod stunned. You couldn’t believe Peter was treating you this way. He had never treated you like this, not even when you were low key enemies.

“Okay,” You whispered before walking away, feeling so utterly disappointed you didn’t really know how to act.

You tried to reach out to Spotspidey, to have some comfort but was left on read. Your eyes started filling up with water and you tried to take a shaky breath and stop yourself crying in the middle of the hall.

MJ saw you and came running. You let her wrap her arms around you and then you couldn’t stop yourself. You cried quietly in her arms. She must have pulled you to the side because now you were by the wall.

You looked up, bottom lip wobbling, “Try taking deep breaths, will you?” Her voice was soft and she ran a hand through your hair.

You did as she instructed and started to calm down.

“What happened?”

“Peter is acting really weird and my ig friend isn’t talking to me either and everything was just fine yesterday but now it’s all crumbling down.”

You felt tears threaten to come back, your voice sounding strangled. You didn’t know why it was affecting you so badly.

“What if it’s something I did? It’s my fault, I fuck everything up.”

“No,” MJ said sternly. “You don’t get to talk about my best friend like that.”

“MJ,” You whispered. “Thank you.”

“Boys are dumb, (Y/N),” She hugged you. “Don’t let them make you think less of yourself.”

She let you go and grabbed your hand. “Now let’s wash this face and get our shit together.”

You chuckled softly and followed her. She was the best best friend you could have ever asked for.

After washing your face and breathing deeply you headed to the rest of the classes for the day and wished for them to go quickly. You couldn’t wait to go home.

When you were leaving you bumped into someone, you looked up to apologize and it was Peter. You shot him a hurt look and mumble an apology, not giving him time to reply and left with your head down.

You decided you would try again with Spotspidey, maybe he was just busy.

yourighandle: hey dude (seen)

You waited for hours deliberately trying not to check your phone. You did all your school work, procrastinated a bit, made dinner with your mom, watched a couple episodes of queer eye to pretend you were crying because of that and not because your online best friend was ignoring you.

He was ignoring you. You were sure of that after the second day he refused to answer your messages. You could see him typing but soon he would delete it and not send anything.

The message you were so anxiously waiting came after the fourth day trying to reach out to him.

spotspidey: leave me alone.

It hurt, but it hurt so much more than you ever thought it would. The thought that he could have been just playing with you, that he had been collecting info, or that it meant nothing to him made it sting.

You were waiting for the pictures of you being silly pop out throughout the school, or on the internet. You were waiting for the other shoe to drop. You were waiting for a sign that it all meant something other than you being so easily discarded that it wasn’t even worth a second thought.

All these days when things had been weird you had seen Spider-man. He was always somewhere near you when you went out. As if he was watching over you exclusively. It made you angry.

You saw a red suit pick out of an alley near your house.

“Leave me ALONE,” You said loudly. “Stop doing this weird stalking thing, dude.”

Spider-man got out of the alley with his head down.

“Sorry,” He mumbled. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Why?” You laughed bitterly. “I’m just some lame girl you saved once, nothing more, nothing special about me.”

“Don’t- don’t say that, please.”

“It’s true,” You said with finality to your tone. “Now, if you could please stop doing what you’re doing-“

“Why?”

“Because- because seeing you reminds me of people I’d better forget.”

“Oh,” He said softly.

“I’m sorry I’m being ungrateful right now but- but- oh my god,” Your voice broke and you started to cry (fricking cry!) in the middle of the street. “I gotta go.”

You all but ran the rest of the way to your house, feeling embarrassed and just sad.

You put on your earphones, laying on your bed and just as you were about to put some music on you saw a notification that made your breath catch on your throat.

(yourighandle): spotspidey sent a video.

You sucked in a breath and clicked on the ig icon, went to your messages and clicked on his icon. You wanted to delay this as much as you possibly could.

Spider-man appeared on your phone screen and you sat up immediately.

“I know I fucked up, but this-“ He paused to take his mask off. You gasp out loud as you saw Peter Parker’s face, eyes bloodshot as if he had been crying, hair a mess and looking so soft you just wanted to hold him in your arms.

“This is why I disappeared. You knew me three different ways and I thought-“ The vídeo ended. There was another one.

“I thought you’d be disappointed to know they were me. Penis Parker, the loser.” Peter sounded defeated and as if he would start crying any minute. The video was over and you had a hand over your mouth, too shocked to do anything else.

There was another video and a message.

spotspidey: this is me, I know it’s not what you expected.

spotspidey: or wanted anyway

“So like if you could keep this a secret,” Peter had his hand in the back of his head. “I’m sorry, (y/n).”

Your heart was beating so hard it seemed like it was going to pop out of your chest. Your finger moved on its own accord and suddenly you were calling Peter.

“Hel-“ You didn’t give him a chance to speak.

“You’d never disappoint me, Peter Parker.”

You heard him sigh. “You don’t have to do that,” he mumbled.

“Peter, listen to me now. You are the smartest guy I’ve ever met, you’re a great friend, you are so sweet and kind to everyone you meet, you are an amazing person and you don’t get to talk about my best friend like that. You’re funny and yes, Parker, you’re a nerd! But in the best way possible.”

You were a little out of breath because you were speaking fast in case Peter decided to hang up.

“You are everything, Peter.” You finished your little speech.

“I-“ He chuckled sounding self-conscious. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Come over so we can hug it out.”

“Okay.”

You waited for less than five minutes and Spidey was knocking on your window. You opened it and he slipped inside the room.

“Hey,” You watched as he took his mask off.

“It’s really you,” you were still impressed and a bit astonished by it all.

“Yeah,” Peter smiled sadly.

You walked up to him and pulled him into a hug. He melted into it, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing you close. Your bodies molded into each other, you fit like a missing jigsaw puzzle piece. You breathed him in and he did the same.

You had your eyes closed and was just enjoying being that close to him. Peter, spotspidey, Spider-man. They were all the same.

You pulled away, hands resting on Peter’s shoulders.

“It might mess everything up,” you said before leaning in and kissing him on the lips. It was just a press of lips at first but then your lips started moving against his and it changed everything.

You ran your fingers through his hair and he pulled you impossibly closer by the waist, fingers slipping under your shirt to touch your bare hips. You split in order to take a breath.

“So…” Peter said.

“That’s that,” both of you chuckled feeling a little embarrassed.

“That’s cool.”

“Yeah?” You asked with red cheeks and a small smile on your face.

“Yeah, I’d like you to do that again.”

“Many times?” You pushed him a little.

“All the time from now on,” He was still holding you and smiling.

“I could get on board with that.”

“We still need to talk, I kept things from you.”

“Aw please, later? We can talk about all the feelings later,” You leaned on his chest, he chuckled hugging you tight.

“What do you suggest we do now, then?”

“Nap, cuddle, make out. In that order, please.”

“Maybe I should change,” He suggested. He was probably right, it would be weird if your parent caught you snuggling someone dressed as Spider-man.

“I’m gonna grab some sweatpants for you and me.”

You rummaged through your closet and you two quickly changed, turning your back to the other to give them a sense of privacy. Maybe it would have been easier to go to the bathroom but it would take longer and you wanted to cuddle that boy to death right away.

You settled on the bed and Peter spooned you. “I don’t know why I have to be the little spoon,” you complained. “You deserve to be held and cared for too.”

It was much easier to say these things when you weren’t facing him, so you just told him everything that was on your mind.

“We can switch later, grumpy.”

“Hey!” You protested with no heat.

You enjoyed being held and could feel his breath on the back of your neck, it calmed and settled you.

“I forgive you,” you whispered suddenly. “If that’s what you need to hear. You were always forgiven, Pete.”

Your voice was getting slower and deeper was sleep took over you.

“Thanks,” was the last thing you heard him say before falling asleep in Peter Parker’s arms.

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p4nkow · 5 years

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Happier - part V

I know things are evolving very slowly but I promise next part is gonna be worth the wait ☕️

I always have so much fun writing the scenes with the boys so I hope you enjoy as much as I did. It can also be read as Ben!Roger and please let me know what you think! My dms and inbox are always open

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV

Summary: you work as an assistant at EMI and you meet Roger while organising Queen’s gig at Hyde Park. lots of fluff but then, after months of relationship, Roger admits something that breaks your heart and the two of you break up. You try to move on and so does he, but after two months of being apart you meet at a pub and you both have a date. What will happen? But most importantly, will you and Roger fall in love again after being forced to see each other everyday?

“It might be useful” Brian said while giving a look at the recording studio.

You‘d been in Montreux for two days by now. The flight had seemed endless and you spent most of it trying to plan the upcoming tour; Freddie had helped you out with it, even though there still were a lot of things to take care of.

And then there was also the album release party to plan, which according to Freddie would have been the most outrageous party ever. And that terrified you.

You narrowed your brows by looking closely at the building— it was a pretty different place compared to the Rockfield Studios. Modern, even.

“What for?”

He shrugged and the gentle breeze led some strikes of his curly hair in front of his face. “Maybe we won’t argue a lot here. Y’know, being far from home and all that stuff.”

You sighed as you thought that it was a pretty impossible thing to happen and you followed him inside the studios.

The rest of boys were already there, chatting close to the recording room. RT, who was now a friend of the band rather than their producer, was busy with the sound board but you were pretty sure he was just trying to ignore them. Veronica was nowhere to be seen and you already missed her.

“Oh great, you finally remembered we’re here to record an album.” Roger didn’t miss the chance to snide remarks to Brian, who answered by giving him a death stare.

You couldn’t help but think that Roger had broken up with Nicole, but why? He seemed happy with her.

“Y/N, darling, don’t you think it might be easier for us to record Don’t stop me now first? Brian’s booty song—”

Brian rolled his eyes at Freddie’s words. “Fat bottomed girls.”

“Yeah, that one might take us a little longer.”

John gave him an annoyed look. “Says the one who wants a section of his bicycles song to be composed only by the sound of bicycle bells.”

“From what I’ve heard during rehearsals Don’t stop me now might be the best choice as first piece to record, yeah.” You said by agreeing with Freddie and John nodded at you.

You felt Roger’s gaze on you but as soon as you looked back at him he looked away. You raised your brows and took a deep sigh, looking around you in order to try to find something to do.

“RT, we’ve got our song!” Freddie announced to the producer, who nodded at his words.

“‘kay, let’s start with the basic track then. Y/N, I might need some help. Take a seat here” He nodded towards a stool next to him and you quickly sat down, excited that you might be useful in the whole process.

As everyone entered the recording room you heard Freddie say “I’ve spotted a pub down the road, seems very lovely. Anyone in for a quick stop by later?”

“Don’t count on me” John quickly replied and you weren’t surprised by his words. With Veronica here in Montreux there was no way he’d leave her side.

Freddie nodded and gave Brian and Roger a questioning look. “Yeah, why not” Brian said as he put his Red Special on his shoulder.

Roger took his seat behind the drums and looked at you. He shrugged as to answer Freddie’s question and said “I think I’ll pass.”

You raised your brows in disbelief and so did Freddie. “That’s a news.”

“I’m just not up for a party tonight.” Roger twirled his drumstick and put his headphones on, sign that the conversation was over.

“Ah, heartbreaks” Freddie murmured while giving a look at the lyric of the song and you quickly looked away.

You felt like a knot on your throat— did he feel the same way when he broke up with you?

Freddie’s voice brought you back to reality. “Why can’t it be Mercury?”

Brian narrowed his eyes at Freddie’s question. “What?”

“The line I’m a rocketship on my way to Mars. Why Mars in particular?”

John chuckled at his words but he didn’t intervene, leaving the spat to be just between the two of them. Roger sighed and rolled his eyes.

“And how exactly are you gonna sing ‘I’m a rocketship on my way to Mercury’?”

Freddie ignored his sceptical tone and started to sing “I’m a rocketship ’mma-way-t’Mercureh.”

Roger chuckled and rubbed his eyes, desperately trying not to intervene in that conversation. He exchanged a stare with John and they were both trying not to burst into laughter.

Brian seemed shocked by Freddie’s proposal. “Well, of course it fits like that! You ate half of the words!”

“But it sounds good!”

RT rolled his eyes a sighed, causing you to giggle. He pressed the button to communicate with the recording room and said “Alright boys, can we start with the real work?”

Then he turned towards you and said “I have the feeling these are going to be long, endless months.” And deep down you knew he was right.

The four of them started to play the basic track and you couldn’t help but smile. You loved seeing them in action, it was part of the magic.

Right after the recording of the basic track it was Roger’s turn, so everyone else left the recording room.

“Could you bring this to him?” RT asked you, extending you a metronome. You nodded and passing by the boys who were still discussing about which planet fitted better in the lyric you entered the room.

Roger raised his gaze to you and you shyly smiled at him, nodding towards the object. “RT said you needed this.”

He took his sunglasses off and you were more than happy to meet his blue eyes. “Oh, yeah thanks. You can drop it here.”

You nodded and before leaving the room you asked him “D’ya need something else?”

Roger answered only after a few seconds. “A good luck kiss?”

You parted your lips in disbelief and you patted him on the shoulder, causing him to chuckle. “Don’t even start, Roger.”

“I had to give it a shot.”

You shook your head and you walked out under his amused look.

The drums recording was always the longest part, not because it was a tricky one but because Freddie liked to try different things.

“Why don’t you try to do something like duh, duh, du-du-du-duh tsh!”

You let out a small laugh by noticing Roger’s confused face and RT gave you an amused look.

“Wow, that was a really technical explanation” John commented and Freddie immediately replied “Oh, shut up. Roger what do you think?”

The latter narrowed his brows and cleared his throat. “Duh, duh, du-du-du-duh tsh, I could do it, yeah.”

“He’s just making things up” Brian murmured, lifting his gaze from his Red Special. Freddie simply ignored him and exchanged a knowing look with Roger, who started to play again.

Freddie’s smile grew wider as he heard Roger getting his suggestions right, turning towards you and clapping his hands in excitement. “Don’t you think it’s beautiful, darling?”

“Oh yes, it really is. Roger’s good.” There was no need to lie— Roger was the best.

He took off his headphones as soon as he finished recording that part. “Was that what you had in mind, Fred?”

“Even more beautiful! Simply awesome, our dear Y/N adores it.” Freddie quickly glanced at you and Roger’s gaze immediately moved on you. He raised a brow and asked “You do?”

“Press the button” RT murmured and you followed his advice before replying “Of course I do, I love it.”

And Roger’s smile widened as he simply nodded, putting on his headphones again in order to keep going with the recording.

And that’s basically what you did all morning— Roger tried to keep up with Freddie’s suggestions while Brian and John tried to refine the tune sat in the corner of the room. You did nothing but press buttons every now and then when RT told you to do so, but you actually enjoyed mornings like these. You loved seeing Roger being so focused in his music, even though in the past it had been one of the subjects for your fights.

Veronica joined you for lunch and you ended up sitting next to her and right in front of Roger. You tried to avoid his gaze as much as you could while waiting for food but he wasn’t even trying to pretend he wasn’t staring.

“And how’s Noah, Y/N? EMI is going hard on him?” Freddie asked you as he took a sip of his drink.

You cleared your throat before answering “He’s good, but he’s always at work. And now that he has to take care of Ringo too I can’t imagine how he’s doing.”

“You dropped Ringo at Noah’s?” Roger immediately asked.

You raised your brows at his question. “Of course I did.”

“Couldn’t one of the girls have kept him?” You were confused by his behaviour. You met his gaze even though he was wearing shades— the brown ones, your favorite.

“Roger, you know Mary’s allergic to dog hair and Chrissie went back home to visit her family.”

“Yeah, right” He murmured and a weird silence fell over the table, until Brian said “I remember when Roger gave it to you.”

“Yeah, he did nothing but talk about that dog for weeks” Freddie backed him and you could feel your cheeks become rosy.

“But the name? Who would name a dog Ringo?” Veronica didn’t miss the chance to hold your dog’s name against you.

When you met Roger’s gaze he was already looking at you with a little smile. “We chose it together.”

“That’s why it sucks” John replied but you knew he was joking.

“What’s wrong with Ringo?”

“He’s a drummer, for starters.”

Roger gave Brian the finger and said “Fuck off.”

“Oy but do you remember that time we caught them making out in the dressing room?”

“Which one? ‘Cause it happened all the time” Freddie replied to Brian’s question and you fixed your gaze on your glass, blushing at the memory.

You heard a tap to your foot under the table and you raised your gaze to meet Roger’s. He had taken off his shades and his blue eyes were fixed on yours.

“I’m sorry” He mouthed and he was about to add more when the waitress arrived with your orders. You shrugged as you let the subject drop.

You were chitchatting while enjoying your meal when Veronica cleared her throat and said “Now that we’re all here...”

John looked at her with the biggest smile and his eyes were the eyes of love. “Yes, we wanted to ask you something” He said by continuing Ronnie’s sentence.

“Y/N” She said and you turned towards here, not having the smallest idea of what she might have asked you.

“Hm?”

“Y’know you’re my best friend, right? Even if I don’t like your dog’s name?”

You chuckled at her words and nodded, so she went on by saying “That’s why I couldn’t think of a better person to be our baby’s godmother.”

“Oh my—” You said as you tried to find the right words to give her an answer. “Oh my God, yes! Yes, of course. I love you, both of you. You too, little peanut” You babbled, standing up in order to hug her and John.

“That’s so sweet” You heard Freddie murmur and you met his gaze, giving him the biggest of the smiles.

As you rubbed Veronica’s belly with glossy eyes, John kept going. “Well we also need a godfather” John said in an amused tone, looking at everyone. “And as much as I love all of you guys, even though I have this thing to strangle you almost every day, my choice could not but be Roger. I promised you that, remember?”

“Yeah, buddy” He replied but you could tell by his tone that he was emotional just as much as you. He stood up too and hugged John, so everyone congratulated with the soon-to-be parents and you and Roger, the godparents.

Right after hugging back Brian, you turned towards Roger. He was looking at you with the biggest smile and without thinking twice you threw your arms around his neck. You were too happy to let the rift between you two ruin that moment.

He seemed taken aback at first but then he immediately hugged you back, surrounding you with his arm. It felt like you were able to breathe again after months.

He buried his face in your neck and you smiled— it felt so familiar to you, so right. “You’re gonna be the best godmother that baby could wish for” He whispered in your ear and you backed away in order to meet his gaze.

You gave him a big, genuine smile and thanked him in a whisper. That one would have been another adventure you had to share with Roger.

That night felt so lonely. You had called Noah to make sure he was okay and Ringo wasn’t causing any troubles, but soon enough you had to put the phone down. He had to go back to work.

Now you were laying in your bed staring at the ceiling and that was pretty much what you did for most of the evening.

You couldn’t go bother Veronica and John, you had no wish to be the odd man out.

You couldn’t bother Freddie and Brian either, eventually they went to that pub down the road and you didn’t really wanted to think—nor know— what they were doing.

There was Roger left, but you didn’t know if it was a good idea. Things seemed quiet between the two of you but you couldn’t just ignore the fact that he was your ex. And you were seeing another man.

You sighed as you let your mind be filled with these thoughts, rolling over the bed.

But there wouldn’t have been no harm in being friends, right? He was the one who proposed it first and now it didn’t seem such a bad idea. Moreover, you were going to be Michael’s godparents and you had to be on good terms to do so.

Without thinking about it twice you quickly got up of the bed. You remembered seeing a bottle of bobbly in your minibar so you took it alongside with two glasses.

You left your room and in there you abandoned your concerns.

It didn’t take you long to find Roger’s room but it did take you some time to summon up the courage and knock on his door.

You had no idea how things were going to develop from this moment on but by now the damage was done. You took a deep breath before raising your hand and firmly knock on the door, waiting for him to open it.

It took just a few seconds for you to hear steps behind the door and your heart beat fast when you heard the lock snap.

Roger seemed shocked to see you there, in front of his room, with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. He raised his brows in surprise but right after a little grin appeared on his face. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, after all.

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diningpageantry · 5 years

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Don’t @ Me

Archive Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18215168/chapters/43092371

Chapter 1/10 of It’s A Handheld Disaster

Word Count: 3118

Fic Summary: Teenage life is hard enough, but with the added weight of their lives, both Simon and Baz thrive online in a fandom for the British crime show, Gastrell, about the genius Huxley and his "flatmate" Sam. Through Tumblr, they find each other, and sink into something more than just being mutuals.

Chapter Summary: A shitpost is taken a little too personally, and an argument breaks out. In true Baz fashion, he seeks to prove himself right in the most ridiculous way possible.

BAZ

Morning routines are the most menial shit in the realm of existence of arbitrary tasks.

Everyone seems to have them, yet nobody really has a set one. For example, my step-mum has a long, seemingly pointless hour of simply facial cleansers, serums, and hair products. When I’d asked her years ago why she does it all, she shook her head and said “You’ll never be an aging woman, Basilton.”

I couldn’t quite argue with that.

Regardless, it’s a part of life. The routines. Wake up, morning routine, morning activity, eat, afternoon activity, usually afternoon snack, evening activity, dinner, night-time activity, sleep.

A boring, underwhelming cycle of the day.

Although, I suppose it’s shittier for me, since the homeschooling doesn’t give me a chance to do much besides sit and read. Of course, I have my car and I can drive off to whatever. Hell, father even suggested I get a job to occupy myself, but I don’t quite see the point given how much money we have (and the risk factors with moving around so frequently).

So, here I am. Finishing my classes in a matter of months, then having an entire year of pointless bullshit.

Needless to say, my entire day’s routine isn’t the most thrilling. Wake up at 10 on a good day, check social media and emails, then just lay here until I can’t wait to piss. Piss. Go to eat breakfast and get greeted by screaming children and my poor step-mum trying to wrangle them in. Go upstairs, go back online, see whatever’s on my dash, reblog some shit, then try to do something vaguely productive. Check Archive, check email again. Nothing’s on the emails, ever. Text Dev and Niall, who get awfully pissed since they are in school. Get more food. Eat. Bring tea upstairs, despite the disdained look from our maid (who hates collecting my piles of mugs). Write for a couple hours. Take an afternoon nap, if I please. Wake up and sit there (again). Maybe lonely wank. Go back to the bathroom, stare at myself in the mirror for a good few minutes. Sit on the toilet for half an hour for no reason besides the fact that my phone seems more interesting while sitting there as compared to sitting in bed. Sit then on the bathroom floor doing the same thing. Go back to my bed, listen to music on my phone and work on my laptop. Write, maybe scroll. Get dinner brought to me as they tut that I should be more active. Eat. Go downstairs for an evening workout (they’re right, I shouldn’t confine myself to my bed). Come back, do exactly what I do for half the day until I pass out somewhere around 3 am. Repeat.

Dream life for an 17 year old. Social life of a god.

Somewhat.

It’s shit to say (and sort of embarrassing to share) that there’s sort of a social media presence around me. Not quite the Instagram model bullshit, but based around fan life.

Yes, it’s a laughing stock. That’s where my popularity lies--a mixed grab-bag of various ages gathering around various platforms to enthuse about certain topics. And I’m somehow lucky enough to have the slightest bit of popularity here.

As in, a large following. A large, somehow active following.

It isn’t exactly thrilling as one would like to think. Sure, it’s fun to see a scattered group of regulars pop up, and I have my mutuals, but it’s a sad existence to sit around and make various shitposts with nothing better to occupy my mind. Or, at least, that’s what Dev and Niall tell me.

All in all, I blame Fiona. She’s the one who got me into the show, saying she thought the character was a bit like me. After I saw it, I found the three connections she’d grasped at.

Gay, dark-haired, and violinist.

As if that’s a rarity.

Yet, surely enough, I did love it. The cinematography, the characters, the storyline. It was intriguing--captivating.

It doesn’t hurt that the online community was still on the smaller side when I first got there. The show was only a season in when I made my blog, and I’ve stuck through all this bullshit to get me here. One of the regulars. Reposted everywhere, uncredited usually. Big fics, large interactions. Shitposts with thousands upon thousands of notes. I’m recognizable; a suggested name.

Don’t get me wrong, the attention is spectacular. I love interacting with people beyond this depressing household, and they’re usually fairly nice (usually) (except those ravenous for an argument). It’s just awkward to share at times when people ask why your mobile’s got 99+ symbols next to the apps and you just shrug and say “I’m shit at checking it” to avoid the conversation because most people see it as childish.

It’s a shame, really. Especially since I feel emotionally attached to these goddamn fictional fuckers.

I suppose that’s what makes it all the more personal, then. Even the shitposts mean something to me.

Which is what makes this is a long, winded way of saying fuck whoever’s arguing with me about whether or not Huxley is a fucking Ravenclaw. (He is. Hands down.) How’d I get here, staring at my mobile in disbelief at a brief back and forth post turned fight? Because it feels like a reasonable question to wonder.

I got here because, as almost all mornings, I woke up, opened my phone, read my notifs, then sat here, thinking of something. Anything. Then, in a tired haze, typed out a single text post on tumblr.

huxley gastrell is a ravenclaw send tweet

Following so, I went about my typical morning. Of course. Then--then--I check my phone as I’m going downstairs and I see it. I see the “@bi-sammy mentioned you in a post!” notif, then read the God-forsaken reblog.

@gaystrell op do you take criticism on your posts?

I frowned at my phone, typing out a quick response before tucking it back into my pocket.

@bi-sammy no.

What I hadn’t anticipated, though, was the reply I’d open up to soon after I’d started poking at my morning meal.

@gaystrell well too bad bc ur WRONG and ur opinions are UGLY

#he’s clearly a slytherin this is slytherin oppression #don’t tell me he and bryonie aren’t from a slytherin family

Now I sit, staring and completely awestruck at such a post. Now, I won’t deny Bryonie Gastrell is definitely, in all possible ways, a Slytherin. Cunning and ambitious as fuck, as any political spy may be, but fuck anyone who tries to dismiss Huxley’s clear Ravenclaw leanings.

It takes me a moment to fully process, mouth robotically chewing my eggs as I contemplate my answer.

@bi-sammy there is absolutely no proof of huxley being a slytherin and more than enough support towards him being a ravenclaw. get your clueless negativity off my blog, you utter tit.

With that, I settle my phone face down onto my table and try to enjoy my lovely plate of scrambled eggs, barely ignoring the boiling of my blood.

SIMON

My phone lights up with the new notification, dragging my attention away from my laptop as the words slide down onto the screen. “@gaystrell mentioned you in a post!” I hate to admit that I get a little pattering in my heart, urging my hand out to grasp the mobile as I pause the Youtube video currently playing. As I read his words, I slowly blink out of my excitement.

Tit. He called me a bloody tit.

Of course this fucking wanker called me a tit.

He must think that since he’s this big bad blogger, he can call me a tit right out in the open. (Although, he is talking to me, so that’s a plus) (No! No no no, bad validation, Simon. Bad). What, with his thousands of followers and fans of his own, he thinks he can try to say shit out in the open?

Fuck it. He’s either getting a DM or a bloody fist fight from me. I’ll take a train to wherever the fuck he lives (which is somewhere in England, since that’s what his bio says) (and his aunt lives in London, since he’s posted about visiting her) (I really do wonder where he’s from and how close he might be--what if I run into him one day?) (No wait fuck I don’t want that anymore).

Clicking on his blog, the little person drop down gives me the option of a message. I barely think as I type it out, vision going spotty from the adrenaline of the twinging anger.

bi-sammy: i swear to god there was no point to the battle of hogwarts if you’re just going to go around and absolutely slander the slytherin name and dare say that huxley is not one of them and, rather, is a ravenclaw

At first, I grin at it, watching my lone message appear into the empty chat. It’s so freeing--so powerful to send it. I pride myself, in the moment, for this solid move of communication. Of course I’m fucking proud. I messaged the arse myself and gave him a space to fight.

Maybe Penny’s right, I should dial down the confrontation, but it’s just the internet. Nothing important happens through a stupid little argument over Huxley’s true Hogwarts house (although, I’m sure I know I’m right in my heart), but it is a bit of fun to fuck around with someone. It’s a distraction. And that’s why I’m here, afterall. To have a distraction.

Penny thinks it’s a bit silly, but she doesn’t really complain. All she’s ever said was “I thought we left fandom stuff behind us when we were 14.” She said it over lunch, watching me scroll through my at-the-time new tumblr.

It’s funny, I thought I did leave it behind when I was younger. It seemed unneeded as life shifted. I’d just found a stable foster home, with someone who was going to keep me for a while. I found Penny a couple months before I deactivated my old account. I was happy; we were free. I didn’t need a venting place.

Shits been sort of hitting the fan recently, though. No uni plans, David’s been getting more controlling, and of course, Agatha dumping me. It all crashed on top of me a few months ago, and somehow, the only place that I could find healthy coping was online. So, I started fresh. Made a blog and settled in. It’s not big, but I’ve had a few posts get noticed. I have a good few hundred followers, and one nice anon who asks me how I am every few weeks. It’s not a lot, but it’s comforting.

I feel at home here, even with a little discourse.

Well, only when the discourse is answered. Which, in this situation, I don’t know if it will be, given it’s been over an hour now and Baz hasn’t answered.

If that’s even his name.

It’s what his bio says, at least.

baz. 17. cisguy (he/him). gay. don’t interact if you think huxley is remotely straight.

I’ve wondered for a while what Baz stands for. He refuses to answer it in asks; he always says it’s too personal. He’s sort of odd like that--never posts pictures of anything that could be linked back. Seems sort of creepy, but then again, a lot of people follow him. It’s reasonable to want space.

Maybe that’s why he’s not answering. He probably wants space of some sort, but it’d be at least decent to answer someone who tried to have a discussion (that’s at least what I’m calling that message I sent--a discussion starter).

I frown at my phone, keeping it on silent as I slide it into my front pocket and settle into my seat in maths. I’ll say it--I sulk in class, a little bitter that I don’t have his attention (despite the fact that he seems like he’s always active online, which seems odd). Eventually, I exhale and try to let it slip away. There went my one interaction with him. My few seconds of the weirdest fucking bliss online, gone.

Then, it happens. As the class is ending, I pull out my screen just enough to see and there it is. A clear notification telling me he’d answered. Oddly enough, it’s just him sending me a link to a Google Doc.

Weird.

I ignore it for the moment being, letting myself ride the wave of relaxation that I actually got a reply. It passes my mind until I’m sitting in the back of Agatha’s car, listening to Penny and Aggie in the front talking about whatever’s on their mind. The rides are sort of awkward as of recently. At least Agatha agreed to drive me home (it’s a good 45 minute walk, if not) after some convincing from Penny, but her and I don’t really chat. It’s just the two of them.

Given that time, I have a chance to pull out my mobile and thumb through what was sent.

gaystrell: https://docs.google.com/document/d/175qFASmqD7hey8lE0eoE-6VhhFYE9DP6bpnI32Aay98/edit?usp=sharing

I click on it, not expecting that much (or, really, not expecting anything at all). Yet, the second it pops up and loads, my jaw drops.

“Jesus fuck,” I say aloud, scrolling through it. Penny turns her head, frowning as I stay locked on my screen.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“No--no nothing,” I say, waving a hand. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s got to be something for that reaction,” she says, keeping turned in her seat as she eyes me up. “Just tell us, Si.”

“I mean it when I say it’s nothing.” My voice gets quieter as I shift, reading the title. “It’s just fandom stuff. It’s really nothing.”

I hear her disgruntled huff as she turns back, mumbling something about me reacting too dramatically to this. “It isn’t even real.” It’s said under her breath, yet it still rings clear in my ears.

It isn’t really fake, either.

Hell, this is six pages of real. “Why Huxley Gastrell is, Without a Doubt, a Ravenclaw”. Shared by Basilton Pitch (is that his actual name?!). Fucking hell, it’s detailed to no ends. You’d think, with this much writing, there’d be pages of pointless filler where he’d just type “im gay hi huxley is also a gay we’re all gay here aren’t we”, but no. It’s full, grammatically correct sentences detailing his points.

It’s a bit much to read in the car, so I settle my mobile face down onto the seat as I’m left reeling. That… was a bit more than I’d expected.

Shit, did he write that for me?

This isn’t real. This can’t be real.

BAZ

Whoever says that having a flair for the dramatics is pointless has clearly never met me, because I wouldn’t quite call this masterpiece of an essay “pointless”. In fact, I should send it to academics. Rename it “A Study In Multi-Dimensional Characters and their Associated Generalized Personality Traits”. I’ll be hailed as a genius, as I deserve to be.

I crack my knuckles, and see the little person pop up.

Surely enough, it’s @bi-sammy’s name that he has listed online, Simon. It’s curious, he has his last name listed as “Snow”. Although, the smallest part of me believes it’s a pseudonym. Given our interactions, I doubt he’s clever enough to think of a solid pseudonym. And, even at that, why pick Snow?

Either way, it’s surprisingly endearing. Simon Snow. Sounds sweet. Sounds innocent.

I watch his cursor turn on, then his icon goes grey after a few moments. My heart starts to trip, making my cheeks begin to flush. Is… he ignoring this?

No. He can’t be. I put in hard work and dedication into this work, and I deserve the respect I’d sent into it. Fucking hell, three fully developed points (his devotion to intellectual work, his effort to step out of public light for Sam’s sake, and his overall lack of ambition for moving forward). I clearly set it out, and ended it properly; I’d proven that Huxley is a Ravenclaw. Case and point, opinion made, the end.

And, here I sit, watching him have the audacity to open it up then close it back. That was my hard work put in there, and he closes it? Who in the name of all that is sacred thinks he’s that above other people to the point where he just ignores--

Oh. He’s back on. Nevermind.

He’s… probably a school student. It’s roughly the time that most classes end, I suppose.

I make a mental apology to him, despite having never ranted directly to him in the first place.

He stays active for a good bit; long enough to show he’s reading. I assume that he’d just close off and message me, but after minutes, I notice a little highlighted comment pop up on the last sentence.

Simon Snow i………. owe you every single possible apology

Each word makes me grin like I haven’t in a while. A wide, cheek-creasing grin. There’s something so sweet to that--so personal. It feels like a note passed to me in a classroom under the tables. Like a cute “Blink if you like me”, although I doubt he has quite an intention.

Nevertheless, it warms my chest, sending my head back as I smile. I’m not sure whether or not it’s the satisfaction of winning, or his words, but I laugh outwardly into the room. It stays with me, reverberating onto my skin and my throat.

I look back at the comment, then leave it untouched. If he won’t remove it, then I won’t either.

With a glance at our personal messages tab, I figure that’s that. Even field, no more argument. No more interaction. It’s a bit of a shame, given the effort I’d just extorted for his sake, that he hasn’t answered in our chat.

While I’m disappointed to close off the document, I smile at it one last time. Sometimes I have to move on from random people, especially when they come on a bit strong.

Except, I find, moments later that I’m wrong about one thing--the moving on. He didn’t just stop his interaction, but instead made a public post.

“@bi-sammy mentioned you in a post!”

This time, I really laugh. A full bellied, hand-covering-mouth laugh.

i guess i have to suck @gayhuxell’s cock now because i was wrong and the bloody arse was right. huxley is a ravenclaw.

#fuck me i guess

I take a minute, rereading over his words a few times before typing a simple answer with my reblog.

i’m available anytime behind a mcdonald’s parking lot

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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ hi, hi! tis bunny anna here and i thought i would decide to make a little wishlist for my muses! i figured this might be handy for in the future because who knows right? so read below to see what i have in mind for my muse beans and if you are interested, please like this post and/or send me a message so we can chit chat about them :)

note:you do not have to be mutuals with me to do any of this (obviously lol), you can be a random peep passing by that is curious and that’s cool with me! you liking this means i shall be sending you a message instead thus make sure there is a way for me to do that (dm or ask). this will be also updated as time goes on depending on what new idea/muse i may have at the time

Choi Ha-joon, 26 and is an elementary school teacher

“muse a sings like an angel but is really shy so they only sing in the shower. everyday,muse b, who is their neighbor, listens to their singing and thinks muse a is actually a professional singer. one day they meet at the elevator of their building and muse b really wants to ask for muse a to sing a song for them, or just compliment them. but how will they do so without making things awkward? and to top this situation, muse a is also a lotattractive.“

give me that cliche old high school lovers see each other again after school by accident, the feels hit them once again and oof. make it angsty, make it fluffy, idc just give me some of that!

ha-joon is a book lover so what if ha-joon keeps coming to this book store that also involves your muse. they get to know each other for their enjoyment of books but the plot twist of this all is that ha-joon doens’t know your muse is not only an author but one of ha-joon’s favorite writers!

you left your USB flash drive in the library computer and i had to go through your files to figure out who you are and i ended up reading the entirety of this book you’re working on and wow you’re actually really good????

Kris Yamada, 26 and is an assassin

so lowkey when i made kris i got a bit inspired by the video game “assassin’s creed” so would be interested to do something loosely based around that. something like say your muse is working for the enemy organization that kris’s order doesn’t like. they meet and get closer (friendship or romantic, doesn’t matter) and go from there? very basic idea i know lol but can be fun i think!

give me assasin buddies, bro this is something that kris is in need of lol. sure he can be like a grouch sometimes but he knows how to have fun! he used to live the wild life so let’s do some wild friend antics lol

speaking of used too’s...why not bring something back from the past for kris? say maybe an old friend from kirs’s childhood? they can maybe meet on the street one day and they may want to ask questions because of kris suddenly dropping all contact? or we could do the more cliche idea of said friend is now a target and oops, now kris is stuck in an oopsie :’)

Song "Hayes" Hyeok, 26 and is an indie music producer.

hayes doesn’t have the best relationship with his parents (this can be read in his bio here) so maybe one day his parents may want to do a surprise visit because he does have good contact with his sister and she praised alot about him. his parents (specifically father) wants to see how “amazing hayes is doing”. cue hayes trying to make things not go south because his parents are not fans of the fact that hayes likes boys...so to see him having a boyfriend/fiance/husband may cause some problems to put it lightly. this could include hayes pretending not to be in a relationship with your muse or pretending they are just roommates. a bit of a heavy idea so far in this list, i know but it is something i would like to explore for hayes.

rival music producers, just give me some of that drama lol

a mentor type friendship where hayes could take in your muse under his wing to help them out in the music scene

“🌟–– we had a really ugly break-up and didn’t talk for a long time but oh hey, you’re at this party too and we’ve had a few drinks and now we’re kissing and … oh, all that wasn’t supposed to happen tonight but we’re sort of on better terms now and yikes!!! i might be falling for you again …”

“muse a is in an accident which leaves them without memory, and muse b had been on their way to break things off with their beloved muse a. when they arrive at the hospital the only thing muse a remembers is how in love they were with muse b, and muse b is forced to keep coming back to positive. muse b is trying to move on, trying to find a way to tell muse b that they want to leave them, but find themselves falling back in love withmuse a. muse a of course, eventually get their memories back, even the ones up until the last moments before the accident where they remember the fights and tension and out of the silence ask ‘youre leaving me arent you?’ but by this time muse b is entirely in love with muse a again, and muse a just feels hurt and decieved“

Sarla Dunnavant, 26 and is a businesswomen (no longer active)

give me that cliche idea of the businesswomen falling for their secretary or something similar, i’m weak for cliche’s and this one would be just fun as fudgecakes lmao.

enemies to lovers;your muse is a rival to sarla’s company and they sort of can’t stand each other ??? but like ??? respect each other at the same time ??? it’s weird but they think they cannot stand each other but one day during some business event, they find out they actually like each other and can get along (can be romantic or platonic)

based of this iconic post

ok hear me out...a sugar baby plot? it doesn’t have to be a schmexy plot either! it can be something like out of kindness (and boredom becuase what else can she do with her money) she will give gifts to your muse. like you want that fancy make up collection? alright, your college? paid off at the moment as we speak. want a lifetime supply of donuts? she can do just that. all she asks is to spend time with her and just chill out.

Angelica Heartorne, 25 and is a vampire huntress

legit anything vampire stuff related. i am not going to be flippen picky.

just because she IS a vampire huntress doesn’t mean it has to be ONLY to vampires. she is multiverse so she can be a hunter for anything supernatural really. this can be something discussed for sure but she is versatile, she doesn’t have to stick to only human like leeches lmao.

a bit of a weird but funny idea that jsut came to mind? but what happens if angelica was dating someone right? but what if that person she was dating...was a vampire and she had no idea about this until by accident or something? please this sounds hilarious to me and would love to rp this out.

“ muse a enters a coffee shop and was in such a rush that she forgot her wallet, as she explains what happened to the worker and ask for them to cancel her order, then suddenly there’s a hand that hoovers over her head and money is slapped on the counter incoming muse b paying for her. muse a is like wHAT THE FUCK ! I AM AN INDEPENDENT WOMEN I DONT NEED ANYONE TO PAY FOR ME, but she turns around and meets eyes with muse b who is beyond attractive. muse a then stumbles and ask how she could repay muse b and he tells her to sit down and enjoy her coffee with him “

“you said you’d call me in the morning but the voicemail you left had her voice in the background”

“ Humans start out at birth with milk white blood. The more crimes they commit, the darker their blood becomes. One day, you meet your soulmate. Skip a few years, and things are amazing… Until your soulmate trips, falls, and exposes black blood… “

based off this post

Jeong Jin-Gi, 25 and is an indie artist

“ Don’t give me one-sided unrequited love, give me two-sided unwanted love. Both sides are deeply in love with the other and both sides are like ‘fuck, really?? them??? really?’ “

“ ok so hear a sister out… i want an actual HEART WRENCHING celebrity & non - celebrity thread. like muse a meeting muse b in the most random place and muse b KNOWS muse a is famous but they’re not gonna say anything but on the inside they’re secretly freaking out. but they get to talking & muse b kinda forgets that they are because they’re just so normal and they have so much fun talking to them, and muse ahas a rich lifestyle & is the most popular person in the world, yet the only thing they wanna do is be with muse b. but dating the most famous person ever comes with the DISADVANTAGES. i want the ugly stans drilling them over dating their favorite star, i want the paparazzi making up stories about muse b & giving the constant break up - conspiracy’s, i want the late night drama filled phone - calls about “ maybe this is just too much for me “ & muse b seeing muse a in a new picture released with ANOTHER apparent love interest, and i want new songs released by muse a that’s a little T O O emotional to just be a careless piece of work. i just want the constant back & forth between them & them wondering if their love is strong enough to overcome the difficulties or if all they are is a love that was never meant to last. “

jin ain’t no angel, he’s a bit of a person with an addiction to drgs so give me anything surrounding that. dealers or pals that find out about his addiction, anything really. just want to dive deeper into this side of jin

“i’m trying to start a celebrity gossip blog and you are an effing trainwreck so now i’m lowkey stalking you in hopes of getting a humiliating story” au

plot idea : muse a was a punk, and muse b did ballet. what more can i say? muse a wanted muse b, but muse b would never that secretly she wanted muse a as well. all of muse b’s friends stuck up their nose because they had a problem with muse a’s baggy clothes. five years from now, muse b sits at home. feeding the baby they’re all alone. b turns on tv, and guess who she sees? muse a rocking on mtv.

James Yeeun, 22 and is an art student in college

“im gonna claw myself apart. we watch netflix together and i keep a respectful and responsible distance; you lean against me to pause the screen. ask if i want cookies. i can’t stop staring at your lips. what? i say. i knew what you’d asked me even as you ask again, i just don’t want the moment to end. we’re just friends. we’re just friends.”

okay but how about an “i’m in my twenties and sick of still being a virgin, so one night when i’m drunk i think it’s a good idea to dm my old celebrity crush who is no longer really that famous anyway and ask them to take my virginity – wait why did they just dm me back?? giving me their number?? i don’t even remember doing this” au

“You kissed me on the playground the day before you moved away in the 4th grade and now your dorm is right across the hall from mine” AU

would love to do something where james could realize he DOES like boys as well. this is something he isn’t sure off himself so i would like to dive into this background of james.

so i was watching tiktoks last night and i’ve came across this story time and would love a plot for it… so muse a had a bad childhood for varies of reasons one thing lead to another and they were kicked out of the house, so they ended up couch surfing.. this enters their fear of the dark because they would wake up in the middle of the night not knowing where they are and everything is just dark and scary, so they begin sleeping with night lights or any sort of light that they have. well moving into college means roommates and muse a is too embarrassed to mention how they’re scared of the dark to their roommate. so first night, muse a wakes up screaming and enters muse b aka their roommate into their room and they’re like ?? are you good? finally muse a breaks and tells muse b what happened to them and then next night muse a finds a night light in their room, however, that night they still wake up screaming. muse b wakes up as well and just tell them that they’re ok and that they got them.. second year of college goes by and they’re not roommates anymore. first night moving in, it happens again.. muse a wakes up screaming only to find that muse b texted them that ‘they’re in their new apartment and that everything is going to be okay.’ it could turn into beautiful friendship or maybe something more?? i just want it pls

Rose Price, 23 and is a rebel along with school drop out

lowkey i legit got inspired by the video game character “chloe” from “life is strange” but i decided to do my take of chloe if that makes sense so...rachel amber inspired plot xD to those that are a bit confused, rachel amber the character is someone chloe befriends during her time when life is a bit downhill to put it lightly. they get close (some would say even romantic) and up until the final years of high school...rachel is gone. now in the games, rachel isn’t alive BUT i was thinking why not twist this around? make said missing friend (this would be your muse) show up out of the blue? with no answer as to why they just “left” and simply goes back to how things were.

“gimme muse a just finished their sentence in jail and they lost contact with most of the people in their former life. on the day of his release, the gate pulls back and their high school sweetheart who they lost contact with years ago muse b is in the parking lot. “

“i drove two hours to the closest video rental store that’s still operating and you were checking out the only copy of the movie i was after“

“we both decided to take a [yoga/fencing/cooking etc] class and we’re the only two assholes not taking it seriously and everyone else is giving us dirty looks but we keep grinning over at each other“

jsut give me any fxf plot ideas man. i want rose to get some love :(

Daehwi Goe, 24 and is an indie video game creator/works at a cafe

" give me a plot where both muses are each other’s pen pals that end up falling in love through letters please. threads would be in letter format up until they finally meet each other. please. “

“ imagine that you’ve been stood up by your douche of a boyfriend on date night and the waitress keeps asking if you’re ready to order but you keep asking for more time hoping that he’s just late. people are starting to look at you with those apologetic looks like they know and you start to feel worse and worse about the whole situation but as you decide to just get up and leave, this boy you’ve never seen sits down explaining loudly “sorry i’m so late, babe, traffic is crazy right now.” and he quietly adds, “i’m Michael. just go with it, yeah? whoever didn’t bother to show up is a dick.” and so you do go with it because he’s being sweet and trying to save you (and plus he’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen) and as you’re leaving the restaurant after the best non-planned date ever, he asks you out for real this time. “

“ AFTER MONTHS YEARS OF REPORTING TO A JOB THAT ABSOLUTELY KILLS MY SOUL, I FINALLY QUIT! WITH NO BACKUP PLAN OR WAY TO PAY MY BILLS ONCE NEXT MONTH IS OVER, I WALKED DANCED OUT OF MY WORKPLACE WITH THE BIGGEST SMILE ON MY FACE.. BUT NOW REALITY IS SINKING IN, THAT I’VE JUST DONE SOMETHING CRAZY IMPULSIVE AND OMG YOU’RE WATCHING ME SPIRAL OVER WHAT A MISTAKE I’VE JUST MADE AND YOU’RE SO SWEET TO OFFER TO BUY ME A DRINK BECAUSE I SURE AF CANNOT AFFORD ONE. “

“we broke up right before a giant roadtrip our friends planned and we don’t want to bail on everyone and ruin the trip so yay, looks like we get to spend a five hour drive and a weekend in a cottage together.”

Adagio Seo, 20 and is a warlock

just give me that chilling adventure’s of sabrina plots man...it’s why adagio was even made lmao.

adagio while yes, i did made him specifically for that show universe, just like angelica he is mulitverse so he’s not off limits to that show only. if you want him to be in a harry potter au? cool with me. a normal college au? also cool with me. want to go full on twlight, even better lmao. just because he is mostly for the show, doesn’t mean he’s not expandable :)

“ does the “i slept with you the other day and i didnt know we had a mutual friend and now we’re sitting across each other for brunch and it’s awkward because i ran out when you were asleep” au exist bc i need that fic “

ok so adagio has an interest of necromancy but like the thing is he’s bad...like really bad at necromancy lmao (there’s a reason he skills in herbal) so like just give the whacky shiz that can happen when doing necromancy wrong.

basically anything warlock/witch plots, throw them my way! want my wild warlock to have some love :(

Simone Hines, 22 and is a worker at the garden section of homdepot

the happy florist who delivers one flower to the boss of the hardcore law firm across the street everyday, just to make their day a little bit brighter

plot #001: in which muse a is really insecure and struggles with their self-esteem, so muse b, their best friend, starts secretly sending notes with all the reasons to love them.

plot #013: one day, muse a wakes up and finds themself to be in the future, seemingly married to their high school enemy, muse b.

any plot with a soft, sweet, submissive male that needs to be protected at all costs because he’s naive and doesn’t know how to speak up for himself with a girl that’s dominant, rough around the edges, not afraid of anything, and is ready to take on the world.

tbh i just need a long distance relationship plot where they cry on skype bc they miss each other so much and they have passive aggressive texts bc of what’s on each others snapchat stories but then the fluffy moments when they see each other at the airport and all the desperate please don’t leave me again sex and i just need a long distance plot

Levi Kim, 24 and owns his own cafe

highkey want a ‘someone wrote your phone number on the wall of a bathroom in my dorm with ‘call for a good time’ and i just texted you to let you know that i scribbled it out and oh wait you’re actually funny and easy to talk to and now we’re talking every day and i might have a tiny little crush on you even tho i don’t even know your name’ plot

i got up at 2 am to get some snacks at the convenience store down the street and opened my door to find you trying to sleep on the floor of the hallway because your roommate has his fiancée over so i guess i’ll lend you my couch for the night AU

it’s 3 am and you’re blasting off classic rock at full volume and your music taste might be awesome but sOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO FUCKING SLEEP YOU SHITHEAD

utterly obsessed with the niche but incredibly romantic concept that is “late night radio show host falls hopelessly in love with and pines for recurring caller, oblivious to the fact that the person calling in whenever they’re on air is also in love with and pining for them after finding comfort in listening to their voice every night on their long commutes home”

Park Hades, 23 and is next in line for the Park corporations/modern day greek god hades

look i’m glad you have a healthy sex life and all but will you please try not to pierce a whole through my ceiling with your bed thanks

i have a policy of not giving my real name on dating apps and apparently you do the same. we have a good conversation so we decide to meet, but oh no … it turns out you’re my ex. yikes!!!

#indie rp #krp #plot wishlist #thread wishlist #wanted opposite #indie krp #{ bunny anna's wishy list }

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FAQ and Other Information

My last FAQ didn’t contain a lot of information so hopefully this one can shed some more light. As always I’m happy to get DMs to ask me anything you don’t understand from the FAQ or wasn’t covered by it.

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Dilemma

AN: I honestly don’t know how I feel about this chapter. I might re do it in the future, or merge the next chapter to become one with this. We’ll see~ On a side note, there are French dialogues in this chapter, and if I misused a phrase or something I wrote didn’t really make sense, please don’t be afraid to tell me **Translations are at the end of the chapter

please like, comment/dm/reblog your opinions and feedback for this story! It would mean so much to me :))

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-Third Person-

“What do you mean, ‘he got away’?” Yoongi questioned, venom dripping in his voice. “Her safety is in my hands. I’m not entitled to capture a criminal!”

The other end was silent. Then, the phone was ripped off of the messenger and an autocratic voice took its place. “Listen here, Min. You’re the fourth richest businessman on the globe. You joined this committee last year to become the first. Her safety means nothing to the world. And consequently, nothing to you.

“But if we take the chance to let all twenty of them go, the economic balance in the world will tip. You will see markets plummet. The cost of water and comestibles will rise. Order in conduct will shatter. With great resources Apple Inc. could influence the American government to cut off trades with Southeast Asia, followed by Australia, South Korea, Canada, and the European union to name a few. Millions of people thrown out had they a substantial wage to live by. I won’t stand to see the world crumble. I was never raised to.” Yoongi could remember clearly the days in his past, when he would roam the streets, knocking on doors for leftovers or a roof to crash under. “She will be under my watch the entire time. Find someone else to deal with McCann. You’ve got over five hundred agents on speed dial; pick any but me!”

The growl in his voice was daring, but his superior only cackled. “If that’s how you see it then you’ll get dragged down with her. Put your job before your little feelings and your life will be a blessing. But let me tell you this: you are in a position of power. People would beg on their chins to live the life you do. You’re a selfish man, I see. You think you can change the world and rid it of its faults. That not how the world works!” His breathing quickened just as his anger had risen.

The chief was right and Yoongi couldn’t accept that. The infatuation swelling in his heart blocked the sense of reasoning he once let consume him. He’d care about anyone but himself. At heart he was a saint yet he was never content.

Jimin.

The best thing that ever happened in his life. They loved each other dearly, supported each other through any circumstance. Jimin was his everything. Yet he was far too oblivious to see the pain he had caused Jimin by segmenting his love. Jimin would wait every ticking second for a call, message, notification – anything! – while he was on tour outside of the country. Even when they were in physical reach, he would still feel as though Yoongi’s thoughts wandered elsewhere. It broke his heart.

“I’ll get back to work, boss,” he grumbled, sneering the last syllable as he pulled his phone away from his ear to hang up.

But the voice spoke again before he did.

“I expected better from you, Min,” a low chuckle could be heard, “you aren’t one to get so tangled in your business affairs.”

Yoongi was enraged. He didn’t want to hear whatever the chief had to say. The snickering voice sickened him.

A long pause filled the room, the absence of speech only thickened the tension between the two men. “You aren’t such a faithful man yourself. Do you really think you could have her wrapped nicely around your fingers forever? After all, you still can’t even keep up with Park.”

The line went dead, leaving a restless Yoongi in the stillness of his study.

~ ~

Meanwhile, strolling by a frozen duck pond were Ashley and Jimin. Being immensed in their small talk, Ashley grew fonder of Jimin’s presence. Jimin, on the other hand, could easily see his scheme fall into place.

-Ashley’s POV-

“Are you new around here?”

I asked as the laughter died down. Five minutes had passed and Jimin already had me in a fit of giggles. He told me of the days in his youth, how his friends would constantly tease him for his height, or how he was once a miserable cabbage in a school play. I told him of the things I liked: music, food, hobbies – of the sort. I never thought I’d enjoy the company of a stranger. Perhaps it was the fact I’d spend any moment I had away from work in the solitary comforts of my own home, or how I was never a social butterfly at any common event (if I even attended, at least). Jimin. He was a cool guy, to say the least: laidback, with an easy going aura radiating off of him.

Jimin answered with a shrug insouciantly, “I’ve been traveling a lot for the past five years. I come to visit often to meet some relatives.”

“Oh,” I said. I didn’t understand the emotion I felt. I’ve only met him today, but I’m already wishing to see him again. In the circumstance I was pulled into, I doubted the possibility of Suga allowing me to go out with my ‘friend’ whenever I wished to. I looked up at him as we continued to walk about aimlessly, and I couldn’t help but make distinctions of his profile. The way the soft light twinkled in his eyes, his sultry voice, those plump lips…

“I’ve seen you before…” Before I could catch myself, my eyes widened in realisation. “You’re an international cynosure!”

“A what?”

“Oh- I- I mean a celebrity. You sing, dance and act. People admire you. I’m a fan myself.” I slapped myself (internally) for the use of such complex vocabulary. Don’t ruin this moment with your big mouth, dumbass. I laughed nervously and cleared my throat, hoping not to come off as a psychotic fangirls.

“That’s cute,” he chimed, running the side of his finger down my cheeks, the obvious warmth (from both his touch and the weather) creeping up my neck. “But today, and for the rest of the week, I’m just Park Jimin: your average passer-by.” He put on the cheesiest smile in the world making me melt on the inside.

Just pretend. I repeated those two words to myself and decided not to ponder on the subject of his fame. “I respect that, it’s cool.” Somehow, my feet managed to lead us to a little French bistro a few blocks away from the park. A convenient sub-conscious decision at that, considering I had finished my hot chocolate. Ring, ring. We reached the building. The bell above the door rang cheerfully as we entered the little shop, looking around for a place to sit. The room was mostly empty with a few tables occupied by journalists and amateurs. A warm ambience was prominent throughout, creating a calm atmosphere for people to chat about. We sat in a booth which snuggled nicely in a far, dim corner.

In her skimpy French maid costume, the waitress approached us with two menus. I took in her presentation, a little disturbed to see such a sight at this hour. She looked to be in her mid-thirties. Her hair was pulled far too tightly into a ponytail, the baby hairs around her face sprung out desperately. Her face looked horrendous: her parched lips were poorly concealed by a layer of red lipstick, blue and yellow smothered across her eyelids in a patchy gradient, and her contour made her look like a piece even Picasso could not have painted. She looked like she was awoken by the agitating tone of her ringtone – as though her boss had threatened to fire her if she didn’t come out to work on this cold, snowy day. Making her way to the table in a lackadaisical manner, with her grumpy ‘morning-voice’, she sighed, “What a wonderful day. Please take a look at today’s special.”

She dropped the menus onto the table abruptly, making me jump slightly at the sound. I surveyed the meals hesitantly, my peripheral vision focused on the waitress in case she decided to bite my hand off or something. Everything was a little pricey to my taste, but alas, it was me who brought us here. I decided I’d order a little dessert. My mouth opened to relay my request, but no sooner had I spoken when I was cut off by none other than the man in front of me.

“Je voudrais une part de gâteau au chocolat.”

The words fluently flowed off his lips, him smiling sweetly to the hag. Having several colleagues who had the French dictionary on the tip of their tongue meant I never really required to learn the language. The one time it would be relevant and I hadn’t a clue what he just said. In contrast, the waitress looked down at him in amusement, flattered by his words. Jimin showed no sign or intended interest in her. His fingertips reached for my hand and drew little circles on the backside.

“Voudriez-vous autre chose?” Her mood was perking up, so did her smile. The sentence ended with a light giggle, but to me, all I heard was a hag’s cackle.

Still, Jimin took no notice of her flirting, and casually replied, “Deux thés à la pêche.” A little green critter was growing within me, and I knew I had no reason to feel such a way. How envious I was. The sound of the French syllables flowing in one ear and out the other. To think he would stay to mock me.

The grin on her face was slowly undone as she proceeded to take our orders. She huffed a sigh, “Et pour la dame?” and dropped her jaded gaze on me. All jealousy was seeped out of me and surprise overtook me. What on earth did she just ask me? Had she said what she had in English, I would have beaten her on the pretty beige tiles.

But not like this. No. She was staring into my soul with her hooded eyelids. ‘Please don’t look at me like that!’ I inwardly wailed, thoughts of my past French teacher scolding me flashing in my mind. Intertwining our fingers, however, was Jimin, catching me off guard in the moment, my nervous expression beyond his acknowledgement. In the awkward intensity of the situation, I pulled my hand back in, but sneaky Jimin had other ideas.

“Des macarons.” His fingers curled themselves inward bringing my hand closer to him. I never realised how small the table was until, with little to no effort, my knuckles brushed against the fabric of his black fleece. He turned to face me, tilting his head to the side like a dog, a smug grin plastered on his lips.

“Good choice,” was all she said, before taking our menus and stepping away from our booth. She gave me a quick once-over, narrowing her eyes. Current self-esteem: all time zero. I was probably a tomato head at this point, and all I could think of doing was burying my face deeper into the scarf I wore. One side of her lips pulled up quickly before falling again, and when her back turned to me, she leaned down beside Jimin, making it blatantly obvious how she whispered into his ear. “Elle est magnifique.”

A small huff of a laugh left his lips, and he looked down at our hands. Finally, she left.

Not a moment later, our drinks arrived, a different waitress this time; same outfit, The silence was broken by the clinking sound of our cups being placed on our table. “Do you take just any girl you see on the streets out for coffee?”

He sipped his tea, “Only the ones who I take interest in.” He flickered his eyes to meet mine, his lips still kissed the rim of his glass. “And it seems that I

My cheeks flushed after hearing those words from Park Jimin himself. But I shook myself back to reality. “You were pretty flirty with her.”

“You must really be a lonely person.” He crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat. He folded his arms in a way which said, ‘I can’t believe this.’

I opened my mouth to retort but he beat me to it.

“You probably haven’t seen the sun enough to know the difference between being polite and flirting. She looked like she needed a pick-me-up, and I’m pretty sure what I did brightened her day, at least just a tiny bit.”

“By flirting with her?”

“By ordering our food,” he said, as if it was an obvious answer. “Gosh, you’re such a cutie when you’re jealous. I’m here because something about you caught my eye.” He sat back up and tapped the bridge of my nose lightly, my eyes focusing on his finger as he did it so slowly. “I picked up a few words and phrases while I was on my European tour, no biggie. Look – the food has arrived.” The same waitress who took our order placed two plates on our table: one with a slice of black forest, another with half a dozen macarons (pink, blue, and white). “Mercí,” he accepted the dishes from her kindly.

The plates were placed, one before me, and the other Jimin. She took a good look at the both of us, a weak smile broke on her face, “Bon appetit, lovers.” It was at that moment I sensed there could have been more to her than how she presented herself.

A little part of me believed it wasn’t fate which lead me to simply stumble upon him - what were the odds of that. And that she wasn’t the only person whom I needed a better understanding of.

**French dialogue translations

“Je voudrais une part de gâteau au chocolat.” - I would like a slice of chocolate cake.

“Voudriez-vous autre chose?“ - Would you like anything else?

“Deux thés à la pêche.” -Two peach teas.

“Et pour la dame?” -And for the lady?

“Des macarons.” -Some macarons.

“Elle est magnifique.” -She’s beautiful.

“Mercí,” -Thank you,

“Bon appetit,” -Enjoy your meal,

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If you want to know everything that’s happening with LA’s restaurants and bars right now, then congrats - you’ve come to the right place. Each week, we’ll be using this page to keep track of the latest restaurant and bar openings, reopenings, closings, takeout specials, and other exciting or noteworthy updates around the city.

For our full list of more than 1200 restaurants offering delivery and takeout, organized by neighborhood, check our LA Neighborhood Takeout And Delivery Directory. And if you’re looking to get outside, we’ve also got constantly updated guides to our favorite patios in the city, and new and unique outdoor dining options.

And as always, if you have any tips, questions, or just want to chat, send us an email at [email protected].

All Link: The Ultimate LA Delivery & Takeout Guide Read WEEK OF JULY 27TH

Goodbye, Trois Mec: Ludo Lefebvre’s Michelin-starred tasting menu spot announced that they would be closing their doors permanently - a devastating blow to anyone who enjoys their food prix-fixed and their experimental French restaurants hidden behind facades of old pizzerias. But we must remain resolute! Here’s a list of 5 other excellent tasting menus to fill that Trois Mec-sized whole in your heart.

And Jun Won, Too: Jun Won, a legendary spot in Ktown - and one of our favorite places for bossam - announced that after 26 years, they will also be shutting their doors. They’ll be open for takeout the rest of the week, call (213) 383-8855 or order via AskMama.com.

Openings: This week on openings, we’ve got Just What I Kneaded, a brand-new vegan bakery in Frogtown, sushi restaurant Ootoro’s first Little Tokyo outpost, and Neighborhood BBQ, a premium backyard BBQ spot that’s only open on Saturdays - orders can be placed Monday-Wednesday - and doesn’t seem to have an address? Mysterious and meaty.

It’s A Virtual Beer School! LA Beer Hop, a beer and brewery tour company announced that they’re moving online. For eight weeks, you’ll be taught by two Certified Cicerones (oooh) about everything from brewing processes to craft beer trends. Sign up here.

A Bar Program For Tacos Tu Madre: The Mexican restaurant’s Weho location is launching their first-ever bar program, so expect plenty of horchatas made with sake and rum and pineapple negronis. All cocktails can either be ordered for takeout and delivery, or enjoyed/chugged on their outdoor patio.

Delivery Tacos From Broken Spanish: Ray Garcia, the chef behind Broken Spanish and the late, great B.S. Taqueria, just announced his latest project - Mila, a new delivery-only taqueria. The “ghost kitchen” will operate out of his Broken Spanish space, and plans on serving tacos with carnitas, squash, and more. Keep an eye out for their opening.

Floating Boat Cinema: Cue the T-Pain and Lonely Island, because LA’s newest movie-going activity is on a boat. Called “Floating Boat Cinema,” you and up to seven friends can enjoy a mix of classic movies and new releases while floating along on a private mini boat. It sets sail on September 2nd, and while the location is TBD, you can pre-register for tickets here.

This Week In… Iced Coffee Extortion

You might call it a shameless plug, or straight-up extortion, but over the weekend, we posted this hot BTS photo of how we chose the spots for our LA’s Best Iced Coffees And Cold Brews guide. And for 1,000 RTS (and/or legal U.S. tender) we’ll release the name of [REDACTED]. Our DMs are open.

For 1,000 RTs we’ll released the name of [REDACTED] pic.twitter.com/Mm3LA2ReZT

— The Infatuation LA (@InfatuationLA) July 26, 2020

WEEK OF JULY 20TH

An Orbit-uary: The Satellite announced that they will be shutting their doors - permanently. The owners of the Silver Lake bar/club/place where you once saw two of your exes on the same night and they both ignored you said that they plan to shift away from the venue’s long history as a live music spot (remember Spaceland?) by transforming it into a restaurant.

Openings: Go Get Em Tiger, the small-batch mega-chain, opened their tenth coffee shop in West Hollywood on Sunday, and Teddy’s Red Tacos, the incredible bastion of birria, just opened their fifth location - a brick-and-mortar spot in East LA. Not to be outdone, Katsu Sando, the popular Smorgasburg sandwich spot, opens their Japanese convenience inspired restaurant on Friday in Chinatown.

Reopenings: Tartine Sycamore is back! The Bay Area bakery’s Hollywood location returned last week for takeout and delivery service. Do with that information what you will, but just don’t sleep on the bacon and chive scones.

Duck, Duck, (Force-Fed) Goose: In a court case last week, U.S. District Judge Stephen V. Wilson ruled that the sale of foie gras is no longer illegal in California - so long as the seller is located outside of state lines and transports the goods using a third-party delivery service. However, foie gras still can’t legally be resold, which means you still can’t order it in a restaurant. California’s ban on the production and sale of foie gras originally went into effect in 2012.

Plate Lunches For Power: LA’s latest food-raiser (is this a term yet?) is “Plate Lunch For Power: Asian American Food Community For Black Lives.” And the lineup is absolutely massive - meals will be donated from restaurants like Pine And Crane, Lasa, Luv2Eat, Needle, and Burmese, Please!, and all proceeds will go towards The Okra Project and Lunch on Me. Pre-order your meal from Tuesday, July 21st at 10am to Saturday, July 25th.

Merch Drop: On this week’s merch drop, we’ve got this brand-new rainbow tee from Eightfold Coffee. Yes, we’ve already bought it, and no, we haven’t filed our taxes yet!

(Temporary) Closings: Both Yapa and Yang’s Kitchen announced that they will be closing their doors for the time being. We know they say that distance makes the heart grow fonder - but don’t be gone for too long, OK?

And In Banana Pudding News…

The results are in, and the bad guy of the week is… warm banana pudding?

Warm banana pudding never entered my mental realm...but now I’m intrigued. Cobblers are good warm, perhaps banana pudding might bang the same

— Christopher Brooks (@SeeJayBea) July 20, 2020

Some context: It was just another normal Monday when NYC “food content creator” @DomNTheCity decided that it was time to break the internet. Like Morpheus to Neo, she outstretched both of her hands (a.k.a. posted a Twitter poll) and presented the internet with a crucial choice: Banana pudding, hot or cold?

The answers came in fast and furious, and naturally, Twitter lost its collective mind.

guess what else is hot? hell. which is where you will be going for voting hot https://t.co/AuWnQUR3CM

— geordyn (@geordyn_c) July 20, 2020

((warm banana pudding is definitely a thing and it’s good)) https://t.co/w7yJgFceVC pic.twitter.com/7cduHJE8rj

— Your girth is your worth. (@cotton_candiee) July 20, 2020

En la basura https://t.co/UnmiBPlb0J

— 🌻Brittany. Licensed Esthetician🌺 (@brittanymadiskn) July 20, 2020

Anyway, if you need us, we’ll be in the corner, eating this banana pudding from Hotville Chicken at whatever temperature they give us it.

WEEK OF JULY 13TH

Sqirl Drama: It was the jam news heard ’round the world. This weekend, scientist and writer Joe Rosenthal took to Instagram to post a very long string of stories alleging Sqirl had created a toxic culture in the workplace - mold culture, that is. In the since-expired Insta Story, multiple employees of the Virgil Village cafe came forward with stories detailing everything from scraping mold from jam buckets to straight-up employee discrimination. Sqirl founder Jessica Koslow responded to the former in a statement, saying that her restaurant - as well as a secondary kitchen and catering kitchen - all hold “A” ratings from the LA Dept. of Health, and explaining that “because [our] jam is low in sugar and we don’t use chemicals or preservatives, there were occasional instances where mold would develop on the surface.” She also added that Sqirl will now throw away any jam that grows mold, and are submitting samples of their jam to an independent laboratory “to ensure its safety and longevity.”

Things Are Changing… Kind Of: On Monday, as COVID cases continue to surge, Governor Gavin Newsom announced a statewide ban on indoor dining - and ordered all bars to close, too. What does that mean for LA? Well… kind of nothing. Under these “new” statewide restrictions, restaurants will still be permitted to stay open for outdoor dining and takeout (with the same applying to bars/breweries serving food) - a.k.a., what we’ve been doing for like, two weeks now.

Openings: Mírame, a contemporary Mexican spot in Beverly Hills, opens their doors this week (even though they were technically supposed to open last week). Other new arrivals include N Cafe, a Japanese American cafe in Gardena that’s headed by the chef behind the now-closed Chaya Brasserie, Tamales Elena Y Antojitos, “LA’s first Afro-Mexican restaurant,” in Bell Gardens, and a third location for Madre, one of our favorite Oaxacan restaurants, on Fairfax.

Reopenings: One of our favorite wine bars (and subject of the Best Photo We’ve Ever Taken), Oriel has reopened for limited patio seating. Check their Instagram for all the latest updates.

Important Cookie News: Fleurs et sel will be selling grab bags and mixed boxes of their incredible cookies this Wednesday (7/15) and Friday (7/17). Flavors include rainbow funfetti birthday cake, marshmallow and graham cracker s’mores, and caramelized butter pecan, among others. Comment on their Instagram post to make a reservation, Venmo/Zelle is strongly preferred.

Pearl River Deli: This weekend, Pearl River Deli, a.k.a. “The Prince of Poultry,” a.k.a. “The Bad Boy of Birds,” is bringing back their signature Hainanese chicken plates for a limited run. To-go orders can be made in advance by calling (626) 688-9507.

Adjustments: Eszett is taking a brief pause from operations as they try to figure out their next move. And All Day Baby has announced they’re changing their hours of operation, shifting to Weds-Sun, 9am-3pm.

Closings: Do all good things have to come to an end? Because this really freaking blows. We had to say goodbye to Here’s Looking At You, Little Bar, Villa Blanca, and Wexler’s Palm Springs location.

And now... THE INTERNET WEIGHS IN ON SQIRL:

the usda, which acknowledges that mold on preserved meats and hard cheeses is safe/normal (and suggests cutting off the mold off those foods and moving on) says this about moldy jam: the mold could be producing a mycotoxin, discard ~all~ of it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ pic.twitter.com/fqH7FWzrxv

— Tejal Rao (@tejalrao) July 13, 2020

what if we kissed in the secret mold kitchen at #sqirl pic.twitter.com/t58QodAM4z

— madison (@magicstar8888) July 13, 2020

Turns out I range anywhere from “emotionless” to “totally fine” when it comes to scraping mold off food

— Kate Berlant (@kateberlant) July 12, 2020

I have eaten

the jam

that was in

the walk-in

and which you were probably

scraping

the mold from

Forgive me

it was delicious

so sweet

and yet so furry#sqirl

— 🅨🅞🅤 ⓜⓤⓢⓣ 𝘣𝘦 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼. (@ursonate) July 13, 2020

Catching up on the news from the weekend pic.twitter.com/M7BLTaJr2w

— The Infatuation LA (@InfatuationLA) July 13, 2020

WEEK OF JULY 6TH

Uber Bought Postmates: Holy conglomerate hell, Batman! While Uber’s core ride-hailing operation continues to struggle during the pandemic, they’ve just acquired Postmates for a measly $2.65 billion (approximately the same price as getting Sugarfish delivered). Although Uber will combine Postmates with their own food-delivery division, Uber Eats, the latter will continue to operate under the same name, which is great news for anyone who bought some Postmates swag back in 2015.

Openings: South LA Ethiopian spot Azla Vegan has opened a second outpost in Leimert Park; Long Beach is now home to the first U.S. location of Japanese chain Champion’s Curry (a second is set to open in Little Tokyo in mid-July); Dun Huang brought their northwestern Chinese noodles from New York City to Westwood; and Caravan Swim Club just opened up this past week at the Hotel June in Playa del Rey. Is that everything? That should be everything.

New Outdoor Seating Options: Sun Nong Dan, Tree of Wishes, John O’Groats, Otafuku Noodle House, Pann’s Diner, and the legendary Casa Vega are all back this week with brand-new patio and outdoor dining options. For a full list of outdoor dining spots, check out our guide to LA Restaurants Where You Can Eat Outside Today.

Blackout Day 2020: Tuesday, July 7th is #BlackoutDay2020, a day in which Black Americans plan to either shop exclusively at Black-owned businesses, or spend no money at all. The objective here is to highlight the community’s immense spending power in this country - Nielsen estimates over $1 trillion were spent on consumer goods in 2018. If you’re choosing to use your dollars today, we’ve put together a list of 300+ Black-owned restaurants in LA.

Honey’s Kettle Expands: On Monday, Culver City fried chicken joint Honey’s Kettle expanded their delivery range with the opening of the first Honey Drop Kitchen, which delivers to DTLA, USC, Ktown, Inglewood, and cities in between. A second Hollywood outpost is set to open later this summer.

Jinya Turns 10: Joining the ranks of JiffPom and your little cousin with more Instagram followers than you, Jinya Ramen is turning ten years old next week. And to celebrate, on July 15th, not only are they bringing back the tonkotsu ramen from the original Jinya in Tokyo, they’re offering three of their best-selling bowls (spicy chicken, creamy vegan, and tonkotsu black) for just one Alexander Hamilton ($10). Perfect timing on so many layers.

Permanent Closures: Hopefully we’ll be able to un-report this at some point in time, but the vegan Creole restaurant Krimsey’s Modern Cajun and Chinatown’s historic Plum Tree Inn have both closed permanently.

this isn’t restaurant news, but it’s still IMPORTANT:

In a tribute to Ennio Morricone, Yo-Yo Ma posted this video of him playing the Love Theme from Cinema Paradiso. The iconic Italian film composer, who worked with Quentin Tarantino, John Carpenter, Sergio Leone, and Pier Paolo Pasolini (among many, many others) died Monday at the age of 91.

I'll never forget the way Ennio Morricone described music as “energy, space, and time.” It is, perhaps, the most concise and accurate description I’ve ever heard. We'll truly miss him. This is the Love Theme from "Cinema Paradiso." #EnnioMorricone pic.twitter.com/kpbkodhHrh

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IC main chat event - Carnival of Carnage

And this marks the first official Main Chat Event on wrealms! Many thanks to those who joined us tonight, and many kudos to those who worked hard to make this possible. Here's to many more events in the future!

Event date: October 5th, 2017. 2:30pm Pacific Time

Participants: Samantha Giddings (DM), Europa & Cassius (DM), Nikolas Everett (Omega) (DM), June Moone, Raiya

Omega Ω

Words spoken, the portal opened, the setting around the Vessel and the Jabberwocky had altered with their passage. In front of them lie the door to Sanctum as they approached, to which Nikolas yanked it open, holding it ajar for her. "It's not New York... just a pit stop. Welcome to Sanctum Cafe." He spoke to Europa, a half grin visible in preparation for her reaction.

Europa & Cassius (DM)

Europa stumbled out of the portal, eyes wide with wonder with just a hint of adorable confusion. Her jaw loosened, allowing her full lips to part as she looked the doors up and down, pulling on the hem of her long black shirt, which was the only thing the Mediterranean wore. "Wow...it's amazing!" Euro exclaimed happily, grinning broadly up to Nik, putting a dimple in each cheek. She reached out to snag his hand and began to pull him inside, if allowed. She glanced around, wide eyed like a kid in a candy store, nose twitching as she gathered all the scents she could. "Sanctum...."

Omega Ω

"It's a coffee shop. A place people sit and talk... other things too. A lot of supernaturals come to meet here, there's portals all over the world." Nik explained as he was dragged into the space, eyeing the counter with the intent of coffee, but something else had struck him all the same. The sight of the tent lingering outside the building was new. For now, he made no mentioning, watching as she explored the building. They'd stay for a little, perhaps. Get their footing before another portal to where he considered home. In the least... that was the plan.

June Moone

In a corner booth, a young woman of approximately 19 years sat leaning over a hoard of books, some opened and some closed. All of them titled with something related to witchcraft and demons. A few of them were spread open in front of her, and she seemed to be so into her reading she didn't even notice the people entering the cafe. Not that she'd see them anyway, as the piled of books around her, completely encased her, making her oblivious to her surroundings. Then, she seemed to have been startled by a piece of information in the book she was currently reading, and with a quick jerk of her arm she accidentally struck one of the towers of books, causing it to topple over and crash down on the floor book after book, creating quite the disturbance in the otherwise quite calm atmosphere.

Raiya

The sudden crash caused another quiet patron to flinch and disrupt her out of an attentive trance. Eyes snapped from the current book she had been reading and over to the cause of the noise. “Do you need help with that?” The woman’s offer came forth while she rose from her seat and approached. However, no motion to retrieve the books was made until confirmation was administered.

Europa & Cassius (DM)

"Coff-ee shop." Europa repeated, squinting up at the menu in confusion. "Maybe they have a por-tul back to my home. Pangea!" She exclaimed, looking up hopefully to Nik, and then she squinted up to a nearby poster, one depicting an upcoming carnival. The Jabberwocky couldn't quite read all of the details, but all the vibrant colors and abstract designs captivated the young woman. "Oh, Nik! We should go to the Ca...Carr..." She couldn't read it. "Can we? Can we please?" Before he could answer, she looked over her shoulder as a new woman entered the Cafe, and she grinned, moving to look over June's head down at the words...which she also could not read. "It must be nice to read, Book Lady!"

Omega Ω

"I dunno... hard to say. You've gotta be careful with the portals though." He stated, obvious in his own case of running into her. "A what..?" Well... that explained the tent. At the sound, Nik's head turned all the same. Keeping an eye on Europa all the while as she wandered, examining the books on the floor. Before he could speak to assist, another familiar tone seemingly beat him to it. "Hey, Raiya... didn't think we'd meet here of all places." He murmured. Nik flashed a coy smile.

Samantha Giddings

Sam entered the cafe, her hair up in a messy ponytail, and red hoodie so big it sunk to her denim covered knees. Hazel eyes look around curiously and she offers a wave to Europa.

June Moone

June looked over toward Europa first, quickly closing the book in front of her before reaching to the end of the table to look at the fallen books. She then looked over towards the other woman who'd also been reading and was offering to help with the fallen books. June gestures towards her and replies. "It'd be great, thank you. I'm sorry I caused such tumult." She said, before turning towards Europa again. "Generally reading is nice, yes. But this is not pleasure reading, unfortunately", she replied with a slightly worried expression. Her glasses enhancing her already naturally large eyes, and defined eyebrows.

Raiya

“Not to worry~” Upon confirmation, the raven stooped and began to collect the books off of the floor. The sound of her name drew her attention to peer curiously over her shoulder, and a smile was offered in recognition. “Funny how that works. Nikolas, was it?” The words and the expression of unease from the other woman did not go unheeded. She took a glance towards her before working to stack the books in their previous places.

Europa & Cassius (DM)

Ah! Europa remembered Sam! "Forest Wanderer!" She exclaimed happily. "I didn't think I'd see you here." But then she glanced back down to June. "Pleasure reading..." Europa repeated before suddenly dropping to all fours and bolting back to Nik's side. In a fluid leap, she would crawl on to his back, surprisingly light, weighing no more than a child. Strange. "Nik! We must got to the C-A-i don't know those letters-I-don't know that either, or that-A-L!"

Samantha Giddings

"The carnival?" Sam piped up. It was free tonight. She was excited for it, and her smile extended over to Nikolas and the others. "Who's thinking about going? You don't even need tickets." Heck. She was already gathering her stuff. She just wanted to get her salad.

Europa & Cassius (DM)

And suddenly, a leopard was stalking into the Cafe, letting out tiny chuffs to the people in his surroundings, The giant cat leapt upon a table, lying down before shifting in this human form, an Arabic man- Cassius Nazari, who else?

Omega Ω

"I guess... I don't know." Nikolas shrugged. Blinking, he looked over to Europa. "Hey, Euro... you want to stick around for a little while?"

Europa & Cassius (DM)

Europa peered over his shoulder, clinging to his back with a grin on her face. "Yes we can see the...what Sam said!" She grinned. "Am I allowed to shift here, since this is sanct-um not the New of York?"

Omega Ω

"Ah..." Nik looked around. It was sanctum, wasn't it? "I don't see why not, sure."

June Moone

Upon hearing the words of the Carnival, June stopped for a moment, holding a few books in her hands that she'd picked up from the floor. A small frown made its way between her brows. She could use some happy distraction right now. And she'd always loved carnivals, being an artist on the side and all that. She then looked at the one who'd helped her, smiling carefully. "Thank you." She then looked towards Nik and Europa, and shifted for a second towards the man who'd just been a leopard a moment ago, then back towards Nik and Europa. Then towards Sam. "There's a carnival?"

Europa & Cassius (DM)

"Good!" Europa said, before giant antlers began to emerge from her scalp, adorned with white roses, the same antlers she possessed in her Saturn form. EJ carefully reached up and plucked a white rose from her antlers, only for another blossom to come forth. She leaned down to hand the rose to Nik. "For you. The roses of a Saturn bring good fortune!"

Samantha Giddings

"Yeah! It's free tonight." Sam replied to June. The posters had been all over the cafe. The classic lettering with golden corners, red, black and white stripes splashed against the paper to make a tent advertised the first night Cirque De La Nuit was in town, set up a parking lot away from the cafe. There was a large fence that prevented from seeing what was inside, but the tops of tents and booths peered over, and loud carnival music played. Tonight was the opening night, free for all. Sam looked at the time and then the time at the poster and did a double take. "Oh snap, the gates are opening!" She got up to put on her jacket, and looked over at her new friend Europa and Omega, then grinned. "Are you coming? All we have to do is wait in line. Seems pretty small right now." In fact, there was no line, but already, people were flocking.

(( DM Notes )):

{{ Anyone joining the event would leave 'bout now and go to the line outside the gate to wait for the gates to open. Event is starting now. Reminder: your character will be weaker inside the gates of the circus due to the magic there, meaning they won’t be so OPed. They will feel slightly ‘drained’. If you are /not/ O.K with this, I suggest that you do not continue into this event. Also, there will be a few killed in the event. They will be brought back from life at the end of the event. What happened in death, and if they remember it is up to you. }}

Omega Ω

As June came up to join them, he gave a nod in confirmation. "Looks like it.” Looking to Europa as she shifted, he waited until she had before tilting his head towards the start of the line. "Looks like if we're going in, we'd better get in line."

Raiya

The last of the books were fetched from the floor and placed back where they were. Raiya listened to the conversations around her – quiet, until the curiosity of a repeating word took hold. “Pardon my ignorance, but what exactly is a carnival?”

Samantha Giddings

"It's a place of entertainment. Like... shows and stuff." Sam said, moving to walk out the door.

Europa & Cassius (DM)

Europa snaked her way down off of Nik, nodding. "I'm excited...even though I don't know what a carnival is." She said cheerfully, stepping into line, grinning. And meanwhile, Cassius thought he'd join the others, why not? The Arab slid off of the table, and alighted over into line.

June Moone

June's face lit up for a second. "I could really use the distraction!" She proclaimed, and stood up, leaving the book covered table. "I'll take care of the books when I get back, don't worry."

Omega Ω

"Another new experience, that's what it is." Nik grinned. "I went to one when I was younger, that was about it." He stepped into line just behind Europa, looking up to the tent's peaks.

Samantha Giddings (DM)

Sam was grinning wide. The gates creaked open and a crowd that had formed behind pushed in a crazed rush, pushing the patrons of the cafe forward. As soon as they had been pushed forward the gates shut behind them in a slam! Carnival music played eerily and thick fog and the crowd that was once around them ran into the fog. If the patrons looked close enough, they might see that the people of the crowd seemed to vanish completely. Then? There was a woman speaking over the P.A system. “It’s time. Welcome to Cirque de la Nuit!” In front of them were lines of booths and small tents, and at the very end was the large white and red tent, large enough for the possible wooden classic arena. “Now, you may enjoy this in large groups…” The voice boomed, the voice high pitched and crazed. “Or you may go off separately. The choice is yours.” Sam, who had been with them all, looked up at the speakers, overwhelmed by the music. “What’s the plan?”

Europa & Cassius (DM)

She seemed mesmerized by all the antics, waiting for the doors to open. "I think you shall show me many things, Nicolas. I feel it." She looked over her shoulder at him before entering the doors. Her smile suddenly fell as the doors slammed behind her, and she jumped at the sound of the speakers. "S-Sam? Nik? What's going on?"

Raiya

A slight frown dipped upon Raiya’s features while her eyes swept around the surroundings. A sense of growing apprehension evident, and the music did nothing to sooth any doubts. A glance was offered to Europa. “I’m… sure it’s all part of the act.”

Omega Ω

The doors slammed behind them, and Nik blinked. Casting a look back almost concerned, until the voice over the intercom threw his attention upwards. He looked to Europa when she jumped, stepping into the carnival further as the people vanished. "I... don't know." He mumbled. All the while... did his head feel clearer? The demon felt oddly absent within the space. He glanced back at Raiya's reassurance, taking it to heart some. A glance over to June, and he started walking further in. "Well... might as well look around."

Samantha Giddings (DM)

Sam felt something sink in her stomach. The music wasn't so joyful. The place seemed... abandoned. And did anyone else smell the rotting things- wood and... bodies? "Stick together?" She looked at the others. "Or do we split off into smaller groups?"

June Moone

A feeling of discomfort made it through June's spine as she speakers boomed. She'd just gotten inside, right behind the others. Something made her uneasy about this, but maybe it was just the fog. She looked around and didn't quite understand how the people around them could've vanished in the fog so quickly. She was reminded of her time in the Jungle. A fog had rolled in, making June lose track of the rest of the explorers. Which was when she uncovered the tomb that would forever haunt her. "Am I the only one who doesn't like all this mist around here?" June looked at Sam. "Stick together. Trust me. Splitting up is not a good idea, not in fog this thick."

Europa & Cassius (DM)

Europa looked to Raiya, wetting her lips. "I really hope you're right..." She looked back to Nik, swallowing hard. "Nik...your companion is gone. And..." She held up her hands. "I can't...I can't shift! Or anything, I...." She wrinkled her nose, her sense of smell much stronger than a humans, picking up the scent of death.

Omega Ω (DM)

"I know... my head feels calm for once, it's strange." Oh, look. Omega was already wandering off. Taking to a direction to the left, he was looking around through the fog, sifting as his feet moved. His nose wrinkled to the smell of the place... what was that?

Samantha Giddings (DM)

"Wait up for us-" She looked over at June, Europa, Cassius and Raiya. Chills ran up her spine again. "Where should we look first?" There were so many tents and booths. Then the one large tent, with the white and red stripes...

Raiya

The longer one took to analyze the surroundings, the more unsettling they became. Smells and sights did not quite align into something as appealing as the posters had advertised. They had been walking for quite a while, and….what was that smell? /Her heart began to race just a bit faster. “We should probably keep together, just until we figure out what is going on…”

Europa & Cassius (DM)

Europa felt her spine tingle before she looked to June. "Come on, book lady!" She said before bounding after Omega. The entire group would eventually would come to a giant tent, where loud, raucous music emitted. "Come one, come all, see the acrobats defy everything you thought you knew!" A voice boomed inside, as well as flashing lights

June Moone

June hurried after Europa, gesturing towards Sam and the other to follow. "I think the fog will be lighter inside!"

Omega Ω (DM)

Following the sight of the tent and the sound of the announcer inside, he glanced back to see followers to his wandering. Waiting up, he stopped by the door momentarily before stepping in. The fog had subsided ever so slightly, the sight of the bars and swings lingering up above for the acrobatics show. "This place is just... strange."

June Moone

"I have a really bad feeling about this place... And.." She stopped herself, not wanting to share her dark secret. It'd probably just worsen the situation, knowing that one of them was a homicidal moon witch goddess thing. June didn't quite know herself. "Maybe we should get back to the cafe soon?"

Samantha Giddings (DM)

"How will we go back? The gates were closed..." Sam said, wanting to run. She thought back to the lodge. "And what if all these... odd things follow us back?"

Raiya

“It /is/ October….chances are they are making it unsettling to fit the season-?” Her voice was kept feathery in attempts to ease the tension that hung heavily over the group. Even she was not /quite/ convinced of her own words, evident by the careful scanning of the props and foggy interior. Something still tingled within the back of her mind… a warning, perhaps.

Europa & Cassius (DM)

Inside, was nothing short of a horror show. The floor of the tent was a giant pentagram, pulsing red light. Unlike what June had suspected, the fog was even thicker, one could barely see in front of them. However, there were the outlines of bodies hanging from nooses down from the tent ceiling. In the very center of the tent, the fog had cleared, and acrobats dressed in black-and-white striped suits swung from said nooses. Smiles had been permanently cut into the gymnasts faces as they did so, scarring around their mouths and ripping apart their lips.

Omega Ω (DM)

"AH-!" The sound of air rushing was greeted by the glint of something metal swinging through the air. Nikolas ducked suddenly, feeling the edge of something sharp brushing the top of his hair. Falling to the ground and scrambling backwards he looked up, the sight of the acrobats overhead causing his eyes to widen. "What the Hell!?"

Samantha Giddings (DM)

The knife Omega had ducked clattered onto the floor. Sam picked it up, and what light broke through the fog glinted onto it. "Oh my god. We... We have to get out of here."

Europa & Cassius (DM)

Europa let out an animalistic screech as knives seemed to fly from all directions. "Nik! Sam!" She cried. "Book lady!" She ducked, one flying dagger still managing to nick her exposed thigh, blood oozing forth from the muscle. Again, a screech escaped her lips. Out of fear, she crouched, ready to bolt in a matter of seconds.

Omega Ω (DM)

Staring at the knife wordlessly, Nik blinked. His eyes went to search for Europa, catching glance of Raiya in the fog. Overall, keeping his eyes on the figured overhead. This wasn't good. "Europa!" He yelled when she seemed to cry out in pain. getting back to his feet he'd scramble over to her, stumbling onto his knees when another knife was swung by the grotesque acrobat that passed overhead.

Samantha Giddings (DM)

And another knife was swinging down. Think fast people~ One was coming for that sweet face of June Moone, ready to slice open a cheek if possible. Sam realized something with horror. Some of the ribbons weren't made of silk or rope. Guts. Intestines. She ducked under the stand, gagging.

Samantha Giddings (DM)

And where was Raiya and Cassius? The carnies weren't scared to try to swing down with a kick or two~

June Moone

"I hope you're right. I hope this is all just a big halloween prank.. But I don't. I think we should all just try to remain calm no matter what happens." Although, she was mostly speaking for herself. She knew what happened when she was not in control, and this place.... This place made her grasp of her own mind weaker. She was struggling to remain control. It didn't help that Europa shouted towards her, followed by a few knives flying close to June. "What the-" She quickly fell to the ground, and crawled to hide anywhere. Her face was painted by sheer panic now.

Europa & Cassius (DM)

Europa turned as she picked up on his voice, crawling to meet him half way, blood creating a red sheen over her long leg. She looked up to Nik, but then covered her head as a monstrous acrobat swung overhead, and she let out a shriek. EJ grasped Nik's arm. "We need to go!"

Raiya

Eyes widened, throat tightened as adrenaline rushed through her limbs. The whirring of blades and the harrowing cries drew her attention back right before chaos took hold. “Everybody look for cover!” She ducked, narrowly avoiding a blade that zipped right past her face. Attempts to conjure a barrier was feeble, so she took up a fallen blade in attempts to bat away any oncoming weaponry and she darted back towards the group. The fog made it difficult to see.

June Moone

Her mind was occupied by one single word now. 'enchantress, enchantress, enchantress, enchantress, enchantress, enchantress'. Over and over again, and she was too afraid to open her mouth. Tears began to form in her eyes as she clawed against her shoulders, curling up on the ground with every single muscle in her body tensed.

Samantha Giddings (DM)

Oh? OH? Sam stared at June. What was she doing? "Hey, get up!" She moved over to put a hand on June's shoulder. Survival was a must.

Omega Ω (DM)

"The door! C'mon!" Nikolas hollered, searching for the others in the fog. "Stay low!" They had to get moving... but WHERE WAS the exit?

June Moone

The young woman only shook her head shakily as a reply towards Sam. She just couldn't. She couldn't move. Whatever happened, she was not allowed to do anything. She had to remain focused - in control...

Samantha Giddings (DM)

June might feel drained as she tried to call upon the enchantress. "Everyone will die if we wait here for you." So Sam was stooping low. "Let me carry you out.."

Europa & Cassius (DM)

Just then, one grotesque acrobat dropped, that vicious, mutilated smile flashing. Pus oozed from his mouth as he parted his lips, holding up an ignited sword. He stuck the blade right down his throat, spinning around as he removed the sword, and spewing fire, sending the fog drifting away. A fat, pot bellied announcer was dead center of the tent. "And welcome tonight to the THRILL of a lifetime, a treat truly of the most extravagant kinds! No tickets, you say!? The cost is none other than your soul!" He said, laughing into the mic. And there- THERE was the exit, blocked by the fire the acrobat had breathed. And he was preparing to spew flames again, straight for the group, but who would take most of the damage if they did not move? Sam and June.

Europa & Cassius (DM)

As the fog scattered, Europa staggered to her feet, grimacing in pain and wailing through her grit teeth. "Sam! Book Lady! Look out!" She stumbled back, grabbing on to Omega, still not noticing the exit.

Samantha Giddings (DM)

Sam would be tugging on June. But she wouldn't stay so long that she caught on fire. She wanted to help, but life was precious. Adrenaline jumped at her, as she felt flames lick at the bare of her arm, exposed when she had rolled up her red sleeves earlier. That would leave a burn.

Omega Ω (DM)

"That way!" Nikolas yelled, pointing. Taking Europa's arm he looked for where the fog had cleared, seeing the exit. Tugging her towards it he eyed the acrobat closely, pulling them out of the line of flames before their reach. His grip tugged harder as he made a bolt for the doorway of the tent, seeing the outside the closer they became.

June Moone

June took a deep breath, she clawed her way to her feet, but remained crouched. "GO!" She shouted towards sam. "I-" Her words were incredibly forced. "I have to remain in control, or she...." She hunched over as if trying not to vomit "She will take control!" Referring to the witch possessing her body. The Enchantress too was weakened by this place, but still strong enough to nearly take hold of poor June's mind. "Hurry!" She shouted, as she too began to run, still crouched, to the side - escaping the flames.

Europa & Cassius (DM)

The acrobat inhaled deeply once he drew the blade from his mouth, releasing a sea of flames but- DRAT. The fire would lick at June and Sam but they were out of there!

Europa & Cassius (DM)

Europa let out a yelp in pain but she clung tightly to Omega, hobbling quickly to escape as they both headed for the exit.

Samantha Giddings (DM)

Sam was running. Damn. It was like she was being chased by a wendigo all over again. As soon as they were out, Sam was inspecting her arm. "What a jerk." She grumbled, her face scrunching up.

Omega Ω (DM)

Once outside the tent, Nik took a deep breath of relief and looked back. When nothing seemed to follow them out he checked his head for blood- nothing. "Euro... you alright?" He kept his eyes peeled around the carnival grounds in the meanwhile.

June Moone

"AAH" Crying out from the heat of the flames, June stumbled, falling to the ground again, tumbling around and ended up flat on the ground. But she managed to crawl onto her knees and continue her way towards where she'd seen Nik move.

Raiya

“Come on, we have to keep moving!” Urgency riddled her voice as the group carefully made their way past the flames. Attention was fixed on the fire and the acrobat, for the time being, yet… wait, what was that? Something else caught her attention amidst the fog and the smoke that was threatening a coughing fit. The elf glanced over at the group for a moment and back at… whatever had glinted from another section of the vicinity.

Omega Ω (DM)

Hearing another's footsteps, he looked back in relief seeing the girl who had once been merely reading. When nothing seemed to come after worked to catch his breath, checking again for the demon... nothing. His eyes looked to Raiya where she stood, seemingly staring off into the fog. "Wha... What is it?" He exclaimed, face paled.

Europa & Cassius (DM)

Europa's heart pounded against the wall of her chest, putting a hand over the bleeding stab wound on her leg, cursing in her ancient Pangean tongue. However, her midnight gaze trained on Raiya, beginning to feel even more terror overcome her.

June Moone

June came soon, crawling out of the tent, the left side of her clothes were slightly blackened and ripped by the flames. She was oblivious to the potential coming threat, and was just relieved to have gotten out of there. She crawled her way onto her feet, finally calmed down enough to stay in control of herself. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT BACK THERE?!" She shouted in a still panicked voice. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS IT?! WHAT IS THIS PLACE?!"

Raiya

She looked at the gleam, looked at Nik, then back to the gleam in the fog. There was no way they were going to go back and find the first entrance, so a new strategy came to play. “Everyone, this way.” She skirted around a stray tongue of flame before going towards whatever it is she had seen. Her eyes snapped towards anything that moved, caution heightened even as they pulled away from the fire.

Europa & Cassius (DM)

At that, Europa turned once to look back at the flames, beginning to stagger after Raiya.

Samantha Giddings (DM)

They were back outside the tents. "I... I am never going to the circus again. We need to find a first aid kit or something and a way out of here." Her burn wasn't so bad. She turned to look at June and Raiya, before Omega and Europa. And then they were on the move. "Look... Obviously something isn't OK. Like you told me..." June was being faced with Sam. Sam was oddly calm. But then again, this was nothing like the lodge. "We need to remain calm. Let's keep moving, ok? We gotta figure it out on the way."

Omega Ω (DM)

Nik stood up straight, now. Taking deep breaths, still eyeing the tent entry. He glanced to Sam and then finally June. "Calm down! You have to...-" To Raiya's call, his head snapped in that direction again, shaken. When Europa had started to move, he did the same. Following aimlessly in the direction that was not-the-tent.

Samantha Giddings (DM)

And that's when Sam noticed the writings outside on the tents. Blood, drying, and odd sigils. "The fuck..." She mumbled.

Europa & Cassius (DM)

As Europa followed Raiya as hastily as she could, she caught eye of a carousel in the distance, spinning around and around...the horses matching the steeds that the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse would've ridden. Atop them? Decaying bodies, their heads covered by the severed necks and heads of male goats.

Omega Ω (DM)

Nikolas shuddered when the carousel came into view... he smelled it before he saw it, and he wished he hadn't done either. Sticking close to Europa now, he followed after Raiya all the same.

Samantha Giddings (DM)

Sam was watching the area around, staying back with June. The music that croaked out into the air wasn't even carnival music anymore. And Sam felt regret that she never bothered with Latin, or maybe she could understand the lyrics pounding out in scratched noises.

June Moone

June took a few deep breaths and extinguished some of the cinders still burning on her shirt, clenching her teeth as her hand slammed against her slightly burned skin. She looked towards Nik, Rai, and Euro, then back at Sam. "Need to catch up" She spoke through her teeth as she began to move towards the rest of the group. Her skin was bruised and dirty, and pears of sweat dripped from her face. She didn't pay much attention to the music, if she had, she might've been able to understand the lyrics as she knew latin from studying both Roman and Roman English artifacts, texts and culture.

Raiya

The elven’s eyes narrowed at the sight of the carousel. Her pace slowed somewhat, keeping sure that everyone in the group was still present. The gleam grew brighter, more vibrant through the fog until its source became clear: A machine of sorts, riddled with odd scripts and glass panels that stared blankly at the patrons. A single lever was offered forth, the ending nob shaped into a gold skull. “…What is this thing?”

Europa & Cassius (DM)

Europa was beginning to sweat, blonde hair plastered to her neck and forehead. "An oracle?" She had lived with them on Pangea.

Omega Ω (DM)

"It's a fortune teller... most normal carnivals have them." Nikolas responded as he approached, tilting his head. "Press the button, maybe it'll tell us something." From the neighboring tent, although the interior was pitch dark... he could have sworn he felt eyes upon him.

Samantha Giddings (DM)

And Sam was coming forward, slipping a quarter or two into the machine before slapping that button. The 'woman' came to life, and she stepped back. Her voice, the fortune teller's voice, was just /wrong/. "Ah, so what do you want to know about your future? One question from the doomed." Her lips curled up into a smile.

Europa & Cassius (DM)

Europa leaned over to June, eyebrows knitting once she caught sight of June's bruised skin. "I shall give you a rose for good luck....when we make it out of here." A SCREECH then escaped Europa at the sound of the bone chilling voice.

Samantha Giddings (DM)

And in the background? "Non sanctum non potestis salvi fieri." The song was creaking out more words...

Raiya

Raiya’s shoulders tensed in anticipation as Sam stepped forward. Habits drove her to scan their surroundings every few seconds, intent on picking up any foreign motions before further threats could arise.

Europa & Cassius (DM)

Europa's voice croaked when she finally laid eyes on the woman. "...Will we live?" She asked.

June Moone

June forced a smile towards Europa. "That's very sweet of you." She cringed for a second, letting out a pained groan. "Though, I'm not sure I will get out of here... At least not las I am now" she continued.

Omega Ω (DM)

The fortune teller’s lever was pulled... what happened was seemingly nothing at first. The carnival fell oddly silent other than the words of the machine and Europa's question that lingered. Off to the left however he heard sounds...

...growls. A shiver went down his spine at the sound, glancing into the tent's darkness. Silhouettes appeared, one by one, smoke rising off canine pelts as what seemed like hounds of hell had stepped out, half-fleshless maws snarling. "RUN!" Nik screamed after a moment of staring, wide eyed. He suddenly turned and bolted- as should the rest. One by one the beast came out running, snapping their bloodied jaws at each.

Samantha Giddings (DM)

Sam only caught a quick glance at the hell hounds. Some looked like potential circus animals, scales on tails, dark stripes ripping a pattern onto their bloodied coats and thick manes catching around their throats. They didn't go for the weakest. They went for the stronger ones, those who would challenge them. They wanted a /fight./

Europa & Cassius (DM)

Europa's eyes widened, and she bolted, naturally dropping down on to all fours. Like this, she could cover much more ground than the humans...but, she was too fast. She found herself stopping in her tracks, whirling around to let her fleeing friends run past her. Jaw's bared, tusks broke their way through the skin of her jaw. She remained on all fours, ready to swing the massive ivory tusks at the hellhounds. She would protect her friends!

June Moone

Right before the music stopped, June managed to snap out the last few words. "That doesn't sound good..." Then she noticed the same growls as Nik. He eyes darted towards the beast that had emerged from the tent, and her eyes widened in terror. "I can't do this anymore..." She said as she stumbled backwards, unable to get a grip on the ground with her feet,

Raiya

“Run, Find another way out!” Motions were set into action, determination set. She grabbed hold of the skull-topped lever from the machine and, placing a foot on the machine for leverage, the elf tore it off the hinges. Eyes narrowed, attention sharpened, the fae shifted the new weapon from one hand to another to test its weight. One side blunt, another side sharp and spear-like, she stood her ground against the oncoming animals.

Omega Ω (DM)

In the background, not far from when he had bolted, an air splitting scream came from Nik. Fangs sank into flesh as he was grounded, yells of pain and horror originating as a trio of wolves overtook his figure... little by little the noise stopped. From the corner of June's eye, another beast approached. A lion-like beast was closing in, make partially engulfed in flame, jagged fangs bared with a grotesque roar escaping.

Europa & Cassius (DM)

"Nikolas!" Europa cried out, tears burning her eyes. She pounded against the ground with her arms, leaping to his defense, one of those strange tusks piercing a hellhound in the side, blood staining ivory.

Omega Ω (DM)

A wolven beast had meanwhile approached the elf, coming in full sprint towards Raiya. When close enough it lunged towards where she held her stance, rotted fangs snapping for the woman's throat.

Samantha Giddings (DM)

Sam was trying to dart for the tents. Her head was unclear on what to do, people were dropping like flies left and right, the music was so /stressful./

Raiya

Familiarity was evident, albeit distant. She charged towards the wolf, quickly closing the space between them. Raiya stooped onto a knee at last minute, shoving the makeshift spear forwards and upwards with the intention of impaling its head through the underside of its jaw.

Omega Ω (DM)

As the object struck the wolf, a horrific squeal of a sound split the air. Falling limp its weight fell at Raiya's feet, black flames engulfing the corpse as it rotted down to none. Out of a corner tent, another hell-born lion charged for Sam. Snapping its jaws the beast was closing in rapidly.

June Moone

June was nearly paralyzed by fear now. The fear so strong, she didn't even feel the presence of the Enchantress anymore, which in a way was a relief to her. But she had no time to feel free, for she noticed the terrible creature coming her way, and she quickly began to crawl backwards, and without looking where she was going, she was pinned to a pole of sorts, her hands, clawing all around her in hopes of finding something sharp.

Raiya

Raiya pulled the spear out of the wolf’s head before it burst into flames. A quick glance towards sam and the charging lion drove her to bolt in her direction. “Sam, catch!” A large shard of glass was tossed. It was the only thing within reach – whether Sam caught it or not was based on how quickly she could react.

Samantha Giddings (DM)

Sam went to get the shard, but as she turned, she felt fangs of the beast sink into her throat. Oh no. It was.... too late. That glass slipped out of her hands, as her body was torn apart.

Omega Ω (DM)

The second lion leaped for June where she crawled, it's jaws sinking into the flesh of her leg without remorse, shaking roughly from side to side. Letting go only to charge for her throat, there was a grotesque, wet 'SNAP' as it met its mark.

June Moone

There was a moment the former archaologist finally felt free. Completely free. As blood poured into her lungs, her entire body stale from the broken neck, and the darkness fading from her eyes, she no longer felt the need to fight. She was relieved. And yet, something fought for her to keep going. Something deep down told her she had to live. But the voice soon faded.

Omega Ω (DM)

From behind Europa... the heat of flames were felt. One by one the acrobats had come down from their perches, snagging onto her arms and legs wildly. With each one's grasp, the burn of their fangs sinking into her flesh was felt. Suddenly, one by one... they began to pull. Each going their separate ways flesh would follow, threatening to tear her to pieces.

Europa & Cassius (DM)

Europa was too shocked to even react. The ripping, the tearing, the agony as skin began to split, entrails spilling. She couldn't even hear herself scream anymore- all she could see were the blade again, as the priests sawed away at her arms, her legs, her torso, all she could hear was Ibsi'tu's crying as he watched the girl he had raised be sawed apart. And all was black.

Europa & Cassius (DM)

Oh but Raiya, things were about the change for her. One hellhound leapt, sinking its thick jaws into Raiya's arm, then threw her to the ground, the bone snapping under the pressure. And then, the hound began to drag Raiya away, towards a dark tent, crushing her arm even further.

Raiya

She did not even have time to register Sam’s horrific fate when she felt a sharp pain to her arm. Her breath hitched in her throat -- an odd mix between a gasp and a cry of pain which was swiftly severed as she collided with the ground. Her other hand worked desperately to loosen the beast’s jaw from her arm, kicking at the beast in furious attempt to get away. Teeth gritted in a hiss as her vision began to blur. Pain crashed in heavy waves as she was dragged away.

Samantha Giddings (DM)

That’s when things got weird. A woman, the same one from the posters, whose name was Madame Nuit, whose name translated into Lady Night, stepped by Raiya. The hounds stood by her side, loyal as ever, eating at her friends. "This is it." Outside, the screams of her friends could be heard, and Lady Night looked over at Raiya.

Samantha Giddings (DM)

Her face was dried and cracked with blood, and in her hand was a knife. “The sacrifice. Lives lost for a single life.” The knife lifted, and slashed through the air. But she shook and shook violently, the poor circus owner couldn’t do it. “I… I just can’t.” And then came the devil. His hair was dark, but his skin was bright red and horns twisted out of his forehead. A cruel smile flickered over to Raiya, and then the Madame. “The last sacrifice to get a child. All of this, a grand show, for what?!?” And the fog rolled into her, and the hounds crashed, and teeth flashed and… Suddenly, the violence seemed to end.

The circus, the tents, the monsters, the carnies, the blood, the gore? In a blink of an eye, it seemed to vanish and everyone, was back at the cafe. Some might be still injured, and others perfectly fine. “I know you might be confused.” A curling, deep, demonic voice boomed. And there sitting on the counter top with a cigarette hanging from in between his teeth was the devil himself again, but this time dressed as a white man in a suit. It was obvious who he was though, because he literally had a tag that said ‘HI! I’M..’ And then in bolder, messier print. ‘....SATAN. OR ONE OF HIM.’ “But quite frankly, the circus owners, even with the help of myself, just couldn’t kill enough of you in time. The deal they made? Void. I’ll be taking the circus and leaving most of you alone… unless you guys get caught up in another deal.” His eyes, black through and through searched their faces, and I guess you could say a devilish grin crossed his face before he poofed up in smoke, leaving the group to recover from the horror they experienced.

Europa & Cassius (DM)

At that, the tents, the hounds, the acrobats, the carousel, they all began to evaporate into black mist, being blown away in the wind, turning the clouds a dark gray as if tainted by ash. And as for the patrons? Sanctum. The world had returned to the Cafe.

Raiya

She froze at the sight of the woman. Eyes widened, echoing with Pain, fear, confusion… anger. Her motions were slow to react as the knife came down upon her. Her eyes closed in anticipation of the cruel execution, and then --… voices. They were back in the café. She was kneeling on the ground, one hand clutching her bloodied arm while breaths came swift and heavy. She blinked a few times, trying to clear her thoughts. A moment or two of dead silence, followed by a shaky sigh. “So… so that was… a carnival, huh?”

Omega Ω (DM)

Nikolas' eyes snapped open, horror stuck within them yet as he looked around- ...it was the cafe. His heart rate coming down, he glanced about his body, trembling horribly but... he was alive. Looking out the window he didn't see the tent where it once stood. Not so much as a hole from the fence posts. The fog had lifted. Silently he looked around at the others, wondering if it was in his head. It couldn't have been. "A... Are you... are you guys alright..?"

Europa & Cassius (DM)

Europa sat up with a sudden gasp, hyperventilating. She looked around wildly, hands flying to her legs, her torso, her forearms. "N...No- Ibsi'tu!" She screamed, before bolting away. And that was the last of EJ before she was up the stairs to find a place to hide from the world.

Samantha Giddings (DM)

"That was /hell/. I'm gonna scope out the place next time on yelp." She touched the burn on her arm. "We all need first aid?"

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