#I'll reply to the next response with em... probably

[deepseabunnies-blog]

Fluffball shakes their head.

"NOTMYFRIENDCOMPANIONNOTMINE"

They tug lightly at the human's hair.

"FRIENDBELONGINGIS█████BELONGTO█████NOTMINE"

Oh look, it's a human- AND FLUFFBALL???

"Wahwa!"

Fluffball waves from on top the human's head.

< @deepseabunnies-blog >

(I'm not sorry lol)

*"..............Fluffball? Why are- WHAT are you doing????"

*"....And who is... this? Do... I know them? Ah, goodness.... this brain fog is truly beginning to become an issue..."

*"...I'll just check... if they recognize me, then im sure they'd be thinking something about it... then that'll be an answer..."

*...

*Eyefest falls quiet, as her expression twitches into one of sheer concern, but holds her (nonexistent) tongue in silence.

*"I-I guess not, oh dear..."

*"Anyways, Fluffball... how have you been...?"

[moongumi]

I love the idea of a perv ghost or graves. like stealing underwear and shit but the reader is into that 🤤

a/n: why not both ehe, grave's a little different i didn't want it to be so similar to ghosts'

not proofread!

↳ ⁀➷ ∵  ❝they like your drawers❞

∵ GHOST ∵

It wasn't uncommon for you to lose your drawers, you often did your laundry in big loads at the end of the week and sometimes they just go missing. But it was that last time, it irked you.

You walk into the laundry room after a long day of doing paperwork, the boring stuff to get your clothes from the dryer. on base the entire building would share the laundry room so it wasn't uncommon to run into different people, you didn't really expect to run into the LT though.

"Sir." You say, walking past him on his way out. He replies to you with a brisk nod. Then when you look at the machine you were using it was slightly open, what the hell?

You got your items, folding your uniform and pyjamas to find all your underwear missing. You groan, rolling your eyes. It couldn't have been him, right? Why the hell would he want—unless he fancied you but...it's Ghost, he wouldn't—well he might actually.

You're only annoyed because you're running out of panties.

The next time you run into him in the laundry room again but this time you're sat right in front of the laundry machine, waiting for the wash to finish to move your clothes to the dryer. You came later than usual, the time you tend to finish doing laundry to try to catch the culprit and well, Ghost stands there frozen as if he wasn't expecting you here.

"Evening, LT."

Ghost grumbles, but responds. "Sergeant."

"Doing laundry?" You ask, looking down at his empty hands with your brows raised. It was obvious now that it was him. Even with his mask and unreadable posture you can just tell.

You stand up leaning against the laundry machine as you unload your wet clothes into the dryer waiting for his response.

He only huffs, muttering to himself incoherently.

You finish your task and take leave your basket a top the dryer, it would take about an hour and half to finish the drying so you were going to leave, do something else while you wait.

You made sure to bump into Ghost on your way out, apologising insincerely, "Sorry, Sir. I should be more careful."

He doesn't say a thing, taking your impact like a tank. You don't see the way he lets out a massive sigh of relief not being caught, or so he thought. When you're gone he felt a bulge in his pants—not the usual bulge but something in the pocket of his cargos.

He reaches in with his bone painted gloves, ragging out a handful of unwashed underwear. He gulps, looking at them. He can't help the way his cock twitches at them, usually he gets them washed—dried but...these were fresh. He can't help but imagine how he was going to fuck his own fists with your panties buried in it. There is a handful of them, he was definitely going to pretend to eat you out with the fabric on his face later.

∵ GRAVES ∵

Your commander is annoying, he talks too much and can't keep his opinions to himself.

It was when you were leant over in the cockpit looking over at the pilot's dashboard. You look behind you, "We're approaching five klicks from target, Commander!"

It's the look on his face, the way he probably didn't even hear you. He's just looking at you with that shit-eating grin on his face. "You wear a thong to work, Lieutenant?" He smirks, looking back at his shadows shamelessly. "Boys, LT. wears the cutest little thong under her uniform."

Your eye practically twitch. Under your mask you sneer with annoyance as he laughs along with the team. You stand, walking back towards the cabin. "Anyone that laughs, I'll make sure doesn't come back alive." After all, you were above all their ranks but Graves.

They all shut up almost immediately, watching the way you glare daggers into Graves as you sat down. Graves lets you order the boys around, scare 'em. It's good practice.

He still smiles, that little shit. He takes his helmet off and sits down right next to you, purposely right up against the side of your body and hits your leg with his teasingly.

"Got anymore of 'em?" He whispers, his head bumping into yours.

You grunt, crossing your arms. "Shut up."

"You never wear 'em for me."

You scoff, looking him in those pretty eyes of his. "Cause, you don't deserve my nice underwear. I only wear 'em for special occasions."

"Who the fuck are ya wearin' em for then?" He's got a stitch in his brow. You like pissing him off, like pissing off a chihuahua but this dog bites pretty damn hard.

You lean towards him, bumping your forehead against the side of his head. "Who knows, maybe the captain of that team you hate so much."

"Don't you fuckin'—"

You stand to interrupt him, you can feel him seething next to you. "Let's go shadows! Let's take this fuckin' place."

During the mission you can hear how irritated Graves seemed and especially when he stands with you by his side giving Task Force 141 some respect after completing the mission with them. He keeps looking at you from the corner of his eyes as if daring to you fuckin' say something right now to the Captain.

You stand there popping your hip with your hand against the end of your rifle as it acts as a support, you turn your head pretending to make eyes at the Captain and overly nodding. "It was nice serving by your side, Captain."

You can hear Grave's kiss his tongue over his teeth. When you see him from the corner of your eyes his jaw was tight, clenching.

When the Captain gives you his regards, a flirty smile and a nod with his hat you beamed, more at the thought of how mad Graves probably was. It's when you stand and wave towards their squad that you feel Graves coming up to your side, his hand rolling up your hip before he grips it tightly.

You can feel his fingers looking for something, but he can't seem to find it. His brows furrow. Your hand comes up beside him, dropping his prize into his hand. "You wanted it right?"

You smile under the mask pushing off him. He holds it in his hand and you think you can see his cheeks redden. But then he notices you're walking away from him. "Where the fuck are you going?"

"To show that Captain how good my ass looks without 'em on." You point to the panties in Graves' hand and you swear you can see steam coming out of his ears.

He practically chases you down, grabbing you by your belt and holding you against him. You could feel it, pressing against your hip.

"You like making me jealous, don't you?"

"I like seeing you possessive, Sir, " You remark before nodding towards the panties still in his grip. "I'll need those back."

"Nah, they're mine now." He brings it up to his face, pressing his lips against them. "You can ride on the helo back without 'em. maybe instead my hands between your legs, hm?

[asgwendollie]

ָ࣪ 𓏲⋆.ָ࣪ 𓏲⋆.ָ࣪ 𓏲⋆.

treasure.

Simon Riley + preteen!daughter

tw: none(?)

a/n: im basically writing what i wanna read. honorary mention to @chaosandmarigolds for giving a bit o' help:) pretty long, don't know how many words but probably around 1k?

this idea has been in my head for AGES now, so glad i finally wrote it💗

Simon's girlfriend died. the 141 knew that. his girlfriend died that night along with the rest of his family. except for his one singular gem that he treasures the most. you, his daughter that the killers that night did not see nor hear because you were at the neighbor's house. that was when you were 5 years old, since then, Simon has done everything in his power to protect you. even as far as not telling anyone but Laswell about you.

you're now 12 years old. having gone through alot already, you're more mature and sassy than most of your peers. which leads you to this situation...

you were on the couch with your laptop open when you hear a knock. you walk to the door and open it to be greeted with three bulky men, one looking seemingly older than the other two.

the one on the middle has a...Fishers hat? he also has a beard, which is, what you assume, makes him appear older. "this dude could be a grandpa..." you thought.

the one to your left has a weird mohawk. yeah, thats all you can say about him. the one on the other side looks more tolerable, but his cap does wanna make you laugh your ass in front of him for it.

"Hi, who are you?" the grandp— the one in the middle asks. "I'm sorry, shouldn't i be asking you that? there are three, large, bulky men on my doorstep. none of which who are familiar to me." you replied, in your sassy voice, ofcourse.

your dad told you not to talk to strangers, they're strangers, aren't they?

"sorry—I'm Johnny, but i prefer to be called soap. this is John and Kyle. now can we know what yer name is, bonnie?" Johnny speaks up. you scoff. "fine. its y/n. y/n riley. that's all I'm telling you. and what the hell kinda name is soap?"

at that, the three of them glance at eachother in both shock and confusion. "what?" you ask. "your last name's Riley?" Gaz asks. "yeah, what about it?" you cross your arms, getting slightly defensive.

behind their back, you see your dad's truck pull up the driveway, the three men in front of you also noticing. you speed-walk to your dad and point to the three men. "Dad, these guys are tryin' to kidnap me." you say nonchalantly. he looks behind you and sees his captain and his two sergeants. "honey, they weren't tryna kidnap you. those guys are my teammates." he says as he walks to the trunk of the car and hands you two grocery bags. "now, bring these inside and I'll talk to 'em. 'kay?" he pats you head as you nod, walking back to the house.

"so, simon. when were ya gon' tell us ye got a daughter?" soap's scottish accent rings out. they glance at simon's balaclava-less face, because they don't usually see him without that damn balaclava, but also because they await a response from him. "to keep her safe...only Laswell knows abou' her. she's the only thing i have left. my treasure." simon clears his throat to ease the silence. "so, why are you guys 'ere anyway?" simon asks.

"i actually came here to ask for advice, and then i saw soap already standing at your door, saying something about a teatime catch-up? but anyway, he called price over, faking that your pipe was broken. and when he came up, we knocked on your door and y/n answered it." as gaz finishes his explanation, you walk back out the door. "so...are you all gonna come in or not? because i didn't stop binge watching heartstopper on netflix for nothing." you say as you chew on a french fry Simon had got for you, per your request.

they all walk in, and take a seat on the couch, Simon quickly preparing drinks for them. as Simon takes a seat next to you, Price speaks up. "so y/n, how old are you?"

"I'm 12." you answer blatantly. "y/n, be nice." your dad whispers to you. "you got any hobbies?" Soap tries to make conversation.

you playfully glare at your dad before answering soap. "i like to play the guitar, i like to paint, and crochet sometimes." you answer again, trying to put a less boring tone to your voice.

it goes like this for a few minutes, everyone just exchanging laughs and conversation. maybe they're not so bad after all...

[greatbritishsimchallenge]

Frankie headed to the bar and threw a few coins from her winnings onto the table while the barkeeper poured her a shot of rum. Next to her was Mark Eggleston, another of the locals - though this time one whose company gave Frankie confusing feelings that she couldn't completely name nor feel comfortable with.

"You aren't gonna get that ship any time soon if you're gonna rely on beatin' happy idiots at cards," said Mark.

Frankie smirked at him, "Are you eavesdropping on my private conversations? Why don't you just come and say hi if you want to talk to me so badly?"

Mark smiled back and replied, "just tryna look out for you, princess. Out here, there's more sharks on land than in the water. The meek are nuffin' but shark bait. You want your dream ship to happen, you're gonna need to be strong - ruthless, even."

"Thanks for the warning," Frankie replied sarcastically.

"Mock all you like, princess. Yer tough talk and dirt under yer nails might fool some, but that posh accent and them sparkly teeth ain't foolin' me. You don't know shit about tryna survive against the odds and even less about what it takes to make yer dreams come true. If you want something, you do whatever it takes to make it happen. End of."

Frankie ordered another shot and said to the barkeeper with a face of serious concern, "Do I have 'in the mood for a self-righteous lecture' stamped on my forehead?"

As the barkeep laughed and shook her head, Frankie shrugged nonchalantly. Mark curled his lip, half in amusement and half in angry offence.

"Yer quick, I'll give you that," he said. "Probably got more brain cells than half the fools in here put together. But don't go pushin' away people with good advice who just wanna help," Mark leaned in closer to Frankie and said, "You could be a half decent captain if you wanted."

Frankie breathed in the musk of booze, smoke and sweat that emanated from him. She heard her voice soften as she replied and hated herself for it, "half-decent, huh? Way to make a girl feel special."

Mark returned her tone in kind, "Do you want me to make you feel special?"

Frankie held his gaze for a moment and felt that all too familiar, confusing feeling building. Worried that Mark would notice her flushed chest, she pulled back and turned from him, "Fine. I'll bite. How does a strong and ruthless person get a ship, oh wise one?"

Mark necked his drink, "Easy. Sell them pearls round yer neck. You'd 'ave the money for a ship within the hour."

Frankie rolled her eyes at the obvious suggestion and took another shot, "Not an option."

Mark scoffed, "just what I thought. Runaway princess can't bring 'erself to sell the last little piece that reminds her she's got better breedin' than anyone else on this island."

"I'm no snob," Frankie replied, irritated. "Nor, for that matter, am I princess."

"You ain't like the rest of us, though, are ya?"

Frankie didn't reply, but Mark smirked to see how much he had irked her.

"Can't part with mummy's pearls? Then go to plan B - the happy idiot," Mark nodded towards Knox. "'Is mums ain't gettin' any younger and they own a decent size tradin' ship. You could steal it right from under 'em and they'd be too old or - or in Knox's case, too stupid - to catch after you. Or, you wait till they kick the bucket and convince Knox to hand it over to you."

Frankie frowned, "Be a shark."

Mark nodded, pleased that Frankie seemed to be agreeing with him. "Go fill yer belly with some tasty bait."

Frankie pretended to deeply consider his question and then replied, "There's just one problem."

Mark raised an eyebrow waiting for her response. Frankie frowned and sighed and hesitated as if preparing to divulge a heavy, difficult thought.

"I've always seen myself as more of a dolphin."

Mark pursed his lips angrily as Frankie smiled mischievously and pushed back her chair to leave.

Outside the bar, Frankie looked out to sea and thought over everything he had said. Was he right? Did she need to become more ruthless to have a hope at achieving her dream?

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[hiramaris]

Kiss It Off Me

CHAPTER 3

Chapter Summary:

'Next time,' she promises herself. 'I'll take a photo of her.'

Pairings: Haley x Fem!farmer

Disclaimer:  I do not own Stardew Valley or any of the related characters. Stardew Valley is created by and owned by ConcernedApe. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original Stardew Valley story belong to ConcernedApe.

Warning: None so far? Just Haley being her usual self

Gif from weheartit.com

Spring 6

"Em."

No response.

She tried again, this time a little louder.

"Emily."

Still nothing.

Her eyes twitched in mild annoyance, frustration simmering within her as she tried to get her sister's attention. Haley didn't have the patience to deal with this anymore.

"Emily!" she practically shouted, her voice echoing in the small room.

"What?" Thank Yoba she finally looked up from her sewing machine. Haley's already seconds away from leaving her room and just stew about this stupid problem for the rest of the week.

She probably could but nooo, the guilt has been eating her for days already!

Haley's not one to apologize, she didn't even know how. Emily already told her the mechanics and only Yoba knows how long she's been practicing her lines in front of her mirror. The last time she was this distressed was when her parents suddenly thought it was a good idea to move here without even asking if she and Emily were okay with it.

She'd done the hard part and she didn't even know if her apology will be as heartfelt as Emily would expect, but there was a problem.

One she can't do alone without looking pathetic. 

Emily doesn't even have any idea how much pride Haley had to swallow just to barge and sit here in her hippie room and on her just as hippie bed surrounded by her Yoba awful wallpaper, and ask for help for the second time this week. 

"It's the farmer," she finally responded quietly. She had been stalling for time, hoping that Emily would somehow magically understand what was going on.

Oh, god why is this so difficult?

"The farmer?" Emily repeated, her eyes narrowing with confusion. Haley winced at the thought of having to say the words aloud.

"She's avoiding me."

"Avoi–" Emily stopped herself as she gave Haley an incredulous look. "Now you're just being ridiculous, sis. Have you not been wearing the rose quartz ring I gave you?"

"No?" Haley replies, confused.

What's a stupid stone got to do with her problem?

"It's been days and I haven't caught even a glimpse of her hair," Haley flail her hands wildly in frustration. "This town is no city. How the hell could I have missed her? How am I supposed to apologize to someone who keeps hiding?"

"Slow down, Hay." Emily finally abandoned her little project and proceeded to sit beside her. "I haven't seen Y/n/n for over two days either. Maybe she's just busy with the farm?"

"Y/n/n?" Haley's immaculate brow shot up in surprise. Emily's already on a nickname basis with the farmer? And what did she just say? "Two days ago?" She questioned.

The last time Haley saw you was that embarrassing incident, and that was three days ago.

Okay, if Haley wasn't sure before, she's definitely sure now. The farmer is indeed avoiding her.

Why else Emily was able to see you and Haley couldn't?

"Yeah, she visited the saloon." Emily remained oblivious to her sister's inner turmoil. "She's super cool and has already made friends with Leah. They even came together. Even Shane and Pam seemed to warm up to her immediately."

"Leah?" Haley repeated, eyebrows raising even further than possible.

She's not all that surprised with Pam and Shane. Despite their slightly hostile personality, they are pretty much the easiest to impress if Haley would dare to try. Just give those two a couple of beers and they are good to go.

But really? Leah? Haley barely knows the woman. "The weirdo that carves wood outside of town?"

Emily poked her with a bony finger. "She's an artist," she corrected, a frown creasing her features. "Seriously, sis. You need to stop calling people names. Remember that's the reason you're in this situation."

"Okay, mom." She grumbled. No need to rub it in. 

"I'm pretty sure you're not even trying to find her," Emily accused with a glare.

"Yes, I am!" Haley's defense was immediate. Of course, she's been looking for you. How else could she have assumed that you were avoiding her?

"Did you go to her farm?"

"No."

"Did you look for her all over town?"

"No. Are you nuts? That's a long walk from here."

Emily hummed in acknowledgment. "Then how can you say she's avoiding you when you're not even leaving the house?"

"I did!" Haley protested. Did she, though? She deflated for a moment. "Once, I guess, the other day. I waited for her in the river. She always feed the squirrels, but she never came."

"I'm sure she's just busy, sis. Don't be sad."

"I'm not—" Haley was suddenly engulfed in Emily's arms.

"I haven't seen you this stressed since forever. My baby sis is finally growing up and learning how to say sorry," Emily sniffled, wiping a fake tear. Haley could only grumble in annoyance.

She's ruining my hair!

Haley rolled her eyes at her sister's dramatics but couldn't help but feel comforted by the embrace. "I'm not a baby," she muttered but didn't push her sister away.

"I know. Still..."

Speaking of apologies though.

It seemed like Haley didn't even need to apologize after all.

The farmer— Y/n is apparently okay and has a cool friend already. She didn't hurt any feelings, hooray! 

The world can now finally continue without Haley saying sorry.

She can also finally throw this guilt away and start taking photos seriously. She's already behind in finishing her portfolio. At this rate she won't be able to submit her photos to some galleries she's been eyeing since last fall.  

Maybe tomorrow she'd break out the camera. 

Yes, that would be ideal.

****

Spring 7

Haley found herself standing by the Cindersap River once again. Of course, this had absolutely got nothing to do with the sole purpose of seeing a certain farmer.

Not at all.

The lighting outside is just too perfect to let it slip away. 

In fact, she’s so focused on getting a good angle for the squirrel without frightening it away that she didn't notice that the person she's been looking for finally went out from her territory and went straight to what's-her-name's cottage with a bowl of green, leafy vegetables Haley would probably eat for her Spring diet and not out of want. 

Yes, she didn't notice all that, at all. 

Note the sarcasm though. Sometimes she's just good with this language that people mistake it as her mother tongue. 

If only she could get a better shot for this little guy, it will be a great addition to her portfolio. As stagnant as Pelican is, she could never deny that the town has the best spots in featuring how nature and humans interact together in harmony. Something that urban life lacks. She even had a photo of Marnie feeding her animals, and it's probably one of the closest pictures that fit her theme. There's also another one— that one picture she got a few days ago with the farmer. 

It's a good picture. She thought to herself. The farmer could be a good model for her theme. If there's one person closest to nature that would be you. You're a farmer after all.

Yeah, right. As if. 

If anyone would suggest that to her, she'd probably laugh at their faces.

Impossible.

Focus, Haley. She mentally scolded herself. 

Nah, this angle just won't do. It's too flat.

She looked at the lens again and took a few steps to the left. And only then she realized her mistake when she failed to notice a slippery patch on the ground. Before she knew it, she had lost her footing and was tumbling toward the water. Her heart raced with fear as she desperately tried to regain her balance.

"Oh, my god!"

She's gonna fall.

Her camera's going to get wet!

Her photos from the previous days are there, and she hasn’t developed all of them yet in her dark room.

She braced herself for the impact.

To get wet.

To probably throw her camera and purse on the side. Never mind it might break, but she can still save her photos.  

Just as she thought she was about to fall into the river, a strong, calloused hand shot out and grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into a solid chest. She looked up to see none other than the farmer, who had just saved her from potentially drowning and ruining her photos,

"That was a close one," you breathed.

Haley's cheeks burn, quickly separating from you as if she were burned. you're too close. Too close that Haley caught a whiff of your earthy smell, what seems to be freshly cut grass, and a small hint of mint that she knows she supposedly hates. "I— I..." 

"You okay?"

"I am!" She answered quickly. Too quickly. Haley laughed nervously. "Thank you, um..."

Just spit out her name already.

"It's Y/n, remember?" Oh, joy. Now she assumes Haley doesn't remember her name. 

Haley looked up once again. You don't seem offended even for the slightest bit. If anything, you looked amused. 

"Of course, I remember. I was just... I haven't seen you since whatever and," Haley tried to cross her arms in defense but the camera dangling around her neck prevented her to do so. "I was still shocked, okay?"

"Wait, so you're looking for me?"

"No!" came her reply, vehement and just plain defensive.

"Well, if you're not wondering," you threw her a sideway glance, smirking as you continued, "I was actually busy tidying things up on the farm. I also brought the things I left in the city."

"Okay." She shrugged in feigned indifference. "As I said, I wasn't looking for you or anything."

The chuckle that came from you was rich and genuine. "Right, right." It doesn't look like you believed Haley for one bit, and she wants to definitely smack the smirk right off your face. "You should be careful next time though." You turned completely serious now. 

"I know. I was just taking a picture of..." she turns to point toward the subject of her camera only to find an empty spot where the squirrel should have been on. "Great," she huffed. "It's gone."

"What is?" you tilted your head in confusion and Haley didn't get why her stomach suddenly flipped from the gesture.

"The squirrel!" She flails her hands in exasperation. "I've been trying to get the perfect shot for hours!" 

"Don't worry," there's that smile again. "I see another one right over there."  

Truth be told from where the farmer's index finger points was a squirrel a couple of trees away. "But" Haley started when she remembered something," they always run away from me. I had to hide earlier to even get a shot."

You only hum in acknowledgment as you take a few walnuts from the pockets of your worn-out farmer pants. "Here." You reach out, clasping Haley's hands in yours, and place a few nuts on her open palms, and Haley's mind can only shut down at the sudden contact. 

You slowly leaned down, making an urging motion to the little guy as you began making clicking sounds with your mouth, hoping to get the squirrel's attention. The little guy paused and looked in their direction. You repeated the sound a few more times, and to Haley's delight, the squirrel started to approach them.

"Come on, little guy," you whispered, continuing to click your tongue. The squirrel hopped closer and closer until it was only a few feet away, its tiny nose twitching as it sniffed the air. You turned to her with a wide grin and Haley had to turn her cheek away, fearing of getting caught staring. "Just be gentle and they won't run away anymore. I've been feeding these guys for a while now and they easily warmed up to me. Here, let me show you."

You crouched down and held out a single walnut on your open palm. The bold little squirrel immediately scampered up to you, its tiny paws reaching for the treat.

Haley watched in amazement as you patiently fed the little guy, letting it nibble on the walnut before offering another. As she watched you interact with the animal, she couldn't help her stomach twist into knots once again.

"It's so cute." Haley bit back a smile.

"Aren't they?" You returned her with one of your own, your eyes crinkling at the corners. "It's your turn now."

"But I don't..."

"Don't worry, I got you." 

Haley wasn't exactly sure what 'I got you' meant but she didn't expect a pair of calloused hands wrapping on her own ones as the farmer guided her down to face the little animal. Haley's heart was pounding, hard and fast, and she liked to think it was because she was nervous around wild animals. She always liked taking a picture of them but feeding them up close is an entirely different story. Her parents also don’t like her touching them.

If you noticed her shaking hands, you didn't give any indication. Instead, you were giving her soft words of encouragement as she held out the walnut.

A sense of excitement surged up in her as the squirrel approached her with curious eyes before taking the walnut one by one with her tiny paws. 

"Are those supposed to fit all in its mouth?" Haley asked with a giggle, surprised at the sound of it escaping her lips.

Giggle? Haley never giggles.

But the sight of the little guy trying to fit its fifth walnut in its mouth was simply too adorable to ignore.

"I know, right?" You barked out a laugh.

Her heart sores at the sight. She tried to ignore her hands twitching to capture this moment but she knew she only has limited time before the squirrel runs away again.

So instead, she raised her camera, and took a quick adjustment with the shutter, lighting, and a bit of exposure before finally taking a snap.

'Next time,' she promises herself. 'I'll take a photo of her.'

She took a quick peek at the viewfinder. She wants to check first if it was blurred, or if the lighting suddenly becomes off at the last second.

But as she looked at the screen, she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. The way the light was filtering through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground, was simply breathtaking. And the squirrel was perfectly captured in all its glory, with its bushy tail fanned out behind it and its tiny paws holding the nut with precision and delicacy. The sharpness of the image was astounding, with every little detail of the fur and the texture of the walnut visible in stunning clarity.

"Wow, this looks good." You were suddenly behind her, your warm breath tickling the back of Haley's neck. "I'm glad you made good use of the natural lighting. Squirrels get frightened a lot with flash."

Haley couldn't help but feel a bit flustered by the proximity of the farmer. "Kiss ass much?" she tried to joke, but her breath was caught in her throat.

You chuckled awkwardly and leaned back a bit, your ears turning a faint shade of pink. "I'm not—I..." you stumbled over your words. "It's a good photo, okay?"

Haley throws her head back and lets out a loud, unrestrained laugh.  

"Haha," you roll your eyes and pretend to walk out. 

Haley's hand shoots up to grab your arm for a brief moment in the midst of laughter.

"I was just kidding. Yoba, you're so serious."

Haley's grin was never wiped off from her face but she half expected you to frown at her or even look away. Yet, your eyes were sparkling in great amusement, the corners of your eyes crinkling, and you gave Haley your biggest, endearing smile.

"Am not!"

"Am, too!"

"Am not!"

"Am, too!"

Your banter continued, filled with playful bickering and teasing words, until you finally raised your hands in mock surrender. "You win, woman."

Haley smiled in triumph. "Ha, I'm always right anyway."

You could only smile at her antics, and Haley found herself wondering when was the last time she had openly enjoyed someone's company besides Alex's. He's not exactly the most exciting company since all he ever talks about is his grid ball but he's a great listener and a friend nonetheless

The farmer, however— Haley takes a good, subtle look at you.

Dark messy hair tied in a loose bun with uneven locks framing your face, a worn-out denim jacket over what looked like an old white shirt, and your boots were covered in mud and grass. Haley tried not to wince at a patch of mud just below your chin yet that stupid smile of yours made Haley overlook everything else.

Everything that Haley hated; dirt, hand-me-down clothes, and every single mundanity farm life could offer— she hates it all.

She started hating everything about the farmer long before she could even step foot in this town and yet this dork, this woman has the audacity to stand so close to her and give Haley that dumb smile and help her take a photo and just ugh.

How could she hate you now? 

"Is there something on my face?" 

Haley mutters another prayer to Yoba that the sun shining between the gaps of leaves from the trees hid the growing redness she felt rising from her face. 

"You're fine." Haley forced out with a teasing tone, hoping to hide her own nervousness.

"No, really, Haley?" Your fingers lightly touched your face in a self-conscious gesture, and Haley's heart skipped a beat. It was so endearing that she almost forgot to breathe. "Do I have something on my face? Was that the reason you're laughing?"

Haley rolled her eyes to mask the smile threatening on her face. Haley's name shouldn't sound so good coming from your mouth, but it is.

It's unfair, really.

"Oh, my god." Rolling her eyes, she whipped out a handkerchief she was keeping in her purse. She closes the distance between her and you. With a dainty hand, she wipes the mud from your neck. "Next time, maybe take a look in the mirror before stepping out," she added, trying to sound as snobbish as possible.

Key word 'try.'

Luckily, you actually had some dirt on you, so Haley had a reason why in Yoba's name she'd been looking at you for far too long than necessary, but she couldn't help but glance at you with a quirky smile on her lips.

"Thanks," you murmured, your tone almost bashful as you looked at Haley.

It was then that Haley realized just how close she was standing— much closer than she had intended. Before she could pull away, however, you surprised her by placing a gentle hand on hers, and in the other hand, producing a bright yellow daffodil seemingly out of thin air.

Haley didn't allow herself to breathe until you finally tucked the flower into her hair and finally put a space between the two of you before Haley did.

"As a thank you," you murmured.

"I..." Haley's mind was racing as she tried to decide whether to run or stay and face the overwhelming wave of emotions coursing through her. But before she could make up her mind, you beat her to it.

"I'm sorry!" You exclaimed apologetically, probably mistaking the look of horror (or probably utter embarrassment) written clearly on her face as discomfort. "I didn't mean to invade your personal space. I just..."

"No!" Haley couldn't help but interrupt, her voice rising in pitch, feeling a sense of urgency in her words. "I did it first and it’s no problem really." Lie. "I also got you something."

Summoning her courage, Haley dug into her purse and pulled out a freshly developed photo, one she had taken just three days ago. With trembling hands, she placed it into your open palms, this time keeping a respectful distance between the two of you.

"Here," she said.

"Oh." The farmer breathed in surprise. "This one is..."

"Yeah... the one the other day."

You hesitated before speaking again. "Are you sure?" you asked, concern lacing over your words. "This photo is amazing, Haley. I'd feel bad if..."

"Keep it," she said firmly. "Please, it's the least I could do after taking that shot without your consent." 

"It's okay. It turned out good anyway. Thank you!" You flashed her that smile again.

Haley felt a wave of relief wash over her. She was about to turn, taking that as her cue to leave when you moved to inspect the back of the photo.

Quickly, Haley spoke up, hoping to distract you.

"No problem! Uhm, I still need to cook for lunch, yeah." Another lie, but was good enough to capture your attention. "Thank you again for helping me and for the... saving thing. I'll... I'll see you around, yeah?" 

She wished she didn't sound so hopeful.

Your small grin reassured her. "For sure. I'll see you around, Haley."

****

"What's up, Hay? I haven't seen you in... wait— nice flower by the way! Where'd ya get 'em?"

"Just a thank-you gift from someone."

"A someone, huh?" Alex raised an eyebrow in playful suspicion. "Do I know this someone?"

"Ugh. Shut up, Alex!"

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Is this still even a slow burn?Oh, well I suck on it apparently. Still I hc Haley as having a lowkey admiration(or crush) for the farmer on the first year of Spring but was too stubborn (and oblivious) to admit it so here ya go

[piningpercussionist]

Hii! I didn’t know if replying to my own post would be best or just sending an ask so I’m just gonna send an ask in response to your tags lol!

1. I’ll try to find the source of O’Malley calling them crimesex, but I fear it may be buried due to the fact that he randomly switched up and stopped posting anything Gideon YEARSSSS ago (+ deleting a lot of the posts, especially about Gideon and Ramona)

2. Gravesflowers is such a good ship name tbh

3. It’s all good! Haha I mostly just didn’t put it in main tag because I didn’t want hate en masse. Reblogging my post is totally chill :3

Agkcshskf so fair

Okay, this vaguely rings a bell now, actually; I've probably been told this before. I can confirm for you that it probably definitely isn't on his instagram anywhere- I went through it a while back and screenshot literally every Scott Pilgrim post in sight, so if it was there I'd probably have it. (I'll even go check those screenshots just to be sure, but I feel like if I saw even crumbs about what their relationship was like, I probably would've passed it along to the fandom immediately; big on providing those kinds of things to the people, me... which means I've got livestreams to go through at some point and take notes/clips off.... even if some of what he says in those is a very "I Pretend I Do Not See It" worthy...) Next best scenario is I do follow a sort of archival Scott Pilgrim account I could poke around on, but I don't think they've uploaded anything like that there yet, should they have it. It's quite possibly something lost to him deleting it like you said, or otherwise it's lost in the depths of Twitter, and we will probably never see it again because that site is broken as fuck. (Every day I Languish about the Lainey art that's supposesly on his twitter somewhere....)

I thought so too! It's just kind of the Vibe their relationship gives off to me, very appropriately summed up in the name. "Gravesflowers." It just provides a very dark, grim picture,, to me,,

So Fair, and ty! Relieved to know it's chill. If anyone gives you shit about the post do let me know; I'm pretty sure the people that follow this blog wouldn't do that about this one in particular, but if they do I'll block 'em lol. You lose access to my little archive of SP stuff if you're a dick to the people I reblog stuff from for no good reason- seems a fair punishment.

[dreams-and-honor]

Birthday Habit

ship: adri x jacob corbett (my house is your house) source: original content word count: 1211

I MEANT TO FINISH THIS YESTERDAY BUT I GOT TOO DEPRESSED AAAAA happy 48th, Jacob, I love you ;_;

Anyway, I had to throw some sprinkles of personal issues in there ya know

tag list: @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus @kylars-princess @dorothys-wife @the-sleeping-city

@dear-gambler @goldenworldsabound @sunstar-of-the-north @mahitosoulmate @faerie-circle-ships

Jacob wouldn't call himself a smoker, necessarily. Anita had always been the more… HEDONISTIC of the two, and it was she who had turned him onto nicotine.

He only smoked on special occasions, his birthday included.

The morning had been… eventful. So eventful that Adri was currently in the shower.

He'd all but moved all of his bath products into JACOB'S bathroom now.

Jacob mused over this fact as he took a drag, sitting out on a bench in the backyard, he took in the morning air, the balmy heat of summer fast approaching. It was pleasant, though. He'd always enjoyed the summer.

Another drag made another thought cross his mind.

Dave had asked if the U-Haul joke applied to men as well, and he hadn't really had an answer for that. The circumstances were different in so far as they had met BECAUSE Adri had needed a place to stay while he got back on his feet. All of… This. Was unexpected.

He didn't think he minded. It had all been a very pleasant turn of events. They were both still easing into it, but so far it seemed… promising.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't heard the sliding door open.

"I didn't take you as a smoker," Adri's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. The question didn't come off as judgmental, only curious.

Jacob offered a sheepish smile, gesturing with the cigarette.

"Just a guilty pleasure. Only for special occasions." He patted the bench next to him invitingly, and Adri took his cue eagerly.

"That's fair," Adri replied, making his way over, secretly grateful the smoke was blowing in the opposite direction.

"Figured I'd treat myself on my birthday, you know?" Jacob chuckled. "And yes, I send 'em off to recycling. Don't knock any points off my eco-friendly meter, now."

"Well. I can't tell you what to do, but special occasions only sounds fine to me," Adri hummed, leaning into Jacob's side. He was quickly rewarded by a strong, burly arm wrapped around his shoulders. Pausing for a minute, a shy smile found its way to his face. "And… not a little attractive, maybe?"

Jacob arched an eyebrow at this, a charming smirk crossing his features.

"Oh? Is my little habit a turn-on, then? I'll keep that in mind."

Adri giggled in response.

"Like I said, OCASSIONALLY, maybe?"

Laughing, Jacob gave Adri's shoulder a shake, pulling him into his side.

"Ahhh, I'm kidding, bunny. Just today since it's my birthday," he teased. Finished, he extinguished the cigarette into the ashtray he had brought out with him, setting it to the side and sitting back to take in the sight of all the flowers and plants lining the fence.

"So… any plans for today?" Adri broke the silence after a moment.

Jacob made a thoughtful expression before replying.

"Nothing much. Lucy and Anita are probably gonna give me a call, but… I think I'd like to do something low-key with this cutie right here," he chuckled, rubbing up and down Adri's arm. "Maybe dinner later and hopefully some more of whatever we got up to this morning."

Adri blushed, chuckling shyly.

"Uhm. Definitely some of that later, I promise," he said, flustered, but unable to keep a smile off of his face. "I had something in mind, but if you'd rather we just stay at home, that's fine too."

"Oh?" Jacob seemed intrigued. "You didn't have to go and think of anything, bunny. But if you've got something in mind, by all means."

Adri was quiet for a moment, and for a few beats, Jacob seemed concerned.

"Uhm. There's this cafe that's… really special to me. I told you I don't really… enjoy birthdays all that much, but… I want to enjoy yours with you. So…" Adri trailed off.

"Aw, sweetheart." Jacob's expression softened. "You told me. If birthdays freak you out then we can just-"

Adri shook his head, a faint blush tinging his cheeks.

"N-No! No, really. I want to. This cafe was REALLY special to me once and I…" He took a deep breath. "I want to go back. With someone special. And since it's your birthday…"

"Ahhhh, I see," Jacob chuckled good-naturedly. "Well I'm honored, sweetheart. If this place is so special to you, the fact that you want to share it with me just warms my heart."

Adri nodded, looking down at the ground and unable to realize he was being pulled into a hug until he was practically in Jacob's lap. Stammering wordlessly, he looked up at Jacob with a flushed and bewildered expression as Jacob flashed him another one of those charming grins.

"I'm proud of you for taking this step forward, bunny. We'll get you settled back into this whole socializing thing yet. But for now, your openness is the best birthday present I could ask for," Jacob hummed affectionately before smirking playfully. "On top of being your 'special someone,' that is."

The direct quote of Adri's unintentional show of how much Jacob really meant to him made his face burn. He could only imagine how darkly he was blushing based on the expression on Jacob's face.

At Adri's lack of verbal response, Jacob laughed, reaching up to ruffle his hair.

"Alright, alright. Enough embarrassing you, what do you say we get the day started?" He released Adri from his lap, standing up and offering his hand.

Taking it, Adri stood and smiled shyly.

"Well if we're going out… Did you have any other ideas?"

Jacob chuckled again, seemingly appraising Adri for a moment.

"I guess you could say that. Hey, in all my ignorance of alternative subcultures, bear with an old man for a second?"

That was a curious request. Adri's head tilted off to the side, contemplating where this was going.

"Uhm, of course."

Jacob paused, blatantly taking in Adri's appearance yet again, but to what end remained to be seen.

"Keeping the weather in mind, because I know how hard it is for you out in this heat what with your meds on top of all that black," Jacob started with a chuckle before his gaze softened. "Wear your favorite outfit for me?"

That was… a direction.

"Any… reason?" Adri asked curiously. It wasn't a PARTICULARLY odd request. "Even if it involves platforms?"

Jacob outright laughed at that.

"Yes, even if it involves platforms. Though, you're still hopelessly shorter than me, bunny," he commented playfully, making Adri blush before he continued. "But no, seriously. I want to see how you like to express yourself. Go all out for me, not just shorts and band shirts this time."

The thoughtfulness of the request wasn't surprising. But it still caught Adri off guard all the same.

"Are you sure…?" he questioned cautiously. "I can put together my favorite summer fit if you really want, but…"

"How about this," Jacob hummed, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "What if I told you… that there was a record shop I think you'd like? Might as well go do something fun on my birthday, right? Who knows, maybe I'll score a good album today."

This caught Adri's attention, making him blink a few times in consideration.

"That… sounds fun. What's it called? Maybe I've been there before."

"It's S-"

[saturnmeows]

Welcome!

This is a sideblog to rp my ocs so I don't spam my main with all that <3

Mun is Two/Saturn | they/them | adult | cat enjoyer

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I'm mobile only! No fancy aesthetics we die like Cliffjumper. I'm so serious I cannot be bothered to spend hours making this pretty I'm just here to play dolls

I have chronic can't-shut-up-disease and WILL make my responses lit-advanced lit length. I do not mind if you can't match this so long as you give me something to work with. No one liners though. And decent grammar and spelling are a must.

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Get away from me with all those uppity rules and all that. Like every post. Reblog all my threads. Interact with me and I will love you. We ain't gatekeeping idgaf.

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More Rules and OCs below the cut!

My OCs are not primarily made for rp. Their backstories will feature their "canon" timelines and ships. You can IGNORE THAT for rp! I will never expect anyone to have a premade relationship with my little fraggers. I know how rps work. I'm playing with these guys like barbies.

Welcome to the multiverse. I don't care if our characters aren't from the same timeline/verse. We'll figure it out. Let's be silly about it.

I'll rp with OCs and canons! (May be a biiit selective with OCs but please don't hesitate to reach out!) Some of my muses are open to multiship, others I'm too attached to their "canon" ships to do that. However if you happen to write a canon that's shipped with one of my OCs and you're willing to write with me, we shall have a spring wedding.

On that note, I'm one of those rare beasts that prefer m/f ships. Not exclusively, but still, I like 'em. Don't cancel me lmao. Mun is queer af <3

My only trigger is emeto stuff, please don't ever mention that even in passing. Including heavy drooling. Just don't.

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THE CHILDREN

You can check out their tags on @seeyouonsaturn for more info! I'll write up more on them eventually too bear with me

Tier 1: Guys I really wanna rp

Trixie [TFOne | TFA] | #oc: i'll be your animal

PHANTOM-2918-4 / Bird [TFA | TFOne] | #oc: the courage of stars

Havoc [IDW] | #oc: step a little bolder

Stormwind [IDW | TFP] #oc: stormwind

Tier 2: I could probably write these guys if anyone wants them!

Skyline [TFOne] | #oc: summer silence

Razormane [TFP] | #oc: razormane tfp

Wildside [TFA] | #oc: living on the wild side

Livewire [TFA] | #oc: like a pulse

Bluescreen [TFA] | #bluescreen temp tag

Galatea [TFA | TFP] | #oc: galatea

Tier 3: Probably not gonna rp these guys unless a certain prompt hits just right

Ash Majors [TFA] | #oc: just to be quiet

Leo Monti [TFP] | #oc: next up forever

Bonus Tier: Background Characters I would LOVE to develop!

The New High Guard [TFOne] | #iacon's finest | nhg

Comet [TFOne]

Boltcrusher aka Crasher [TFOne]

Tripwire and Trickshot [TFOne]

Freefall [TFOne]

Gina Monti [TFP]

Amelia "Millie" Monti [TFP]

[shipperoffanonships]

Sneak peek...

Chapter 1- Sacred New Beginnings

Jareau-Prentiss Home, Capitol Hill, Washington D.C.

JJ was lying next to Emily, who in turn was reclined, immersed in a book. 

"Something on your mind?" Emily asked without looking at her girlfriend.

"I want to have a kid." JJ blurted out, and Emily almost dropped her book.

"Wait, what? You want to-"

"Have a kid. And not an adopted one." JJ finished. "I know it's hard, given out job and everything but, I want to. I want to leave a mark, if you will, in this world. A product of our love for each other. Granted , it will only have either you or my features plus the donor's, but you know what I mean."

Emily closed her book, settling down beside JJ, turning to face her.

"This is a big decision, JJ. I'm not being a naysayer but, are you absolutely sure about this?"

JJ nodded firmly. "Yes. I want to have a family." 

Emily sighed. "All right. But we need to take into account the donor. He must be someone we know. Someone can count on. Someone responsible. Someone-"

"Like Spence?" JJ cut her partner off. Emily stopped, frowning contemplatively. 

"Yeah. Reid as a donor could work." Emily admitted. "Let's talk to him tomorrow. Tonight, let's sleep."

Spencer was in the middle of making breakfast when the doorbell rang. Cautiously he made his way to the door, parting the curtain to see who it was. Much to his surprise, it was Emily and JJ.

"Hey! What brings you here?  Come on in; I'm making toast and butter." Spencer said, ushering the two women in. Soon the three adults are in the dining room.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Spencer asked, brows furrowing as he saw the look of nervousness of his friends' faces. It was JJ who spoke first.

"We want to have a kid." JJ revealed. "Em and I talked about it, and we both agreed on the prospect. And-"

"-you want me to become the sperm donor." Spencer finished. Emily's mouth opened, then closed. 

"I- yeah. So, will you? You're the only one we truly trust in this matter." 

"Yes. I would be honored to be the biological father. Who's the mother?" 

"I am." JJ replied. "I'll carry the child. So he or she will have two moms and a dad."

Spencer smiled. "Yes, I guess so. This takes careful planning, though. I mean, we don't exactly go home by five every day."

"Em and I talked about it and we both agreed: minimal field work for me." JJ explained. "I mean, if needed I'll join you guys but otherwise, desk work so I can come home every day."

"Huh. Have you decided on a date on when to do the operation?" Spencer asked. JJ and Emily looked at each other, then back to Spencer.

"Probably by the end of the month." JJ replied. 

Nine months later, Sibley Memorial Hospital, outside of the delivery room

Spencer had never been this anxious before. He paced outside the delivery room, hands clenched into fists. The door opened. 

"Reid."

Spencer whirled. Emily was making her way to him, face pinched in distress. 

"Is she..."

"JJ's fine, don't worry. Where are the-"

A scream from inside the delivery room cut the woman off, making them wince. Spencer paced even faster, fingers twitching involuntarily. A few moments later, another scream, but this time it was cut off, followed by the unmistakable sound of a baby crying. 

"Dr. Reid? Agent Prentiss?" 

The two of them whirled. A nurse was making her way towards them, a smile on her face. 

"Is JJ all right?" Emily asked, and the nurse nodded.

"She and the baby are alive and well. She's resting now, and will be ready for admitting soon."

Two hours later, JJ was admitted to a private room, holding her newborn son while Emily and Spencer stood on either side, looking at the baby with equal affection and wonder. 

"He's got your eyes." JJ said, looking at Spencer, smiling. Emily reached out, brushing her fingers on the baby's face.

"Hey there." She said softly, a rare smile gracing her features.

"What are you going to name him?" Spencer asked. A beat, then

"Jonathan." JJ said. "Jonathan Prentiss-Jareau-Reid."

Spencer choked. "Wait, what? You-"

"You helped bring our son into this world." Emily said., looking at Jonathan "JJ and I talked about it, and if it's OK with you, we'd like to add your surname to his."

Spencer felt a lump form in his throat. "I'd- I'd be honored to."

[eyitzme]

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Summary: Nikei Yomiuri's favourite day of the week is Sunday. There isn't a special reason for this other than because that's the day Setsuka Chiebukuro visits him just to talk about how her week went. Word Count: 2,347 A/N: All my other fics are Xanrei fics (DRDT) but I was really sick a while ago, and Setsukei was the only thing keeping me going. Because of that, here's a Setsukei one shot I wrote back in May. I'll get to writing more Xanrei soon!

just the usual with us.

When Setsuka Chiebukuro first came into Nikei Yomiuri's house uninvited on a random Sunday just to talk about how her week went and nothing more, Nikei hated it. He was in the middle of writing his newest article, and he didn't have time to hear about what Setsuka did. He kicked her out as soon as he could and went back to writing in peace.

She came back next Sunday to do the same. Then the next. The next one too. It was every. Single. Sunday.

The worst part was that she always came while he was writing his latest article. He kept changing the time of when he was writing it to avoid her interrupting, but she always came right when he was in the middle of it. He had no clue how she managed to do that, but it was annoying.

Eventually, he got used to it. Nikei found a way to work on his article while listening to Setsuka's week as she did basically whatever she felt like in his bedroom. It became a routine: Setsuka showed up at Nikei's house sometime on Sunday, they went to Nikei's bedroom, Setsuka talked about her week as Nikei talked to her while working on his article, Setsuka left, and it repeated next week. She always made time for it even on her busiest Sundays, and after the first few months, he started making sure the only journalism thing he was doing on Sundays was writing an article.

After more than a dozen of them, Sundays became predictable, nice, and his favourite day of the week.

When Nikei and Setsuka started dating, the first thing he asked her was to not stop visiting him on Sundays. She thought him asking was the cutest thing ever—it was not cute at all—and promised she had no plans to ever stop.

Today was a Sunday, and it was as nice as ever.

"Me and Em went home after that," Setsuka was telling him, eating some Alsatang he bought a while ago after finding out she liked them. "Em doesn't think we're allowed there anymore."

"It wasn't that bad," Nikei replied at his desk. He tried not to forget about writing his article while talking to her since his self-made deadline was approaching—his actual wasn't until a few months, but he liked being early by a few weeks—but it got harder as the Sundays went by and he started to like listening to her. There was this way that she could make even the most mundane topic the most interesting thing he heard all week. She would do great as a journalist.

She nodded. "That's what I'm saying, but Em thinks we're safer not going ever again. The food there was nice, so I'll miss that. I can have other people buy me food from there, though. People that aren't probably banned." She flashed him a smile. "You will, right?"

"Don't use me for food," was his response.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"That was definitely not a yes."

"It basically is with you."

Nikei didn't bother arguing. He would buy her food from that restaurant she liked if she wanted it. He was sure the disturbance she and their classmate, Emma Magorobi, caused wasn't bad enough to cause them to forever be banned from entering, but he would do it for her.

"That's all I did this week," Setsuka finished. "Nothing that interesting happened."

"You're classifying your experience with Emma as 'not interesting?'"

"You're the Ultimate Journalist. You tell me if you think that's interesting. If it's a scoop." Setsuka said the last sentence with a teasing smile.

"It's not front-page news or anything like that," Nikei answered. "It's more gossip than scoop-worthy. There are people who would be interested in hearing what Ultimate students did, but not enough to pick it up and read the whole thing."

"That's a lot of words for 'not interesting.'"

"It is interesting"—everything she did was interesting to him—"just not news-worthy."

"I'll take your word for it, Nik." She looked out his window. He preferred to work in the dark, which he got used to when writing articles all night, but he kept his windows open on Sundays. Setsuka didn't like sitting in the dark as much as he did. It didn't make sense when just her smile could brighten a room, but he was good with whatever made her happy. "We should go on a date next week. There's a small festival happening in the park on Sunday. We can go—if you don't make it into a journalism thing."

"Don't you come over on Sundays though?" Nikei tried not to make his voice sound needy and desperate.

"It's fine. I can come on Saturday—"

"Don't come on Saturday."

She blinked but didn't question it. "We can just hang out on Sunday then. Nothing special is happening, but it does sound fun!"

Nikei has no doubt that Setsuka would have fun. She could have fun almost anywhere. He would be fine with going to the festival if it wasn't on Sunday.

Sundays were their day. It was just a random day of the week, but Setsuka chose it as her day to come over, and he loved it. Her coming to his house on a Saturday wouldn't feel the same, and her talking about her week at the park during a festival wouldn't feel the same either. Sunday was a calm day for him since he never had anything other than writing to do, and having it at his house made it feel familiar and, in a way, domestic. Nikei Yomiuri was in no way a man that wanted a domestic lifestyle—journalism would never allow that—but he liked how it—this—felt with Setsuka.

However, he was a prideful man, he would admit, so he was never going to say that. "I'll think about it."

She smiled—she had that smile when she managed to get him to agree on doing something with her. Yes, he could tell the differences between every smile she had. No, he wasn't crazy. Any sane person would do the same with Setsuka Chiebukuro.

"Great!" she said. "Let me know by Friday before school ends. If you say no, then I'll have to ask someone else."

So, she was going to go whether he came with her or not. If that was the case, then she would probably talk mostly about the festival when she stopped by his house on her way home. He didn't want to hear her talk about an experience he could've been there for with her, so his answer would be going with her. But he wasn't going to say that now, or else he would sound desperate.

Nikei could tell that she was done talking about her week. That meant she would leave soon, so he didn't want that. To keep her here for longer, he said, "Setsuka, can I ask you something?"

"Sure," she responded.

He had no question to ask her. Actually, there was one, and he might as well ask it now. "Why did you start coming here every Sunday just to talk about how your week went?"

"I was wondering when you were going to ask that," Setsuka said. "I've been coming here every Sunday for almost a year, and you haven't said anything until now. I thought journalists were meant to ask questions to understand and know everything they don't."

"W-Well, I didn't know you were waiting for me to ask…" His hand reached up to touch his signature hat and lower it over his face.

"Relax, Nik! You don't have to be so tense." Her laughter that followed was enough to make him calm down under any circumstance. "Big Sis was only teasing."

"You really need to stop calling yourself that…"

She hummed. "Well, Nik, I started coming here because I realized a few weeks ago that you kept overworking yourself."

"No, I don't."

"That's what you kept telling everyone whenever they say it. You still do. Don't think I haven't noticed."

He didn't say anything.

"I care about all of our classmates," Setsuka continued. "That includes you, so Big Sis has to think of a way to get you away from your work even if it was just for half an hour. Then, that incident with Riri happened. I realized after I had the perfect answer to make take you away from your work: Talk to you about my week. I happened to think of that on a Sunday, and since Sunday is the end of the week, it works perfectly."

Nikei nodded along. The incident with Yuri Kagarin was that he made an entire festival just for the girls of their class. He bought everything, but it backfired almost immediately and ended with some of the workers trying to kidnap Yuri. It was interesting to hear, but he was more annoyed at Setsuka showing up out of nowhere to pay too much attention to that.

"It wasn't a fancy plan," she added, "but it's doing its job right. You haven't looked at your article one during the whole conversation!"

He hadn't.

"That's just today," Nikei said. "I'll be working on it tomorrow."

"I know you will, but I've been here for…half an hour?"

"Quarter of an hour."

"Basically an hour. I've been here for that long, and it's enough for now. You need to take breaks, Nik, and you make it clear that you're only taking them by force."

Even though he knew the topic was meant to be getting more serious, Nikei smiled. The thought of Setsuka "forcing" him to take a break just by distracting him with a conversation was sweet. It did work, and it was nice of her to be on the lookout for him.

"I think I can get you to take breaks in other ways now." She gestured to the two of them. "I mean, we are dating."

"Don't tell me you started dating me just to get an easier way for me to take breaks," he deadpanned.

"I would never do that! But since we are, I can do other stuff to get you away from journalism. I have to keep this one my main one, though. You love it too much for me to stop."

"I don't." He very much did.

Setsuka met his eyes. Wordlessly, she stood up from his bed and stood in front of him. Nikei felt a bit trapped with the arms of his desk chair trapping him, but he was okay with it. Mostly. Only if she stopped staring at him with such an expressionless face.

"Everything good, Setsuka?" he tried.

She said nothing. Instead, she cupped his face and tilted his head up. Then, she leaned down, brushed his bangs away, and kissed his forehead. She moved on to kiss his nose, his cheek, his jaw, and other places on his face.

Nikei could feel his face heat up with every kiss she gave him. He tried to push her off, but that only encouraged Setsuka to kiss him more in a faster pace. He should have known she was planning something!

"What are you doing?" His voice came out exasperated and whiny. He could ignore that for now if he could get his face away from her.

"I'm not"—a kiss on his temple—"going to stop"—a kiss on the bridge of his nose—"until you admit"—a kiss under his right eye—"you like my visits." She kissed the corner of his mouth with a smile.

"Okay, okay, I like these visits. Now get off me!" Nikei tried to push her off again once he said the words she wanted to hear. His protests were cut short when she placed one final kiss his lips.

Despite how he felt he should be prideful and not let something as simple as this be what calmed him, Nikei let himself melt into the kiss, one of his hands resting on her shoulder. Knowing that Setsuka wanted to kiss him always made him go to cloud nine. He would want nothing more than to stay like this for as long as possible. Just the two of them, spending their time together for no other reason other than how they wanted to.

Unfortunately, it always ended far too soon for his liking. Today was no exception. Setsuka pulled back, gently breaking the kiss. Their eyes met, and for a second, neither of them said anything.

Then, Setsuka pulled on a cheeky smile and said, "I already knew you loved my visits. You had to, if you asked so sweetly for me to keep doing it when we first started dating."

Nikei was torn from the moment, so as usual, his face started to heat up. "It was not sweet—and why did you even ask that if you already knew the answer?"

"Your reactions are too cute! I don't think I'll ever get bored of them!" She laughed as she said it, and he hated that the best sound he ever heard had to come from embarrassing himself.

No, that was a lie. He didn't hate it. He loved that she found him cute—although he would rather her use a different word—even though he wasn't trying. Nikei never thought of himself as much for romance, but he was sure that if they weren't in high school, he would be looking for wedding venues.

But that was stupid. Nikei was better than those stupid hopeless romantics he always made fun of. They were in high school, and most romantic relationships in high school never make it past graduation—even though he really didn't want to think about a time where he wouldn't have Setsuka. He was basically already married fo journalism anyway. He couldn't spend any more time than he needed to away from it.

But Setsuka did want him to take a break from it. Nikei could listen to her for just a little longer.

[exitheinsane]

When you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish them, and send this ask to the last 10 people in your notifs!

If you would bless me with a response :) (last one cause lazy :(( )

Only five? Your a cruel cruel person

Let's start with this one which introduced me to vocaloid, like not kidding. This song was what started my whole vocaloid obsession. Someone was screaming in a discord channel and someone sent this in a reply and then I started looking for music on Spotify like it cuz I really enjoyed it

Next we can go to another vocaloid producer named vane lily, too many songs to listen to here just go check em out but I'll post the song I first listened to from them

Next we should probably go to maidcore, can't leave the Russian mental health concern by the wayside. I'm not gonna try and explain maidcore here but waltz has some special memories

Let's see that's representation of a couple obsessions... Let's go to some older ones. I used to listen to twenty one pilots's blurry face and vessel albums obsessively so here's one of my favorites

And lastly, I gotta mention context sensitive. This is comfort music for me

[welcometoelliotstable]

Dollhouse

Relationships:

Greg/Gov

(And if you squint) Implied California/New York

Read on AO3

(This is a songfic using the song Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez)

Warning: angst

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Hey girl, open the walls

Play with your dolls

I sigh as I walk back into the statehouse again. 5 days a week, only Friday and Saturday for breaks.

I think the only real reason I kept this job was because of Gov, the states are just annoying.

We'll be a perfect family

"Oh Greg you're here! Great, we can start now! Can't have a meeting without filming an episode! Gotta get paid somehow..." Gov greeted mead I walked in. He mumbled the last part, but I heard it. Money's been tight, I realized that a while ago.

When you walk away is when we really play

Gov walks out of the room and immediately Florida runs at me, Louisiana and California close behind him. "Greg!! You're back!"

"I was gone for two days, Florida. You know I come back every time."

Florida isn't the brightest.

You don't hear me when I say

After the meeting, I go to speak to Gov. I always do, not that he ever listens.

"Mom, please wake up

Dad's with a slut

And your son is smoking cannabis"

"Hey I think California might finally have the whole Disneyland thing under control. It's safe to say he can handle himself now" I tell him.

No one never listens

"Sure, yeah" he mumbles, shuffling through papers on his desk.

This wallpaper glistens

"Alright, I'm gonna go sleep then" I tell him. Without waiting for an answer, I go upstairs to my room. It's next to California's and Texas'.

Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen

Of course, they're fighting again.

I guess tomorrow might be a better day. 

Places, places

Get in your places

"Gov calm down, they're probably fine" Virginia tells Gov.

"No, they need to be here. They need to be sitting right across from me where I can see them or- or-"

Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces

"Greg, can you come comfort him? I'll try to find Loui and Florida" Gin asks me. "Yeah, sure." I reply.

Everyone thinks that we're perfect

"Gov it's okay, nothing's wrong."

He's having a panic attack.

Please don't let them look through the curtains

"Gin will find them, they're okay"

"No, no they aren't I can't- don't-" he chokes between tearless sobs.

Picture, picture, smile for the picture

"I found them!"

"Virginia, thank God you're back!" I exclaim.

Gov takes a few deep breaths, "finally. Now I know you two aren't hurt."

Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?

"Alright everyone sit down in your seats, we're going live today" I say, the states mostly know to listen to me. Except New York. He does what he wants.

Everyone thinks that we're perfect

"Alright, live in 3..

2..

1."

Please don't let them look through the curtains

Just after I finish my countdown, Gov shoots me a look that says "thanks for that"

I just simply nod and mouth, "don't thank me, thank Gin for findin' em"

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

I see things that nobody else sees

The meeting was just as eventful as any other, Texas and Cal got into a fight, Florida passed some questionable laws and Loui just drank to avoid responsibility.

After the meeting was over I did what I normally do and take the video equipment first, then go back to the Table for my sound equipment.

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

On my way back, I see Cali and Texas still at the table, New York seemingly holding Cal back.

"Don't, B. It's not worth yer time" he tells them.

"Don't tell me what to do, York!" They pull away from him, "I can fight my own battles!"

I see things that nobody else sees

I leave before it escalates.

I don't wanna be part of this mess.

Hey girl, look at my mom

She's got it going on

Gov is in the kitchen, not drinking coffee for once.

Ha, you're blinded by her jewelry

When you turn your back

I walk closer to him instead of continuing to my room. It might be nice to have a normal conversation with him for the first time in who knows how long.

She pulls out a flask

And forgets his infidelity

Turns out I was wrong, “Gov what the actual hell are you doing?!”

He’s drinking.

“Louisiana!” I scream, the tone in my voice harsher than I meant it to be.

Uh-oh, she's coming to the attic, plastic

Go back to being plastic

“Mais, what was dat for?” He says as he runs down the stairs.

“Did you by any chance give Gov vodka?”

No one never listens

“Nah, you know I only drink daiquiris”

This wallpaper glistens

“Sure you do.. just leave okay? Find out who gave him the vodka if you can”

One day they'll see what goes down in the kitchen

“I’m fine, Greg. Stop worrying so much” Gov says, his words are already slurring a bit.

“You need to get out of this addiction, Gov. You were doing so well, what even happened?”

Places, places

Get in your places

“It’s none of your business, Greg! Leave me alone! I hate all of you. You’re all useless.”

Loui looks hurt at the statement, but I just shake my head. Gov is an aggressive drunk, he doesn’t mean it.

He doesn’t mean it.

I just gotta remind myself that.

Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces

He doesn’t mean it towards the states.

He doesn’t mean it towards his coworkers.

He doesn’t mean it towards me.

Everyone thinks that we're perfect

“C’mon Gov, let’s get you upstairs”

“No! Absolutely not! I have work to do!” He screams, shoving me away.

Please don't let them look through the curtains

Louisiana tries to help me calm him down. He tells him, “What would dey all think if dey saw you like this? ‘specially Flo’ida, you know how much he cares ‘bout you, even if he don’t show it.”

“Especially me” I mumble to myself now than anyone else. Gov and Loui can’t hear me.

“Gov,” I start, “Louisiana’s right. You gotta calm down. For the states if not for yourself.”

Picture, picture, smile for the picture

He doesn’t answer, which usually means I’m right but he doesn’t want to admit it.

Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?

I take the bottle away from him and place it on the kitchen counter. “Come on, Gov. Let’s go upstairs.”

Everyone thinks that we're perfect

Please don't let them look through the curtains

We get to my bedroom and Gov sits on the bed. “You gotta stop this man, I hate seeing you like this” I say. Not that he’s gonna take me seriously but might as well try.

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

I see things that nobody else sees

A few hours pass, most of the time Gov just sits there and complains about everything while I edit episodes and send some emails to Ben, Liv and a few others. We were going to have them make a guest appearance again.

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

I see things that nobody else sees

After I finished my work, I joined Gov on the couch. He’s listening to true crime again, honestly I can’t blame him. That stuff is interesting.

Hey girl (hey girl)

Hey girl, open your walls

Play with your dolls

We'll be a perfect family

“Gov, you wanna go sleep? It’s gotten pretty late” I ask him.

“Mmm I don’t wanna get up” well, that’s a first.

Places, places

Get in your places

“Alright, stay here then. I’ll get you tea” I offer. “Coffee?” He pleads.

“Absolutely not”

Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces

I go downstairs to the kitchen to make tea and see Florida and Louisiana sitting at the table. “You okay, Florida? You look a bit off” I ask. I’ve gotten to know the states pretty well.

Everyone thinks that we're perfect

“I-is Gov okay? I didn’t means to stress him out so much.. I- Loui told me what happened, Greg” he turns to face me.

Please don't let them look through the curtains

“He’s okay, Florida. I promise. He’s gonna go to sleep soon”

“Mais sha, I told ya he’d be alright”

“I guess you were right Loui, I just- I know I’m a lot of trouble but I’ll stop if he needs me to-“ Florida starts, but I cut him off before he can finish, “Florida, no! You make him happy! Sure, he gets stressed when you’re not in his sight but that’s because he feels responsible for you. Almost like a big brother”

Picture, picture, smile for the picture

Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?

“I see him as a big brother..” Florida lightly laughs, his voice bitter.

Everyone thinks that we're perfect

“Seriously Florida, he’s okay. I promise.”

Please don't let them look through the curtains

“I believe you, Greg. Thanks.”

“Of course”

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

I see things that nobody else sees

I grab the tea cup off the stove and proceed upstairs back to my bedroom.

“Here, Gov. drink at least a little bit” I say, handing the cup to him.

“Thanks Greg, I don’t know what I’d- what any of us would do without you”

D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E

“It’s my honor, Gov”

I see things that nobody else sees

We lay down next to each other in the bed, and when his hand accidentally brushed mine, my heart skips a beat. After a few minutes pass, the silence only proves Gov has finally fallen asleep.

I quietly get out of the bed and grab the tea cup to take it back to the kitchen.

“I love you” I whisper to him before closing the door to my room, “I really, really do”

I know he’ll never hear it.

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@uriahcantdraw

[fandom-scatteredthoughtsonpaper]

A birthday fic to correct the awful event Mammon got!

Countdown to Your Special Day

Mammon x Yuki (My MC)

Pronouns: Zie/zir, they/them. If it's easier to read, feel free to sub in they/them for the main pronouns

Tags: Light-hearted romance, fluff/comfort, slight misunderstandings, agender MC, self-indulgent

Words: 4436

[2 months and 1 day away]

-Yuki was curled up in the corner of the couch, concentrated on zir D.D.D. Zie had an open notebook next to zir, the pages filled with calculated numbers and final prices with names of potential websites beside them, some scribbled out and some circled.

-Mammon's birthday was coming up in a couple months, and Yuki had started late in saving money for the surprise zie had wanted to plan for him. He had mentioned it last year as an ideal day, and zie really wanted to make it happen, especially considering all zie did for him was write a bunch of heartfelt letters. Zie wanted to give him something to really experience this time.

-It was just a bit more expensive than zie had realized. Rentals next to a lake were nothing to sneeze at.

-So absorbed with zir phone, Yuki hadn't noticed Lucifer as he entered the library where zie had gone to avoid nosy demons.

-"What are you doing in here, Yuki?"

-Startled, zie dropped zir phone and reflexively covered the notebook. When Yuki realized it was Lucifer, zie relaxed and slumped back against the couch. "Oh, it's just you. Don't scare me like that."

-"That was a bit of a reaction. Are you doing something I should be aware of?"

-"No," was zir immediate response, but then zie reconsidered zir answer. Yuki had been fumbling numbers and trying to make a decision for hours. Zie wanted to do this zirself, but zie'd never done something like this and probably, reluctantly, needed some aid. "Actually, yeah. I need your... help."

-Lucifer blinked, surprised. He hadn't expected this stubborn human who actively tried to make his life harder to ask for help, but Yuki seemed genuine in zir request. "Alright. What is it?"

[1 month and 23 days away]

-Mammon was by the entrance to RAD, waiting for Yuki to come out so they could go home together. Zie had been preoccupied with Lucifer this morning and hadn't left with the younger brothers like usual.

-His day had felt off with Yuki's absence but walking home with zir would make up for it.

-Fiddling around on his D.D.D., checking his sells and ignoring demands from the witches, he occasionally glanced up when saw movement coming out, but it was never Yuki. Hearing familiar voices when the doors cracked open, Mammon took his attention off his phone. It was only Levi and Satan, but maybe Yuki was trailing shortly behind.

-"Mammon, what are you still doing here?"

-"Yeah, I thought you'd be long gone by now after the way you rushed out of the classroom."

-"Shaddup. What's it to ya?" He paused. "I was waitin' for Yuki. Did ya happen to see 'em in there?"

-"So honest. Just say that to begin with," Levi muttered.

-"I think Yuki left earlier with Barbatos."

-"Yep, I overheard Barbatos mention that Lord Diavolo wanted to talk with them about something."

-"What?! Yuki didn't mention anythin' about meetin' with Lord Diavolo to me."

-Satan quirked a bemused eyebrow at Mammon's response. "Why would Yuki need to run it by you about meeting with Lord Diavolo?"

-"LOLOL, it's because Yuki's been avoiding Mammon for a week now. He's been acting like a stray dog without Yuki around."

-Mammon bristled at Levi's comment but didn't rebuttal. He pocketed his phone and walked away from his brothers, darting through the courtyard to leave RAD.

-It was true Yuki had been distant-like the last few of days, but Mammon was sure it was temporary. Even he got tied up in circumstances and important events he couldn't squirm out of. Sometimes it couldn't be helped.

-It wasn't temporary.

[3 weeks and 5 days away]

-"Hey, Yuki--"

-"Sorry, Mammon, I'm running late for my shift. I'll talk to you later!"

-With that as a bye, Yuki was out the door and gone.

-Yuki was usually lackadaisical about any jobs zie took unless one of the brothers worked with zir or if the job required zir full attention. Mammon was usually the first to know if zie had to work, but when--

-"When did Yuki pick up a job?"

-"Jobs," Satan corrected. "Yuki is working at The Fall tonight."

-"The Fall?" Asmo questioned.

"Hold on, what do ya mean 'jobs'? I ain't heard Yuki say anythin' about picking up jobs willingly," Mammon stated, a bit annoyed. He was getting tired of hearing his brothers be more informed about Yuki than he was.

-"When was the last time Yuki actually talked to you, Mammon, that wasn't in passing?" Levi teased without bothering to look up from his game.

-"Hey! We've talked plenty!"

-"Sure, if you want to call those conversations."

-Mammon wanted to argue with Levi, but he really couldn't. He wasn't wrong. Yuki had been absent, and whenever Mammon did manage to talk to zir it was about short and trivial things. It made it hard not to be concerned about the situation of their relationship when Yuki, who was usually glued to his side and spent so much time with him, was suddenly avoiding him. His life had become a bit lonelier without Yuki around.

-"Anyway," Satan interjected, "they've been picking up a lot of shifts from different places the last few weeks. I'm surprised neither you or Asmo knew, considering the network you both have."

-"What the heck does that mean?"

-"It means you're gossiping normies," Levi jeered.

-"Is that s'posed to be an insult?"

-"Besides all that, I'm shocked Yuki picked up shifts at The Fall. I'd love to see the outfit their wearing," Asmo mused. "I'll have to visit them later! I'm sure Yuki will feel completely refreshed after seeing my lovely face."

-Oh, that's right. If Mammon visited Yuki during work hours, zie'd have no choice but to talk with him. He could finally ask zir what the hell has been going on and get an explanation. At the very least just see zir.

-"Well, I'm goin' too! So don't get any funny ideas!"

-"You're not going anywhere, Mammon. You have three extra credit assignments due soon, and you haven't started a single one. Have you?"

-Mammon jumped, frightened by Lucifer's sudden presence behind him. A nervous chill tingled down his spine, so he could only guess the scowl that Lucifer was burning into the back of his head. He tried searching for an excuse, but he was coming up dry.

-Dammit, Lucifer, any time but now!

"W-Well, ya see, dearest big bro--"

-Irritated, Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He could feel a headache creeping on him. "That's what I thought. Mammon, my room. Now. I'm going to watch you finish your assignments, even if it takes all night."

[6 days away]

-Mammon simmered as he walked the hallway to Yuki's bedroom. Yuki had seen his messages, but zie was hardly responding to them, if zie did at all. The thought that he had unconsciously done or said something to offend Yuki teased his anxiety, but Mammon quickly squished it. Zie'd just been busy with work and had no off days, but according to Satan, zie only had one more shift.

-One more day that zie would be busy, but then after that zie'd have tons of free time. Yuki will be back by zir favorite demon's side, and then everything else will fall smoothly back into place.

-It was absurd how empty Mammon could feel with Yuki missing from his daily routines. It was worse than when zie had left, when all he could think about was zir where ever he went. Yuki was here though, so he didn't miss zir physically, not like when zie returned home.

-He missed talking with his human, about anything. He missed expecting to see zir when he turned his head. He was missing a piece of a puzzle, and it was aggravating when it was just in grasp, hiding from him.

-Yuki was going to receive a real earful. He deserved that much of complaining after how he'd been treated.

-That could wait though.

-It had been a while since Mammon and Yuki had gone out on a date, and he had just gotten paid from his latest photoshoot. He was confident if he met with Yuki face-to-face and invited zir out zie wouldn't say no.

-That had been the plan until he saw Yuki coming the down the corridor, walking with a purpose. An antsy feeling stabbed him in the gut.

-"Yuki!"

-Yuki froze mid-stride as Mammon approached zir. "Mammon."

-"Yeah, me! The Great Mammon has decided to bless ya with his presence since ya keep ignorin' my messages. Anyway! Guess who got paid today with a bonus? And guess who's gettin' treated to whatever they feel like tomorrow tonight?"

-"Sorry, Mammon, I can't. I have to go to the human world with Lucifer."

-"What'd'ya mean? I didn't hear nothin' 'bout Lucifer havin' to go to the human world."

"Regardless of what you did or didn't hear, it's true all the same. Yuki and I have an appointment in the human world and won't be back for a couple days. Your plans will have to be postponed for later."

-Why was something always blindsiding him lately?

-"What?! Well, if Yuki's goin', I'm goin' too!"

-"Absolutely not. I don't need you causing havoc when I take my eyes off you for more than a second. Don't worry, though, I'll need your company next week for a special trip to the human world."

-It had been quick, but Mammon had thought he had seen Yuki flicked zir eyes at Lucifer.

-"Mammon, it's just for a couple days. Do your best to tough it out. We'll hang out plenty after, okay?"

"Ya better keep your word."

[The Night Before]

-"Mammon, don't forget you're accompanying me to the human world tomorrow morning," Lucifer announced when everyone had sat down for dinner.

-"Yeah, yeah, I remember," Mammon replied. He wasn't the least bit interested in being ordered around doing paperwork and errands. Catching movement from his peripheral, Mammon noticed Yuki trying to look at him without being obvious. He just got zir back, and they had hardly spent any time together. He didn't want to leave, even if it was just a day. More than anything, he wanted to stay with Yuki. "You should definitely come too. You agree, don't ya, Yuki?"

-Yuki barely had the chance to open zir mouth, let alone formulate an answer, before Lucifer answered instead. "No, Yuki has other affairs to attend tomorrow. It's only a day, Mammon. I'm sure you'll be able to handle it, so don't complain."

-There wasn't any further comments about the trip, but Mammon made it obvious he was still hot under the collar with the way he stomped away, taking Yuki right along with him, when dinner concluded. He had been on cleaning duty with Belphie, but Lucifer offered in his place, quelling any complaints.

-Lucifer smiled amusedly to himself as he cleared the table. If only Mammon was aware enough to know what was planned for the day.

-"I can't believe that jerk," Mammon remarked as he dropped onto Yuki's bed. Yuki rolled zir eyes in response before sitting beside the grumpy demon. "I had plans I wanted to do tomorrow, ya know? Dammit! He just came back from the human world!"

-"Did you actually have plans?" Yuki asked it with a sarcastic tone, but zie was suddenly concerned. It was his birthday tomorrow, so maybe he had made plans that Yuki hadn't accounted for.

-Mammon glared at Yuki, his cheeks a shade darker than a moment prior, either from frustration or embarrassment wasn't certain. "I did," he stated softly.

"With who?"

"You, obviously!"

"Wait, we had plans tomorrow? What di--"

-Before Yuki could finish Mammon yanked zir down next to him, hugging zir tightly. Momentarily surprised, Yuki was slow to return the embrace. Zie expected him to be a bit clingy because zie'd been unavailable to be with him for a while, but this hug felt a bit too tight, desperate.

-"You said we could hang out after y'all returned from the human world, but we ain't had much time without being interrupted or the others butting in."

-"Ah. You're right," Yuki agreed. It's funny how zie had been planning this whole affair for Mammon, but in the process has unintentionally abandoned. Zie regretted that.

-"You're warm," he muttered into zir neck. "..I've missed ya like crazy. I've been dyin' to hug you, but it isn't actually enough now that I am. I'm not lettin' you go for the rest of the night."

-A soft sting of guilt hit Yuki's heart. Zie probably could have done a better job of trying to keep the surprise a secret without leaving Mammon completely in the dark, but between the jobs and helping Diavolo and classes taking up the majority of zir time... No, that wasn't an excuse. Yuki had hurt Mammon. That was obvious.

-Yuki entangled zir legs with Mammon's and reached zir arms around his waist, holding him close. Zie took a moment to just be with Mammon, inhaling his smell, hearing his heart beat. Zie had missed him too, a whole bunch, almost too much, but hopefully tomorrow would make up for the weeks of absence and neglect. "I missed you, too, Mammon. Just put up with it for a little bit longer."

[The Day!]

-"Happy birthday, Mammon!!"

-He had heard Yuki's voice before he had actually seen zir. He was flabbergasted to see zir come out of the cabin he had arrived at.

-When Mammon had woken up and joined the others for breakfast, Yuki had already left. It wasn't long after that Lucifer and he prepared for the trip to the human world. He had dragged his feet and groaned, making a show of not wanting to go. When Lucifer had sent Mammon ahead of him to get things ready, he thought it had been a punishment for his attitude, but after coming through the portal into the human world, he realized it wasn't in the city or anywhere near the hotel they usually stayed at.

-The scenery was beautiful and spacious, open in nature with cabins lining a sparking lake that had docks and piers dividing it. Unlike the city cramped full of people and towering buildings designed with glaring windows that bounced the bright sunlight off of them and funky smells, this area was full of trees that casted cool shadows and a refreshing breeze that rustled the leaves.

-Mammon was absolutely gobsmacked.

-Yuki beamed when zie saw the awestruck trance Mammon was in. Zie was hoping he'd like it. Mammon was definitely a city boy, but Yuki took a guess he enjoyed the lure of natural scenery too, based on their picnic date and walks through the forests.

-Mammon's daze broke when he saw Yuki approaching him. "What's goin' on, Yuki?"

-"C'mon, ya dummy, think! You didn't expect Lucifer to make you go on a business trip on your birthday, did you? It was his way of bringing you up here without being suspicious. Although, I thought you definitely would've caught on last week with what he said."

-He had completely forgotten about his birthday. Mammon had been entirely focused on Yuki and zir strange attitude that he'd spaced on even the date.

-"Oh."

-"Yeah, so," Yuki stepped back and spread zir arms out, displaying the lake on zir right and the cabin on zir left, "happy birthday... again! You mentioned a cabin by a lake as an ideal place to go, and you also wanted to rent a boat in the park, so I thought merging the two together would be a good idea! On top of that, I plan to 'spoil ya rotten all day'. What does the Great Mammon think?"

-"Ya know, I'm not deaf to the mocking tone. You're killin' the mood before it's even started, but I guess I can let it slide!"

[Final Hours]

-As the dimming daylight darkened through the pulled curtains, Yuki and Mammon lounged restfully on the couch. Mammon used Yuki's lap as a pillow as zie stroked zir fingers against his head. The tingling feeling traveled down his spine and relaxed his body. He could probably fall asleep in this position with Yuki brushing his hair with such tender touches. If they were at the House of Lamentation, they wouldn't be able to have this kind of moment without being interrupted by his brothers. Too bad the day was coming to an end.

-Dwelling on the negative thought caused him to unintentionally frown, and Yuki noticed the crease on his brow. Zie poked his forehead to get his attention, and his eyes opened to see Yuki leaning over him.

-"What are you thinking about?"

-"That we'll have to go back to the Devildom tomorrow. How am I s'posed to accept that after today? Today was too good to end like that, ya know?"

-Yuki hummed in agreement. Zie briefly looked away as a thoughtful expression morphed zir features. "Well," zie started, zir eyes focused back on Mammon, "I couldn't afford to stay for more than one night. My birthday is just a few months away, so maybe you could plan something for us, like when you rented the pool."

-Mammon felt a pang of short-lived guilt for complaining. Yuki had worked hard to save enough money to rent this cabin, even with Diavolo hooking zir up months in advance. "I still can't believe ya didn't just tell me. I was actually..."

-"Worried you did something? Sorry, Mammon. I should have said something, but I was nervous that I couldn't keep it a secret. I was too excited to not tell you, but then the jobs piled up and I promised to help Diavolo in exchange for talking the price down with the owner. I shouldn't have ignored you though. I'm sorry."

-There was a lull in their conversation, but it was only a slightly weighted silence. The misunderstandings were cleared up and today was one of the best days Mammon had ever had, spending it alone with Yuki. He would have enjoyed it even if it hadn't been his birthday and with Yuki pampering him all day.

-"C'mere," Mammon said as he placed a warm hand against the back of Yuki's neck, pulling zir down for a kiss. "You're goin' to have to take responsibility for my feelings. You're the reason I was stressin' out. The whole time you were busy workin' your ass off for this trip, I was thinkin' of you. As your first, I'm entitled to know what you're doin'. I'm gonna get my fill of ya tonight before we have to head home. I've got weeks worth to get outta ya."

-Yuki's cheeks heated as Mammon greedily kissed zir lips. Zie silently agreed that zie wanted to get the most out of Mammon while they were still alone, but one night of trying to cram almost a month and a half of time lost wasn't possible.

-"Your lips are warm," Mammon murmured as they separated. "That wasn't nearly enough to satisfy me though. I wanna show ya how much I appreciate you."

-"What, uh, what do you wanna do?"

-"Right now? Nothin'. Bein' with ya like this is enough for the moment. I love you, Yuki."

-An explosion of emotions surged through Yuki's chest to the rest of zir body, making zir giddy with adoration. Zie wasn't sure how zie was containing it, but staring down into Mammon's eyes, seeing his tinted cheeks, and him just relaxing with zir simultaneously fueled zir feelings more while also grounding zir.

-"I love you, too, Mammon."

[amintyworld]

fuck i didn't think this through i gotta get a new ao3 account for it before i can post it uh uh uh i am copy pasting the doc and praying

Ranboo Beloved was going to pass out.

It had been a VERY long evening at the gas station he worked at, and there were still another two hours left until he could go home. Groan. Taking the night shift truly was hell. He mumbled something about minimum wage groggily and grabbed a couple sodas to stuff in the fridge. As he stepped towards the back, he heard a sound from one of the aisles.

‘BANG!’

Ranboo jolted, then flipped around and ducked behind the aisle, dropping the sodas in his panic.

‘It's okay. I’m fine. I probably won’t die. Oh no what if I die. God, if I die, please look after Enderch-‘

“OI! BITCH! LITTLE HELP, HERE?”

He turned slowly into the area, making sure to grab a broom in case he needed self defense, only to see a boy, around his age, blond and covered head to toe in dirt, clutching an alarming amount of chips. “Grab a couple of these, would you.. What’s your name?”

“Oh! It’s.. um.. Ranboo!”

“Cool, now Ranboob, help me out with these crisps, would you?”

“That’s uh, not my name. Do you just want a cart?”

“NO! CARTS ARE FOR THE WEAK !! AND I AM A BIG MAN, I AM SIMPLY TOO POWERFUL FOR WEAK SHIT.”

“I- uh- yeah. Alright. Lemme just grab these and take em to the register..”

“No, Ranboob, you’re a fool. A fool and a coward and morally wrong. See, why would I buy them when I could do this magical little thing called stealing?”

“WHAT?? YOU CAN'T DO THAT,”

The kid (damn, Ranboo still needed to ask for his name) narrowed his eyes. “What, are you a pussy?”

“N- I’m not.. that, but I work here, so I can’t really let you steal.”

Realizing what this meant, the boy dropped the chips, but seemed to be sizing Ranboo up. He paused, then let out a sigh, reluctantly putting a few more back.

Ranboo took a look at the blonde. A real look, not just to be polite. He realized that his shirt was practically swallowing him whole, and his frame was alarmingly bony. Even his raggedy beanie looked too big on him. His blue eyes looked tired, like he hadn't slept in a week. Hmm. Ranboo relinquished the broom and stood up.

“What’s your name?” He asked, grabbing one of the chip packs back from the shelf.

“Tommy Careful Danger Kraken Detective Innit. But you can call me sir.

“What if I called you Tommy?”

“Hmm, tolerable.." the boy said with a half smile. He hopped off the ground where he was. "Alright, see you later, Boob Boy.”

“Boob- I. Okay. Alright-“

As he stuttered, the blonde (Tommy!) started to head out the front. As he passed the cash register, Ranboo hesitated.

“Wait!”

Tommy turned around to face him.

“Whatdayaneed?”

“Do you.. do you want a slushie? On the house?”

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Ranboo Beloved wasn't doing too bad.

It had been a few weeks since that night. He had gotten a raise for ‘preventing’ a shoplifting (little did his manager know), and he’d found a friend in Tommy. He supposed it was his first real one, since toddlers who were related to him didn’t really count. Sorry, Micheal. Speaking of said friend, he was due for a visit. It was about the time of night that he normally dropped by for a free slushie and a fun conversation.

The bell rang from the door across from him. Right on time.

“Tommy! Hey! The usual?”

Tommy entered with grandeur, but seemed to be holding the soor for someone.

"Not yet, big man. I’ve got someone I want you to meet! Tubbo, c’mon, would you? We don’t have all night here,” he yelled, seemingly giving up on holding the door and walking to the register. He grabbed a bar stool to sit on.

As he said it, Ranboo saw someone poke their head out from the door. It seemed to be a kid a bit shorter than Tommy, with choppy bangs that covered his eyes and ears. He slid around the entrance and perched on the stool right before Tommy could sit down.

“You son of a bitch!” Tubbo gave him a shit eating grin in response. “Ranboo, the complete ass right here is Tubbo, he wouldn’t know good manners if they hit him in the face,”

“Says the one who tried to rob my store the first time we met,” Ranboo quipped, quirking an eyebrow up at the blonde.

Tommy shot him a glare, but he was holding back a smile as he replied, “Listen, you bastard, it’s not my fault you have a very robbable store,”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“Exactly what I said, your store is simply weak and easily robbed by big strong men such as myself,”

“Right, which is why I caught you and you immediately gave up,”

“I… you know, you haven’t introduced yourself to Tubbo-“

Ranboo smirked, knowing that he had won. “Hi Tubbo, I’m Ranboo,” he greeted, holding out a hand for the kid to shake.

Tubbo tilted his head at the hand being held up, and promptly chomped down with surprisingly sharp teeth.

“HOLY SH- SHOOT, OW?! DUDE!” Ranboo exclaimed, jerking his now bleeding hand back behind the counter.

“Tubbo, c’mon man, I thought we went over this..” Tommy sighed, glancing at the unhinged boy in question with exasperation. He shrugged in response, seeming to be guilty, but made no move to apologize or help Ranboo grab bandages.

Tommy scratched the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “Soooo, uh, how’s about those slushies, Big R?”

Ranboo sighed. Maybe he should’ve just let Tommy shoplift.

After wrapping his hand up, he grabbed two cups and filled one with Tommy’s usual: half cherry, half coke. When he got to the second, he spun around. “Hey Tubbo, what flavor do you want?’’

Tubbo looked caught off guard at being addressed. “..Surprise me.”

Ranboo grinned. He grabbed the cup, and filled it with his personal favorite: alternating layers of strawberry and lemon-lime. Then he bent over the counter and grabbed the secret ingredient in any good slushie, the tiny umbrella. He gingerly placed it, then popped straws in both of the drinks.

When he slid them to the boys, Tommy squinted at Tubbo’s. “How come Tubbo gets an umbrella? You never gave me one..”

"You never asked!" Ranboo teased, but he still grabbed another and plopped it in the icy mixture, much to the blonde's delight.

They chatted about whatever came to mind, with Tubbo occasionally adding a few words. (He seemed especially interested in hacking and explosions. Concerning, but Ranboo wasn't about to question it.)

After about an hour of goofing off, Tommy and Tubbo decided to say their goodbyes. Ranboo threw their now empty cups into the trash behind him, and they stood up, tidying the area and fixing the barstools. Tommy was the first to speak.

"See you later, Boob Boy! I'd thank you for the slushies, but it's you who should be grateful that you've gotten to spend the evening in my presence,"

Ranboo rolled his eyes, glad that he could tell when Tommy was just being dramatic. He really was grateful under all the fanfare. Probably.

"Yeah yeah, sure. Now get out of here before I have to report a slushie theft. It was nice meeting you, Tubbo."

Tubbo smiled at him, a real smile that didn't make Ranboo scared he was about to be bitten again, and headed out the door with Tommy following behind.

As they left, Ranboo realized that he still had another hour of his shift, and he hadn't even started with the sweeping. Crap.

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"Tubbo, seriously! You could have blown our whole cover!"

Tommy was practically running to keep up with the smaller boy. After an excessively boring bus ride and a mile long hike, they had finally entered the forest. Now, they could talk about things that actually mattered without being seen.

"C'mon bossman, it was funny. Plus, what's the Ranboo guy gonna do? If he's really like you said, then we'll be fine,"

"I know, but STILL! You can't just go around biting people. What if someone else had come in?"

"Alright, alright, I hear you. I'll be more careful next time. How much longer do you wanna keep up the act?"

Tommy let out a sigh. "Not much longer. I think this is it, I really do. Ranboo's a good person, he can help us,"

"If you're sure."

Tommy simply smiled, ever so slightly. He was sure. He hadn't been sure about a human in a very long time, not since.. him. Hopefully Ranboo would be better. No, he would definitely be better. Yeah. For sure.

He didn't have any longer to ponder, though, since they had arrived.

Tubbo glanced back at him. "You ready?"

"Yeah."

With that, the two of them launched off the mossy ground and into the air, with shimmery wings sprouting from their backs. Finally. It was time to go home.

"I do have to admit, though, he makes a pretty good slushie. I liked the lemon lime."

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it's not the best but like i tried and ill probably do more for it, im excited for when wilbur shows up

AWWWE I love it!!!!

Poor Ranboo has no idea what’s coming kekw-

Also the lil Failed affectionate nip I-

🥺

[v-hope]

You're his celebrity crush and meet at an awards show

Pairings: OT7 x International Artist!Reader

Genre: Fluff, crack ig

Request: "hii ! i love your work and i've been having major feels with the boys at the bbmas so i was wondring if you could write a reaction for u being an artist they have a crush on and they meet you at an awards show and it's all cute and stuff?? 💜"

A/N: I really loved writing this! I'm just gonna do what I do with Shipping Material, for those of you who don't know hahah:

“English”

«Korean»

Kim Seokjin

“You know BTS?”

You couldn't help but giggle at the man's words, nodding your head right after, for there was really no other answer to that.

When you had gone to the restroom earlier that night, only to find people waiting outside of it because of how full it was, you had considered turning around and coming back some time later, but it just so happened that no other than Kim Seokjin had arrived two seconds after you, and had decided not to let his chance to talk to you slip away; even if he didn't have Namjoon to translate for him.

So now here you were, both of you not even bothering on lining up anymore, and instead moving aside not to block the way.

“Who doesn't know BTS at this point?” you answered after having uselessly tried to conceal your smile, raising one of your eyebrows and earning a proud yet shy smile from Jin. “You know Y/N?” it was your turn to cheekily ask.

He stretched his arms out before folding them over his chest as he leaned against the wall. “Ah, yes” he tried to play it cool, “very beautiful” he nodded like it was a fact, bringing immediate heat to your face, “voice… yeah” he emphasized, holding one of his thumbs up.

You gazed down in embarrassment, allowing another laugh to escape your throat – an action of yours he found to be quite adorable.

“I'd have to say the same about Kim Seokjin then” your eyes locked with his once more, ones that had sparkled at the fact that you actually knew his name. “10/10 vocals and looks”.

At that, he unsuccessfully tried to erase the smile that had already formed on his lips – his ears turning a furious red.

“Me? Oh, no” he denied, waving his hands in front of him, “no... you are best”.

Out of your mouth came what was a mix of a scoff and a laugh. “What? No way, hear me out–”

Who would've thought your first interaction ever would turn into a ‘no, you're better’ contest. At least you made him comfortable enough to fight you from the beginning.

Min Yoongi

“You mind if I join you?”

Yoongi's head snapped up at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, his eyes opening wide in shock when he realised he had no other than you in front of him.

Being too caught up in the sight of you, he could do nothing but absently shake his head, moving a little to the side for you to sit next to him.

“Why are you here and not inside?” you wondered in an attempt of making small talk.

“Um, air” he motioned around.

“It does get a little suffocating inside, huh?” you leaned back to take a better look at him.

He simply nodded his head, gazing down to his lap before a small smile took over his factions.

“You're sure I'm not bothering you?” you worried, noticing how quiet he was. “I didn't know you'd be here, I can leave if–”

“I'm just…” he interrupted you, looking up to lock eyes with you, “shy...” he admitted sheepishly.

Not only because he was insecure about his English, but also because it was you.

Your lips curved up as you stared fondly at him. “Okay then” you looked ahead, “let's just stay quiet for a while if that makes you feel better”.

So the two of you did just that; remaining silent for a little while, doing nothing but enjoy each other's company. Anyone who saw you would've thought it was such an awkward scene, but it was the complete opposite, actually. It was weird to find a stranger you could be so comfortable around with. It was nice, for both of you.

«Yah! Yoongi, we've been looking for you everywhere» the quiet atmosphere was disrupted faster than you'd have wanted to by Seokjin. “Oh, hello…” he awkwardly greeted you, receiving a smile from you before his eyes were back on Yoon. «They're announcing the Top Artist Award, come on!»

At the sound of that, Yoongi stood up immediately. “Sorry, I have to go, uh– award...” he spoke softly, almost scared of messing up his English.

Biting your lip, you squinted your eyes as you looked up at him. “Go get ‘em, tiger” you encouraged him with a grin, watching for the first time in person his signature gummy smile.

Thinking for a second before turning around to leave, he digged his hands in his pockets, staring down to you. “You don't... wanna come?”

“Um…” your eyes travelled from him to the door. “You know what? Yeah, I do” you stood up as well, a smirk forming on your lips before you added: “I don't wanna miss all the madness when you guys win”.

If you hadn't won him over already by being understanding about his shyness, with that vote of confidence you sure as hell had.

Jung Hoseok

“Y/N!” he enthusiastically shouted the answer he had been saying over and over every single time the interviewers asked them who they wanted to meet that evening.

Only this time you heard him.

Your head had snapped up at the sound of your name as you walked past them a few meters behind on the red carpet, looking around before your eyes locked with the guy's who was currently interviewing BTS.

“Y/N, hi!” he waved for you to go over there. “Come here, someone wants to meet you!”

Not only did you freeze at that invitation, but so did Hoseok, earning loud laughs from his members as you got closer to them.

“Hi, guys” you shyly greeted with a smile, receiving instant cheerful replies before you stood by Hobi's side, since Joon had stepped aside for you to be in the middle.

Hoseok's eyes were soon to lock with yours – a shy smile parting his lips as he quietly admired your factions, having you unconsciously do the same.

“So, J-Hope right here just told us he was excited to meet you” the interviewer informed you with a smirk, causing Hoseok to tilt his head and turn to his friends as he complained in embarrassment.

Your reaction, however, was something Hobi did not expect at all; for not only did your lips part in what the thought was the brightest, most beautiful smile he had ever seen on you, but you had also covered your face with your hands, letting out a giggle that was soon followed by one of his own.

“Ah, don't tell me that” you told the guy holding the mic in front of you, “he's my favourite, my heart just did a thing”.

«Did she, did she say I'm her favourite?» Hoseok turned to ask Joon with pouty, incredulous lips; later giggling like a little boy on Christmas when their leader confirmed his beliefs. «She did?!» he covered his smiling mouth with his hand.

“Aw, that's so cute!” the other guy gushed at your previous words, for neither of you had any idea of what Hobi's previous gushing had been about. “So you'll be cheering for him tonight?”

“Of course!” you turned to the seven guys. “I mean, I'll be chanting for all of you guys, but if you hear someone screaming ‘J-Hope’ at the top of their lungs, that's probably me”.

And later that night, when he did indeed hear someone screaming his name somewhere in the first rows during his part, his heart sped up uncontrollably, and not precisely because of all the dancing around.

Kim Namjoon

“Oh, f– I'm so sorry” he apologized as soon as his foot had stepped on your long dress, causing you to stumble over.

Luckily for you, just like he almost made you fall, he had also been the one to make sure to catch you – his hands being quick to hold you firmly by your arms, and staying there for a little longer so you could regain your balance.

“It's okay” you let him know with a shy smile, “I've been stepping on it all evening as well” at that, Joon exhaled the air he had been holding, gently letting go of you for once and for all. “It's such an awful, uncomfortable dress. I hate it”.

“Oh” he pursed his lips, eyeing up and down the dress he believed so perfectly hugged your body, “this might not help at all, but I think you look beautiful”.

It did help. Quite a lot, actually – that simple statement itself being enough for a shiver to run down your spine.

“Thank you” you replied, feeling yourself once again becoming shy. “I'm Y/N, by the way”.

“I know” he answered with an obvious tone, later letting out a breathy, nervous laugh, at the realisation of how he had exposed himself. “I um, I'm Namjoon”.

“I know” you repeated his previous words, biting down on your lower lip in response to his dimples showing up as he smiled.

Just like that, your manager called you from the other side of the hall, for you to go change into the outfit you'd be wearing for your performance.

“Seems like I'm finally getting out of this dress” your voice came out with a tone of relief, grabbing the sides of it and pulling it a little bit up so that you could walk properly. “It was nice getting stepped on by you, see you later!”

“It was my pleasure, I hope we can do this again sometime soon!” he played along as you walked away, smiling widely after watching you tilt your head back to let a laugh escape your throat.

Clumsiness? That he could always count on.

Park Jimin

Taehyung sneakily nudged Jimin as you got closer to greet him, for he had frozen on his place as soon as he heard you call them from the other side of the hallway – his eyes in absolute awe as he watched you hug his members one by one.

And when you finally got to him, he didn't really know which one of you was shaking more.

“Sorry” you apologized to all of them once you had pulled away from him, knowing well enough they had all noticed your body slightly tremble, “I'm really nervous, I'm a huge fan of you guys”.

A unison “aw” came out of their mouths.

“Don't be nervous” to everyone's surprise, it was Jimin the one to speak up first, with what you thought was the cutest of pronunciations.

“Yeah” Namjoon backed up his friend, “we're huge fans too, so we're just as nervous, to be honest” he laughed, making you laugh in a way that had Jimin staring with even more admiration.

“Yeah!” Jimin spoke up again, “your voice!” he paused, pressing his lips together and effusively nodding his head to let you know how much he liked it, bringing instant heat to your face as you blisfully thanked him.

He wanted to say something else, to talk more to you, but you were interrupted by your manager tapping your shoulder to hurry you up.

“Oh, um…” you looked around, “I wish I had more time but my performance's about to start” you stuck your lower lip out. “I just wanted to wish you guys the best of lucks later tonight, you're gonna kill it”.

“Ah, thank you!” they all answered once again, with grateful smiles.

“Wait, let's take a picture!” Joon proposed out loud after one of their staff members showed him a camera.

You didn't have to think even once before accepting, turning around to look in the same direction as them. On the other hand, Jimin didn't even try and stop his legs from moving closer to you in the middle, quietly asking Hoseok to move over and let him be by your side – placing his hand over your shoulders without getting to touch you as he smiled brighter than the camera flash itself.

And so when you turned around to say goodbye, he opened his arms to quickly hug you once more before you took off to the stage.

«Aw, she's so beautiful, how's that even possible» he gushed to his members, receiving multiple amused smiles when his smile turned into a pout. «Why'd she have to leave so soon?»

Little did he know that was far from being the last time you met each other.

Kim Taehyung

He was dying to talk to you.

The moment they were guided to their seats and he noticed one of them would be sitting next to you, he had rushed over there to claim it as his. However, just as much as he was dying to say something to you, his confidence was betraying him.

From time to time, he'd turn to you with the intention of starting a conversation in between performances, but nothing would come out of his mouth, turning his head in the opposite direction before he could make a fool of himself. You had said “hi” to each other already, why couldn't he bring himself to say something else?

It was when he noticed you were asking someone for some water, that he decided to take his chance – picking up the bottle of water under his seat to hand it to you.

“Have it” he spoke after your dumbfounded eyes travelled from the item to fix on his. “Is not… open…” his eyebrows knitted together as he looked up, wondering if he had managed to make his point clear.

An understanding smile curved up your lips, taking the bottle from his hands and thanking him before you opened it and took a sip.

Say something else. Tell her she looks pretty. Make small talk. Anything. He repeated over and over in his head, yet nothing came out. So, he smiled once more and turned his head back away from you, internally beating himself up for it.

It was you, later that night, the one who made his wishes come true; when you noticed how one of his members had taken away from him the popcorns he had been munching on, leaving him sulking with a pout on his lips.

“Here” you handed him yours, receiving a baffled expression from him. “You can have mine”.

In the end, what happened was that he did not take yours, but accepted to share them instead – leaning over to your side and finally relaxing next to you as the two of you ate and commented on the show, which lead to lots of laughter througout the night.

Never had he ever thought he'd thank Jeongguk for stealing his food.

Jeon Jeongguk

“Don't be so nervous” you tried to encourage him with a small smile, having his eyes move up from the paper note he was tightly holding to focus on you – a smile of his own curving up his lips as well.

“My English…” he begun, trying to translate the right words in his head, “is not... good”.

“It's pretty good, actually” you once again tried to make him gain some confidence.

Neither of you understood why they had settled things up this way – each one of the BTS members having to present an award with someone else, instead of doing it all together like they always did. In Jeongguk's case, he had been paired up with you, which is why here you were now, both of you sitting backstage, going over your dialogue a few times as you waited for your turn to come.

And he didn't know if it had been a blessing or a curse, for he had gotten to meet you, the one artist he had been crushing on for years… but, at the same time, there was a high probability of him messing up at some point and make a complete fool of himself in front of you.

“You know what?” you spoke after taking in his uncertain eyes. With a raised eyebrow, he let you know you had his attention. “If it makes you feel any better, I can make a fool of myself in front of everyone”.

His eyes opened wide. “W-What?”

“Yeah” you nodded your head, “I'll just mess up the words or something and then you'll have nothing to worry about!”

“No, no” he shook his head, holding his hands out as if to signal for you to stop. “You don't– have to…”

“Oh, I will do it, my friend” you raised an eyebrow in determination. “I already thought of it, there's no turning back now”.

That serious statement of yours managed to get a breathy laugh out of him.

You were his crush for a reason, but knowing you were willing to sacrifice your public image just to help him out with his nervousness? He might as well have fallen in love right then and there.

[sojourntime-aux]

Day 5 (August 6th): Facing Their Fears – What are your OC’s fears and failures? How do they deal with them? Have they been able to overcome them? Will they ever be able to?

Day 5 is a bit of a contrast from my day 4 stuff! Also I may have played fast and loose with the prompt for today, but I hope y'all enjoy these! @khoc-week

> Warning for implied death, or atleast characters MIA.

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Unravel

Tabitha wasn't supposed to be here, she knew that. She especially wasn't supposed to have discovered this.

'No.. no no no.. that can't be..' Tabitha stared at the place in her notebook where pages once had been. Now she was sure she had written something there. Entry upon entry, missing. 'Just like my memory.'

Tears welled up in Tabitha's eyes, although she wasn't quite sure why. All she knew was that her heart tugged at these flashes of memory she was having. The pictures of this someone else she seemed to know, to have spent time with, to have written about, to have.. Tabitha could barely remember her.

What else did they take from her memories? From everyone's memories? Who else did they take?

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Betrayal

Tagen leaned on Kathrynn, the low light of her flat helping to calm his nerves. This was the most relaxed he felt in weeks.

The three of them had started their search for their missing friend only two weeks ago, after she hadn't been seen for their end of the day routine for a week. Tagen had spent days on end searching world after world, and asking everyone one he saw if they had seen her, until Tabby and Kathrynn made him stop and rest. Tagen still looked every day for their missing friend, having not given up hope she would come back.

"Do you believe she's alright?" Tagen mumbled, trying to be hopeful. Kathrynn stopped in the middle of running her fingers through his hair, almost frozen.

"W-what?" Tagen opened his eyes and lifted his head, pulling away from Kathrynn a bit. He could tell there was something wrong with her, just wasn't sure what.

"Tabitha. Do you think she's okay?"

"Um... Yeah sure, if that's what you believe..." Kathrynn glanced down, unable to look Tagen in the eye. Tagen narrowed his eyes, giving Kathrynn a distrustful look.

"Do you know something?" With those words he could see he hit a nerve. He was on his feet now, glaring at her, staring her down with anger burning in him.

"What do you know Kathrynn."

She had followed him onto his feet. She only glanced up at Tagen for moment, but long enough for him to see the overwhelming guilt written on her face.

"I-i'm sorry.." Kathrynn tried to reach out for him, but Tagen backed away. The two of them had become a lot closer over the past couple weeks, closer than they had ever been. That was gone now. Tagen drew his keyblade, wincing at the heat in his hand. He then pointed it directly at Kathrynn.

"Where. is. Tabitha."

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Darkness

It could only be a matter of time, right? The more she thought about it, the more Kathrynn felt the claws of uncertainty within her.

'Could I already have that within me?' Perhaps Tagen's ramblings should have been put a stop. They were what probably got Tabitha. And Tagen... He gave in probably long before she could have known. 'But I should have. I should have seen it. It was right in front of me, wasn't it?'

Tagen's words still echoed within Kathrynns mind, some of them haunting her to her core, some just making her sick. She kept telling herself she had to be strong, she still had Tabby to protect. She couldn't give into all this like they had.

'But didn't I already?'

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Loss

"Hey Tabby, you okay? You seemed a little bit lost in your head today." Tabby looked over at Tagen, who was currently helping him put away dishes before they headed up to the rooftops.

"Yes. I guess I've just got something on my mind is all. Its nothing big." Tabby said, and he put the last dish back in its place.

"Spill. Y'know you can always talk to me." Tagen turned around and leaned back against the sink, making a bit of a point that he wasn't going anywhere until Tabby talked.

"Okay... Well you ever get this feeling that your mostly just a face in the background? And not much else?" Tabby glanced over at his friend, who was giving him a look.

"Is that how you feel?"

"Sometimes.. I don't know, I guess." Tabby confessed. "I just wonder if I've made a big enough impression on the world, to be worth remembering."

~~

Tabby carried out two bowls to the table outside his house. Kathrynn still wasn't talking much, but atleast she was eating. Setting down what he was carrying, Tabby gently pushed a bowl of hot stew in front of his friend.

"Here. It's nice and hot."

"..thank you." The was usually the only response he got now.

Tabby look at the other spots at the table, that had once almost always been filled. There used to be so much chatter around their little picnic table, now it was just...silence. Kathrynn didn't even want to go up to rooftops anymore. Tabby didn't know what was wrong, he could only assume it was heartbreak for their two missing friends.

Slowly their little group had fallen apart, and Tabby couldn't help but wonder about which one of them would be next to go missing, and if he did, he would just fade into obscurity...

-ERROR-

Remember

The girl glanced back over at Tabitha, catching her staring. 

"Need something, sugar?" She asked playfully. Tabitha only blushed, shaking her head and mumbling out a small 'No.' Kathrynn and the other chuckled.

Suddenly the girl moved, making Tabitha look up again, only to gasp slightly. She was holding the heart shaped glasses out, giving them over to Tabitha. She knew Tabitha had never seen her without them, but that wasn't the purpose behind this action.

"Here sugar, take 'em. They're a little lucky in the finding things department, so maybe they'll help you find some answers." She could tell Tabitha was still a little flustered, which made the other girl smirk. She took the opportunity to slip the glasses onto Tabitha's face gently herself. 

"There. Now," She stood up and stretched, running her hand through Tabitha's fuzz. "Ive gotta turn in early, big line up for tomorrow. But I'll meet you guys here again soon, 'k?" She said, looking back over rooftops, to trying and hide her own blush now.

"Bye, see you soon." Kathrynn waved. Kathrynn had clearly picked up on what the gesture ment, or atleast the part that was important. "And Tabitha says thanks." 

"Oh I know." The other girl replied, before turning and making her way off the roof. Once she was on the ground, she glance back up at the roof top where her friends still were.

'Please. Tabitha. I'm doing something dangerous, and possibly stupid tomorrow. But it's for you. You have to remember me if anything happens.'