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2jaeh · 3 years

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Bubble ♡︎ | Na Jaemin

Genre : Fluff humor

You’re subscribed to Jaemins bubble, excited just like every other fan to recieve his message for today until his new messages don’t seem like the others.....

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“What’s taking so long ?” You stared blankly at the LYSN* app while stretching your legs onto your leather couch.

You switched over to the Twitter app and scrolled through your timeline, briefly reading through whatever was the latest topic on nctzen Twitter. One tweet caught your attention which made you chuckle out loud

Nananotifs: “I’m pretty sure Haechan finally threw Jaemin’s phone out of the dorm window bc.......”

All Nanadoongies gathered on Twitter to complain about the absence of Jaemin especially since he was the only one who hadnt reposted Chenle’s beloved pup Daegal.

You sighed and switched back to the LYSN app and noticed you were able to send one more message to Jaemin before the app blocks you off until he sends a new message.

Y/n: nana I miss you please say something

JAEMIN: y/n did you eat today ? I’ve missed you!

Your eyes widened at the immediate message you received from your ult. Was is coincidental ? Ofcourse it was, they don’t get notifications from fan messages do they ?

You immediately switched over to Twitter already seeing the bubble update account sharing Jaemins new message along with the entire timeline screaming over his activity.

~boominana: “how dare he act so normal I’m gonna cry !!!!”

~jaeminjenos: “post a selfie Jaemin don’t be shy”

~dreamies023: “he’s probably busy guys let him post when he wants to”

The last account was right. Jaemin was probably so busy. It was nice that he still found time out of his schedule to message nctzens and that’s what you loved most about him.

Y/n: Jaemin you’re stressing everyone out on Twitter lol let us know you’re doing ok we love you !

JAEMIN: am I ? :/

Was it a delayed message ? You shook your head and decided it was probably just another glitch on the app.

Y/n: yes stop ghosting us !

JAEMIN: ghosting ? ㅋㅋㅋ so dramatic

You froze. There was absolutely no way that from the tons of messages he would be recieving right now that yours would be the one he read and responded to.

The interaction made your heart race and quickly switch over to Twitter, it was probably chaos right now wondering what Jaemins messages could mean.

Silence.

Everyone on the timeline moved on from Jaemins first message and there were no updates on the messages you had just received from him.

PING!

JAEMIN: y/n ~ are you not going to answer me ? How am I ghosting you :(

This could not be real. You felt a lump in your throat as you checked over your other bubble subscriptions which all seemed fine except for his. You had no idea how to feel or what to do.

Y/N: this is weird. Send me a selfie so I know you’re actually replying to me and not a bot -_-

About 15 minutes went by and you stared at the open chat. He had read your message but there was no reply.

“Humh it was a bot after all” you huffed, about to close the app when your phone pinged and you saw Jaemins name pop up.

A voice note.

“Hey y/n, I hope I’m saying your name correctly hehe So long story short I think the chat glitched and your name and profile pic added itself to my own bubble. Weird right ? Mark Hyung told me I should send a voice note because it will make you believe me a bit more and .....well we would know if you posted on Twitter which CANNOT happen hahaha you understand right ?”

What was happening right now.

You pinched yourself to make sure you didn’t accidentally fall asleep on the couch and start having a very eerie realistic dream.

JAEMIN: I know you’re shocked rn but I really enjoy reading your replies haha it was the best part of my day and well I couldn’t help myself today. I wanted to tease you lol

Y/N: wait so how long has this “glitch” happened for ?

JAEMIN: hmmm....about a month now I think...after you renewed your account I think hehe

Y/N: what ??? Omg I’m so embarrassed......

JAEMIN: there’s nothing to be embarrassed about trust me. I’ve read everything czennies have sent me haha I find it amusing.

You exhaled deeply and scrolled through some of the messages you have sent him during this month and thankfully none of them were cringeworthy.

Y/N: so...now what? Should I speak to app support and fix this....unsubscribe or something....

JAEMIN: LOL youre really funny. Imagine finding out you can speak to someone from your fav idol group and you want to call tech support ...LOL so funny Mark Hyung is laughing

You felt your cheeks heat up at the image of Na Jaemin and Mark Lee laughing at your messages.

JAEMIN: please don’t be embarrassed y/n ! I only did this bc well I have your profile now and you’re really cute.

This was NOT happening.

Y/N: Uh......

JAEMIN: what do you have a boyfriend ? ....

Y/N: no I don’t I’m just....it’s nothing never mind

JAEMIN: LOL so cute! So do you have Kakao ?

Y/N: you want my number ? Why ? .....

JAEMIN: to talk to you obviously! What if they fix the glitch and I’ll never be able to talk to you again..

Jaemin wanted to talk to you. He was trusting you wholeheartedly to add him on his private account. Did he have an idea of the kind of person you were ? How could he possibly risk his career to a nobody ?

Y/N: I do have kakao it’s YN_0023.... Jaemin I won’t say anything but are you sure this is okay ?

JAEMIN: yeah I’ll video call you and we can talk about it ...adding you now. Clear this chat after you get my text!

VIDEOCHAT ?

Is he absolutely insane ? Maybe the voice note was fabricated. Maybe this was some weirdo trying to prey on innocent fangirls. Maybe -

Nana00: heyyyyyyyyy :)

Y/n: hi Uhm is this ...Jaemin ...

Nana00: yup (inserts a pic with your username on a sheet of paper)

Y/n: holy shiiiiit

By now you were already pacing across your entire apartment trying to come to terms with what was going on in your life right now. It became a force of habit to constantly check Twitter and make sure by chance somebody mentioned a glitch of some sort or SM announcing that the app is under construction or SOMETHING.

‘This couldn’t be real’ you thought.

Nana00: lol you’re so funny so are you free to video call ?

Y/n: Uhm......are you sure that’s a good idea ?

Nana00: yeah I mean firstly I would like to know you’re real too lol and also I want to know if I can trust you with this information.....it’ll be quick I promise

Y/n: well....okay give me 10minutes please

Nana00: lol sure :)

After scrambling to your bathroom to make yourself a little presentable as if you just won a video call event for your ult, you finally set on a laidback look so it doesn’t look too obvious that you put a little effort in.

You decided to prop your phone on the mini tripod on your desk so the lighting from your bedroom window in front of you bounced off your skin perfectly.

Y/n: okay I’m ready. I’m a little shy so.....sorry if I can’t talk much...

Nana00: you don’t sound shy when you talk about me on bubble hehe ;)

You buried your face in your hands and groaned. The embarrassment was still eating at you and Jaemin was not letting you live those messages down.

Ring Ring Ring......

You saw your phone light up and Jaemins kakao profile picture fill your screen.

With a shaky finger you press the recieve button and watch as the pixelated video start to clear up, presenting a very smiley Na Jaemin.

“Hi there” he said in his high voice and a bright smile on his face. He seemed to be sitting at his desk as well, hair still wet from either a rainy day or a shower.

“Uhm hi” you replied shyly and waved awkwardly.

“So this is the face behind the bubble profile huh”

“I guess so” you replied. It seemed as though you were calm and collected but on the inside you were screaming. Screaming that you were conversing with one of your favourite people right now.

“Good! Sorry to ask this again but did you clear the chat on bubble ? We have to be careful with that” he said in a concerned voice.

“Yeah I did after you sent the pic I finally realized it was definitely you so I went ahead and did it” you quickly said, kinda embarrassed by how fast your words came out.

Jaemin chuckled.

“You still doubted me after the voice note?”

“Just a little”

“You’re so adorable it’s ridiculous you know that ?” He gleamed and neared the screen, his deep brown eyes focusing on yours “ where are you from y/n?”

“Well I live in a lot of places but my hometown is _______. I learnt most of my korean while studying here in Osaka weird enough” you shrugged.

You moved to Japan for your first year of university since it was where you sort of grew up as a kid and took up extra korean classes once settled in the city.

“Osaka ?? Wow I love Japan I can’t wait to go back! Well now I kinda have an excuse to go” he winked sending your heart into a frenzy.

You giggled shyly “is this the fan service everybody talks about ?

“Fan service is a job....this is different I’m sure you know that y/n haha”

“All of this because of my profile picture ?”

“Well” Jaemin bit down on his lip as his eyebrows turned into a frown

“I obviously saw your pic and thought you were very cute but a big part of it was your messages and how you would always message me when I most needed it.”

“My messages are very random” you chuckled.

“Still made me smile throughout my day and that means a lot” he said and ran his fingers through his hair “so it’s kinda selfish of me to say, but id like for you to update me...personally”

“Na Jaemin are you asking me to be your own personal bubble account ?” You raised your eyebrow.

“Yeah pretty much” he shrugged “I’ll repay the subscription when I see you Osaka.”

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ghstandpucks · 3 years

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Toe Pick ~ Jeff Skinner

Hello! Sorry I have kinda been MIA, I’ve had a lot going on personally lately. This idea came to my head though and I could not pass up writing it! I just love the fact that Jeff was a figure skater lol I hope you are all doing well and staying safe and healthy! Enjoy!

Summary: Being partnered with Jeff as a pairs team caused you both to rely on each other at an early age. When life’s ‘toe picks’ come along though, your friendship was tested. And when a toe pick later on throws you back into each others lives, will it be the same?

Warnings: None, just fluff!

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The toe pick at the front of a figure skater’s blade can either create phenomenal moments in a routine, or can bring a skater down. The sharp points can do some damage, but also give the ability to fly when tapped correctly into the ice. You can often hear figure skaters talk about toe picks, and for two kids in particular, saying “toe pick” when they stumbled became a game. On and off the ice, the two were inseparable. That was, until a ‘toe pick’ in life took them away from one another.

Past ~ 2000

Eight-year-old Jeff Skinner was working on his flying camel, waiting for his coach to get on the ice and start his lesson. It wasn’t just any lesson today though. He was scheduled to meet a new girl who just joined the skating club, one that his coach thought would pair with him perfectly for a pair skating event. Jeff wasn’t so sure about skating with a partner at first, but then after watching a senior skating pair perform, he changed his mind. The throws and different spins that could be done with a skating partner interested him, so he let his coach talk him into it.

He had been told that the new girl had just moved to the area. You were also a single skater with promising talent and a year younger than Jeff. His coach had watched you try out for their skating club, and asked if you would be interested in pairs skating as your showman-like style was almost uncannily the same as Jeff’s. You smiled and nodded, just excited to be accepted into the prestigious club.

As Jeff stopped what he was doing to look at the clock on the wall, he felt someone run into his back. “Sorry! Toe pick,” a giggle came from behind him. He turned and saw a girl about his age, grinning with a missing tooth off to the side. Jeff laughed to himself.

“It’s fine. Are you okay?” he asked. He had never seen you before, and started to think you may be who he was being partnered up with.

“I’m fine! I’m Y/N. I just moved here,” you introduced yourself. Jeff smiled, a toothy grin that matched yours.

“I’m Jeff. Are you skating pairs?” he asked, and you nodded.

“I was singles, but they asked me to switch when I tried out. I don’t know who I’m partnered with though,” you admitted.

“I think you might be my new partner…” was all Jeff was able to say before his coach skated over to the two of you.

“Jeff, I see you’ve already met Y/N. I think you two will get along great. If you’re both warmed up, why don’t we get started with the basics,” Ms. Seale said, and the two young skaters nodded. The next hour was spent learning how to stand and skate in perfect unison, the two kids fitting each other’s speed and style flawlessly, almost as if they were meant to be paired up.

Three years later, you and Jeff were still skating pairs and about to enter your first junior’s national competition. After taking the ice for your groups warm up, the two of you waited off to the side with your coach running back and forth to see where the order of skaters was at. “Don’t drop me,” you leaned into Jeff as you always did before a performance.

“You trust me?” he grinned at you, holding out his pinky.

“Always,” you smiled back, wrapping your pinky around his. Pinky promises became a thing for the two of you when you first started learning lifts. You were nervous, and Jeff promised that he would never drop you. He had always kept that promise, even going as far as breaking your fall with his own body just to keep your trust. Your coach came to get you a few minutes later, and grabbing your hand Jeff led you out onto the ice. You took silver at that competition, the names Jeff Skinner and Y/N Y/L/N becoming known in the competition circuit.

Two years after that, when Jeff was 13 and you were 12, Jeff hurt himself while doing a double axel. The two of you had just won junior nationals and were working on senior level moves. His injury caused you to pull out of an upcoming competition, the both of you devastated. “I’m really sorry Y/N,” Jeff said one evening as the two of you were doing homework together. Being skating partners had drawn the two of you close together on and off the ice. You trusted Jeff with your life, and may have formed a small crush on him over the years.

“It’s okay J. It’s just a toe pick in the plan. You’ll heal and we’ll be back out there before you know it,” you tried to reassure him.

“What if I don’t though?” he asked, worried this injury could be more serious than either of you were thinking.

“Hey, do you trust me?” you asked, holding your pinky out toward him. He grinned and this time wrapped his pinky around yours.

“Always.”

Unfortunately, the injury Jeff sustained took a while to heal. It also caused him to choose between hockey and figure skating. Jeff didn’t want to give up on you, but he also wanted to pursue hockey. You smiled when he told you and supported him the best you could, even though you went home that day and cried your eyes out. How were you supposed to find a new partner? You and Jeff had been skating together for five years at that point, you didn’t want to start over with someone else. You tried though, and eventually found a partner that was compatible enough to compete with. Jeff would ask you how things were going when you saw each other, and you would always lie, saying things were great when really you couldn’t stand your new partner.

Though the two of you stayed friends for a while, you always going to Jeff’s hockey games and him coming to open skate and competitions for you, you eventually drifted apart when Jeff graduated high school. You couldn’t help but feel like when Jeff traded in his toe picks for hockey skates, he traded you in as well. A few years later you closed the door on your skating career after a particularly bad injury, and the memories were all that was left of the toothless grinning boy you had first met on the ice that one day way back when.

Present Day

Take the job in Buffalo they said, you muttered to yourself as once again your socks were all wet from not wearing the proper foot wear and stepping in a puddle on the way to the rink. It had been years since you skated competitively, now being 27. When you graduated high school, you went to college and earned a degree in media, sticking with sports. You mainly stuck around the figure skating circuit, also finding a job as a coach to put yourself through college. A month ago, a job was offered to you at a local news station in Buffalo as their sports reporter, and you jumped at the opportunity.

When you arrived at the rink, you changed into your tights and leggings. Skating always destressed you, and after settling in to your new place and trying to learn the ropes of the station, you needed some time to unwind. Only a few people were skating, the rink being otherwise deserted as the weather outside wasn’t the kindest at the moment.

Stepping out onto the ice, a relaxed smile spread across your face. You mindlessly curved on your edges, letting muscle memory take over. Ever so briefly did you let your eyes close, basking in the chill of the air and the sounds of your blades carving through the ice. A moment later though, you were pulled out of your head as your blade caught a particularly deep rivet in the ice, causing you to trip forward on your toe pick. With a squeak you were almost ashamed of leaving your mouth, you fell into the back of a stranger. “Oh my God, I am so so sorry! I caught my toe pick and…” you trailed off as the stranger turned around.

“Toe picks can be nasty, no worries,” he smiled at you, then stopped himself. It would have been the perfect romcom meet-cute, if the two of you hadn’t recognized each other in an instant. “Y/N?” Jeff asked, not entirely believing you were this beautiful woman who just collided with him.

“J,” you whispered, shocked as well. “What are you doing here?”

“I play for Buffalo?” he said, smiling but unsure at the moment. You were honestly the last person he expected to see that morning. Your face went red out of embarrassment. Of course you had followed his career; you knew he was in Buffalo but in the haste of your move you forgot.

“I knew that,” you mumbled out, and blushed at his chuckle. Why was it after all these years, you could feel your crush resurfacing the second he smiled at you?

“I’m more curious as to why you’re here?” he asked, leaning on his hockey stick.

“Just moved actually. I’m a sports reporter now for the local Buffalo news,” you smiled at him and Jeff grinned.

“No shit!” he exclaimed, pulling you into a hug. You gladly wrapped your arms around him, feeling at home for once in this new city.

A week had passed and you had talked to Jeff every day of it. What started out as a “How are you settling in?” text, turned into constant messages, a quick phone call, and even a facetime when he was on the road that weekend, with plans made for coffee the following week when he was back.

That coffee turned into lunch, which turned into Jeff taking you around to a few places and now the two of you were at dinner, having spent the whole day together. The two of you were catching up, and easily fell into your younger selves where physical contact wasn’t a big deal because you were constantly holding hands on the ice. It was as if the years had never passed, and you realized your feelings for Jeff had never truly gone away. He would smile at you, and just like that you were seven years old again running into him your first day at the rink. “Are you working Friday night?” Jeff asked as he drove you home that evening.

“No, I’m off actually. Why?” you asked. Jeff cleared his throat, seeming a little nervous about what he was going to say next.

“Would you want to come to my game? I can get you a ticket,” he said, glancing at you quickly. You smiled and nodded.

“I would love to!” you said, a little too enthusiastically but it made Jeff visibly relax. “You don’t have to get me a ticket though. I can buy one.”

“No. It’s the first pro game of mine that you’ll be at, I’m getting you a ticket,” he stated, then added, “Don’t argue with me,” as you opened your mouth to do so.

“Thank you,” was all you said with a giggle. Jeff smiled as you both fell back into an easy conversation.

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Friday came and you were being shown to your seat at the arena by an attendant. You thanked him and sat down, waiting for the Sabres to take the ice. Looking around, you twiddled your thumbs at being right up against the glass. What did Jeff do to get you this seat? Before you could second guess coming though, the team took the ice and you immediately found your old skating partner. A few minutes later he locked eyes with you and skated over with a big grin. He tugged on his jersey and pointed at you as you smiled back at him. You had bought a Sabres’ jersey for the occasion, Jeff spotting the 53. Nodding, you turned around slightly to show him the “Skinner” across the back. If Jeff’s grin could get any larger, it would have split his face. Seeing you there at his game, in his jersey, after all these years brought back all the feelings of being young with you; leaning on you; putting his whole trust in you. The Sabres may be his current teammates, but you would always be his first teammate; his first crush; his first love.

The game was a tough one, the Sabres barely pulling out a win. You were so relieved when the final buzzard sounded. Jeff had asked you to meet him outside the locker room earlier that day, so you made your way there. Standing off to the side, you watched some of the guys spill out to their loved ones, smiling at how familiar it all felt. You remembered in high school when you used to wait for Jeff after his games with his parents.

A couple minutes later you spotted the slightly curly hair of the man you had grown up with. He grinned as he spotted you, and lifted you into a big bear hug once he got to you. “Congrats J! Good game,” you said into his neck before he set you down.

“I’m so glad you came,” he said softly, and you blushed under his gaze. “I’m glad you moved here,” he whispered.

“Me too,” you said under your breath. Jeff was about to say something when your moment was interrupted.

“You must be the old figure skating partner Jeff won’t shut up about,” the Sabres’ captain Jack Eichel patted Jeff’s shoulder and extended his hand to you.

“That would be me. Hope it was positive,” you tried to hide your nerves with a joke. Jeff rolled his eyes.

“Trust me?” he held out his pinky to you like he would when you were younger.

“Always,” you responded automatically as Jack looked on amused.

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After that evening, you went to all of Jeff’s home games that you could. The two of you were also together all the time, practically spending every free moment with each other. Two months later you were curled up into Jeff as you watched a movie at his apartment. You weren’t together, but it was obvious to everyone around you that the feelings were there. Since you were used to being physically close to him, many thought you were already together. The both of you would awkwardly laugh those comments off.

As the movie credits rolled, you sat up and looked at the time, realizing you should probably get home as it was almost midnight. You started to unwrap yourself from the blanket on top of you when Jeff spoke up. “Don’t go,” he whispered.

“It’s late J,” you laughed lowly.

“Exactly. Stay,” he smiled softly, but had a serious look in his eyes. “I hate saying goodbye to you.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you smiled, slightly confused by what he said. Jeff shook his head and sat up.

“That’s not entirely what I meant,” he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand as you took his other hand in yours.

“Then how did you mean it?” you asked, keeping your eyes on his. Jeff sucked in his lips, looking at you thoughtfully.

“I’ve always felt bad for choosing hockey over you; over being your partner. I felt terrible when you got hurt and I wasn’t around to stop it from happening. When we lost touch, there wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think of reaching out to you, but didn’t cause I was worried it was too late. And now you’re here, and back in my life and I don’t want to make those same mistakes all over again,” he said. You squeezed his hand.

“I hope you know I don’t blame you for any of that Jeff. You had to do what was best for you, and I’m so proud of you. Life just dealt us some…”

“Toe picks?” he interjected causing you to laugh.

“Yeah, some toe picks,” you said softly. The two of you sat in comfortable silence, letting his words sink in. “I don’t want to lose you again either,” you whispered, and Jeff sent you a smile that made your heart flutter. Slowly, you both leaned in closer to each other, your lips finally meeting. It was everything you ever thought kissing Jeff would be like, and so much more. As you separated, you both had the largest smiles on your faces. Slowly, Jeff stood up and pulled you along with him.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, sweeping a piece of hair behind your ear. This time you knew Jeff wasn’t teasing when he said those words, he wasn’t just asking because you were worried about him dropping you, but asking because your relationship was about to dive into uncharted territory, and he knew that it would change everything. Though, then maybe it wouldn’t. Being “together” was simple because you had skated together for so long.

Taking his hand, you nodded. “Always,” you said, meaning it with every fiber of your being. Jeff smiled that brilliant, infectious smile at you, and led you to down the hall to his room. That night you both fell asleep tangle up with each other, and completely in love with this figure skating boy turned hockey player that you had known for what felt like eternity.

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prose-for-hire · 3 years

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Gingerbread Zombies

[Another very late 12 Days of Christmas fic]

Pairing: Giles x reader

Request: 47-“You made gingerbread zombies?” With Giles x reader 🖤💜 It just sparked me as something he’d say lol

Requested by: @shy-ginger-in-the-graveyard - sorry about the wait love 💖

A/N: it’s not so Christmas-y, but it’s set leading up to Christmas so i hope that’s okay! I thought this was nice to write so I hope you enjoy !!

You loved Giles. He was so gentle with you, you felt like the only person in his world.

Sometimes you worried that he didn’t feel the same from you. You weren’t as good at expressing your feelings as he was now he was comfortable with you. You tried, honest you did, but sometimes it appeared a little flat compared to the way he laid such adoration upon you.

It was Christmastime and you had both decorated your home together. The fire was crackling and the glow around the room was cosy and made you smile. He had brought down blankets, wrapping you both in them as you played some of his music on the record player.

You nestled into him, his arms wrapping further around you as he whispered hushed affections into your ears. You grinned, almost blushing at the way he spoke.

You didn’t have the right words to express your feelings, although they were of course the same as he had just whispered. He knew this, he understood intrinsically that you loved him. He saw it in the things you did for him everyday. The way you thought of him above all else when there was a threat. The way you sought to protect him and be by his side in any fight no matter the consequences.

Your subconscious actions spoke louder than your words. And he knew this about you, loved it about you. He didn’t feel any less loved. You exchanged I love yous, you were not strangers to physical affection.

But you still worried nonetheless. That he deserved the care the way he gave it. You broached your worry the only way you knew how. By playing it over and over in your mind rather than discussing it with him.

As you sat there, cuddling into him you closed your eyes slowly. He moved to massage small circles into your scalp absentmindedly. It was in the way he knew comforted you. He adored the way you nestled into him further whenever he did this.

You made a plan while you held your arms around him, that this Christmas you would show him just how much you loved him. So, you did. The days leading up to Christmas Giles was out a lot at work and you had the house to yourself. You worked from home and occasionally helped at the Magic Box so this was a common occurrence.

Seeing as it was leading up to Christmas, you decided against your better judgement to bake. You thought when he arrived home he could sit back, relax and you could treat him. The way he always did for you.

You were going to make gingerbread. It was going to smell great, so when he walked in it would smell like Christmas. It was going to taste amazing and he was going to feel very, very loved.

That was the theory.

In practice, unfortunately, you hit a few snags along the way. Namely, the fact that you weren’t what they would call an experienced baker. You had been distracted by a Christmas showing on the television and had walked into another room and forgotten to set your timer correctly.

The result was pandemonium. You were shouting and throwing things as you started to smell burning. You rushed into the kitchen, opening the oven as smoke poured out. You grabbed the tray, noting some appeared salvageable as you had to drop them from a bit of a height because you started to feel the heat through the glove.

You swung around upon hearing him clear his throat, almost knocking over the tea pot you had brewing some tea. You hid your oven gloves behind your back and looked at him in horror that he had caught you at this particular step of the method.

“Uh, surprise!” You said, waving the smoke away and smiling in a way that looked a little forced.

“What is this?” He asked, he had offered to cook for Christmas seeing as you weren’t always paying as much attention as you perhaps should when you were cooking like this. He found it sweet.

But nevertheless he had hoped you had learned your lesson after last time when the oven gloves had caught fire. It appeared you had wanted to try again which was his annual reminder to check all of the smoke alarms.

“You’re always doing such kind things for me and they’re, uh, festive…” You tailed off, you realised this was probably the worst idea you had come up with. Gingerbread doesn’t scream I love you the way, say, writing a poem might.

“The way you wished to show me this, ah, kindness, was through making… what exactly are these?” Giles frowned squinting at the tray of half blackened blobs. He took his glasses off and cleaned them of the steam.

“Gingerbread zombies” You explained quickly.

“You made gingerbread zombies?”

“It’s Sunnydale, it had to be realistic” You grinned but he wasn’t entirely convinced, “Okay, they were supposed to be men but I think I put too much flour in there and they sort of exploded” you did a little action with your hands to demonstrate this before looking a little sheepish.

“I am sure they will taste wonderful” He said, not wanting to hurt your feelings.

“Would you like some tea? I brewed it specially” You smiled, a little embarrassed at how you were almost gushing. You wanted something normal, something domestic and you knew he did too. There had been too much heartache and trauma at the hands of demons recently.

“Perfect” He smiled, “You are aware that I don’t expect you to do this, we are equals. It is not required of you to-”

“Shh, don’t be silly. I want to treat you and perhaps later tonight… you can return the favour” You said with a little wink, wrapping your arms around his middle before landing a soft kiss to his lips. He laughed at this. You then gestured for him to sit, relax.

You began to pour out the tea. You put your gingerbread zombies onto a platter and arranged them nicely before presenting them to him with a little smile.

He shook his head slightly at you, enjoying your demeanour as you presented him with the goods. You then took your own and sat on a chair that was opposite him in the room.

He took a bite and almost cracked a tooth. He looked at you and grimaced, “Ah, they are-” he faltered trying to chew and swallow quickly, “They’re-”

“Horrible. They’re horrible!” You said spitting yours back out and scowling at the platter. He laughed, a low, throaty chuckle and made that face he usually would when he had been caught out. There was a little raise of his eyebrows as he looked down. He hadn’t wished to disappoint you. But you kept him honest, and he loved that about you.

You just sipped on your drink after that and he smiled at you. He waited a moment or two before broaching the subject. One that had been on his mind for a while.

“What was the, ah, reason for this? The real reason, the one you have been hiding from me for about a week”

You laughed shakily at how badly you had been hiding your feelings. He could always tell instantly that you were debating something. Warring within your own mind. He was so in tune to your emotions and you wished, as you always did, that you had just spoken to him about it.

“I just wanted to, you know…” You looked at him as if it were obvious. As if he could read your thoughts at a mere glance. Sometimes he could, sometimes it was evident what you were worrying about. But your relationship was so strong and you both had it so good that he hadn’t realised that you were scared that he didn’t know how you felt, “…Show you that you mean a lot to me. You say all these beautiful words and I can’t begin to express my feelings in the same way. I just wanted you to know that I felt the same way, that I am completely and inconceivably in love with you”

He gazed upon you, his head resting back against the head rest. You drank from your cup watching him as he sorted through your confession. Your ideas were unfounded to him, he never had a single doubt in his mind that you loved him.

“I have always known this, my love. You don’t ever have anything to prove when you are here with me.”

His expression was so soft you could cry. He made you feel so much. Your heart was full when he was around. So full it threatened to overflow with love at any moment.

You moved out of your seat and, with some tears in your eyes that you pretended weren’t there, sat beside him on the sofa and embraced him. You hid your face in his chest as he leaned forward to set his cup down before rubbing your back soothingly.

He loved you and he was happy to eat as many gingerbread zombies that you needed to make so long as it made you feel as if you were showing your love. The truth of the matter was that he had never been so sure of something in his life.

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Can I request head-cannons for Dabi, Shigaraki and Overhaul when their Darling escapes and ends up at an old friends house? Like the friend and the Darling had feelings for each other but never new until now and the Yandere finds them kissing? Idk lol just an idea. Sorry for wasting your time.

i found this idea so interesting that i went ahead and wrote mini scenarios for it!! yall get to watch shin suffer three different times LMAOO

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TW: for death, torture, mutilation

Shigaraki:

Comfort and security have been rare in your life for the past few hellish months. Even now, as you sit with a blanket wrapped around your shivering frame; you can’t relish in your small victory over Shigaraki. It’s only been a matter of hours since you managed to escape him, and you can only imagine how desperately he’s searching.

“[First], are you sure we shouldn’t go to the police?” Shin eyes you with concern, his lips frowning at your shivering form. Shaking your head, you take a sip of the tea he had given you earlier. The bitter flavor brings you no comfort, but the scorching warmth steels you in reality.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry, I really don’t know,” you murmur to your friend, who takes a seat next to you on the couch. “I just need to… I need to get a hold of myself first. I can’t think straight.”

Shin offers a reassuring smile, his hand reaching out. You flinch slightly as he places it on top of your free hand, being mindful of your fearful form. The pad of his thumb soothingly rubs circles into your skin, temporarily taking your mind off everything.

“I was surprised when you came to me,” Shin confesses, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m sorry if I’m being out of line. I’m just glad you thought of me. That you know that you can rely on me.”

Your breath hitches, and you look away from his face. The blush lining his cheeks says it all; but you’re unsure of what to do with it. Before Shigaraki had come into your life, Shin had been someone you adored wholeheartedly. His charisma and friendliness attracted you, he was someone that was always so well put together.

“T-thank you again for helping me.”

All you’re able to offer is your genuine gratitude. At this, Shin shifts in his seat.

“Of course,” Shin graciously accepts your words, moving closer to you. Your eyes widen when soft fingers delicately touch your chin, prompting you to look at him. “I would do anything for you.”

“Shin–”

His lips softly press against your own, muffling the squeak you let out. Apart of you feels uncertain of what to make of this, but the other part doesn’t care anymore. Why should you deny yourself any comfort you could get after the nightmares you’ve endured?

Fluttering your eyes shut, you shyly return the affection being bestowed upon you. For a few blissful seconds, your mind is relieved of your previous woes.

That is, until you hear a crumbling noise in the direction of Shin’s apartment entrance.

Pulling back at the alarming noise, Shin furrows his eyebrows at a figure that makes your blood freeze.

“Hey, who the fuck do you think you are?” Shin goes to stand from his position next to you, only for you to put your arm out in front of him. Bloodshot eyes look from your form to Shin’s, Shigaraki’s form hunched over. You hear his labored breathing, as he stalks towards the couch with a sense of urgency.

At this point, a part of you knows there’s nothing you can say to convince Shigaraki to stop what he’s doing, but it’s not enough to stop you from trying.

“Shigaraki, please, don’t do anything–!”

It’s too late.

His hand extends out towards Shin’s, wrapping viciously around the young male’s neck. Before Shin could even let out a scream at the sensation of being chocked, his skin turns an inhumanly gray pigment. Shrieking in horror, you spring up from your position as Shin’s body turns to a pile of dust.

“N-no…” your voice is weak, eyes blurred by tears.

Shigaraki turns his head towards you, pupils dilated and chest heaving. He watches as you press your knees to your chest, bottom lip quivering from anxiety.

“Come,” Shigaraki beckons, voice devoid of any humanity. “I’m tired of this little side quest.”

Dabi:

“Got room for one more?”

The intrusive, lighthearted words are accompanied by a grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Dabi begins snickering as you instinctively pull back from Shin, eyes wide as saucers. Shin grimaces in disgust at Dabi, immediately putting two and two together.

“So you must be the fucker who’s been harasser her,” Shin growls, reaching into his pocket to reveal a switchblade. “Get the fuck out, or I’ll call the police.”

The small blade gleams threateningly, pointed in an accusatory stance towards Dabi. Dabi’s hands remain in his pockets, not even so much as blinking at the threat presented before him. He all but ignores it, preferring to look over at your shaking form.

“You gave me quite a shock, doll. I didn’t think you had it in you,” Dabi tilts his head, voice lowering with intent. “But enough’s enough. Come right over here princess, and I’ll give some thought to forgiving you.”

After the time you’ve spent with Dabi, you’ve been able to pick up on the subtlest of nuances in his body language. To the untrained eye somewhat might mistake Dabi’s disposition for carefree, but you know better. He’s toying with you purposefully – there’s a concealed fury in his eyes from your string of betrayals.

His patience with you is gone.

“A-alright,” you pathetically concede, eyes stinging with tears. On unsteady legs you stand up, earning a look of confusion from Shin. “I’ll do what you say. But please don’t hurt him. I-I dragged him into this, he has nothing to do with it.”

The pleading tone doesn’t garner a strong reaction, Dabi instead shrugging his shoulders at your heartfelt request.

He waves off your feeble concern, “Sorry to say sweetheart, but you’re in no position to be making demands of me.”

“I’ve heard enough of this!” Shin abruptly stands up, firmly steeling himself next to you. Dabi’s eyes follow his every movement carefully, undoubtedly assessing if you’ll get caught up in a blast of fire from his quirk. In a protective reflex, you fling yourself in front of Shin; arms reaching out on each side.

Dabi clicks his tongue at your interference. “What a bad girl you’ve been.”

With that, he suddenly charges forward, your eyes barely processing the events unfolding in front of you. Dabi moves to your left abruptly, causing you to swirl on your heels. Before Shin has the chance to plunge his knife forward, Dabi’s hands grab Shin’s shoulder and wrist respectively.

A sickening snap reverberates in the air, accompanied by a hellish scream of pain. What is most likely to be Shin’s ulna erupts from the skin of his forearm, blood gushing out alongside it. Shin drops to the ground, clutching his mutilated arm while tears leave his eyes.

A string of curses leave his lips, but Dabi responds by kicking him onto his back. Jaw agape, you lunge forward to assist your friend; only for Dabi’s hand to grip harshly onto your wrist. Hissing at the pressure, you twist your wrist around in hopes of freeing yourself. The movement only serves to bring you greater pain, so you stop momentarily.

Shin’s cries continue on in the background as Dabi forcefully shoots you a chilling smile. The hand that isn’t holding yours flickers with blue flames, revealing Dabi’s malicious intentions.

“I didn’t realize you’d be so eager to watch. Let’s see, what part of him should I break next? If you tell me, I’ll put ‘im out of his misery faster,” Dabi offers, making certain you had a front seat to the events that were about to unfold. “Probably, that is.”

Overhaul:

“Please stop! This isn’t right, he has nothing to do with this!”

Cold amber eyes glare through your soul, showing no sign of softening with compassion at your incessant begging. Kai’s lifeless gaze moves from you to your struggling companion, who currently has his arms twisted behind his back by Kurono.

“What should we do with him, boss?”

“If I recall correctly,” Kai begins, stepping forward to minimize the distance between himself and Shin. “One of our subjects recently passed from the stress of testing. This one will serve as a replacement.”

“Go… to hell, you... monster,” Shin wheezes out, struggling to lift his bruised face to meet Kai’s stony stare. “[First] will always hate you.”

The room goes silent, save for Shin’s labored breathing and your own rapidly beating heart. All the struggling in the world isn’t enough to remove you from Mimic’s tight grip, but it’s not enough to stop you from trying. The sudden emergence of the Shie Hassaikai was hell on earth, but one you were eventually expecting.

Kai had acted faster than you thought he would, finding you after your escape in only a few hours. With his expansive number of contacts and manpower all it took was a few phone calls and orders, and here they were.

Kai’s exchanged no words with you, ever since he and his subordinates walked in on Shin kissing you. You can’t begin to comprehend the volume of his vexation towards you, but whatever he’s feeling he’s keen on not showing it.

You wince at Shin’s words, realizing that the combination would make his fate even more painful than it would’ve been before. Kai suddenly holds one of his gloved hands up, in the direction a few other subordinates were standing.

“Knife.”

The order is simple and to the point, and a masked individual brings him the item he requests. With the glistening weapon in hand, Kai moves it closer to Shin’s face. Before you can even let out a scream, Kai begins to steadily move the sharp end of the knife against the skin of Shin’s lower lip.

A bloodcurdling shriek leaves him, as he desperately struggles against Kurono to no avail. Kurono moves a hand to steady his face, effectively allowing for Kai to continue with the task he had started. As Kai continues his cruel task of flaying the skin off Shin’s lips, all you can think to do is close your eyes and pray it’ll all be over soon.

There’s not much more you can take of this nightmare.

A few more excruciatingly slow seconds pass, before Kai moves back, scrunching his nose at a drop of blood that marred his white gloves.

“Filthy,” Kai murmurs underneath his breath, a frown set on his face. “Treat him before he goes into shock. I don’t want him dying anytime soon.”

For the first time in a while, Kai’s attention returns back to you. Noting the puffiness of your eyes, it’s difficult to mask the irritation he feels at your compassion for this cesspool of trash. He begins to walk towards the door, you being prompted to follow suit alongside the other members of the Shie Hassaikai.

“We’ll discuss your punishment in detail later.”

All you can do is nod, feeling numb to the world as you return back to your hell.

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Heya! I‘ve spent my morning reading through your website and low-key your blog here and wanted to say that the way you describe Loki feels so weirdly familiar? like him being your Mad Muse resonated in a way with my experience as an artist that is somewhat similar to yours which got me thinking. some ideas or concepts come seemingly out of nowhere and get stuck until i get them out and many of them are to do with the human condition but also gender and living the true self kinda? but more like these characters feel actually alive and thus not wanting me as an author or painter to control them but to observe and conserve these observations. it often feels like a swirling mass of chaos in my mind with me racing behind trying to grasp what i see/feel (its all really vague and words are more feelings of the essence of whats said.)

If i understand correctly You often make a distinction between chaos and his trickery (i am so sorry in advance for possible weird-wording things, or completely misunderstandig you >.< english is my 2nd language) and for me personally, i delight in chaos and trickery, though not in a hurting others way, more in a good hearted fun for the shits and giggles kind? but i love chaos in the way i love a symbol, since chaos for me means change in a rather radical way but without any judgement. Things change and get chaotic but chaos itself feels more like possibility?

I have a bonus Loki-Story for you: one time he (i assume) probably annoyed a busdriver with a red light and i caught my bus after asking any god willing to help me catch that bus (it was urgent lol). I was so out of breath but the second i could breathe properly again i asked who to thank for the red light and i kid you not, i drove by a wall with a graffiti that simply said: Loki. made me chuckle ugly but i gave him the best part of my steak never the less, gotta say thanks!

There have been several of these happenings with other gods (Thor and Odin mainly but i caught a whiff of freya once while baking i think?) so now im at the point where i feel i should finally listen. Though i know nothing about working with the gods or magic ive always felt a pull to runes and even got an engraving set to make some myself.

After reading your introduction about deity work i kinda confirmed what i thought regarding knowing the basics of magic (mainly i wont use runes or magic until i know how to do it safely with warding and shielding, which brings me to my question:

Do you have any open source or freely online available sources for learning the basics of magic and getting familiar with deity work? (possibly even for absolute total beginners who boarder on dumb - hello adhd) Like how to shield/ward yourself and your house and how to cleanse. Same with sharpening the clairsenses. It sounds kind of easy when reading but when i try to actually do that i feel helpless and dont know where to start or what to do :(

I often see these things stated (on your page and in the asks you answer but also on any site regarding these topics as well.Saw this also on sunnyway when tring to read up on runes) but never really explained in a way thats friendly for beginners, and when i try googling (i am chronically out of moneys so i guess that has to do with it) all that comes up is wicca related stuff that makes me feel icky (the norse gods are generally the only pantheon and norse religion mostly the only religion that doesnt feel icky to me but that might be my catholic upbringing? the norse gods feel so healingly friend-shaped that it spooked me for years but im staring to fall in love with that. i do get its not always like that but having a kind of mutually respectful relationship with the gods is kind of all i wanted when i grew up). Im also too new i guess to be able to discern between norse practicioners and white supremacists and dont want to end up on a nazi page and learning from them :/ (Here in germany i mostly saw nazis and white supremacists wearing norse symbols which i guess kept my spanish-libanese-migrant ass away from norse paganism for so long bc i thought theyre the only ones who practice it and i really do not like the fuckers)

Thank you in advance if you decide to answer this! (And i apologize for the sheer length of this ask!!)

Sorry this took me so long to get back! If I’m not mistaken, you’re basically asking how to move from “theory” to “practical application” with paganism, magic, and spirit/deity work.

I had to sit with this for a while because I couldn’t think of an easy answer to your question, and maybe an easy answer simply doesn’t exist. For me, everything I know and everything I believe in was built upon a combination of a few things:

Introducing myself to different branches of magical theory and trying different things, even stuff that wasn’t Norse.

Familiarizing myself with MANY different spiritual and religious practices; how they work, their ethos, their worldviews, their metaphysical philosophies, and how they differ from one another.

Finding a reputable community of actual advanced pagan practitioners who gave me the tools I needed to rely on myself and helped me troubleshoot specific things.

Identifying how my clairsenses and magical tendencies manifest and working them out like a muscle, using Tarot to help confirm or refute my interpretations of experiences.

Learning to trust myself and my judgements.

Learning what bad communities look like.

Learning what Nazi-coded language looks like.

Learning what healthy relationships look like.

Trying things and learning from both my mistakes and successes.

This stuff takes months to identify and years to cultivate, and honestly the only way to do figure it out is to expose yourself to it.

One resource I started with that IS free would be Oven-Ready Chaos by Phil Hine. This is a PDF you can google and download that introduces you to the basics of Chaos Magic. Even if you’re not a chaos magician, it provides some good metaphysical philosophies that can be applied to basically any eclectic practice. This book was also the first time magic was presented to me in a way that made a damn lick of sense.

But that’s all I really have for you, unfortunately. Someday I hope to write more about this process of magical/pagan development, but I’m not at the point where I know enough about it to do so.

#answered #Anonymous

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deltastorm101 · 3 years

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So, I tried to calculate Control...

... and its Epic Games deal, with the help of my certified smooth brain™ and probably incorrect sources. I started this last night hella tired and with a headache, I have finished it up today hella tired and with a headache, and this is what I produced: bullshit! :D But hey, at least double checked bullshit that’s open for discussion and contribution and expansion. Also, I probably won’t list the sources because a) I’m lazy and b) I didn’t have to dig thaaat deep down to find all this so if you really wanna know you could probably hit google with it as well. Anyhow here we go lol So, the initial thought which got all of this rolling was the 2020-wrap-up-post Remedy linked on their twitter, and Epic’s linked publishing announcement in it: studios Remedy, Playdead and GenDesign will release their next next-gen games with Epic. Now, we all know Remedy are working on some sort of Alan Wake-ish thing as we speak (right? right?? god I hope so), which meanssss our boy will most likely be an Epic exclusive. Which makes me kinda sad because, well. I’m deep in Steam’s ass. Hell, I waited for Control for a full year before I played it because they can pry the Steam version from my cold dead hands. So I asked myself... was it worth it for them? How much money did they throw at Remedy (and 505 Games) to have them play along? Would they have reached more people from the get-go if they had released it on Steam right away? Did the individual programmer, designer, writer, artist, person behind it profit from this at all? (Also, like, about the rights and copyright thing,,,,, you’d think they could have learned from Alan Wake and its IP belonging to Microsoft and so not really being able to do anything more with it because they don’t ‘own’ it and shit) buuut anyway that’s not the point of this post, now it’s time to do some MATH BABEY

Ok, let’s start with some things we know. Facts. Figures. Data. Turns out my initial question, how much money was involved, could be answered by doing one (1) google search: according to Wikipedia, Epic gave Remedy and 505 Games €9.49mio. The total budget for the game was €26.9mio over the course of 3 years of development. We know that as of December 2020, over 2mio copies of the game were sold, with November 2020 being the best-selling month ever since its initial release in August 2019. This is where question 1) comes into play: how many of those 2 million copies were sold in 2019 and how many in 2020? Stay tuned, I think I found out.

We know that Remedy gets to keep 45% of the revenue, which, I assumed, means that 505 keeps the remaining 55% (probably a lot more going on there but shhh). We know that Control’s sales cooked up €17.84mio in 2019 (so months September – December), €17.7mio of those in the first month alone (O.O). Side note: because it came out at the very end of August, I’ll ignore that month and declare September the first sales month.

We know that 60% of sales in 2019 were digital ones (aka Epic Store, mostly), 40% physical ones (consoles PS4 and XB1), while in 2020, only 10% of sales were physical and a whopping 90% digital; which is people on Epic who wanted to get their hands on the first DLC and – you guessed it – the Steam release of the Ultimate Edition in August 2020.

Which begs question 2): what’s bigger, 60% of 2019 sales because ‘ooh shiny new game’, or 90% of 2020 sales because ‘yay steam release’? The answer may look obvious, but you have to take into account the dropping price, which I also researched for your pleasure and enjoyment.

For this I used a German website called idealo.de, which focuses on looking for the best deals for basically anything you can buy on the internet, and it also gives you diagrams that describe at which point in time the product was at which exact price. This is what it gave me: - release price: €60 - December 2019: €41 (PS4)/€44 (XB1) - mid-2020: €30 - Ultimate Edition release: €30 - December 2020: €14 (PS4)/€18 (XB1)/€30 (Ultimate Editions) At this point I was like “lol hold on i need chocolate for this cuz i’ll be here for some time *sweating*”

To continue this mess™, I see more questions: 3) How many employees does Remedy have, which positions do they work in and what are their salaries? 4) How many employees does 505 have, which positions and salaries do they have? 5) What’s the total revenue that Control has generated so far?

And also some more stuff like, are my numbers accurate, am I even grasping these concepts correctly, are there even more people involved or am I just trying to explain complete crap (yes) but let’s just ignore all of that shall we. At that point I went “oh shit what have i gotten myself into, this screen does not get my point across, i need pen and paper” and you know shit is gonna go DOWN when I do math on paper.

My paper math birthed the following calculation:

Following this up, we can calculate the end-of-2019 sales, if we set the price for September and October to €60, for November and December to approx. €45:

Now, you might notice that one of those numbers is big and the other is HUGE. Why might that be? Well...

- Covid19: everyone stayed at home and needed video games to play - More sale months of the year, naturally - dropping price: why get it for €60 when you can get it for 20 - Ultimate Edition: why buy it in June when you get more content in August aaaand... - it comes out on Steam.

With this in mind, let’s see what questions we can answer: 1) 661,110 copies in 2019; 1,338,889 copies in 2020 2) 60% digital sales in 2019 means 396,666 Epic copies; 90% digital sales in 2020 means 1,205,000 copies – most of it from Steam? Some of it? A good chunk? The bigger chunk? There’s no way of really knowing for sure but... you could read this into it. I definitely am. 3) Google told me Remedy had a little over 250 employees at the end of 2019... 4) ... and 505 has less than 100. I found no good sources for this, I think linkedin said 37, someone else said 50. I’ll just use the 50 figure, idk. No idea man. and for 5) I’ll contradict my point that the Steam release is what knocked the sales out of the park and assume that the number of sold copies stayed the same across all 12 months of 2020, which gives us this:

Ok and now we’re getting into the most dangerous of danger zones because I have no idea how companies or capitalism work, so for educated people™, the remaining calculations might read like a toddler wrote them; I apologize profusely and hereby present last night’s brain vomit:

As stated earlier, development took 3 years, but everyone wanted to get paid in 2020 as well so let’s use 4 years to find out the salaries, which is 48 months. Let’s assume the utopian idea that every employee on the line here gets the exact same amount of money (LOL ikr but shhhh, let’s live out our dirtiest equality fantasies for a second ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)). Which would mean...

And now without the Epic Deal™:

Quod erat demonstrandum. Remedy has been selling their souls to Epic for €350 a month since 2017. (I don’t mean this as maliciously as I’m making it sound, don’t worry xD)

OKAY SO, O B V I O U S L Y, I have not the slightest idea what on earth I’m talking about so read this like you’d read a good fanfiction. We don’t know the different salaries across the different positions (and genders HAH), we don’t know if other parties were involved, I’ve completely ignored the sum that Epic themselves get, I have ignored taxes, I don’t know if my numbers are accurate (they’re definitely not I mean 505 must have more employees than 50), if I made mistakes (yes), and also somewhere along the way I forgot to use the €26.9mio budget figure because, uuh, I have no idea where to use it, what it means, where did it come from, where did it go, cotton eye joe - but oh well, I’m not starting over, take it or leave it.

So... I can now officially say I have written hot steamy economics fic xD Man I put waaay too much time into this but damn was it fun. Good three-hour-deep-dive (two of them spent munching on chocolate half-asleep listening to psytrance to keep my brain twitchy). Real-life-theorizing. Fuck capitalism. Don’t do drugs. Pet a cat. Wear your mask. Call your grandparents.

If there’s typos in this I’m sorry but also I’m not, I can’t be bothered to proofread again lol. Goodnight imma catch up on the sleep I lost. Gotta love full moons

#this is the first post in ages in which i used punctuation and capitalization are you proud of me xD #dw it won’t stay like this #control #control remedy #alan wake #ok now go yell at me how stupidly wrong and dumb this is i’m ready #do you think my old math teacher would be proud #i think so #my economics teacher... not so much

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Undress Rehearsal (Duncan Shepherd x fem!Reader)

Summary: You got a fashion degree and moved to DC to work as stylist assistant. Unexpectedly you meet a familiar face during a meeting and it seems there’s a spark between you two...but things may take a wrong turn.

A/N: Hey lovelies!! This is my first fic EVER, so be nice! Also, forgive any grammar mistake (English isn’t my first language). Since the ending is kinda open, I guess I could write a PART 2. I’m so happy to finally be able to post this one-shot, even though it sucks! I’d appreciate every comment/reblog/DM about it and about how I could actually improve my writing. This is a sort of experiment! I’m still trying to figure out “my style”. Oh and this is important: bold type means flashback, italics are Y/N’s thoughts and // means a few days passed! ENJOY and thank you for reading! I love you.

Warnings: mean!Duncan (just a little), making out and veeery light NSFW, plot!twist, lol I think that’s enough(?)

Word count: 6.1K

moodboard by the talented @hecohansen31

You were late again. It happened twice this week. But how could that happen? You had always been a punctual and reliable person, at night you ensured that the alarm was correctly set and you never went to bed too late, afraid to not being able to wake up the morning after. So how could it be possible? Maybe because of your jetlag, but after almost a month, well, this had become a really bad excuse. Then perhaps, the frenetic pace was already affecting you that much, making you too tired to hurry up and get ready. This couldn’t happen again; you were jeopardizing your new dream job because of this straggler behavior. While you were running along the streets of Washington DC, those were your recurring thoughts. Your wheezing and the speeded-up heartbeats, pounding in your hears, were drowning out any deafening noise coming from cars and traffic, which always filled the city driveways.

From the early hours of the day, the avenues were swarming with people going to their office, each of them withdrawn into oneself, busy minding their own business with their smartphones, bringing takeaway breakfast on the other hand. You were way too anxious and distracted from running breathlessly; you had already bumped into three stupid human beings, slowly strolling down the sidewalk like damn sloths. Every single step was followed by a quick glance at your cellphone screen, checking the time and ensuring there was no missed call of your boss.

If you knew anything in this world, it was that you had to take this job seriously, dealing with the fact that your exhausting dues would have allowed your eager ass to work your way up and finally become a fashion designer. So, you didn’t expect any great satisfaction to come very soon. And starting from the bottom was really tough. After years of studying and a well-deserved university degree, you were prepared for whatever the future might have brought. Despite that, you didn’t expect at all to end up in DC, working as a stylist assistant. Sure, this would have opened the door to your real dream job, be part of the style department, designing collections for a luxury brand. You had tried your luck moving to New York, but you ended up broke, with no savings left and no available job opening. For this reason, you decided to take that chance here. You hadn’t made any progress till now though. You were new, yes, but your tasks and assignments were hardly restricted to bring coffee or running around the Capital with tons of garment bags for upcoming fittings.

Finally, after that insane 3km rush, without even stopping for a second - no, you couldn’t afford an Uber ride every time -, you arrived. Your feet hurt like hell, your cheeks covered with scarlet shades like the worst of sunburns and your breath coming in short gasps…and your hair, oh dear Lord, it was a mess. You were sure you were also sweating. Luckily, Richard, your boss, was quite nice to you and somewhat tolerant; he was sincerely impressed by all your efforts, skills and abilities, so much that he wasn’t utterly certain what you were doing there.

Five minutes past the established hour and, thank God, the client hadn’t arrived yet. You didn’t have much information or details about that meeting. You only knew that you had to help during a fitting for a client, extremely influential on the political scene. He needed a few new looks and outfits for public appearances, interviews, and fundraising events. Of course, you assumed he would have been an old middle-aged white man, with too much money to count and eager for power.

Mr moneybags is getting late tho. Too busy making grands? you thought.

Meanwhile, you were trying to look more presentable, also to not risk damaging the brand reputation.

“Y/N?”

Your calves burned and, in that moment, you thought that bringing extra sneakers would have been a good idea.

“Y/N?!”

Since the client hadn’t arrived yet, maybe you could sit down and rest for a minute on that super comfy booth near the mirror…

“Y/N!!!! HELLOO!!!” Your train of thoughts was abruptly interrupted by your boss’ yells, which suddenly caught your attention.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry, I zoned out! Forgive me, what can I do for you?”

The man, a healthy and elegant 40ish brunette, looked at you concerned “Y/N I know it’s hard to settle down, but I need you to be 100% focused today. The man who’s coming is a big deal for us, he’s a powerful figure in Washington politics! He has recently taken her mother’s place as CEO of the family company. So, I want us to make a good impression!” after saying that, he looked at you from head to toe, a bit baffled.

“So…” he continued “…I need you to – in that moment you really hoped you were about to receive a major task, finally a turning point – ..to run to the bar across the street and buy some coffee, and come back quickly!” All your expectations fell apart in a sea of disappointment. “Hurry up!”

You put on a forced smile and went straight to the exit.

After having waited in line for centuries, you figured that probably the client had to have arrived, and therefore, just as you had started your day, you came back running as fast as you could, to save time.

You were holding the coffee cups in your left hand, while you were struggling to turn off your phone, which had started ringing. Opening the glass door with your hip, you were still trying to silence the ringtone, this, without even minding where put your feet up. Ugh, mom, stop calling me...always the worst timing! you screamed in your own mind, frowning. Before you could slow down your steps, one of your heels didn’t grip well the lacquered floor, making you stumble and trip. A sudden change in your balance and you couldn’t avoid slipping forward, causing the not-so-angelic flying of coffee directly on the special guest of the situation.

Damn it.

And to make matters worse, you fell to the ground, cursing the day you were born. Hell no, it can’t have really happened to me. You had just made a complete ass of yourself. You would have rather sink below the waves into the oblivion.

“OH SHIT SHIT SHIT I-I’m so sorry! I-I don’t know h-how it happened!” you were apologizing, still keeping your eyes fixed on the once-full cups rolling down the parquet, next to your badly chipped mobile touchscreen.

“The floor must be slippery…please let me make it up to you, I ca- ” you stopped all of a sudden when you lifted your gaze, for the first time since you had stepped in. Standing in front of you there was the most attractive man you’d ever seen. His piercing blue eyes were fixed on you, like two burning flames almost forming deep holes in your soul.

It’s hot in here or it’s just me?

He was tall and his toned arms were easily visible through the once-white shirt. Now that expensive fashion piece was all covered by a huge stain of hot coffee. And it was your fault. You were speechless. Your attention all focused on the man’s features. Your gaze was busy running down those perfect shaped cheekbones and the sharp jawline. Oh boy, gods’ gift indeed.

Oddly familiar to you though.

You clearly remained to stare for too long to not be noticed, because the man himself broke the silence.

“Uhm, don’t worry” he seemed taken aback for a second “I’ll send it to the cleaners or I’ll throw it away, I don’t care” he said, immediately composing himself, while carefully unbuttoning the ruined shirt, with those long fingers... You were blushing. His low soothing voice sent shivers down your spine. But his tone was plain, no apparent emotion, he seemed almost indifferent, maybe even a little annoyed. Ah, pompous ass.

Your attention was caught by your boss, who, with a worried voice, while pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed, proposed him to choose another shirt among the others and take it as an apology gift. The man accepted, nodding with a crooked smile and with smug remarks about the needlessness of gifts for a man as rich as him.

Cocky asshole! You mused, with a roll of her eyes.

Anxious to change the subject, Richard, started the introductions. “Mr Shepherd, she is my smart – but clearly clumsy – assistant, Y/N” at that very moment that name awoke the memories in your mind.

No. It can’t be true.

“Well, nice to meet you” he remarked “Y/N”, repeating your name like he was tasting it on his own tongue “..or so.” he added, with a stupid smug grin on his breathtaking face. When they shook hands, you felt a sort of jolt and realized you had been holding your breath all this time. You remained silent.

That was the same man you met 6 months ago on the flight you took to go to New York, when you moved for the first time. It was him the influential man of the meeting.

Duncan-fucking-Shepherd.

Duncan. This name was the only thing in your mind right now, while you were lying on the couch, in your little apartment, with a glass of wine loosely resting on your lower lip. Oh my God, did he recognize me? Did he figure out it was me? How had he called me that day? Oh, his angel, right. Fuck.

Your head hurt, but you couldn’t help but keep on repeat your two first meetings again and again in your mind. The Duncan Shepherd from today was completely different, compared to the man you had encountered on that plane.

He hadn’t talked about himself very much, just spilled that he was a businessman traveling for work. You had immediately noticed how mature he was to be in his late 20ish. And incredibly handsome. And charming. And seductive.

Ok, stop.

You still couldn’t understand why you. Among all the attractive available women he could easily have, during all the time of the flight, he had been flirting with you. You. He made you feel sexy, desirable and safe, after a very long time.

It was the first class. You were there because of a lucky misunderstanding. While the plane was taking off, you two had a moment, since he saw you panicking. You had started talking for real only two hours after having left Milan. The conversation started casually, then developed into a flirty game. Little did you knew that a few hours later, you would eventually find yourselves making out so much intensely, whilst the rest of the passengers was sleeping with lights off. This wasn’t like you; you were strangers after all. Damn, you only knew his first name. But you couldn’t help your crazy attraction towards him. A sort of electricity, a particular connection that you had never felt with anybody else in your life.

You were staring off into space, completely lost in your inner thoughts, while biting hard your lip and fidgeting with the hem of your oversize t-shirt. You nervously swallowed and closed your eyes. Your hand began to move from the fabric and wander over your bare legs, brushing them with your fingertips. Throwing back your head and swallowing again, you frowned and sighed. You couldn’t make those thoughts disappear. He got under your skin and no matter what you did, you couldn’t shake him.

His soft lips on yours, hot and peachy, the trailing of his wet open-mouthed kisses along your throat and the series of marks he was leaving on your skin, on the way down your collarbone. Feeling the smile of the other against your lips as you two kissed. The best feeling in the world. His small moans when you had pulled his lower lips between your teeth, while his hands were touching and roaming all over your body, as if he wanted to memorize each spot, each curve, each part of you. “Baby I wish it was just the two of us right now, damn, I want you so badly” he whispered. God, if they had been alone, you’d have gone further for sure. You were both turned on, you could tell, especially from the prominent bulge on his designer pants. All you wanted was to climb on top of him, straddling his hips, panting in his hear and feel his hot breath all over you. Intense was the craving to undress him, feel his skin against yours. Shit, it was like a living a dream.

The meeting had been canceled and rescheduled for tomorrow. The situation was quite unpleasant. What you were supposed to do now?

Judgment Day had come. You hadn’t slept at all, all night spent tossing and turning between the sheets and looking at the ceiling. How were you supposed to act now? Should you have mentioned anything? What was really killing you, was the feeling that ‘your moment’ had meant nothing for him. Yes, after 6 months, you had gone over it, also because you had no idea how to contact him. But after seeing him again, all the buried thrills came rushing back. You absolutely needed to test the waters today. What did you have to lose? Well, your dignity maybe. If he wanted to, Duncan could have easily said something. And of course, a man of his status could have anything, or anybody, he wanted. Maybe you were overthinking, maybe not.

Since it was almost dawn, and the sun was peeking through the blinds, creating a delicate play of lights and shadows on the curtains, you decided you could actually distract yourself choosing what to wear for the meeting. You shouldn’t have done it. Your bedroom had become a battlefield, all your clothes scattered all over it, like some lifeless leftovers of the closet, now empty. Almost like a little bomb went off. You kept trying combinations on combinations, each time taking off the pieces and throwing them away anywhere around you, as if you were on the verge of a breakdown. It was still a business meeting; you couldn’t dress up too revealing or doll up too much. But at the same time, you’d never give up on being yourself and express your personality through what you wore. Respecting yourself was the most important thing. Self-love. However, this didn’t solve the problem at all. You wanted to appear at your best, challenge him, in a subtle way.

On your way to the office, an unexpected call tuned you away from your own thoughts.

“Richard! Good morning! Are you calling me for coffee? Because I’ve already stopped off at the bar, now tell me who is the best assistant in the whole world?! And I’m not even late!” your smile vanished as soon as your boss answered.

“WHAT?! What does it mean you won’t be there today?” Your heart skipped a beat and started pumping so much blood through your veins, that you felt as a heatwave was rushing inside of you. “W-well if you have family issues, we agree that it’s necessary to postpone the gathering..I-” your eyes widened at the realization that you’d be alone. With Duncan.

You almost fainted on the spot.

“I’m sure you can handle it on your own! You can still reach me with a phone call, if you ever need me. Plus, don’t you think this would be the right chance to prove yourself and finally level up, get noticed and considered for that vacant position in the style & design dep.? My money’s on you, girl!”

How could you blame him, though? He was always so encouraging.

You sighed through the phone, so he added “Look, it won’t be hard. Remember that Mr Shepherd is in your hands. We have to turn him into one of the brand advocates; he’s young, a self-made man, the best choice to promote the brand awareness. It’s up to you now.”

Wow, that’s very reassuring you figured, shaking your head.

“Ok, you can do this, I have to go now, let me know how it goes. Bye!” Fuck.

“W-wait! I can’t do that withou-” he has already hung up. Looking up to the sky and letting out a frustrating grunt, you allowed yourself a childish whine and mumbled a ‘why me’.

Now you were standing outside the building, trying to collect yourself before entering. You were wearing an oversized see-through blouse, tucked in a black knee-length skirt, and an *accent color* blazer with rolled-up sleeves, to complete the look. You were ready to fight. No more clumsy bullshit.

Breathe, remember to breathe you reminded yourself, looking at the elevator door.

You strode next to the receptionist’s desk, Tiffany, or, as you liked to call her, ‘Crazypants’; since her eyes were always so disturbingly wide open – Does she ever blink? – and her hair painfully pinned back, so tight that must have hurt her. She seemed a cross between a barbie and a psycho killer. As soon as you walked by her desk, Crazypants greeted you overly excited, calling you with her earsplitting high-pitched voice. You put on your fakest smile and replied,

“Morning Tiff, uhm, I wish I could stay and chat, but I have work to-”

“The client is already here. He’s waiting for you in the fitting room” she winked. Hell, you hoped your blushing wasn’t so obvious, you couldn’t even have a few minutes to be psychologically prepared. Well, maybe better pull off the band-aid.

“Thank you for warning me! I’ll be right there” you answered. Not even before your exams you felt all this pressure.

Why is it always so hot?!

Walking along the hallway as if you were going to your own execution, you found yourself in front of the door of the rehearsal room. You gently opened it and entered. Do you know when, at some point in movies, there’s a slow-motion moment with background music?! There it was. Precisely. He had his back turned, gazing the skyline through the glass wall. And the second he heard the clicking of a pair of heels, he turned his head, smiling at you and looking intensely at your figure. You were about to die for real now.

How could someone be so beautiful?

His hair perfectly styled, his hot stubble,... Oh, that stubble was your weakness. You could already feel it between your legs and…

“Hey hey, easy with that” he teased with his deep honeyed voice, pointing the take-out coffee cups you were holding. You winced and giggled

“I’ll never stop apologizing about that, ehm, incident…but if you want one, go ahead!”

You looked at each other smiling for a while, until you had to break the silence and eventually get down to business. “So, I guess it’s better if we start…Mr Shepherd, so then you’ll be free to go back to work”, he exhaled and nodded

“Oh please, just call me Duncan.”

You saw a sort of shift in his features. His face went blank. He adopted a bossier and intimidating position, like last time. Ok, maybe he just wants to keep it professional, I understand.

“When is Richard coming?” he questioned while taking his trench coat off. “To be honest, it’ll just be me today, but it’s all right, you’re in good hands” you slightly smiled. He sighed again and you rose your eyebrow, taking it as an unspoken insult.

“Is there a problem?”

“Well, yes, I didn’t come here to waste my time with a newbie assistant.” Your jaw dropped.

“Excuse me?”

“No need to get upset darling, this is what you are, after all” he stated shrugging. You were speechless; yes, you were an assistant, but the way he said that, as if you were a dumb zero…What an asshole.

“Oookay, since I’m here..let’s continue” he glanced at you, waiting for her next move. “I agree, you can change in the wa-” you paused; he was literally undressing in front of you.

“What? There’s nothing you’ve never seen...I guess” You were confused…was he teasing you or something? “You should be more professional, I’m saying it for you”, your rage slowly increasing and flowing throughout your entire body. He was a completely different man, with all those unnecessary mean remarks. He gave you mixed feelings. You would have punched him, but at the same time, contemplating his perfectly-shaped heavenly body, his toned muscles, his thighs..you wanted to jump on him, kiss him and be his, in every way possible.

“You’re staring.”

“W-what?! No. I’m waiting for you to finish undressing, so I can give you the first change to wear..”

“Sure.”

You’d already had enough of his attitude. “I suggest starting with this evening suit, since Richard told me you’ll attend a charity gala in a few days.”

“Hush, please, save it. I don’t need all your pointless suggestions. I can handle it by myself.” he seemed almost..angry? You didn’t know how to hit back anymore. Why was he acting like that, all of a sudden? He tried on a few different outfits while you were staying there, silent, shifting your weight from a leg to another, your eyes wandering through the room, your lips pressed into a thin line and your mind trying to figure out what was happening. Duncan, noticing the tapping of your fingers on your thigh, rolled his eyes and gave you an annoyed look.

Then he huffed “Impatient, uh?”

You were hovering on the brink of an outburst.

“Why don’t you do your job and bring me some water, or take notes, or whatever you get paid for?”

“My job is helping you find a set of appropriate clothes for various occasions, trying to create the right mix & match that suits your taste and personality...” you retorted in a plain tone.

“Oh, thanks for the not required explanation, Wikipedia..”

“..but I’m not stupid, I know what a fucking stylist does” he was pushing your buttons.

“If you’d allow me to do my job, instead of questioning me, I could recommend something..”

“No need to whine, baby girl…So do it, instead of staying there like a scared little girl.”

“If relying on someone to select your wardrobe really bothers you..why don’t you choose them by yourself?” you sassed, struggling to remain polite.

“Well, I’ve demanded the help of a professional, not that of a ‘coffee-bringer’…and I’m wasting my time here”.

Ok, that’s enough.

He was still a client, but for you being treated like that wasn’t acceptable anymore. “You know what? I don’t fucking care if I get fired after saying these words. But I’m done with your dumbass comments. You’re a douchebag. I’m trying to do my job and, just because you’re rich and influential, you think you can treat me like that. Like I’m trash?” you were finally giving in to an outburst “The saddest thing is that I really hoped you would remember me. About that moment we shared 6 months ago, on that flight to New York. But obviously, I’ve given it much thought. Turns out that I’m just one of many, aren’t I? I’ve been thinking about you for weeks and when I saw you again, it all came flooding back. I’m so stupid. It’s not your fault, I was wrong to think that day could have really meant something.”

While talking, you were struggling to hold back the tears, you weren’t supposed to look pathetic, but your eyes were already watering. “So, do me a favor: end this meeting now. I’ll call Richard and tell him to take care of you, since you do not believe I’m capable enough to fulfill your needs..”

“..oh and don’t worry about seeing me again, I don’t want anything to do with you! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got work to do.” you spat, entering the small wardrobe room, without bothering to switch on the light, hoping that your angry tears would have remained unnoticed in the darkness and that Duncan would have gone for good. So you started moving crutches on the clothes stand, to make room for those outfits to restock over.

Unexpectedly you felt an arm around your waist, holding you tightly. It was Duncan. He hadn’t left.

His body pressed against yours, you were paralyzed, his arms keeping a firm grip on you. What’s happening? You knew you should have pushed him back and kick him out, but something inside you decided against it. It was like a part of your dumb heart wanted to stay still in that position forever. You two remained silent, until he whispered in your hear, with his hot breath and his cologne filling your nostrils - a mixture of cinnamon, sandalwood and tobacco.

“I’m sorry..” he sighed. He sounded sincere.

“..I went too far.”

Now your own hands were resting upon his arms. You could feel the heat his body was radiating right now. With a honeyed soft tone, he murmured “Please forgive me, I don’t know what came over me. It’s just that having you standing here again, in front of me, stunned me. I didn’t know what to do and I misunderstood your demeanor. I thought you were pretending nothing had happened, or that you didn’t recall that day, or that you simply didn’t care.”

His hold slowly loosened, allowing you to turn around and look at him with narrowed eyes and a puzzled expression, without a word.

“Uhm, I’m not very good at communicating my emotions, but you’re right. I’ve been a dick. You didn’t deserve it, but I was overwhelmed by the attempt to suppress my own feelings. Since I saw you again,”

he paused,

“you are all I can think about.” he admitted, stroking your tear-stained cheek with his thumb, but you tried to resist him,

“I hope you’re not trying to play me, because otherwise I’ll smash that stupid hot smirk to the ground.”

“So do you think I’m hot, uh?!”

“You dumbass.”

“God, you’re so damn sexy when you’re mad.” he teased, coming closer.

“What?” you giggled. He stared at your lips “I just can’t stop thinking about kissing you right now…” and unexpectedly, his hand drifted to your hip, pulling you even closer. You inhaled deeply. You were against his warm chest, sculpted to perfection. Why must he be so perfect? You placed your hand against it, intending to push him away, but instead you left it there. You froze, from both fear and excitement.

You two stared into each other’s eyes and his breathing quickened as did yours. He slowly leaned in, so his forehead rested against yours. You closed your eyes. Your faces were inches apart now, and he lightly traced your lips with one finger. His other hand placed behind your neck, shortening the distance even more.

Your noses bumped and your mouths matched up slightly-opened, breathing each other’s air directly. He brushed his lips against yours and you freaking loved it. You loved the way your body melted into his. The way your lips perfectly fitted like two puzzle pieces. The way Duncan held you tighter and tighter. It sent shivers down your back. His only desire was to touch you, to move his hands under your layers and feel your smooth skin.

You two broke the kiss for a second to catch your breath. Then he pulled you in, claiming your mouth again, hungry and intense. Duncan lowered his hands down your hips, cupping your ass and dragging you impossibly close. You deepened the kiss swallowing his groan of pleasure as you lost into each other, no space between you two. His hands were exploring your body, while you grabbed his hair tightly to restrain your own moans.

Slowly, you started exploring each other’s mouths with your tongues. Sometimes sucking his lower lip and biting it a little bit. He started kissing your jaw and leaving hickeys on your neck. He didn’t want to let you go, so he pulled you again and kissed you so hard, with much more intensity. He squeezed you, suggesting that he wasn’t going to stop. You didn’t mind at all and continued making out.

He slowly put his hands under your blouse, trying to reach and unhook your bra, eager to run his fingers along your breasts and rub it. You began unbuttoning his button-down, seductively leaving wet kisses and love bites on his chest. He moaned. Then Duncan raised your blouse and took it off completely, so he could see you.

“You’re beautiful” he purred, and started massaging your chest and kissing it hardly, licking and biting gently your nipple. While Duncan was playing with your body, you could only keep on tugging his hair, making his moans vibrate against your body. Then he kneeled down kissing your stomach.

Both of you couldn’t silent your groans anymore, the entire room was filled by sexual noises. But you didn’t care at all. You knew where it was going. Duncan pushed you against a wall, grinding on you and you could clearly feel his hardness pressed against your body. You needed more friction.

“Jump.” he suddenly hinted, and used his veiny arms to hold you up by your thighs lifting you off the ground. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Your core was throbbing at that very moment.

But you were brought back to planet Earth right after; that divine feeling was ruined by a pesky thought that clouded your mind.

What if he’s just interested in sex?

He sensed your sudden slowing down. “If you want me to stop, tell me now,” he whispered. When you remained silent, he brushed his mouth against your temple,

“Or now.”

he followed the line of your cheekbone,

“Or now.”

now he was kissing your chin,

“Or—”

then your lips were against his, again. You kept undressing slowly, savoring the moment.

But that damn thought came back, stuck in your mind. And eventually it hit you. “Wait…wait” you said, trying to steady your breathing.

“What’s wrong angel? I did something wrong or..” he questioned worriedly. “No, not at all, it was perfect..but I don’t think this is right.”

“Wait what?! Why?” Duncan replied in disbelief.

“I’m not a yes girl, Duncan. I’m not looking for casual hookups, I really want to know you better and see where this leads us.” you smiled reassuringly, caressing his cheek. You were scared as fuck. Maybe he wasn’t interested in any kind of relationship, just random booty calls. But you had to take the risk. You wanted to.

“Uhm..yeah. I guess that sounds fair enough.” he chuckled and you released the breath you didn’t know you were holding. “How about a coffee date? I know a place, it’s quite secluded, to not attract the attention of press and journalists” you tilted your head and frowned,

“What do you mean?”

“Angel, I don’t want you to be targeted by newspapers, they aim to find some dirt on me and make every aspect of my private life public. I prefer keeping a low profile, and put you in an uncomfortable position is the last thing I would want.” “Oh, ok. I got it.” you were a little thoughtful, to be honest. But in that moment, you would have agreed with everything he was saying. You used every inch of strength you had, to stop and not go further. Not that there was anything wrong with that. You just wished to learn more about that handsome man in front of you; his desires, his passions, his values and aspirations.

“I’d better get back to work, they’ll wonder what happened to me.” he smirked. “Yeah, you better hurry up, then” you laughed, while putting your blouse on. “I’m gonna put aside the chosen clothes” you informed, but before you could leave the cramped room, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back in his arms, giving a last soft peck on your lips.

“How can I focus now, with the thought of you against me?!”

“You’ll have to make do with the memory..” you shot back “..for now.” you cooed, whispering in his hear.

The rest of the day went off without a hitch. You had exchanged numbers and with all those texts you were sending to each other, you felt like a schoolgirl again. Nothing could have ruined that sensation. Before going back home, Richard called you, questioning you about the meeting, not noticing your struggle to not make disconnected sentences or beat around the bush, to hide your embarrassment. Then, to thank you for having his back, he gave you another assignment: a high-society lady had requested a selection of gowns to choose, to attend a few fundraising events. Another important add-on for your CV. A few more efforts and they would have finally offered you the long-awaited position in the creative team.

The consultation had been set up two days later, you had to go to the customer’s penthouse this time. Ugh, lazy rich people. You rang the doorbell and right after you were greeted by a thin blonde girl, all fake boobs and tinted tips, wearing a dress that seemed closer to a long top, rather than an actual dress.

“Hey, you must be Y/N! Come in! I’ll be right back” she yelled. You came in holding the garment bag; you were shocked when you found out how actually big the apartment was: super modern, black & white themed and with some art hanging on the walls.

Uhm, de gustibus you muttered to yourself.

“Here I am, sorry for the waiting. I am Madison!” Why rich people seem so reluctant to share their last name with me? you mused, smiling to yourself.

“Let’s start, shall we?”

And then Madison took you to what has to be her large bedroom. Odd. That seemed more like a bachelor to you, but judging wasn’t your thing.

The fitting went smooth as silk. This Madison was a bombshell, every single dress fitted her body as it was sewn on her. For the upcoming event she chose a nude silk dress, that perfectly matched her skin tone. She looked pretty excited for the pick, so much that she started screaming and calling out loud, making you aware that there was someone else around.

“Muffin come here!!! I chose the dress!! It’s perfect oh my God! You must see it before I take it off!”

MUFFIN.

Seriously? Do not laugh, please, do not laugh.

You were biting her lip a little too hard. While Madison kept calling her…muffin, you decided to do something and began packing all the stuff back up into the bag.

“Oh finally, you walk so slow, babe…now, look! What do you think?” Before the man could answer she continued “Oh wait, how rude I am. Y/N, this is my fiancé...”

As soon as you turned around and lifted your gaze, your heart stopped beating.

“…Duncan!”

His smile soon disappeared too, replaced by a shocked and guilty expression, like a deer caught in the headlights. You froze in place.

You were trying to hold back the impending flood of tears, washing it away with your anger. A million different feelings rushed through you, but at the same time you couldn’t feel anything, just your own heart, literally breaking down in pieces.

“Do you already know each other?” Madison asked, noting Duncan’s surprise. You gathered all the strength left within you and stated

“Just one of the many customers.”

Then, lowering your broken voice, you sputtered a “Now I really have to go.”

Without saying anything more, you took the garment bag and run straight to the door, shutting it down behind your back. Right after, a teardrop rolled over your cheek, and your eyes started watering. Once that the first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream. Before turning into a sobbing mess, you walked fast down the hallway, reaching the elevator and waiting for the doors to open up.

Before you could take another step, a large hand took you by the wrist, keeping you in place. You turned around and instantly pushed him back, trying to free yourself from his grip.

“Please,” he begged,

“Let me explain. Please, I don’t want to lose you! We have something..w-we can talk about it, please, wait!”

“Go to Hell” you snapped;

and then you shoved his hand away, entering the elevator. Stupid. I am so fucking stupid. You two looked at each other one last time, shedding tears. The eyes of both soaking blatantly. And then the doors shut.

That heartbreak felt like concrete drying in your chest.

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switchfulthinking · 5 years

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To Sate My Damaged Pride

Okay, everybody! This is my first tickle fic! I saw a devastating lack of tickle fics in the Elder Scrolls community, especially of a platonic nature, so I figured I’d try to fix that! I got the idea for this from the Starter Prompt I reblogged not too long ago. This is a tickle fic between Lucien and his SIlencer, featuring Lee!Lucien (If you are a die-hard Tough!Lucien fan, this fic is not for you lol). There’s a bit of angst at the beginning, but it’s the kind of exposure their relationship needed. If you guys like it, I’ll do a sequel! Thanks for checking it out!

Words: 2,669 (long ass fic, I know lol)

Warnings: Spoilers (duh), alcohol consumption, slight hangover, violence, mentions of death and burial, mention of murder, angst, and fluff. I hope I covered everything.

“Was that a giggle?” - “I’ve never been so embarrassed in all my life…”

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It had been about a month since the Cheydinhal Purification. The loss of their family still weighed heavily on the minds of the two assassins, but they took comfort in knowing that they still had each other. After all, what more of a sign of trust and love than seeing your Speaker enter immediately after the Purification, shovel in hand to help you give the family a proper burial?

The Hero remembered that night clear as day. It was well into the small hours of the morning when they’d finally finished burying the final body, and Lucien invited them back to his home. He uncorked a bottle of wine, and set two more down on the table, ready to replace it. His newly appointed Silencer raised an eyebrow in question as they took the goblet he had poured for them. Lucien, a man true to his abilities, understood the unspoken question.

“The Black Hand is not without compassion, dear friend; we have been granted two days bereavement. I was hoping you’d remain with me yet for a while.”

Lucien did not often wear his hood down, but this night made for unique circumstances. They were able to see his long hair, which had strands coming loose from their previous work. His face was a bit paler than normal, offsetting his dark colored skin. The bags under his eyes were in full view; the dim candlelight doing nothing to mask them. But a look into his eyes…

The loss of the family clearly affected him as much as it did them. After all, they were his family, too. He’d raised Ocheeva and Teinavva, who claimed the man as their father. They inwardly chided themselves for thinking the man could possibly be so cold and distant, especially with all the compassion he’d shown them. They were drawn out of their thoughts, however, when they heard a shaky intake of breath from the other man.

“After all…” He began timidly, running a hand down his face, only stopping to hold it over his mouth for a few moments. Another moment passed, and the hand began to tremor slightly. Then came another, and fresh tears brimmed his eyelids. The Hero watched, dumbfounded, as his jaw clenched, his throat tightened, and he took deep breaths to fight off tears.

This did not even remotely appear to be the same man that recruited them. All this time, their Speaker had appeared down-to-earth and humble, but also infallible. As though no force of man, mer, or beast was ready or equipped to shake him. But here he sat, falling apart right in front of them. Not even a moment’s thought led them to the conclusion that the wine likely brought down his defenses. They snuck a quick glance at his goblet.

It was as full as when he’d poured it.

The color drained from their face. This was truly him. He was grief-stricken, just as they were. They had locked all their sadness away, trying to put on airs for a man they thought did not care. But when he turned to look at them, defenses of both assassins were torn down to rubble.

“… you’re all I’ve got left.” He sobbed.

The Silencer found their face crumbling, and they leaned forward to meet his open arms with their own. They spent the remainder of the night drinking, sharing stories, and playing cards until the both of the fell into their beds to sleep.

When the two of them awoke the next morning, Lucien put on coffee as both rubbed their temples, trying to alleviate their hangovers. After they’d sobered up, eaten, and gotten situated, Lucien told them everything that they needed to know for their new position, and took them outside to see the gift he’d given them.

“Her name is Shadowmere.” He began. “She is a marvelous horse, and has served me well. I present her to you now, as a token of my trust and love.” The Hero smiled at him, then looked back to the mare, stoking her neck.

“She’s simply stunning, Lucien. Thank you for trusting me with her.” Lucien simply nodded, a content grin adorning his features. The Hero finally sighed, saying what neither of them wanted to hear yet.

“I should probably be on my way to the dead drop. Mustn’t keep Sithis waiting, eh?” Lucien nodded, his grin turning a bit sadder. In an unexpected advance, he stepped forward and brought his Silencer into his embrace.

“Don’t be a stranger, dear friend. I will welcome your company, always. Drop by any time you feel the desire; I enjoy having you around.” The Champion smiled as they mounted Shadowmere.

“I’ll hold you to that, old man.” They saw his face turn to one of outright comical indignation, and rode away laughing before he could get another word in.

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The man named Celedaen had been eliminated, as per the orders of Speaker Lachance. They tied up Shadowmere in a hidden area of Fort Farragut, and made their way toward the hatch that led to Lucien’s quarters. They slid down the ladder with ease, dressed in a plain quilted shirt with simple slacks and boots, which they kicked off as soon as they gained their balance. When they turned, it seemed that their Speaker had only recently made himself comfortable. Lachance turned to greet them with a grin, donned in a cotton shirt and black pants, his socks and boots propped up in the corner with his black robes.

“Ah, I see you have returned. I trust the elf has met his end?” He asked, his tone laced with malice. His Silencer swept a dramatic bow.

“I wouldn’t dare return to you otherwise, Speaker. I’ve come for my payment.” Lucien laughed mockingly.

“I-hi think not. You know where your payment is, you dolt.” The Champion snapped their fingers.

“Damn it, I really thought that would work.”

Lachance saw that as the perfect segue. He turned back around to his papers that were spread out on the table, glancing over his shoulder at them as he spoke.

“You truly thought I’d fall for that? There’s two insults, rather close together. Quite bold, aren’t we, Silencer?” He saw them cock their head to the side in confusion momentarily, but then understanding washed over their face. A sly smirk came to their face as they made the decision to tease the man. Just how playful was he, truly?

“I must be. But I don’t believe ‘old man’ is an insult, necessarily. With age, comes wisdom; experience.” They said to the back of his head. It took more willpower than he’d like to admit for him to bite back a chuckle at their words. So, this was how they wanted to play it? He thought mischievously. He turned around to face them, leaning against the table and crossing his arms, smirking.

“Very well. Have at you, then.”

“Yes, I’m quite certain those were precisely your intentions, judging by the way you rode off like a bat out of an Oblivion gate.” At this, the Champion couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, which the man across the room took as a victory.

“Surely I have not wounded you overmuch, Lucien.” Lachance simply smirked wickedly.

“You still think you’re getting away with this, don’t you?”

He spoke in a mischievous tone, simply to let them know he would not truly hurt them. The Champion straightened, adopting a challenging look to match his.

“I see. And how do you intend to sate your damaged pride, dear friend?” Lucien pushed off the table, placing both hands on his hips.

“Sparring match. Right now. You and I, unarmed.” The Hero chuckled, walking forward to meet him halfway across the room in an unspoken acceptance.

“Is this the part where I’m supposed to say ‘I’m sorry’?” Lachance grinned as he got within arms distance.

“You will be.”

With a quick handshake and two steps back from both parties, they took up a fighting stance. The Hero made the first advance, making a move to grab the Speaker by the right shoulder and take him down. A quick side step from Lachance nullified this attempt, however. Lucien struck out in return, the Champion moving out of his reach. They continued their fight in this pattern for several minutes. However, Lucien eventually saw a window of opportunity. His Silencer had just leaped out of the way to dodge a strike from him, and would surely be unsteady as they returned to the ground.

With a perfectly timed swipe of his leg, he knocked their feet right out from under them. Just before he began his descent to pin them, they rolled quickly behind him, out of his immediate reach. As they were rolling, they knew they had to think fast. How to perform a quick takedown?

“Aha!” They thought. “I’ll end up in arms reach of his left knee. If I can just hit that pressure point, he’ll collapse!” When they reached their destination, they put their plan in motion. Striking out quickly to press their thumb into the back of his knee, they saw him collapse to his knees, trapping their hand in the bend. But it wasn’t until this moment that they processed what they’d heard.

It was an easily recognizable sound, even choked as it was. They simply never thought to hear it from him. And judging by the way he was glancing back at them, stiff as a board and slightly blushing, the Champion surmised they’d heard it correctly. A look of pure amazement donned their features as they spoke.

“Was… Was that a giggle?”

“Silencer…” He warned.

The other assassin paid him no mind as they wiggled their thumb from its trapped position, earning a jerk and a small yelp from him. He choked back all other noises that threatened to leave his throat as a wobbly grin came over his face. The Hero wasted absolutely no time tackling him onto his back, straddling his thighs, and dancing their fingers across his upper stomach.

Another yelp, only this one was accompanied by a half-hearted chuckle. The wobbly grin turned into a wobbly smile, which was promptly covered by a hand, though the blush on his cheeks had not gone down. His shoulders bounced up and down with silent laughter as his free hand tried to chase his friends down. He finally met their eyes, which he immediately regretted once he saw the look of amazement and heard the words that followed.

“Sweet Sithis on a stick, would you take a gander at this?” They said incredulously, causing the man’s blush to deepen a bit. The Hero realized that they weren’t getting too much of a reaction here, and decided to migrate to the lower sides, where they were pleased to discover that a slight muffin top resided. They couldn’t help but find the slight chub endearing. They found it even more so when he let out a rather high-pitched (well, high-pitched for him) squeal, and he descended into light giggles.

“N-nohohoho!” He tried to squirm away, though no true attempts to escape nor stop their ministrations came from the man. They knew that if he truly wished for them to stop, he could make them. Which meant that their friend did not wish for them to stop. So, they happily continued their playful game. However, his reaction changed substantially when they moved to lightly tickle the lower half of his tummy.

“Aha! Waitwaitwahahait!” His laughter gained a higher pitch as one of his worst spots was being exploited. The Hero began lightly dragging both index fingers over the area, drawing meaningless shapes and watching the other man’s renewed and desperate squirming. The giggles kept pouring out, and the Hero finally shook their head with a smile.

“My, but you’re a terribly ticklish Speaker, aren’t you?”

Lachance’s blush gained enormous ground as both hands came up to cover his face, the action hardly muffling his laughter.

“Ihihihi can’t hehelp ihit! AHA!” He jerked violently as they moved to dance over the far sides of his stomach, though just before his flanks. They questioned briefly whether or not their next actions were too intimate, but knew with all they’d been through recently, it would be accepted. They reminded themselves that he had the power to stop this at any given time. They reached the brim of his shirt, and rolled it up over his tummy, revealing the bit of chub and chest hair that had a home there.

They could tell from the change in his laughter and the way he cast his gaze down to scan their face for disapproval, that his midriff was an area of concern for him. They immediately continued their actions, smiling fondly to show him that they weren’t in the slightest bit fazed. Nails dancing lightly all the way over his now bare stomach made the man squeal and arch his back as he descended back into high pitched, squeaky laughter, which the Hero couldn’t help but laugh at. His genuine laughter sounded so pure and happy, unlike his menacing laughter. They found it incredibly contagious.

“Who would’ve tho-hought that your tummy would be this ticklish?” The Champion exclaimed. Lucien groaned to his best ability as he smacked his forehead, still laughing at his Silencer’s deft fingers.

“Ugh, more teasing.” He thought. “Of course, the imp. At least they weren’t thrown by my love handles…”

“Thihihis isn’t fuhuhunny!” He cried through his giggles. His Silencer merely chuckled and looked him in the eyes, pinching the chub at his waist with every word, earning a flinch and louder laughter with every word.

“Then why are you laughing?” They were going to go up to check his ribs, until a snort graced their ears. Both assassins froze, looking each other in the eye. Lucien’s blush was visibly darkening, his hand clapped over his mouth and nose immediately following the sound.

“Father Sithis, you did not just…” His blush merely spread as words, ironically, failed him. His Silencer appeared to settle a bit, still holding his gaze.

“You snorted. Just now.” They lightly grasped a bit of the tender flesh between their nails before they spoke.

“I have to tickle here to make that happen again, right?” The wobbly smile returned as a few preemptive giggles slipped past his lips.

“Dohohon’t.” He chortled. They couldn’t help it.

“Don’t what, Lucien?” The Imperial rolled his eyes.

“Tihickle me!” They smiled wickedly, and the look of realization came to the man’s face.

“All you have to do is ask.”

The Champion wasted no time in lightly pinching all around the lower part of his tummy. It didn’t take long for them to realize that this bore the best reaction they’d gotten yet.

“AH! You lihihittle shihihihaha!” Lucien’s back arched, and loud cackling resonated through the room as he tossed his head back and forth. This was not laughter, this was genuine, uncontrollable cackling. Every intake of breath came as a loud snort, which made him smack his hand over his mouth in embarrassment. This didn’t last long, however, because his snorting made his Silencer laugh, which in turn made him laugh harder. His hand finally fell from his face, allowing himself to cackle freely at his sibling’s mischievous fingers.

They realized that their brother had probably had enough, and began to lightly trace circles on his sides until he finally calmed down, chuckling breathlessly. The Hero simply sat next to him silently as he collected himself, the man running a hand through his now disheveled hair.

“I’ve never been so embarrassed in all my life…” he said, his voice somewhat hoarse. His Silencer simply chuckled a bit, amused by the state they’d put him in.

“Over being ticklish? Come now, Lucien. It’s very endearing. Most people are at least somewhat ticklish, you know.” Lucien turned his head to look at them with a grin they could only describe as pure evil.

“Oh? You don’t say…”

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spnbaby-67 · 5 years

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Ghost Of You

A/N: And here is chapter one, of Ghost of you. This idea hit me the other night when I was thinking back on my own life, don’t ask long story lol. but I thought it would be a cool idea to write a different kind of series I haven’t tried yet. I’ll make sure if there is any warnings to label them correctly for you. I know i have several series that is in the works and I plan to get with them, I can’t help with the muse strikes to write.. Anyways, as always this is for pure entertainment, please do not copy and paste on other sites, its not cool..I mean no harm to anyone in the story especially Jensen. he’s an amazing person and I just love him and his family to bits. I do not know them personally, other than by what i have been reading on them. this is an AU so for the sake of this Jensen is SINGLE.. (I love Danneel but Jay’s single) I have no beta, and as I said before, I am using Grammarly which is aggravating at times because of how many times it asks me to change my sentence lol.. so hope ya’ll have a good one..

Pairing: Jensen and OFC Molly, Jensen and Reader (eventually),

Warnings: none other than a couple of cuss words.

Its a couple of days before Christmas Eve, and your home alone. Just you and the fireplace roaring a bright yellow ember heating the house to warm it up. The weather outside was cold and down to the low teens,19 degrees to be exact according to the thermostat. No snow as it never snows in Texas, but very cold. The coolness you felt when you walked in from next door, made your whole body shiver. So you decided to go too you're room to grab the blanket that you love to wrap up in on cold nights like this, then headed to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate. To set the mood further, you turned off the house lights and left only the lights on from the Christmas tree you had set up a while back with Molly. After your hot chocolate was made, you went to sit down on the couch, got comfy and turned the TV on to watch Supernatural. You had no family, no one to really go see, and no children yet; so to pass the time, and watch the one show you love.

You worked as a waitress down the street from your house, and your boss was kind enough to give all his employees a week off while he went home to visit family. But before having your week off, it was grueling and tiring. It was as if the customers knew you were going on a break and did there best to make sure you worked for it. Whatever could go wrong, did. You broke a coffee pot when it slipped from your hands as a customer bumped into you, spilling the hot liquid everywhere on him, you, then the rest on the floors. Your boss Earl yelled at you for letting it get on a customer because he came back that evening with a petition to sue. But later found out he was just a scam artist waiting for things to happen. Then, the worst was when you had a full plate of hot food fall everywhere when some kid thought it would be funny to slip his foot out to make you trip. Needless to say, you went home looking like Oscar the Grouch from Sesame Street with bruises to match. It was days like this that you want to look for other jobs or start your own business. But with money scarce right now and with things to pay, it was the only job you had at the moment, so you had to do your best to keep it.

Turning the TV on, you pull up the Netflix app since you really didn't care about cable or satellite, it just wasn't a major deal right now. Besides, Netflix was home to your favorite show Supernatural, and you could watch any episodes anytime you wanted to. You couldn't count the times on your hands how many times you rewatched the series from beginning to current since you found the show. It was your go-to when having a bad day, or when you felt you needed to see a particular pair of green eyes that made your insides jelly when you saw him. Dean Winchester was the one you dreamt of every night. He was the one who you felt the closest to of the two brothers. Your past was similar to his and the emotions you held back, as Dean does, knew you would be a Dean girl the moment you were introduced to Supernatural.

Watching the Christmas special episode, you felt for both of the brothers. You knew what it was like to grow up with one parent and them be gone half your life. Your mom passed away when you were 7 from cancer, and your dad was a businessman who bought and sold any business's that was going under and needed the funding, so he was gone somewhere for weeks at a time. You stayed with the live-in nanny, Molly then 20. She was the only person that you trusted and was there for you when you needed someone. She attended your school programs, after-school activities, and help you with your projects late at night even last minute. Molly let you get by with a lot of things, as long as it didn't get you in trouble. But when your dad was actually home, you had to remind yourself to be on good behavior.

He was very strict about dress codes in and out of the house, how you presented yourself to people, and he made sure your school work was to his liking before you went to bed. You weren't caught off guard when he died in an auto accident that took his life immediately when you were 18, yeah you had the sad feelings and mourned for him. It was a natural thing, however, at the same time, you didn't know what else to do. You were numb, confused, and more importantly, alone. Besides, Molly.

Your dad had left you a will that included everything to you when you turned 25. Which you with Molly's help, sold the only house you ever lived in and put the money in the bank for safe keeping. You put yourself through college and took basic courses, but decided college wasn't for you. It brought you down to the point you couldn't handle the stress of deadlines and term papers. You then decided it was time to move. Molly suggested somewhere where you can get a good job and a safe environment, so you moved to Austin, Texas. Where now, you lived in a one bedroom condo next door to Molly who followed along with you. She had no family either and no place to go, so you considered her a close friend or sister as you sometimes would tell people. Even though she was 12 years older, she still watched out for you.

Life was going good, but the loneliness does get you, especially on nights like this. You could hear the commotion coming from Molly's apartment, and at times it made you feel sad. But you didn't want to go over there because of how tired and exhausted you were from spending the day prior with her. So, Netflix, Supernatural, and Dean Winchester to the rescue.

Hearing someone tap on your door, you paused the TV a moment. Had a perplexed look on your face because you didn't know who would be knocking at a time like this. You got up, padded over to the door, with caution you opened it. "Hi? Is this Molly Jamison's house?" He asked politely.

Your eyes widen, your heart raced, "Holy shit!" You opened the door wider to make sure you weren't actually dreaming. "Y-your Jensen Ackles."

A smile appeared on his face, "I am, and your not Molly."

"Um, no. Molly, she's lives right there." You pointed to show the door of her condo. "She is so fucking dead, like extremely dead." You muttered under your breath hoping he didn't hear anything.

He turned back to face you, "I'm sorry, did you say something?"

You gulped, "Um, no. But Molly is in there though, you can," you paused a moment, "in fact, here let me get her for you." With nothing but your pajamas and cozy socks on, you go over to her apartment and open the door. "MOLLY!" You shouted over the noise and guest.

She heard you and came over to you. "Oh Fuck, Hi Jensen." She reached over to hug him.

"Hi Mols, long time no see." You thought to yourself as they hugged, that he hugged her a little longer than just a first time meeting him type hug, and not just some out of the blue hug. She was definitely in big trouble.

The look on your face was priceless to Molly, she wanted to laugh. It was not exactly the way she wanted you to find out about Jensen. But she knew she was going to have a lot of answers to questions that you knew you were going to ask. She stepped back to let Jensen go in, "Go on in Jay, everyone is here." She patted at his chest like she known him forever.

"Nice to meet you?" He looked at you questioningly.

"Um, Y/N." You managed to tell him. "You too have a good night."

You watched him go in and meet with the other people that you knew where there, and once he was out of earshot, you looked at Molly. "What the fuck? How the hell do you know Jensen Fucking Ackles?" You yelled above a whisper so others wouldn't hear you.

She bit her lip, "Go change, come over and I'll introduce you to him properly."

She saw you place your hands on your hips, "this," you pointed between you and her. "Is not over, by a long-shot. You are like so dead, so completely dead." You told her as you squinted your eyes at her.

Molly smiled, she knew what she was doing. "I'll see you in a bit," she winked at you then went inside her own apartment. Leaving you in the middle of the cold hallway until you came to your senses to go back inside your own apartment, to change and go back over there to hopefully spend time with Jensen Fucking Ackles.

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Seoul Limited and Forever with Babyz (Madrid)

I’m about half a year late, but I just want to share a bit of my B.A.P concert experiences both in Seoul Limited and Forever With Babyz tour in Madrid. You know, if anyone’s interested…

First of all, how did I get to Seoul? I applied for a month-long summer university program and I got a smaller tuition fee thanks to my schools being partner universities. Still, it took me about 5 years to get enough funds. I’m not going to talk much about that in here, but it was the most amazing time of my life. I do advise everyone not to ONLY go there for running after a potential Korean boyfriend tho. The culture is so much more than kpop-related fantasies.

Ok, on to the actual topic- B.A.P. While in Seoul, I did want to see the TS building with my own two eyes (so I’d know where to go to throw the tomatoes, haha). Therefore, one evening me and my fellow coursemate/ friend went to look for it, but apparently that day B.A.P and TRCNG had a practice there as it came out. When we approached the building, Zelo was chatting with someone in front of the house, but seeing us coming scared him off and he fleed to the building. I felt so sorry for him, because it must be a common occurrence for them to not get privacy even there by the way he reacted. So, I got nervous because I really wanted to have a picture in front of the building, but I didn’t want to be causing any discomfort to them. Me and my friend decided to take a picture real quick and I kinda got my two half-blurry pictures in front of the building.

Here’s potato me making TS surrender to the Matoki power:

When we stood back a bit, I saw TRCNG entering the house and we decided to leave. While we were walking away, around the corner came Himchan who was, for some reason, followed (basically cornered) by a bunch of blonde chicks (stalkers I guess?). Since I was a bit too close, for some reason I thought it would be really impolite if I didn’t say anything so I bowed and let out „annyeonghaseyo“ (It’s really weird to type it out like that). He answered me with a nod and when he had entered TS, some Korean fans who were following set themselves to wait outside the doors. That was the last we saw them as we moved further away from the place…

Before going to the summer program and buying the plane tickets to Korea, I didn’t know B.A.P would have a concert. When it was announced, I praed for the dates to overlap with my stay. I was incredibly lucky, because B.A.P’s first Seoul Limited concert was on the last day of my stay. The day itself was super-hot (38+ degrees) and I had a lot of troubles from moving out the dorms with all of my luggage etc. In the morning I managed to go to the venue to buy some merch (got myself a matoki whistle and a t-shirt). In the afternoon, there were already fansites distributing free merch (got also 2 banners, but I lost my shiny Zelo banner at the concert T_T).

The queueing was so different from European stops, where we camp in front of the venes. Here you had a number on a ticket and you just went and looked for your spot in the line and everything went smoothly. I actually had bought two tickets, because I was hoping for someone to go with me (and to get more people to appreciate B.A.P, lol). I did manage to get a friend from the program to come with me, so it was a success. The venue was really well ventilated and the sound system was great. B.A.P had a live band to back them up and they put on a great show as always. Too bad I couldn’t really understand much when they did their talking. In the crowd, there was a couple and B.A.P pointed at them and stated that „This is how you take your girlfriend out. You take her to a B.A.P concert !“, and they continued to chat for a bit. The best things from the concert- Coma rock version, Blind and small snipets from songs fans had selected as the ones they want to hear from B.A.P the most, watergun fight, new solos and tons of adlibs. Even though my ticket queue number was quite big, the stage was so well built that when idols came off from the main stage to those cat-walks, I had maybe only 2 rows of people in front of me making it the closest I’ve been at a concert.

This is basically how I saw them went they came near:

But there is one thing I found different from previous concerts. I don’t know if it was because I was really nervous about my flights and everything that day, but the crowd in Europe felt more passionate. I guess it is just in the way we cheer. I mean, their fanchants and everything was on point, but somehow it felt more calm and collected that I was used to. Either way, I loved that I could be there with OT6 and that Jongup released his cute MV for Annoying as a memory of that day. Oh, oh, and I finally got on Himchan’s fancam J. Really blurry, but I know it’s me. Thank you Channie!

Moving on to my Madrid experience. At first, I didn’t really plan to go to another tour because I’d already seen them this year, but the fact that there were tickets with best perks I never really managed to get before still available started creeping on me. I had to decide whether to wait for the mess that was Berlin ticket sale or settle for the Madrid one. I decided to save myself from the excess stress and take the Madrid VVIP. I don’t regret going one bit even though the Youngbros organisation was freaking awful. As VVIP holders, we were promised more time at the high-touch than VIP but nothing like that happened. The signed poster was actually just printed on and they had ran out of black beanies before even half the VVIPs could pass the counter.

Just a small look at the merch etc:

The worst thing was that they messed with B.A.P’s sound system so some time the microphones didn’t really work and the security guys didn’t pay any attention to people fainting in the crowd, which Daehyun and Zelo had to point out to them (Zelo tried to get their attention in Spanish, Daehyun wanted to stop the song to resolve the case) and Jongup threw his own water bottle to fans in need. The concert itself was really good (even though we still missed Bang and were chanting his name from time to time). I loved being able to hear Howler in it’s Spanish home and Zelo went wild with the butt-slaps and butt-wiggles. During Do What I Feel, he threw his towel to the crowd and guess who was the lucky one to catch it! It still has his makeup on tho :D.

Haha, towel-kun has seen some things... At this point I knew. For 5 years, I didn’t manage to choose a bias in B.A.P. That was the day my bias chose me (lolololol)

The only kind of OK clips that I got from the concert was Youngjae’s acapella “I’m happy” and Jongup’s “Try my luck”, because I was trying to enjoy the concert too much which resulted in my hands being extra shaky.

There was also a lottery where they chose a random number and a fan for every member got a small canvas bag with member’s drawing and autograph on it. And a hug. At some point, Youngjae managed to hurt his shoulder, I hope he is ok now. Them teaching us the fanchant for All the way up was pretty memorable since they almost booed Daehyun off the stage because he couldn’t contain himself and do the right thing. And Zelo just went like “OMG, it’s our song”. We also had a support project for Himchan where we held his banners and chanted his name.

My high-touch experience. While we were standing in a line, the organisers started to let B.A.P take their positions near the wall. To get there, B.A.P walked through a small bordered area which was right next to where some of us were queueing. I noticed Himchan and told him “annyeong” for which he raised his head, looked at me and just had the cutest smile ever on his face. I made Himchan smile, everyone! I don’t know if he noticed that this is the one person who never manages to greet him correctly (me in Warsaw, Seoul and now Madrid). He was also first in line at high-touch and he was still so extra smiley at me.

To sum up the high-touch experience, this is basically it:

B.A.P with their beautiful hands vs Me coming from a jungle

And then this 1 second you had to admire all the beauty

I mean, there were so many things I wanted to say (just one sentence to each member), but I couldn’t do anything because it was too fast. I tried to tell them stuff in English or Korean, but they tried to tell me stuff in Spanish and in English and it was honestly such a mess. It was so funny. Then right after we had the group photo so I fastened my steps and got next to Zelo. After everything I just had to go to him. I could tell he did something over my head while taking the picture since he was touching it, but I had no actual idea what. The picture turned out better than I expected. I am not really good friends with cameras, specially when I don’t even know, where the cameraman is or when the picture is exactly taken. Got the cutest photo ever and I will now officially present my short ass as “Zelo’s armrest” since this is what he used me as.

Tbh, I had to photoshop my face on the picture a bit, because the camera reflected on me so bad that I looked like a Christmas tree in a Colgate commercial. Literally.

Anyways, after the short time for pictures, I could pass by all of them again and thanked them, especially Zelo, when I turned around. I love them all so much and I had soft hours for days after we got to know that Zelo shouldn’t have even been on the tour but he insisted to come. Made it all 10 times more memorable and important.

I wish I could also go to Yongguk’s tour. I don’t know if it’s possible, because I have already emptied my bank account for them. So I guess we’ll see what happens. I hope he receives a lot of love and support anyways.

That’s it, folks!

#bap #b.a.p #bapinmadrid #seoul limited #concert experience

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xtattlecrimex-blog · 5 years

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Speaking Of Pretentious Pseudo-Intellectuals:

Let’s talk about internet psychologist @ravenstag-wytch who thinks she knows everything because she took a psych-101 course once and likes to use every cliche trope in the book to “internet diagnose” people with “problems” which if she knew anything about psychology at all she’d know she couldn’t do. So, here’s the little DM she sent me because well...she practically BEGGED me for attention while claiming I’M an attention whore, weird right? Here we go.

I find this message interesting for a few reasons.

Look at how she starts this whole thing like she’s about to write a fucking thesis, that’s how we already know we are dealing with someone who’s about to say a bunch crap that they have absolutely know education in.

1. There are posts on your blog in which you rant and rave about people not listening to you or reading your posts correctly, yet it’s very clear that you didn’t read mine. I never said that you said no other fandom was like this; I was simply pointing out the fact that all fandoms have the crazies (because it’s true).

Yes this is pretty much what the fandom uses to dismiss my argument they never read the rest of what I say which funnily enough despite all her accusations against me she still didn’t manage to see. Even in the original DM I sent her. Where I clarified that, I know there are crazies in every fandom that was never the point I was trying to make. What I was saying is the majority of the Hannibal fandom is crazy and that’s the difference. In larger fandoms, the crazy people are the minority not the majority so they can be more easily ignored. That’s not the case with the Hannibal fandom, and as such, the majority represents the minority who are mostly good people. Weird that she couldn’t finish reading all of that before jumping down my throat right? Moving on.

I’ve been participating in fandoms for about 15 years, so I know from experience. If anything, your response showed just how quick you are to jump on the defense, to the point where you don’t bother to finish listening to the other party.

Not true I read all of what you said and what they have to say but it’s very clear from this response you did not finish reading what I told you so you are literally projecting your own problems onto me and acting superior about it. Also if people are “experts” based on how long they’ve “been in fandoms” I’ve been doing it longer so I’m more of an “expert”. Just to clarify this is sarcasm, how long anyone has or hasn’t been in “Fandoms” doesn’t matter.

These are bad debate skills, and since you seem to have made an entire hobby out of being argumentative on the internet, you should perhaps brush up on debate etiquette; you simply look like a fool. Perhaps you know this, which is why you chose to PM me instead of reblog and make your defense public.

Bad debate skills? How? I read all of what you said, you didn’t read all of what I said before writing me an essay about everything wrong with me. I’m pretty sure you’re the one with bad debate skills. Also what debate were we even having? This wasn’t a debate. I thought she misunderstood my argument and my point about the majority of the fandom representing the group which makes the normal people in the group look bad. This isn’t a debate, why is she classifying it as such? To make her feel better? To make her feel like she won? Yeah probably. Also I didn’t reply in public because I thought it was more polite to discuss it privately not because I’m a coward or my only hobby is arguments on the internet? That’s a weird conclusion to jump to.

2. ...speaking of. I see another, quite long post on the “issue” of the Hannibal fandom being “obsessive”. I find this to be really interesting as well, considering that it’s very obvious that you are inherently obsessed with the Hannibal fandom (and in quite a negative way). You have put in more effort into your posts than some of us have on actually contributing to the fandom.

I type 90 words per minute anything you’ve seen me write took me 5 minutes at most and 99% of it is copy and pasted from things I wrote years ago and are being cross posted on this blog to get traffic to my website. So...really it’s not taking as much time as you think it’s taking.

I also see you make YouTube videos doing the same - again, a clear display of obsessive behaviour. That’s quite hypocritical of you, no matter how you look at it.

Have you watched any of these videos? No? Because the vast majority of these videos talk about people in the fandom running scams, preying on young girls, and stalking celebrities. The vast majority of the videos I have done are not about the show, not about the “general fandom” they are about criminals in the fandom and the crimes they are committing. Now I’m really sorry if it’s “obsessive” to want criminals to be held accountable for crimes they are committing but if it is, then I I guess I’m just a bad person. I’m assuming that you haven’t watched any videos or looked at one or two titles if that’s what you think my channel is about. Also, that channel has existed for I think 5 years? So those videos have gone up over a LONG PERIOD OF TIME not a week. That’s pretty normal non obsessive behavior. Might want to figure out the difference.

And as an aside... I had the wonderful opportunity of attending a Hannibal convention for the very first time this year, and I was overwhelmingly surprised at how incredibly lovely the people in this fandom are. Many times, I mentioned that I’d never been part of such a frictionless, bright fandom full of caring and just overall wonderful people.

Just because you’ve never had the experience I have that means I must be lying and it’s not true nor could it have possibly happened. Very mature outlook there. You are “sorry” I had this experience because your very small, only ever attended one convention with cult members was “normal” and “fun”. Except I’m willing to go out on a limb and say that if you found these people NORMAL and inviting you are exactly the type of crazy person I’m talking about and have been all along so lol why am I even trying?

So many people have said the same. I’m actually very sorry that you haven’t had the same experience. Regarding your claims about sanity/mental illness... First, I see no facts; only opinions. Please present your proof if you are going to argue a point (this goes back to debate skills - innocent until proven guilty and all that), and also be sure to include numbers since you are saying such things as “the MAJORITY”, etc. My experiences with this fandom have been exactly the opposite as yours.

Okay so now she’s repeated herself, and once again she’s trying to make the claim that because she’s never SEEN this happen it couldn’t have possibly happened and is demanding proof which I have all over my website and youtube channel which she’d know if she’d ever watched the videos but she hasn’t. She assumed the content of the videos, then assumed I was lying or something without bothering to do the research because her experience (and this is where the narcissism comes in) differs, she can’t even step outside of herself to see maybe she’s wrong.

And I hate to say this, but the only negative I’ve ever experienced in this fandom has been this one... I’ve never encountered someone who is simply so hateful about tearing people down who are just trying to enjoy something (fandoms are an extracurricular activity). If you dislike the fandom so much, just leave it alone. ‘

If you dislike what I’m saying so much how about you leave me alone? Furthermore if you were paying attention and I know you weren’t because you expect people to read what you have to say but don’t bother to listen to them, is that my major complaint with the fandom is how they let scam artists get away with scamming and sexual predators get away with finding victims that’s like 90% of the complaint which you’d know if you were actually paying attention to anything you saw me upload or write.

On the other hand, you have Mads Mikkelsen who attended RDC several times (you know, despite the fandom being “dead”) who continually says he would love to continue Hannibal (in fact, he and I spoke about this in person - don’t worry, I didn’t stalk him. It was at a PAID meet and greet at the con). Even during interviews for other movies and works he’s doing, if Hannibal is ever brought up he talks about how he loves the Fannibals and the show, and he would make time for it in a heartbeat if the opportunity comes up. This is a drastically different picture than, say, the Sherlock fandom (and I’m not trying to pick on them, it’s just what came to mind based on actual public evidence). So yeah.

Oh because celebs don’t publicly talk about it that means they aren’t bothered by it? Really? That’s your claim here because Mads Mikkelsen has never mentioned it he must have never been affected by it? Are you freaking serious right now? Costas Mandylor who still attends conventions to meet Saw fans has had problems with many stalkers and has never spoken up about it publicly. The only reason people know is because they know who these stalkers were in the fandom, by name, because they made themselves obvious. Think you have no idea what you are talking about if you think that the only proof of people being bothered by stalkers is if they mention it publicly. God DAMN you have a narrow minded view of the world don’t you?

I guess I just don’t understand your perspective based on the evidence supplied. I also don’t understand your very hypocritical nature, nor why you seem to be such an angry, hateful person. I feel sorry for you, living with all that negative energy. 😞

No actually you don’t understand my perspective based on the 2 seconds of “research” you actually did. The evidence is there, the proof is there, I have put it up and hilariously enough you’ve been to my youtube channel you’ve watched nothing, you’ve decided your opinion based on I don’t know, vague skimming you complain that I don’t listen to you or read what you have to say when I have done that, and then you pull the bullshit “pretending to care” when you don’t really care. It’s condescending and sickening. You are literally every problem I have with this fandom. The projection, the immaturity, the unwilling to listen to anyone who doesn’t parrot back what you hear from your echo chamber. You are 100% the type of Fannibal I have been describing this entire time and you fail to realize it because you are just as insane as the people you are attempting to defend.

So, sweetie, did I give you enough attention? Though I doubt you’ll read literally any of this since you put SO MUCH EFFORT Into trying to understand me before. (That was sarcasm it’s clear you are too dumb to understand that) and for the record I’ve politely approached several people like I have you on here to get a better understanding but you are legit THE ONLY PERSON who reacted this way. Maybe you need to consider that, sweetie. Hope this is enough for you because I don’t intend to give you more.

#Hannibal #Hannigram #Fannibals #Fannibal Family #NBCHannibal #Ravenstag-Wytch

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lalorrunningclub · 5 years

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Euroa parkrun tourism and camping trip...….

The much-anticipated Euroa parkrun tourism and camping trip came around quickly and saw 33 LRC members head north up the Hume Highway on Friday the 12th of April.

The first campers arrived mid afternoon and started setting up on the large green area the size of a football field nestled by the Seven Creeks Creek. The first tent to go up resembled the Taj Mahal and consisted of incense, faux fur rugs and cushions and many other glamping delights.

By 7pm all but one site and one cabin had been filled and we scuttled off to the camp kitchen to cook our dinner. Jim Wilson lit the most amazing camp fire, there were bottles clinking, disco lights and the karaoke begun.

It wasn't to be a late night was it Ali? We were all looking forward to attending Euroa parkrun in the morning. Morning came around and it was exciting to see everyone gather for the long 400m walk to the start of Euroa parkrun.

When we arrived we were given a personal first timers briefing by the Event Director and it wasn't long before 8am rolls around and we set off along the parkrun course.

The course was more trail and cross country then concrete path. Firstly we had to do a loop near the caravan park and then head out to a turn around point before returning to do the loop near the caravan park again and then head to the finish line where excitement was brewing as with our 33 members present Euroa parkrun was about to smash it's attendance record.

At the completion of parkrun we all walked up the road a few blocks to the Jumbuck Cafe where we were treated to a traditional country breakfast and service amongst the LRC members and the parkrun event team. The event director approached Mel and said "I'm sorry it may take us 8 hours to get the results to you as we believe there is an issue with the timer today." "Don't Fear" Mel said "Kaz is here" and Mel dropped Kaz into the shit to help the event director fix the results. Huge thanks to Kaz.

With the results done and posted it was time for us to pay our bill and head back to camp where some of us decided to jump in the car and check out the local Violet Town Market. The market was great, there was lots of things to see, lots of local produce to buy and even chef Huey was there with his sausage fingers selling hot sauce. From here it is believed that two cheeky LRC ladies headed to the pub for a frothy #diditreallyhappen and the rest headed home.

It wasn't long before night fell again, the campfire stoked, pizza ordered and marshmallows being cooked for all. It was time for some entertainment with a book called "Mum's don't fart" being read to the entire group Romper Room style and then candid interviews of all our camp kids proving to be very entertaining. We pumped up the Aussie rock classics and chatted around the campfire.

The night was still young and I witnessed Mel looking at her phone for something to do. "Arrgghhhhhh" She exclaimed "Let's play chubby bunnies" Mel opened a packet of marshmallows and called for a victim "who wants to play chubby bunnies?" Jackson was quick to put up his hand and the game was explained. You had to put a marshmallow in your mouth and then say chubby bunnies. You had to say chubby bunnies correctly to continue in the game. Insert another marshmallow without chewing or swallowing the first marshmallow and say chubby bunnies etc. etc. Jackson managed to fit 24 marshmallows in his mouth before the dribbling started and incorrect pronunciation of chubby bunnies was said. Kaz put her hand up to compete against Jackson but was only able to take 12 marshmallows. Good try Kaz.

It wasn't long till the group was split into two with one group heading to the pub and the other group staying by the campfire. Now it is believed that the pub group that enjoyed soda water, tonic water, hide and seek, star gazing, an Irish man called Rosie and a few laughs with the Euroa Football Team (hmmmmmm). They staggered back to camp at about 1am kept it quiet to not wake our fellow camp members made sure everyone was in their own tent/cabin safely and headed to bed.

At 6:30am Sunday morning there was not a stir at the campsite (except for some tooting and snoring). A 7am social run was looming but no one was to be seen. At 6:45am a few zips went up and runners/walkers came out of their tents. Ali, Nalini, Paula, Karen and Jim walked 7 kilometres around the Seven Creeks Trail whilst Crux, Ashish, Ciaran and Mel took off for a 15k run (I have no idea how Ciaran and Mel backed up a big night at the pub with a 15k run?) It wasn't long before all the runners and walkers returned and it was time to clean and pack up camp. With cars fully loaded, everyone said their goodbyes and the convoy started to head back towards Melbourne. Everyone was talking about where the next camping trip and parkrun tourism will be. Look out for details to be posted soon but in the meantime please enjoy the below feedback of the weekend by some of our campers.

1. Thanks Mel and everyone at LRC for creating a wonderful, fun, safe and relaxing camping environment catering for everybody from young to old; walkers to runners; non-drinkers to harden old timers. Something for everyone - do as little or as much as you want with no judgement and lots of stories to share for the rest of the year

2. Me and Melissa went on a run few months back and during conversation it came up that Me and Nalini have never been camping and as Mel is, she said let's do runcation including camping and the rest is history .We had a truly amazing experience. Thank you everyone.

3. Was so lovely that I could bring my family and each one feel so welcome... got a lovely feeling of extended family, which was so lovely being that we are from the UK so have no extended family here. Nice to check out a new ParkRun... maybe next time we'll brave a tent

4. Miss Madailein and I had an amazing weekend. Such a peaceful place (what noise complaint ) and loads of fun with my LRC family. I was stoked that I was able to spend time with some of the club members I wouldn't otherwise. Maddy said that she had a ball with the kids and puppy dogs and felt so comfortable with everyone. Thank you all for being the beautiful unique souls that you are

5. Jim the fire man said awesome weekend. No he didn’t he doesn’t say awesome but I do. He said it was great. And we are both ready for the next.

6. A great runcation with an awesome bunch of people. Lots of laughs and good times with some running added in.

7. Such an amazing experience, enjoyed Euroa parkrun and relaxing by the fire with the LRC Family.

8. It was great get to getaway and chill with my LRC fam bamboo!

9. My first ever camping experience was fun and full of laughter! However April fool was in full swing while I was drunk lol! Thanks everyone for baring me another time. Looking forward for more beautiful times together and yaaa thanks for free pizzzas

10. The LRC Euroa camping adventure was a weekend full of fun and laughs with a great bunch of people. A relaxed environment enjoyed by the camp fire with a few charred marshmallows... and of course you couldn’t miss the sea of red and blue as we represented at Euroa parkrun. And luckily for all involved I made it through the weekend without going into labour...

11. I love camping was so nice to share this experience with others. We had an awesome fire going an some good laughs. Enjoyed checking out Euroa Parkrun and the social run too.

12. "I didnt steal your beer Ali" Great weekend away at a beautiful location with lovely people!!! Great to get parkrun in and the long run with a lil bit of a sore head on sunday!! And Jim, the legend of the fire ,,, thanks a mil !

13. After a very stressful few weeks, this weekend away was exactly what I needed. Time away with friends in a beautiful location. I loved chilling around the campfire!! Highlight was definitely story time with aunty Mel followed by chubby bunnies!!!

14. What a wonderful weekend with my running family. Never thought I would enjoy camping, although I had an absolute ball. Jim and his fire, parkrun, sausage sizzle, apple ciders, marshmallows, kids laughing, friends chatting and hugs galore. What a runcation…. When is the next one?

#lalorrunningclub #lrc

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rfassholes · 7 years

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headcanon where the rfa-v-saeran are in love with MC but they're in an unhealthy relationship with someone else where suddenly physical abuse happens for the first time and MC is so traumatized that they end up flinching at something that the rfa+v+saeran do, that's how they find out about it. you choose if you want everything to end platonically or romantically~ gracias!!

I’m sorry that this took me so long, but I hope you like it! This one was definitely interesting for me to write. However, I would like to say that most of these end on lighter notes, even though they deal with abuse. I’m sorry if that comes off as romanticizing it in any way, but I assure you that that was not my intent. As it is a request based around the topic of abuse, there’s obviously abuse warnings

Yoosung:

You and Yoosung were going to hang out for the night and you were on snack duty, so you came to the dorm after stopping at the convenience store

He shouted a greeting through the dorm saying he only needed another five minutes while you were setting your wallet and keys down

When you walked over to his desk, it looked like he was playing rough map and he had headphones on, so you decided to stay quiet and look through a book that was on an end table

Once you had settled in to the other chair and started the novel, you noticed that he was banging his mouse slightly with how much he was clicking it

You tried to ignore it but then he started to practically yell at the monitor

At this point, you were curled up into the chair, an instinct to make yourself smaller

Yoosung turned around in his chair in exasperation while taking off his headphones then noticed how you were sitting as his eyes widened slightly

You were trying to speak but you couldn’t without stuttering slightly

“S-sorry, Yoosung. You just s-scared me a bit-t” “Nononono, MC! I’m really sorry for getting angry. Are you alright?”

Taking a few breaths before you were to explain, you started moving to sit normally

“Yoosung, please don’t think any different of me when I tell you this, alright?”

In response, he just nodded wildly, forgetting about his game

“So remember when Zen asked me if I was dating anyone, and I said I just got out of a relationship? Key words, got out. I was, well, it was abusive, and I didn’t want to talk about it. You’re the only one of the RFA I’m telling for now, so please don’t say anything yet. Anyways, they would always yell at me before they would physically hurt me, so I associate someone yelling with that. I didn’t, I didn’t mean to freak you out or anything. I’m sor-“

Yoosung was not having this, but didn’t want to make you any less comfortable so he tried to keep his face straight

“MC! Don’t apologize! It’s, it’s not your fault at all. I should be really sorry, and I am. I got annoyed, because I’ve been in this area for the past four hours, and I haven’t been able to get a drop. I’m really really sorry! I’ll try my absolute best to not yell around you again, MC” “Thank-thank you, Yoosung” “Can I, can I hug you, MC?”

You nodded slightly and he practically teleported he went so fast to the chair you were on to hug you

“You’re really strong for going through that, MC, and I promise I won’t tell anyone else unless you say it’s okay”

Nodding again, you let him stay like that for a few minutes before offering to get up and get the food so you could watch the movie

Once you noticed he was crying ten minutes in, you laughed slightly thinking about how considerate he could be and how he wouldn’t hurt you

Nice to know for our, I mean, the future

dAMMIT, MC

Zen:

You were staying at his home since he got injured again, mindlessly watching some random soap opera while chatting in the messenger

Jaehee: I can’t believe that Zen is doing three roles in different productions at once.MC: Yeah, he’s not home much, and when he is, he’s practicing linesJaehee: He can only work so much. I hope he doesn’t work too hard.MC: It’s more promo pictures anyways lolJaehee: Very true! The ones that came out today are already saved on my phone

The front door opened with Zen finishing up a phone call

MC: Be right back, Jaehee. He just got back, and he looks a little pissedMC has left the chatroom

“-Yes, have a good evening, Sir” “Hi, Zen! How was tonight’s rehearsal? You sounded exaspera-“ “It was awful. Nobody could get their shit together while starting the dance numbers, and the director kept yelling”

He went on for a few minutes, ranting while putting his jacket and bag up by the door and waving his hands around

While he was turning around to face you with his hand still moving, you flinched slightly

Zen stopped talking instantly and put his arm down just as quickly

“MC! Babe, I would never hit you. I’m so sorry that you would think that! I promise that I’ll never go off aga-“ “Zen, it’s fine. I didn’t think you would,” you paused to word this correctly, “It’s just what I’m conditioned to do. Like a habit”

Half of you wanted for him to drop it, another part wanted him to ask so that someone would know

Besides, you trusted him the most out of RFA anyways

Back to the present, Zen looked downright personally attacked by what you said

“Why,” he stopped to fathom what would make you think any of this, “Why would someone hurt you? Who made you act like this, because I swear I will-“ “Hyun, please stay quiet, so I can explain”

He stayed quiet and led you to the couch so that you could both sit down

“It-it’s my significant other. When they hit the bottle, they, well, they hit me. I just flinch now whenever it’s similar to that. Not-not saying that you’re like them-“ “No no, I know what you mean. I swear that I won’t treat you like that ever. Could you maybe tell me who they are, because I’ll fight them outside the Wendy’s”

(I’m sorry, I know it’s meant to be serious, but my mind went no. Wendy’s is a fast food chain that’s established in around thirty countries)

Laughing slightly, you pointedly told him no and said they were in jail anyways

After your conversation, you noticed Zen was being quiet and you knew something was up

Rather than push it, you just sat with him and continued to watch your shitty soaps

“Hey, ah, MC?” “Yeah?” “Would you maybe like to go out with me? I just, well, I realized that I thought you deserved far better than what your significant other is giving you, and I’d like to try to help. This kind of helped me realized how much I’d like to date you. I swear that I’ll take on any repercussions that they make”

well, hE Ck

Again, two parts of you were weighing your options

You may’ve just gotten out of a bad relationship, if you went with this, and it seemed like a pretty okay idea

“That sounds good, uh, yeah, yes, Zen. However, it might take me a bit to be fully okay with everything”

This boy looked sO HAPPY

“Really? I mean, yes, of course. No worries if you need time”

You both ended up crashing on the couch that night, with the dramatic shows still looping in the background

After you had been dating for a few months, you noticed that Zen hadn’t been drinking any alcohol whatsoever

You just smiled, content with the new life you were living

Seven: (Route spoilers right off the bat. I’m sorry! Based on what actually happens in the route, this’ll probably seem ooc, but I’m trying my best!)

After Seven’s acclaimed twin had left, you were pretty shaken up by the ordeal

Seven was acting really distant as well, and that wasn’t helping

Since he acted much differently on the messenger, you were sure it was your fault he was acting so cold

Trying to do something that could lighten his mood, you made some lunchIt may not be a bag of chips and a can of soda, but you figured this would be better

You walked up behind him and tapped his shoulder since he had his headphones on

He turned around far too quickly while yanking one half of his headphones to the side

“MC! Don’t bug me, you have no reason to, so just stop!”Around after he said your name, you dropped the plate at the slight outburst and he didn’t realize it until he stopped

“S-sorry, S-sev-seven!” you spoke hurriedly with a heavy stutter while you were getting on your knees to clean up the food and plate shards, “I-I didn’t mean t-to make you mad-d. I’ll, I’ll get this picked up as soon as possible”

You were surprised when he silently got off his chair to help but finished cleaning up what you could with shaking hands

Going to get a trashcan, you heard him mumbling “stupid” and “an idiot” and thought the worst then subconsciously prepared to get yelled at while dragging it to where the plate was dropped

Seven, on the other hand, was trying to figure out why he was clouded enough to not realize that you had been abused earlier

Granted, you didn’t talk much about it through any messaging service or social media and didn’t join any support groups or the like, but he still should’ve known to avoid all this

“Seven? I, I know you’re angr-“ “MC, it’s alright. I didn’t mean to make you panic; I didn’t realize what had happened for a few seconds. I’m an idiot for shouting when you were just bringing me food. Even stupider for having you pick up most of it”

He smiled sadly for just a second before bending over to get all of ceramic and food mess into the bag while you were silently standing, stunned

“MC? Is everything alright?” You nodded as if you were shaking something off “Yeah, yeah, I just thought you were going to slap me or something. I mean, I made a huge mess and you were already pissed at me and I was getting in the way and-“ “MC. I would never, ever slap you, okay? You’re never in the way, alright? I’m trying to keep all of this together right now, and I shouldn’t have snapped when you were trying to take care of me”

You were confused because you were certain that he was only going to start yelling in a few seconds

“But you were calling me stupid and an idiot when I went to get the bin?” “No! Nononono, MC, I was calling myself that, because I hadn’t put it together until then and I make you panic” “Put what? Oh, uh, yeah” “Yeah, I won’t ask you anything about it unless you’d like to tell me, but I understand. Personal experiences are shitty”

Seven offered another slight smile before going to speak again

“I’ll try my absolute hardest to not do something like that again, I swear to God. Nobody deserves to go through that, and especially not you. I’m going to drop whatever stone cold bitch façade I was using to tell you this right now, I care about you a lot, MC. Like a whole fuck ton, and I was pushing you away, because I’m really, very dangerous. I know that I keep saying that, but with the people I’m working with, I can’t have someone that I care about. However, I promise you that once everything is sorted out, I’ll be able to act better for you”

Once again, you were silently stunned at the apology and confession he just gave

You moved to hug him and he did just that, keeping you as tightly as he could for a few seconds

“Thank-thank you, Seven” “Absolutely”

Jumin: (Also one filled with route spoilers, sorry)

While you were staying at his apartment, he noticed that you were frequently texting someone and you always seemed to be wincing whenever it sent

As a matter of fact, he saw you wincing a lot whenever you bumped into something or got up

Jumin didn’t want to push it, but when he kissed you in front of the Chois and you tried to push him away as fast as possible, he decided to ask once they left

“MC, I am so deeply sorry for doing that. I pushed myself onto you, and it is completely unforgivable. Even though I want to keep you safe here, you can most definitely leave if you wish. I can’t believe I would do that to you, but I don’t have a good grasp on reading your emotions and I sincerely apologize for my actions” “No, it’s alri-“ “MC. What I did was horribly wrong. Don’t feel bad for leaving whatsoever” “Jumin, listen for a second. My reaction made it seem like I was disgusted, but don’t get the wrong idea. I’m sure this is confusing, so just give a little bit to explain”

He looked really confused but just nodded and gestured to the living room so that you could speak sitting down

“Jumin, I’m going to straight up tell you that I didn’t mind that you kissed me. It was how. I’m currently in a relationship-no, don’t freak out over making me “unfaithful” or anything-that’s quite abusive. My partner constantly forces me to do things with them. They’re who I’m texting, because they’re angry that I haven’t seen them in the past week. They’re also the reason I’ve got bruises on my sides. It scared me a bit when you did that randomly, but I don’t want you to think that I want leave right now, especially when it’s to keep me not dead”

Jumin nodded in response, but he didn’t look confused anymore; he looked both downcast and angry

“I can’t believe someone would do that to you, MC. Please tell me you’ll get away from them soon. I can’t stand to think of you getting hurt that way and forced to do things like that for them. If you need me to help with contacting someone or lawyers, I assure you I’ll find the best internationally for you. If you’d like to continue whatever we’re doing right now, I swear that I’ll always ask before I do anything and make sure it’s alright”

At the moment, you didn’t realize you were crying silently, but it wasn’t out of sadness, no, it was joyful

“Thank you, Jumin. That’s more than enough. Could you help me write a script of sorts for when I call them to dump them?” “Most definitely, MC. Anything I may do to help” “And Jumin?” “Yes?” “I’d quite like to continue what we’re doing”

He looked slightly surprised at what you said and eager to help you draft your phone call

After nearly an hour of deleting and rewriting what you were to say, you collectively decided to fuck it and just call

You were greatly anxious but Jumin’s presence was calming, especially the fact he was whispering encouragement while the phone rang

“Yes, hello…No, that won’t be necessary…I called to tell you to go fuck yourself…You heard me perfectly well…Because I’m not putting up with this anymore…Not only is it disgusting, you can’t do anything to stop the fact I’m leaving or the fact I found someone else…Yes, he’s quite nice. Would you like to speak to him?”

You swore that you had never heard someone monotonously swear that much and you were silently laughing while Jumin was using explicits every other word in the Business Guy voice

He hung up after you gave a “Bye, bitch!” and you broke down into laughter and speaking in between it

“Thank-oh God-thank you, Jumin. You-fuck, that was hilarious-you helped me out more than I can imagine, and this is probably the hardest I’ve laughed in months. Seriously, thank you,” you decided to mimic his Business Guy voice, “Mr. Han”

This time he started laughing too and that fueled you to continue

Definitely something to remember

After you both had calmed down, you were both silently looking at the other fondly

“MC?” “Yeah, Mr. Han?” “Sh-shut up” “Make me”

You stopped for a second, thinking about the invitation you just put out there

“Can I kiss you?” “Yeah, you dork”

Scratch what you said before, this was something to remember

While you were at the party, V had noticed that you had someone else with you, but assumed it was your current partner

The fact that you had someone had him crestfallen, but he reminded himself that they made you happy and that’s what matters

Oh boy

Little did he know, you were getting yelled at outside for interacting with one guest and that “cotton candy-haired asshole” too much

That is, until a security guard came up to him mid-conversation and informed him of two people outside

He decided that he wouldn’t be told if they couldn’t take care of it, so he followed them out to see you trying to get absorbed by the outside of the building and someone yelling at you

“Excuse me? Why are you harassing, MC, the coordinator of this event?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, you blue-haired fuck” “Yes, I quite would like to know if you could stop being a jackass”

No matter the fact that this was serious and you weren’t a six-year-old, you snickered quietly at the fact he swore

“Actually, you’re not worth my time. MC, could you explain please?” “Oh, uh,” you glanced at your partner and smirked just a bit, realizing you finally had witnesses, “Jihyun, this is, this is my abuser. They were trying to act possessive by shouting at me out here. Actually, they were telling me that I can’t talk to you or take care of my job”

V had already blanked at the word abuser, now fueled with hatred but keeping the calm appearance

“They, they’re your what? Never mind, I already heard it. MC, I’m getting you out of that arrangement as soon as possible”

He simply nodded to the guard that had brought him to the scene then offered his arm to you so that he could take you back inside

While you were walking back, realization of what you had done was settling in and you started to visibly shake

“MC? Is everything alright? Never mind, another stupid question. Hold on for just a second”

He had you sit at a table that was near the entrance where the least people were and got you a glass of water from a server walking by

“What you did was really brave, alright? You were able to do in a couple of seconds what I couldn’t throughout an entire relationship and then some. I promise that I’ll keep you protected from them,and they will never be allowed to come into contact with you again, okay? I swear that on my life”

Nodding with a shaky smile, you drank some of the water and thought everything over again

“Thank you, really, V, thank you. For helping me end that and helping me calm down”

After you conversed about random things for a while just to calm down, he escorted you back to the main area where everyone else was

Seven walked up to the two of you with a grin on his face

“What were you two up to? Screwing in the bathroom?”

You glanced over to see a red-faced Jihyun and you could’ve swore you heard him mumble “I wish” to which your face also heated up

“L-Luciel!” “That’s my name! Plus, I heard what you just said, V!” “No, you didn’t” “Keep lying to yourself!”

Seven left with a cheeky wink and the both of you blushing wildly like awkward teenagers

Hmm, not a bad idea, though, Seven

wait shit

You said that aloud

“Yeah, not bad at all, Luciel”

You ended up getting winked at again with your face feeling hotter than before

Saeran:

You came over to hang out with Seven at the bunker while Saeran was staying there

Turns out, Seven got assigned some new project and had to start it right away, but you didn’t feel like going back to your apartment

“Hey, Saeran?” “What do you want now?” “Bitch, I walked through the door and I haven’t even spoken to you today” “…Fair point. Continue”

“Since your brother’s working, do you wanna do something?” “Like?” “Watching shitty movies with ice cream?”

Ice cream was the way to Saeran’s heart so he agreed upon the mention of it

You were at least 87% sure he wouldn’t have agreed if there wasn’t ice cream involved

Going to the kitchen, you noticed Seven brought his equipment out into the living room

You were kind of confused, considering he’d probably want to be somewhere with no distractions

Saeran, on the other hand, glared at him

You were going to the freezer get a gallon out while you heard the brothers bickering

“What’re you two talking about?”

Seven flatly said “You” while Saeran hurriedly said “Nothing!”

The red-head earned another glare when he gave a thumbs up to you

You just shook your head with a smirk while getting a scoop from a drawer along with two bowls

“Seven? You want any?” “Only if I’m allowed to put chips on it”

Half-laughing and half-sighing with a smile, you got another bowl while Saeran walked into the kitchen after telling his brother to “just fuck off already”

You were getting the bowls filled when Seven started yelling out and swearing at his laptop

The scoop clattered to the floor when you had jumped at the sudden outburst

Saeran looked bored by it, but when he saw how panicked you looked, you couldn’t quite place what emotion he was displaying

“Uh, you alright there?” “What? Oh, uh, yeah, yeah, the yelling just sorta reminded me of something” “Are you sure you’re alright?” “To be honest, no, but can I tell you later?”

He nodded and bent down to get the scoop before rinsing it off and finishing getting everyone’s food

You brought the bowls to the couch and set Seven’s next to him cautiously while warily looking at him

Saeran made an assumption, but decided to just wait for you to explain

Seven gave a quiet thanks and you still looked slightly panicked but Saeran tried to distract you

“MC? Come sit by me” “Al-alright?” “What do you want to watch?” “Oh, whatever you pick is fine”

He shrugged and flipped through channels until deciding on some psychological thriller type movie

Once he noticed his brother put his headphones on, he decided to ask about it

“Could you explain now? I don’t think Asshat over there is listening if that’s what you’re worried about” “Yeah, I-I can; just please don’t react harshly. Right now, I’m in a relationship that I’ve kept from RFA, and Seven shouldn’t have been able to tell either. It’s fairly abusive towards me, and when your brother shouted, it reminded me of last night’s beating. I, well, I get kind of worried when I mess stuff up, so I thought he’d be mad at me even though it was only his work. But, yeah, that’s why loud noises make me react like that”

He stayed quiet for a few seconds before speaking quietly but clearly

“I will fucking kill them, MC” “Saeran! No, it’s-“ “Don’t say it’s alright; we both know it isn’t. How dare they hurt you?” “Saeran, I’ll get out of it soon. It’s just-“ “MC, as much as I would like to stay calm about this, it’s not ‘just’ anything. You shouldn’t be treated like that, and I want your abuser six feet under”

Knowing that he could very easily murder them, you tried your best to get him to stop thinking about it

Finally, he got quiet again and you were able to relax back into the couch

“MC?” “Mhm?” “Could you-I can’t believe I’m asking this-could you lay by me? I would just hug you, but I don’t want to hurt you, since you’ve got injuries” “You’re a fucking dork, you know that right?” “Just be quiet and come over here…if that’s alright” “Of course it is”

After setting your bowl to the side, you moved over to be by him

“Is this better, Saeran?” “Much” “Good, ‘cause I feel safe like this” “Really?” “Mhmm, its nice to be by someone that has a comforting presence” “MC, I literally kidnapped you” “Yeah, but okay, yes, you kidnapped me” “See?” “I can’t explain it, but I like being by you” “Me too”

You both stayed like that until the credits rolled and Seven was giving his brother another thumbs up

Once you were sure Seven wasn’t paying too much attention, you spoke again

“Thanks, Saeran, for giving me someone who I could confide” “Anytime, MC. Though the murder offer still stands” “I don’t need you winding up in prison, alright?” “Seems fair. Can we still at least trash their car?” “Oh, hell’s yeah” “Now?” “Now”

You both got up while smiling wildly and Seven just stayed focused on his work

Saeran grabbed his jacket by the door and told his brother that he was going to go slash some tires

Walking to your car, you opened his door and bowed sarcastically before going to your seat and starting up the car

Smashing those windows and scratching in words and cutting up tires made you feel the happiest you had been in a while

After you both got back in the car and headed back to the bunker, it was nearly two am, so you decided to stay over

“Hey, MC?” “Yes, Saeran?”

You noticed that he stayed quiet and looked up to seeing him with a slightly red face

“Mind staying with me tonight?” “Not at all”

I really hoped that you all liked this one, but I will gladly change anything that isn’t right or add something that you would like. I hope you all have good mornings/afternoons/evenings, and much love to you all!

#mm headcanons #mm requests #yoosung kim #mystic messenger zen #zen mystic messenger #jumin han #v mystic messenger #saeran choi #saeyoung choi #707

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