#i'm posting and replying while this wifi lasts

[dontcxckitup]

// Just a heads up; I will be able to reply to all threads written until 6am throughout the day. Everything posted later will have to wait until I'm back from work cause...well, a pipe in the wall broke last weekend and flooded three floors at work? Our office is thankfully one floor up and wasn't directly affected but wifi is dead and considering the walls and ceiling are...let's say no longer in a good shape...this might take a while.

[michajawkan]

@hfarash replied to your post “You there! Tell me about one of your imaginary gay...”:

Okay yeah, that's fair, "gay girls" does kind of cover your entire wheelhouse. Pick one based on a tabletop game that isn't D&D or Lancer

​Hi I fell asleep and then got distracted but I'm awake and un-distracted so good morning I'm using this as an excuse to talk about one of my Double Cross characters bc I don't have a lot of opportunities for that okay here we go-

Okay, so, her name is Velvet, she's an interplanetary rover and a Renegade being (talked about before here) (tl;dr: the setting's superpower juice can infect things beyond humans, including robotics, and non-human things it infects can disguise themselves as humans) the basic concept came from people humanizing electronics and especially like, the specific way they do it for the ones designed to explore space (bc it's one of the few times it comes off as genuinely sweet and not weird), and as with all things that I find kind of neat, I made a character about it;

SO, a lot of character creation in Double Cross has the option to use random tables to roll or pick from and while most elements can just be done freestyle if you want, I like the tables, so a lot of this next bit is gonna talk about me interpreting said tables because I think it was fun-

First up is actually something that doesn't come from a table, which is work and cover, work is what the character does and it affects their stats and skill and etc, and cover is what they appear to be normally, like your work could be "vigilante" while your cover was "businessman", for a completely random example- So, Velvet is a Renegade being so her Work is that she's a Renegade Being (C) and her cover is that she's an information broker, because she comes installed with wifi and also picked up a some secrets by being an advanced piece of robotics built to explore space

Then for the next bit there's Origin, Experience, Encounter, Awakening, and Impulse, the former three are to set up connections with other people bc themes and etc and the latter two describe how you came into contact with the Renegade and your primary feeling when you go sicko mode for whatever reason

So for Origin she gets "Watched from Above" which suggests "Protector" as the relevant person, so, because she's exploring distant planets, "Above" becomes "down on Earth" with the protector being a member of the operating staff, Experience is "Harsh Environment" and you'd think that'd be space, and it kind of is part of it, but I'm also using it to describe the environment she returns to, and the "Ally" it suggests as the connection is going to be a small animal (I haven't actually decided specifically what bc I haven't done any art yet but my first thought is a lab rat but I'm also compelled by maybe a squirrel or a small bird)

Now Encounter is an interesting one bc this table actually directs you to specific NPCs with full profiles, for that one I ended up rolling Admiration for the student council president who's hardworking and super nice and cute and everyone likes her and yeah I'll take that free yuri--

Awakening is one that I had a lot of fun with bc the only mechanical effect is that it dictates a portion of the stat that indicates how active your Renegade is by default and I was having a hard time choosing between Anger and Yearning, but then I noticed that they have the exact same value mechanically, so I decided the answer is both-

and then Impulse is, well, an impulse your character has when they lose control because themes, mechanics, etc-- her's isn't esp interesting bc it's Hatred, which is just an extension of her awakening being Anger-

Okay this is taking too long and I'm getting embarrassed so the last segment is what she's actually capable of doing with her abilities so I'll make this slightly quicker maybe idk I'm trying--

All the powers in this game are divided into one of 13 syndromes and you get to pick between 1-3 of them, Velvet has 2 and they're Black Dog (control over electricity and by extension machinery, electronics, magnetism, cybernetics, etc) and Morpheus (creation and manipulation of items, a lot of its abilities are equipment upgrades and pulling new gear out of thin air)

The former was obviously necessary bc she's a robot so ofc she has a bunch of the cybernetic powers but then for Morpheus I actually just picked that one specifically for one of their RP-only powers, Component Analysis

y'know, bc she's a rover, it'd be weird if she couldn't identify materials-

[hiddenhauntedtales]

I feel I should do an "introduction" of sorts before too much time passes and before I (hopefully!) get a lot of comments and the like on posts.

I've started this blog partially as a way to record things I observe/learn while travelling. To be specific, I am travelling across Europe at the moment. On foot.

I've been making my way across Germany for the last few weeks, and have traversed nearly 500 kilometers. My hope is to cover well over a thousand more.

I'm doing it the 'old-fashioned' way, too: I have a phone, but am keeping it set on airplane-mode at all times. I can still use it as a flashlight, a camera, and a notepad, but unless I can find a wifi connection, it isn't going to be sending or receiving anything. Emergency calls are still an option, of course. But I will only be connecting to the internet with wifi, as a means to somewhat replicate the historical traveller's limitations; they would be stuck writing letters back and forth, after all, and that can't be done while out in the middle of nowhere.

I felt I should clarify this, since I will likely be completely radio-silent for a couple of days at a time, and then post a ton of things all at once. The same goes for replying to comments, etc.

Again, I feel I should stress that I'm still working all this out, and hopefully I'll be able to look back at this post in a few month's time and be proud of what I've learned - both about tumblr and about myself. We shall see what happens in time, I suppose.

[snakily-snakes]

Helloooo, last day before i go off anon and u still haven't replied to even one ask ( tbh kinda upsetting bcz the person who was supposed to send me these only sent 1 n that was three days late n I'm sending one every day n still ur not replying which makes me kinda think that u don't really wanna be here in which case u shoulda just opted out but like i totally get if ur just don't have wifi for a while or devices n its outta ur control bcz I've been there but like u still rbed smth else so idk what to think sorry if im being mean im just a little confused sorry) but anyways

Ur question for today is to give a fashion hot take. Any opinion u have about fashion really, but preferably a controversial one lol.

🤍🤍🤍

To my secret santa,

Thanks for the asks and I appreciate you

I’m just a really private person and I suppose I didn’t fully process the implications of the social rules of a secret santa event. I liked the idea of sending and receiving things, but answering asks publicly is not something I’m the most comfortable with anymore. I tend to keep asks sent to me unanswered these days, and just read them privately for my own enjoyment. I’m realizing now that this is perhaps unfair to you, and I apologize for that.

I promise I’m not being unresponsive maliciously, but answering questions takes a lot out of me, particularly when I’m not always sure how to answer them.

I’m just writing this to let you know that I see you, and that I’d maybe be okay to even answer some of the questions you sent on previous days over a private chat since that won’t be posted publicly once anon is off. I appreciate your patience. My apologies for waiting so long to respond after you asked why I wasn’t answering the first time.

[ofwrxth]

Jakob immediately tries to stray from the thought of Demi tasting his cologne. He's just a guy, though, so he clears his throat, grateful for the din of the crowd around them "Uh, last I checked, they usually say for external use only, Demetria." He says matter-of-factly, and with a deadpanned look to boot. "Felix? Oh, honestly, he's kinda doing good," Jakob nods, his shoulders sagging in relief as he thinks of his brother. Sweden had been a breakthrough, even if he doesn't say it aloud. "I give it a few months, if that, before he and Bella move in together. So he's, you know, just fine," he says with a smirk, rolling his eyes playfully. "Right, that's not stereotyping at all. Just 'cause he's Swedish I gotta know him?" Jakob snickers as he glances at the billing hanging from lamp post, realizing he does, in fact, know the DJ from one of the clubs Tarquin had helped open in Zurich.

The two of them walk and Jakob swats her hand away, ignoring how his heart stutters in his chest as she pinches his cheek and teases him. They've always acted this way. It's nothing new. Even so, Liora's nips at Arlo's heels, the two familiars engaged in a friendly game of tag; neither seem too focused on winning. "We're not everywhere. Just a lotta place." He can't help but think there might've been more of them were it not for recent discoveries about his family. But the thought is quickly shoved away as he nods. "Yeah, it probably gets fucking annoying to always be elbowing people outta the way." Given Ines' size, it seems like it would be more trouble than it's worth. Still, he's glad she's coming. He is. But he's also glad he found Demi before running into the rest of their friends.

"Okay, wow, rude," he flicks her nose. "I said you dance like one, not that you are one." Jakob scoffs, even if he's unaffected by the playful insult because this is just how they are with each other. Constantly teasing. They had been years ago when they were in school, and then it had become easy to fall back into old patterns when she returned to the city. It had been like playing a song he knew by heart, without even realizing he'd remembered. "Well, duh. It's toxic. I haven't done it to her!" He holds up his hands in protest, and shakes his head. "I'm just saying. Sometimes it'd be easier. Signal is terrible at these things too." Everyone using the same few towers. Maybe that's what Thea should work on next – express wifi and data for witches. "I wouldn't put a tracking spell on you… or her," he concludes for good measure, shaking his head at the thought.

Jakob tries not to picture her dumping water on herself, or how that might look, and instead glances away towards the sea of people around them. "Yeah, she's got a way of making you want to take care of the environment." He chuckles, remembering how Agneta had looked when Bella asked about her composting methods at dinner. The witch takes the seat beside Demi, long legs outstretched before him. He leans on his elbow and sickers at her reply. "What game?" he asks innocently. "I've just never known you to slow down unless you feel like you're going too fast. And that's usually after...mmm three? Or four drinks." Jakob says knowingly, the expanse of their friendship providing him with insight into her drinking habits. "But the day is still young. And honestly, I'd rather not spend it holding your hair back while you barf." As nice as her hair is. Another thought he shakes away as Liora returns to him now, moving up his shoulder to rest. "Arlo tire you out, girl? He's kind of a lot, isn't he?" Jakob teases, drawing a gentle finger down Liora's back. To the outside eye, it would just look like he was scratching his shoulder.

'oooh, she's got really good taste.' demi nods and hums sincerely to the scent. she only half catches the freudian slip. but she doesn't mean it like that! 'or smell, rather. unless it's edible.' even arlo, who still wears his dopey smile, glances up to his witch, blinking at demi momentarily. the mention of felix causes her attention to fix to jakob, not that it was anywhere else. 'how is he doing?' demi's head tilts with the careful question. 'oh! they're great! yeah, there's a swedish dj which made me laugh. maybe you know him.' she grins, turning back to jakob to mirror the squinting gaze he gives her as she chuckles.

the soft brush of his fingers against her cheek is an old yet new sensation. a familiar gesture which demi tells herself is a positive for their once lost friendship, ignoring how it briefly causes her to hold her breath. as jakob then points to his face and wears a psychotic smile, her laughter breaks free. 'aww, i know. it's unfortunate.' she teases, grinning widely to him and her hand lifts to pinch at his dimple. 'what are we gonna do with the ranstromen faces, huh? y'all are everywhere.' she rolls her eyes in a playful gesture. 'that's fair, this is nothing on coachella but not everyone likes crowds.' the thought of liora in biker kit makes her laugh, demi glancing to the stout only to see her...on arlo's back.

'excuse you!?' she feigns utter offense as jakob mocks her dancing, snapping her attention to the other witch. 'you're literally built like one of those things.' demi insists but her laughter shows there's no harm done. even at the shove, and once again a touch from jakob that feels different than it should. she feels it even when they slow into the line together, how she stands with a slight hover to bring herself closer to him. maybe it's all of the i miss you's that she never had a chance to say? that must be it. 'locator spell!? that's toxic.' demi remarks through another laugh. 'i hope you haven't done that to ines, i'd have to rescue her.'

she gives jakob a playfully stern look at his reaction to the water, chuckling slightly as he pays. 'sorry for making you break the bank, broke boy.' demi cackles once they've moved away from the line and she snatches the bottle from him without any true frustration. 'you're lucky i'm actually thirsty, or i'd dump this over me just to prove a point. but that's also wasteful. and bella gets in my head easily.' she laughs, slowly lowering herself to a sit on the ground. her legs suddenly stiff and making her nose wrinkle. 'wow, i feel a 110.' she comments, opening her bottle before tapping it to jakob's beer. 'i'm not playing this game.' she says after a sip, wagging a finger at him. 'because you'll call me an alcoholic and i'll get a complex, and then be at asphodel's next aa meeting.'

[daydreamgoddess14]

Life After Richmond pt. 5

MASTERLIST

A Jason Sudeikis multi-chapter RPF w/a reader insert OFC. No use of y/n l/n.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 - Final Chapter

Mexico was hot. Laura had found a gorgeous hotel right on the beach with views and tequila to die for. She’d diligently kept her Instagram followers up to date, which also included Beth and Brett. She’d posted a handful of pictures of their first couple of days - a selfie of the two of them with margaritas in hand, Callie on a sun lounger with her head in a book, the view from their room… On their last full day they'd spent the morning on the beach, Callie in the water and Laura in the sun. As Callie walked back up the beach to their spot, Laura snapped a photo, and wolf whistled.

"Wooo, look at you. Holy crap babe you look great - look at that?!" She held the photo up to Callie to approve. "Raquel Welch eat your fucking heart out." She posted it straight away with exactly that caption, alongside a few more she'd taken in the latter half of the week. Without her phone, Callie had no idea what Laura had actually posted throughout the week, but she trusted her regardless. Saying goodbye with one final cocktail, they made their way to the airport in a cab. Callie retrieved her phone from the depths of her bag and brought it to life. She'd loved her disconnected week, but she wanted to find out how the final days had gone on Ted and how Beth had been. While they got coffee, Callie let the airport WiFi bring her phone into the present day. There were only really her favourite 3 people to catch up with. A string of messages from Beth, usually off the back of seeing Laura's photos, a couple off Brett, and just the one from Jason. She replied in the order she'd seen them, Beth first, and then Brett. She opened the message from Jason, short and to the point, 

'Fucking hell babe, are you trying to kill me?'

She frowned, and replied first before opening her social media. 

'What's up? Just catching up. I have no idea what's going on?'

As Instagram opened up, the algorithm brought her most popular followed accounts to the top with the content she'd missed. Greeting her at the very top of the timeline was her own bikini picture. She scrolled through the others Laura had posted, liked them, and commented on them. She showed Laura Jason's message while they waited to board.

"You idiot, he's seen your hot bikini pic - isn't it obvious?" Callie hadn't considered that. She didn't think he had Instagram, but then again she also thought he didn't have Twitter so her track record was not great. 

"Oh wow, you think?" Laura nodded emphatically. 

"For sure. Message him again." Callie brought up their message chain and looked expectantly at Laura. 

"And say what maestro?"

"You're the writer." Laura snorted. Callie thought for a while. 

'Ah. All caught up now. My back burned that day, should have put more sunscreen on.'

'You're funny. You should probably bump Laura from the next trip if she's not going to help you with sunscreen.'

'I think I will. Let me know if you can think of a suitable replacement.' 

She took a quick selfie of the two of them, still wearing sun hats and glasses, and sent it off with her reply.

'Boarding for home now, will call later or tomorrow. No idea when I'm supposed to land. Hope you haven't missed me too much.'

'Laura's Instagram has been a lifeline.'

She shook her head and switched her phone back off. 

New York was significantly cooler than Mexico. After nearly 3 weeks away, Callie spent the morning doing laundry, catching up on missed emails and refilling her fridge. She joined the scheduled call with Brett and Jason, they'd all missed calls from each other over the previous two days and hadn't been able to properly catch up. 

"Look at those freckles!" Brett laughed as soon as Callie’s video connected. 

"It's the sun! I haven't seen it for so long." She grinned. "How was it finishing Ted?'

"Awful, I think I'm still dehydrated from all the tears. And not seeing him every day is worse than I expected." Brett pointed as Jason's video joined the call. 

"You're not still crying are you? I'll see you tomorrow, you can have another hug." Jason offered, "Hey Callie, good trip?"

"Really good. I think I've missed my calling as a tequila aficionado."

"It's good to have you back. Not that we did much work while you were gone."

They spent a good couple of hours catching up before Brett had to leave for another meeting while Callie and Jason stayed in the call. 

"How's LA?"

"Not bad, I prefer Brooklyn but the kids are here so that makes it better. You catching up with your New York guy now you're back?"

"Nope." Callie popped the 'p'. "I broke it off before I left for Mexico. He wasn't surprised, it's not like we were anything serious, he'd still been seeing other people so… there's that. I just didn't want to disappear completely without saying so."

"I'm sorry it didn't work out."

"Are you?" Callie asked outright. 

"No.” He admitted truthfully, “I'm sorry you didn't find what you were looking for."

"Hmm. I don't think I knew what I was looking for." They fell into silence for a minute. "I need to head off actually."

"Another date lined up already?"

"Only with Laura. I'm giving her my abstract for the next book. Not the one I'm writing now, the next one after that."

"Wow, that's planning ahead."

"It's just an idea for now, we'll see how it goes." 

"I can't wait to hear about it. I have to go too, I'm getting the kids from school."

"Speak to you soon?"

"Of course. Nice to have you back."

Callie fell quickly back into her usual work rhythm, dividing her time between her part written book, the plans for the next one, and the work on the show. She and Jason had resumed their back and forth calls and messages, with time difference having a much lesser impact. With only a week or so before he and Brett were due back from LA, Callie was working flat out. She picked up her phone as it rang and propped it against her tea mug so she could continue typing. 

"Hey, you busy?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Apple Dan wanted to confirm our next meeting. Is two weeks today OK for you?"

"I don't know if two minutes from now is good for me to be honest." Callie snapped. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I'm just stressing with this deadline on the first draft chapters for the book. I've got no fucking hot water in the apartment, the landlord has no idea when it'll be fixed so I'm having to go the the gym every day, which is taking time I don't fucking have right now and it’s absolutely disgusting, I swear people are fucking animals-"

"Hey, hey woah, stop. It's OK. Go to my place - my neighbour with the green door has a spare key. I'll call her now and let her know you're coming. Stay there as long as you need to. Just pick a room, my housekeeper was there earlier in the week to check it over so make yourself at home." Callie fumbled to pick up the phone. 

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I am. I'm not back for another…four days? Five days, I think. If your place isn't sorted by then, you can just stay at mine for longer and I'll stay out of your way while you're on Laura's time."

"Oh god, thank you so much. You're a fucking hero."

"It's really nothing."

"No, it's everything, it's perfect. I owe you big time."

"Get some stuff packed, I'll call my neighbour now."

"Thanks babe, love ya."  Callie hung up the phone and immediately dropped it. Fuck. She grabbed it back up and called Laura without a second thought. 

"Hiii! You ok?"

"Noooo. I just told Jason I loved him."

"Sorry, what?"

"He told me to go to his apartment and stay there cos I was so stressed over the hot water thing and then I went to hang up and it just fell out of my mouth like I was saying bye to you, or Beth. It was just completely…"

"Natural. Because you do love him, he's literally your best friend who did something really nice for you, and of course it was your automatic and natural response. Don't overthink it, he probably didn't even notice." Callie wasn't so sure about that, but she hummed and conceded with Laura before putting some things in a bag. She took an Uber with her stuff the few blocks to Jason's and knocked at the house next door. She vaguely explored the house without being too intrusive, trying to find the guest bedroom. She closed the doors on the kids' rooms so she didn't disturb anything in them, and found the guest room right across the hall from Jason's. She hovered in the hallway between the two doors for a second, eyeing up the bigger bed, but common sense won out and she dropped her bag in the spare room. It was like pressing a big magic button. 

Removing the underlying stress of her apartment issues suddenly unlocked Callie’s productivity. She sat at the kitchen island that she had last shared with Brett and Jason and she drafted outlines for the next book, edited and re-edited her first draft chapters of the new book, and worked hard on tying up the loose plot points that she’d been working on for the show. For three full days she sat from 8am til 6pm and worked, she took an hour each in the morning and afternoon to go for a walk around Jason’s neighbourhood, took some bakery cupcakes to his neighbour to thank them for arranging to let her in, and filled his fridge. Each evening, she sat with a glass of wine and picked a movie from his outrageous collection. By the fourth day, she started pulling on a story thread for the show which had come from nowhere. She missed her morning break, ate lunch while standing in front of her laptop and made voice notes when she went for a walk in the afternoon. She didn’t stop to watch a movie, instead she put You Got Mail on in the background. By 11pm she was asleep on the sofa with her laptop still resting on her stomach. 

Jason saw the lights on from the street, he wasn’t sure whether she’d still be there, the last he’d heard she was trying to find out whether the water was back on at her apartment. Since then, he’d been on an earlier flight back to New York so hadn’t seen an update. The house was quiet when he entered so he stayed silent. He peered around the sitting room door to see Callie laid out on the sofa wearing his hoodie and a pair of pajama shorts. The end credits of You Got Mail were rolling and her laptop looked as though it was about to slide off her stomach to the floor. He reached her just in time to catch it and put it down safely. She stretched out, causing the hoodie to rise up but she didn’t stir at all. He ran his fingers through her hair gently.

“Callie? Callie baby, time to wake up.” she batted his hand away and frowned in her sleep. He took her hand and kissed her palm. “Cal?”

“Jason?” She mumbled in her sleep, rolling to her side to face him.

“It’s me, time to wake up and get into a real bed?” Her eyes fluttered open and she looked blankly at him. She took a couple of blinks to wake up and reached out a hand to brush across his stubble, the Ted mustache had been taken over. She looked completely confused.

“Are you really here?” she whispered.

“I am. You ok?” she snatched her hand back and sat up quickly, shaking off the sleep.

“How come you’re here? I thought you were back tomorrow. Have I missed a day?”

“I got an early flight. Why are you working so late?” He helped her up off the sofa and she stretched out the aching muscles.

“I got carried away with a storyline.” She handed him a beer from the fridge, “I can go back to my apartment tomorrow.”

“That’s good. So I umm… I came back because I was worried about you. I finished my last meeting today and didn’t want to wait for the flight tomorrow.”

“It’s been a much better few days. I submitted my chapters so I’m clear of deadlines now for a few weeks. Plus the water is fixed.” There was an odd silence and a strange nervousness radiating from Jason which was also beginning to engulf Callie. “So, I’m gonna go to bed. Then I can get out of your hair tomorrow so you can settle back in.” She finished her beer and put the bottle in the recycling box.

“I’ve missed you.” He said quietly as she reached the doorway. “Not hearing from you while you were away was so weird and then Laura was posting those photographs and you looked…” his eyes moved from her to the ceiling, “god Callie, you look so perfect. Then. Now. Every single day. I quit. This push and pull? This game? I’m cracking first, I quit.” Callie’s eyes grew wider. She cleared her throat a little. 

“I’m so much braver when there’s an ocean or a fucking phone between us. I can almost forget that�� you take every breath from my body. When you’re there, in front of me, it’s like I can't speak or think. You trip me up every time. I fumble the bag.” She hesitated. “Believe me, you won a long time ago. Brett, Laura, Beth, they’ve been calling me out on my bullshit for months. I just keep getting in my own way.” She fell away to a whisper. She looked at the floor unsure of herself. The silence was deafening. She closed her eyes to blink back tears and as they refocused on the floor, Jason’s sneakers came into view. She looked up, shocked to see the boundless love in his eyes. Callie finally, finally, met him in a searing kiss.

She buried her face deeper into the pillow, hiding from the sunlight. She could feel Jason pressed against her back, breathing softly into her hair and unbothered by the opened blinds. Even in sleep, his hands were everywhere. Callie sighed contentedly. Somewhere across the room, a phone rang. She was all set to ignore it and go back to sleep, but Jason groaned with a low rumble and she suddenly felt anything but sleepy. He left her side briefly to get the phone and answered with a deep, sleepy voice.

“Yeah?”

“Oh… It’s Laura. Is Callie there?” Jason moved the phone from his ear to look at it. Definitely not his.

“Your phone babe, not mine.” He went to hand it over but she pushed it back towards him, rolling over to face him.

“Tell her I’ll call her later, I’m sleeping.” He smirked.

“Uhh, she’s busy, Laur. She’ll call you later.” He hung up and pulled Callie close,

“I said sleeping, not busy.” She pointed out.

“Sleep is for the weak. I’ve waited too long for you to let you sleep.”

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FIN

[axewchao]

Thanks for the birthday wishes, frens.

I would've replied to them the moment I got them, but I was on vacation with my folks and the WiFi provided was... shitty, for lack of better word. To the point where all I could do both here and on dA was lurk.

There's another reason as to why I've been quiet here, and that's because I recently had to say goodbye to my dog.

I'll stick the full story under a readmore.

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I've been struggling with finding a way to say this without making it seem like I'm just... dumping it all on y'all. But it's not exactly something you can dance around, and it probably shouldn't be danced around.

And I didn't want to just pretend to be perfectly fine online, either. Even the idea of trying that just feels... wrong.

So... I will just say it.

I'm putting extra gaps here for emphasis that this is not pleasant talk. If you're uncomfortable with talk of lost pets, please scroll away/hit the back button/leave this post now. I'll add some squiggly lines to act as one last warning.

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I know I haven't mentioned her very much online, but Zira, my beloved poodle and dearest friend for the last 14 years... was put to sleep the day before my birthday.

It broke my heart, but it had to be done; she was old, she had health problems, and the vet said she wouldn't make it by the time I came home.

I wasn't even able to say goodbye to her. Unless a "be good, doggo." counts as I dropped her off for boarding about an hour before I was given the... news.

I was left unresponsive for the rest of the 8th and most of the 9th. It wasn't until my aunt (who previously owned one of Zira's littermates and lost him to similar circumstances a few years prior) took a moment to talk to me that I finally cracked, letting out everything I was bottling up. Had it not been for her reaching out, I probably would still be in a silent state even now, unable to do anything other than lie down and cry because Zira was gone and it felt as though no one else gave a shit beyond obligatory "I'm sorry"s.

I soon learned how wrong I was in that last regard, as I eventually talked about it with my mother who, much like her daughter, isn't one for crying regularly. To actually see her upset to the point of tears over Zira's fate despite almost never interacting with her... it... I'm not sure how to put it, but it was relieving to know that my mom really did care, both about how I felt and about Zira in the end.

Zira was... well, I didn't call her my "fuzzy baby child" for nothing. She meant everything to me, and to think that starting today, I'll be coming home without her there to greet me, to lie at the end of my couch while I sleep, curl up beside me while I draw, or even so much as hear those cute little snores she made while napping... it just hurts. More than I've ever felt in my life.

I can feel myself tearing up as I type, so... I guess I should finish this off. I'm home now, and have already visited the animal hospital to retrieve the collar and bandanna Zira was wearing, which the vet was kind enough to hold onto per my request. Alongside those were a card with Zira's paw print, and a picture of my girl.

I don't know when I'll start posting again, but I'll try not to take too long. And I'll continue to lurk and talk here and there, if only sparingly.

To those who read this to end, I thank you for for your time.

And to those who still have fuzzy (or scaly/feathery) baby children of their own... Cherish them. Give them as great a life as you can, and when the time comes for them to leave... Do what my aunt told me to do; hold onto the memories of them while they were alive. It still hurts, especially since I lost Zira so recently...

But my aunt's not wrong. Because after I cry over seeing Zira's stuff, I find myself remembering my fuzzy baby child fondly, and smile when I thought I no longer could.

[justyourusualash]

As I

Book: Open Heart (Book 2, 3 months after the attack) (Post Book 3)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC {Angel Martin}

Word Count: 630

Warning: None

Rating: Kid

Category: Fluff

Premise: From the first time he tells his girlfriend he loves her, to the first time he tells his wife he loves her.

A/N I: My exams got over a few days ago, but I couldn't post anything due to me not being home and not having proper wifi.

Ethan was walking by the Charles River holding his girlfriend's hand as he watched while she talked.

"And then- What?" Angel smiled as she turned and saw her boyfriend looking at her.

"Nothing." Ethan shook his head.

"Okay." Angel raised a brow.

They sat by the river as Angel caught Ethan staring, again.

"What?!"

"You're really beautiful."

"Shut up!" Angel blushed.

"I'm serious!"

"Yeah. Yeah."

As if to prove it, he then grabbed her chin and tilted her face to kiss her. He broke the kiss and pressed their foreheads together with a smile.

"I love you." He whispered before he could stop himself.

His eyes widened and he watched as Angel's did as well. He thought he'd made a mistake saying it as they had only been dating for a little over 3 months at that point.

"Oh Shit. Listen, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like this and- mmm mm m?" He was cut off as Angel clasped her hand over his mouth.

"Did you mean it?"

"Mm?"

"Sorry. Did you mean the words?" She asked removing her hand from his mouth.

"Yes." He replied, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

"Good. Because I love you too." She smiled.

"You do?" Ethan asked, surprised.

"I love you, Ethan."

"I love you too, Angel."

Right at that exact moment, Angel's phone buzzed, it was her friends, she had planned dinner with them.

"Need to go. I've planned dinner with them." She said, smiling sadly.

"Come on, I'll drop you off." He slung an arm around her shoulder walking them to his car.

"Best boyfriend ever." She reached up to kiss his cheek.

"Am I now?"

"Yes. And I have only had two boyfriends before you."

"One of them, right in front of me!" He exclaimed, causing her to laugh.

While driving back Ethan held her hand, the gesture feeling a lot more intimate than usual.

As he dropped her off, he gave her one last kiss before watching her walk up to the steps of her building.

"Rookie! Wait!" He yelled, jogging up to her.

"Yeah?"

"I love you, Angel Martin."

"As I love you, Ethan Ramsey."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Angel watched as Ethan walked to his car and followed him once he settled, poking her head through the window.

"Woah!" Ethan exclaimed.

"I love you, Ethan Ramsey."

"As I love you, Angel Martin. Now go!"

"Tired of me already?"

"No! Your friends are going to blame me for hogging you."

"Okay fine. Bye. I love you."

"Bye. I love you too."

A few weeks later

"What the hell were you thinking kissing me like that, in front of the whole goddamn hospital?!" Angel exclaimed, trying not to smile as she danced in his arms.

"Just didn't feel like hiding anymore." Ethan shrugged, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I love you, Ethan Ramsey." She smiled.

"As I love you, Angel Martin."

Two days after the proposal

Ethan smiled as Angel snuggled into him a while after they'd managed to finally untangle themselves from each other, after the perfect night two days ago.

"I love you, Angel Martin." He smiled, kissing her hair.

"As I love you, Ethan Ramsey."

Their wedding day

Ethan smiled as he saw the wedding band on his wife's hand as they danced on the dance floor to the tune of their first dance song.

"I love you, Angel Ramsey." He smiled, the name falling off his lips as if by second nature.

"As I love you, Ethan Ramsey." Angel smiled as she rose to her tiptoes to press their foreheads together.

"I love you, Ethan Ramsey." Angel whispered a few moments later.

"As I love you, Angel Ramsey." He returned smiling wider than he ever had.

Taglist (If you want to be added just let me know):

@rosebudde @dr-addieramsey @areallyanonymousanon

@openheartfanfics @choicesficwriterscreations

[imagines-babes]

“So This Is Love” (karl Jacobs)

Honestly, I was trying to use another song for this story. It was "The only exception Paramore. Then got into this song from Cinderella, " So this is love" by Ilene Woods Also sorry for not posting my wifi has been down. Also sorry this is not my best but enjoy.

First person mostly.

Somewhat of a Royalty Au

Karl Jacob List Masterlist

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There is a saying. Once you dance with a stranger or a friend. It's the look that they have on each other of not knowing if it were going to last after the dance. Just a dance. All it could take is a dance with someone to make you feel like you haven't lived

Y/n would laugh about this saying. Y/n never believe that. How one dance can change someone's outlook on life. So when a dance was approaching. My parents would force me to go. They were royal to everyone. The Queen and King. I hated it. How a dance, ceremony, plans, schools, and work. I have to be there. Making excuses but somehow would still manage to go to these events.

Today was no different. In their room, looking for a dress. Even if I didn't want to go. I would still like to dress to kill. Hours passed and I was still in the room. Knocks would continue from my door. Tired of hearing someone knock, walking to the door to no other than Sam. He was wearing a black suit with a dark button-up" Honestly it took you long enough," he said with a hint of attitude. "I'm sorry, okay. Are you here to escort me to this dance." Only having my head poking out. With him nodding. "Are you ready?" Opening the door further so I could come out of the room. Revealing V Neck side split black dress with heels. He looked at y/n wide eyes. "Dress to kill y/n?" "Of course, it wouldn't be me if it wasn't" they both laugh as Sam interlocks my arms together. Heading to the Ballroom

"Come on, we are just waiting for you." A man in a red tie says. He and a couple of his friends wait for one person. "Hey, I didn't rush you when you were taking a shower just to impress some girl huh Sapnap '' The boy in the purple tie replied walking out of his room. "Yeah yeah, whatever, are you ready to go karl?" Walking out of the bathroom. In a black suit. Painted nails, and rings on his left pinky finger. "Yes let's go." With that karl went to the car. He liked dances. It was his time to have fun and show the people his signature dance move. He would dance with a partner but there was never a click. No spark. He was starting to believe that the say of dance wasn't true. Still, Karl would go.

Sam looked at y/n. "I can feel your stare sam what's wrong?" Shopping in the hall near the room. "I'm leaving soon to become a Warden for the prison. ''Turning my head glanced at Sam with sad eyes. Quickly turning to a smile. "I'm so proud of you Sam. That's what you always wanted to do, be the Warden, right." He nods. "So I guess you won't be my bodyguard anymore. Now I'm gonna call you Warden Sam" He laughs at the name, "Yeah I guess you do."

Y/n and Sam have been close since the age of 5. Best friends. At the age of 14, Sam went to be their guard. It was nice to have each other in everything but would get annoying after a while. They danced together. Once. It was a year after Sam was their guard. After their big party, Sam and Y/n were in a room. They danced to a song. It was nice How they danced. They thought they would be the missing piece to each other. Like a Friends to Love story. It sadly wasn't. Sam found his missing piece a month after. Y/n liked her. Every time Sam would talk about her it was nice. He finally found the one for him

"I'm proud of you. But you can't forget about me." He laughs at the statement. "Why would I ever forget about the person who laughed too much and peed in the courtyard?" punching him into the shoulder. "That was supposed to be a secret to take to the graveyeard." With that, they walked away from Sam. He just laughed at them running to them.

Karl, Sapnap, George, Dream, and Quackity went inside the ball. It wasn't hard for them to find ladies or men to ask to dance with. Leaving Karl alone looking around and seeing his friends dance. Haunted to ask someone to dance but there was no one alone for this dance. He heard the horns of the trumpet. He turned to look at the stairs as the King and queen entered. They looked happy. Happy that they found each other. They both walked down the stairs. Again the horns of the instrument started and everyone turned their head. Karl felt his friends come back to the table looking up to the stairs. "Welcome Y/n Salinas, The child of the King and Queen., Accompany them Sam Arthur, their bodyguard and future Warden of the Jail." Everyone clapped. Karl was dumbfounded by Y/n with their smile. He smiled. Quackity hit his shoulder. "You should dance with them." Karl looked at quackity and shook his head. "They are with the Warden I'm gonna stay away from them." Sapnap laughs at Karl's response, "Karl sam has found his lover and it is not y/n. It's some girl in the village who is a librarian." Karl just looked at y/n. Y/n smiled at everyone. Once they got to Karl.

I stared at the boy with brown fluffy hair. With a purple tie. I stared for a little too long to hear Sam calling me. " you are making the poor guy blush," turning back to him. Noticing his cheek turn rose pink. I laughed a little. Going to the side with Sam to see his girlfriend. "Excuse me, I need to do something." With that, Sam left the two alone.

"Karl you're blushing," He looked away from y/n. Sapnap teased him. They laugh at Karl as he turns away from him. "So are you gonna ask y/n to- hey Sam." Karl froze as his friends gave him handshakes with hugs. Then Karl stood up. "You're the boy that was looking at y/n," Sam asked. Now he was shitting bricks. Slow lying nodding. Hearing the music start. With the guitar starting to play. "Come on, you can ask them to dance." Before Karl could say anything he looked around to see all his friends leaving him once more. "Uh Yeah. Let's go."

The song continues as a girl approaches the stage. She sings.

"So who was that boy you saw that made you stop walking? " y/n turned to look over at her. "I don't know what you are talking about Kayla" Kayla laughs at my response. "Well I don't know who you are trying to trick but here he comes." Got confused by her response. Turning my head to her way. She pointed to Sam and him. Blushing, I turned away. "Y/n meet my friend Karl. Karl this is my dearest friend y/n. Now Kayla let's dance shall we?" Sam turned to her with a smile on her face nodding. Kayla whispered in y/n ear, "Have fun," with that she stood up and held Sam's hand. Both walked to the dance floor.

A man approaches the lady. Smiling at each other.

"Would you like to dance?" Karl asked as I smiled. He held out his hand for me to grab on to. Smiling at him. I got a hold of his hand. We both walked to the center. We dance. The two didn't know anything about each other. But the dance made it seem like they knew everything.

“So this is love"

[writingbeary]

Challenge and Hobbies

Note: 

Set during ATEEZ’s quarantine period

all indented braced words are chat messages sent by the fans to avoid confusion haha!

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(During Yunho’s VLIVE)

[Do you talk with the other members while on quarantine? Who is the most talkative nowadays?] 

Yunho read out a comment and pondered for a bit before answering “We do talk a lot in our group chat if that’s what you’re asking. As to who is most talkative...I think Seonghwa-hyung, Wooyoung, and San are the most active. The rest of us just talk as usual.” 

[We haven’t heard from our Minyoung since your quarantine started. How is she?]

“Minyoung? She’s fine. She also doesn’t reply much these days to us.” Yunho said laughing “I think she’s been sleeping a lot lately. We think it’s the first time in a while she actually could sleep this much, although I heard that she’s been planning on going live soon too and hang out with ATINY.”

“Before our quarantine, Hongjoong-hyung, Minyoungie, and I filmed our CF with Pepsi. Have you all seen it yet?”

(During Wooyoung's VLIVE)

[Everyone had their lives except Hongjoong and Minyoung (excluding San and Mingi), do you know if they will also go live?]

"Hongjoong-hyung is planning to go sometime this week. I'm not sure with Minyoungie. She's been really quiet right?" Wooyoung laughs remembering how there were a lot of posts asking for the whereabouts of Minyoung and where did they keep her locked up.

"Oh but don't worry about our members. We're all doing well despite being in quarantine. We all want to meet ATINY together soon too."

[Can you please send Minyoung our message asking her to breathe on any of your accounts? When you were all packed with schedule, she posts something every day but now that you have free time, she hasn't been seen since.]

"Breathe? Ah!" Wooyoung laughed, almost wheezing when he read the comment. "She has been really inactive right? Oh! I can tell one update about her. She's been making these for us." He holds up his bracelets that Minyoung made for everyone in ATEEZ and their managers. "During our videocall last time with the members, she was busy making one for everyone. She also plans to give it to the groups from Kingdom. Don't worry about her! She's fine and still energetic!"

(During Jongho's VLIVE)

[Jongho can you please update us too about Minyoung?]

"Youngie? Why? Ahh because she hasn't posted? I'll tell her that everyone misses her." Jongho raised a thumbs up towards the camera.

"She's doing okay. I'm not sure if I'm allowed to say anything other than that." Jongho laughs before continuing "She'll more likely to go live soon! I'll tell her about your request!"

(During Hongjoong's VLIVE)

[Everyone but Park Minyoung has been accounted for. We demand to know her status 😭😂]

[Is Minyoung stuck in the Pirate Universe? Is that why she isn't updating?]

[Did Minyoung finally got arrested for the chaos she cause during Kingdom? haha! 😂 ]

[Guys it's probably the WiFi that's keeping her from us lol ]

Hongjoong laughed as he read through the comments on his live. Usually it would have been rude to talk about other members when it's a solo live but this apparently has been a running joke with ATINY ever since they started quarantine and Minyoung's apparent disappearance from their social media accounts.

"We didn't lock up Minyoung, everyone. She's as free as we are and yes, she has WiFi in her room." Hongjoong laughed as another set of comments with speculations poking fun at the situation

"I'll also pass along your concerns to her and maybe drag her out of her cave." Hongjoong chuckled as he moved on to another topic.

( During Yeosang's VLIVE)

[Please challenge Minyoung next!]

[Minyoung, we challenge you to go Live at least once within the week!]

Yeosang laughed at the comments. He was already aware as everyone has been exchanging stories during their individual lives that Minyoung is always getting brought up by the chat.

"Should we challenge Minyoung for the Sexy Back Challenge?" Yeosang asked trying to check chat's reaction and laughed when everyone was supporting the idea.

"Alright. Our Bunny, I challenge you to dance to Sexy Back. ATINY has been asking about you a lot so it's about time you go out of the cave." Yeosang grinned and chuckled to himself when he saw their group chat light up with a new message from Minyoung.

[Minyoung: Game on!]

Yeosang smiled mysteriously at the screen opting to keep it a secret that Minyoung was watching the live and she accepted the challenge.

(During the Group Live via Zoom Call)

[ATEEZ MINYOUNG has joined the call]

"Youngie! You're late!" Jongho greeted her as soon as she joins the call in the middle of the live and causing a flood of chat from the viewers that they could finally see Minyoung after over a week of radio silence from the girl.

"Sorry sorry. I fell asleep!" Minyoung used the camera as a mirror and tried to fix her hair. She wasn't wearing any makeup and she decided to pull her long brown and blonde hair up into a ponytail before greeting the viewers "Hello everyone! I'm sorry I was late. Uh..the signal is bad where I am." which prompted loud laughter from the members as she alluded to both her disappearance from social media and her current background which is a cave.

"Have you eaten, Young-ah?" Seonghwa asked as he tried to peer at her image on the screen

"Not yet oppa. I really just woke up from my nap a few minutes ago." Minyoung answered and looked as if she was setting up for a meal.

"Minyoung, you should probably explain why you weren't updating." Wooyoung grinned already knowing the reason, but he figured ATINY would be curious about it.

Minyoung pouted. "Are they saying that on chat?" She tried squinting at the screen reading some of the chat the flew quickly "Ahh. I was asleep most of the time?" She laughed awkwardly as she really did spend her quarantine eating and sleeping during the first few days. Then she got busy with bead accessory making then she started to paint some pieces.

"She was the sleeping beauty. It was even hard for us to contact her during the first few days. We only hear about her through our managers." Yunho explained and finished with laughter.

"I didn’t know we’d be calling each other that time and I really didn’t realize that my phone was ringing!” she exclaimed pouting bit as she waved her hand around “Oh and I couldn't go on a solo live because I broke my glasses. Even now, it’s hard to read through chat so I apologize in advance if I don’t interact as much." Minyoung added to her defense "I won't be able to read chat even if I went on."

"Did you still not get the replacement, Bun?" Hongjoong asked as he seemed to remember their manager saying it'll take around a week before her glasses arrive.

"Mhm. Not yet but it might arrive tomorrow so I can finally see again." Minyoung answered before taking a mouthful of her food.

"Everyone is saying you need to do Yeosang-hyung's challenge and update our account with the rest of the Kingdom photos." Jongho read the chat outloud for Minyoung

"Oh right! I forgot about the photos. I'll do that! As for the challenge, I'll do it on live next time. Once I get my glasses, I'm going on live the same day no matter what time." Minyoung promised staring at the screen.

“Minyoung-ah, keep it within boundaries of broadcast.” Wooyoung joked earning laughter from Yeosang and Yunho while a gasp was heard from Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Jongho.

“Oppa! You make it sound like I’ll be doing something indecent. I can’t say for sure, but I at least know it’ll be on par with Yeosang-oppa’s.” Minyoung laughed as she shook her head a bit while she stuffs her cheeks full of food.

“You’re telling me our bunny is going to be doing that Sexy Back Challenge?” Yunho asked laughing as he pointed at the screen hinting at the two eldest members “and you’re also telling me they haven’t freaked out about this yet?”

“Yeah. ATINY was requesting for her and who am I to block their request, especially when it’s doable.” Yeosang shrugged “but I sure am looking forward to what you’ll do, Young-ah.”

“Minyoung-ah-“Seonghwa started only to be interrupted by Minyoung laughing “Don’t worry oppa! I won’t have a repeat of the performance evaluation dance. I mean even San-oppa and Wooyoung-oppa said that it was too much, so I’ll keep it below that standard.”

“That doesn’t make me any more reassured though.” Seonghwa sighed lightly making the 99z laugh

“I mean, who would expect you to suddenly dance to <Paradise Lost>? Even I was thrown aback that time.” Wooyoung laughed at the memory “The funny thing is though even our dance teacher was surprised you chose that song!”

“It was totally unexpected because she’s all bubbly and bouncy usually and then she chose that song. I head the teacher warned her after about it.” Yunho added as he took a huge bite of his meal

“I was scolded. They said I should choose songs appropriate for my age.” Minyoung said in between her bites which made her look like a hamster with cheeks stuffed. “but they said to prepare a female artist song and I thought I could probably show more range if I chose a sexy song instead of the bright songs.”

“Is that why you suddenly changed all your songs to be boygroup songs?” Yeosang asked

With a light nod, she answered “Mhm! Well part of it and I just really like the choreographies, so I tried learning them. Last time I was trying to learn Jessi-sunbaenim’s Nunu Nana. It’s not about whether it was a girl group or boy group dance. If I find the song interesting, then I try to learn the song.”

Hongjoong laughed watching the exchange “Still, to think you would choose a song that bold and you were like around 15? Everyone was just shocked to see you do that.”

Minyoung shrugged “They were the ones who told me to choose a feminine song.”

Wooyoung chuckled nodding, “I don’t think that’s what they meant though.”

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ATEEZ Minyoung Masterlist

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. Any portrayal of real people is a combination based on what we could see on cameras and imagination of the author. This is purely fan fiction written for entertainment. Thank you for understanding.

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Writing Beary Corner

I had this sitting in my drafts for so long haha! I wrote it while they were in quarantine and was updating it but stuff happened and I only just got around to formatting it. 

Again, stuff would look weird as my computer had to be sent back for repairs. It might be about time I look into buying a new one (after I save up some more haha)  😂 

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[mikauzoran]

I'm learning to love and the prpr one

Sure! Thanks for the Ask! ^w^

I'm Learning to Love (Walking Away from Things) is a Love Square story. It's mostly Lady Noir and Adrienette, but there's a sort of Ladrien chapter too. I say "sort of" because Ladybug knows Adrien is Chat Noir, so the chapter has more of a Lady Noir dynamic. (They go stargazing. It's cute.)

Last weekend, I was bored, but I didn't want to work on my current WIP, so I asked my Tumblr followers to send me words. Five people responded, so I made a five-chapter story using each of the words my followers sent in as writing prompts. The first chapter is Lady Noir. Chapter Two is Ladrien but Lady Noir dynamic. Chapter Three is Adrienette. Chapter Four is back to Lady Noir, and Chapter Five is Adrienette/full identity reveal.

I'll be posting the first chapter on Sunday, 09/12/2021. Here's the summary:

“Thank you, but I don’t think there’s anything you can do for me,” Chat Noir replied glumly. “Your partner isn’t the one with the problem; it’s the guy behind the mask who needs you.”

A long, heavy silence stretched between them.

“What’s his name?”

Chat blinked, turning to stare incredulously at his partner. “What?”

“The guy who needs me…what’s his name?”

When Ladybug learns her partner’s identity, she finds herself doing everything she can on both sides of the mask to support Adrien and help him live his best life.

~*~

As for the "PRPR Adrienette DJ WiFi Wedding" story, it's post-reveal, pre-relationship Adrienette at Alya and Nino's wedding.

There's been a misunderstanding after the identity reveal, so Adrien and Marinette don't know how the other feels about them. Adrien thinks Marinette never had feelings for him, and Marinette thinks that Adrien has moved on and she's missed her chance.

They straighten things out.

This one will probably come out in October. It's a one-shot, and it's complete. I wrote it all yesterday, but I want to let it sit for a while before I edit and post it.

Thank you again for the Ask!

You guys can find my new list of WIPs here, if you want to take a look and Ask about any of the rest of them. ^.^

[iamdorka]

The making of the new album

I wanted to post this hours ago but the wifi at the train station decided to be a bitch so I try to post it now. If it gets posted two times please love this one more, okay? 🙈

So as the release of his new album is closer and closer I decided to write something about it. Hope you will like it.

The making of the new album (headcanon)

- He was really excited about this one, because after opening about the demons in his head in Hotel Diablo on this one he really could show his true passion, every piece of it, without any restriction. He just kept pushing himself towards his truest self and you had to admire that, because his work was his life. Also he worked with some of the finest artist (including literally your heroes from your childhood and that got you even more excited if it was even possible).

- He loved when you were around in the studio even if you had nothing to do with music, your presence calmed him down even in his darkest moments. He needed that firm point in his life, he needed you.

- And you loved being there with him because even if listening to music, pretending you are sometimes Beyonce or other time the fearless frontgirl of a rockband like Hayley Williams was your only way engaging with music, seeing him creating his vision with his mates gave you a whole new understanding of literally everything. He was able to show you new things even after 2 years being in a relationship with him and you loved him for it, lived for it.

- You saw him at his lowest but also the highest point while creating this masterpiece and you were with him all along. You supported him and it meant the world to him, you knew it. He showed you that with words, with cute little actions.

- Yeah, you have to admit that sometimes it was a bit too much and it was hard for you to accept everything not that you should’ve accept everything. Even if you knew that he was working on a precious piece of his soul you weren’t blind. You saw that he was suffering inside. He needed to do this but the ache in your heart still was there it was really frightening sometimes.

- This creative process was a roller coaster for everybody. For him and for you too.

- He was overworking himself and sometimes he didn’t even notice it, which hurt you even more because half of your soul was him and seeing him like that was terrible. After creating and living in Hotel Diablo you knew it would come to this but really living it was different.

- You spent a lot of time alone too because he was on his feet 24/7 and slowing down never was an option for him. Yeah you knew that he was in love with music (beside you) but it still hurt like hell when you just couldn’t find him next to you when you needed him, when you were expecting him to be there.

- Even if you were with him in the last 2 years you still couldn't humanly imagine how he could manage being up and awake ALL THE TIME. Oh yeah... you knew how he could do that but you preferred not to think about it. He knew that his health wasn't at its peak and that you were mad at him because of it. He didn't accept worries from nobody... but you were different. Cliche or not.

- Sometimes but nowadays most of the time you just wanted to slap his beautiful face to beat some sense into him even if you knew it was a mission impossible. But not just he was who needed his other half... you needed him too and didn't want to lose him, not in a million years.

- The day when he finally showed the finished album to his label he wanted you to be there with him but your boss thought otherwise because he sent you to San Francisco the day before for a 2 day job. Your heart ache because you really wanted to be there with him and even if he didn't admit it he was a little but disappointed too.

- So you did everything humanly possible to get the work done in the shortest imaginable time, that's how you ended up on a train at 4am without getting any sleep just to get back in time to Los Angeles to be with him. He didn't know anything about it.

- You didn't even get home, you just cought an uber and with your suitcase and everything you were headed to Interscope.

- The only person who knew about your surprise appearance was Slim and he knew if he told anything to Colson you would gladly kill him with your bare hands without even thinking or blinking.

- You never got out of a car this fast because you got there exactly 5 minutes before them. (It was 10am and having Colson up at this time was a miracle to begin with but you did your own miracle too to be there on time.)

- 'I thought I will have to show them myself the album. You are late' when he entered the floor where the conference room was, you waited him there casually sitting on the couch not showing that it was hard even to breathe for you because you had to be that fast and you just fell to the couch a minute before. You tried to play it cool so you did.

- Not even saying a word as you stood up he brought you in his arms and hugged you like he hadn't seen you in ages. He had his girl with him.

- 'Am I dreaming?' he kissed your cheek as he let himself see your smiling face. For a brief moment he forgot why he was in that building.

- 'I know I'm your dream girl... but no, you are not.' you answered him smiling, biting your lip as you laced your fingers together not engaging in any pda because first: you two hated that, second: you had company and he had work to do, important work. 'But maybe I'm... because I haven't slept in the last 48 hours and I'm running on like 4 coffees' you murmured and when Slim gave you your new coffee you corrected yourself taking a sip from it. 'five and counting... '

- 'Good luck. I'M PROUD OF YOU AND I LOVE YOU' you told this to his lips as you sat down on the couch and he took his seat at the end of the big conference table. Everyone was ready, more than ready.

- He was living his best life and your heart was full of love watching him because he was enjoying every moment of this. He could not stop moving, you could see that he was already feeling himself at the live shows and he proved that too because he even got on the table dancing, rocking his soul to his new goodies.

- It really got your heart beat faster and even if you realised that some of the people didn't really appreciate your boyfriend that much, you couldn't care less because you could see how proud he was of his work. Sweat and blood. It was his, the best one yet.

- You even recorded him dancing on the table because it was the funniest shit ever and you knew his fans would appreciate it later. And you loved feeding them with quality content.

- When the presentation was over he could not hold himself back because when you stood up, wanting to congratulate him again (after all the other people) he picked you up and he was spinning with you not letting you to touch the ground. He was in an euphoric state and he didn't hide him.

- 'You are my world. Thanks for being here' he murmured to your neck and finally he put you down.

- 'I really am proud of you' you repeated yourself and you were glad Slim got closer to you as the people in the room started chatting about everything what was coming.

- 'You got it?' you asked him and he nodded without a word.

- 'Got what?' Colson asked cluelessly looking at you both.

- 'Nothing.' you replied as you asked him for his phone. 'But you just held yours a minute ago' he stated the truth. 'But I want... yours.' You asked politely again and he did finally what you asked him and without even thinking you gave immediately Slim the phone.

- 'Okay... I don't understand you. What are you up to?' he asked smirking at you.

- 'You... and me are up to catching a flight. You can't say no because I will handcuff you to me if you start to rebel. We are going on a little vacation right now.'

- 'You need this bro' Slim stated too watching as you didn't let Colson's hand from yours. 'I already fought with her because of this... and I didn't even have the slightest chance either... nor have you, so... just accept it'

- 'You really have a handcuff with you?' he asked the right question.

- 'Just bought a new pair in San Francisco, to make sure everything would be fine' he threatened him but you were sure that he would even enjoy if you used it right there and then.

- 'Ohh... it will be more than fine' he looked at you with the hungriest smirk on his lips.

- 'Please... get a room or whatever, but catch your flight because I think I'm gonna throw up in my mouth if I have to be with you two two more seconds' Slim said and you already were stealing the star of the moment leaving the place as fast as you arrived there.

- Maybe he had other plans, maybe the others did too but with the help of your very good friends you made sure everything would be okay. They agreed that he deserved this getaway before everything was coming and A LOT was coming. He needed that recharge and so did you.

- You managed to rent a beach house probably in the middle of nowhere and that place was exactly what you two needed. No internet, no people just the two of you and the calming sound of the ocean.

- Yeah, both of you were and still are the people who can't really sit in a place for more than a minute, because you had to do something but once in a while it was good just to... be. Because you just bought 'tickets to my downfall' and before all the craziness you had to remind him that he is a human being and if he loses his power he could not spread the energy to anybody else... not even himself.

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Imagine being pregnant with your first child with Omar Adom 'OA' Zidan

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So I got this idea from @supagirl 's gifs. I've just used them to start a new thread rather than highjack her original post and make it a mess. But do check out her gifs.

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Also I've not finished FBI on CBS so this imagine will proby not match what the gif set is about.

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OA wandered into the living room, glued to his phone. At this point he was so used to you being propped up on the couch either watching TV, eating, reading, sleeping or all four. You kept looking at him, until he looked up.

"What's wrong?“ he smiled, across the room. "Hungry?"

"Why do you always assume I'm hungry?"

"Because you usually are" he chuckled.

You ignored his accurate statement. "Are you planning on going out?" noticing he was dressed like he was going out.

"Maggie's coming over, she just wants to talk about something at work, why?“

“I'm hungry" OA laughed, shaking his head. He got up and walked over to the couch, leaning on the back of it to look down at you.

"What would you like to eat?“ you pretended to think, knowing full well what you wanted.

"Can you get me some cake. Maybe cheesecake too" OA nodded, with a slight eye roll.

"I'll stop by wholefoods, then I can get some vegetables for dinner too" his phone buzzed.

"No, not Wholefoods. Can you got to the Diner, intown. Please" you gave him puppy dog eyes as you looked up at him. He sighed in defeat, turning to leave.

You looked over the back of the couch and spoke. "Maybe we can go together, a nice walk. Then I can see Maggie rather than die from Vitamin D deficiency" OA turned back to face you, very serious. "You know you can't. Remember what the doctor said" you frowned, dropping your head back against one of your many pillows. You mimicked what he said in a childish voice.

You were signed off work, with instructions of strict rest for the rest of your pregnancy.

OA had moved furniture around to make it easier for you to get around.

You were even halfway though the rest of your pregnancy when you started to claim insanity due to the lack of being outside. Since it was prime summer time, OA also relaxed with home security and allowed you to have the large patio doors open (so long as the alarm system was on) - allowing the outside breeze to run through the house giving the effect that you were outside (well if you closed your eyes).

He'd been a saint really. Requesting one less day at work so he could be around if you needed him. Constantly running out to fulfill your craving requests, even the midnight ones.

OA disappeared upstairs, his phone ring echoing through the house and he jogged down the stairs.

"Maggie's outside" he gave you a quick kiss on the top of your head, then disappeared again. "I'll see you in 30 minutes or so" you could hear the door open, the noise from outside.

"Tell Maggie I'd come out to say hi to her but I can't because I'm being held prisoner in my own home" there was no response except the door slamming, but OA was probably laughing at your dramatics. He'd always know you to be dramatic but it seemed to get worse since you were pregnant.

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"Y/n says hi, but obviously in a dramatic way. She's claiming the WiFi is conspiring against her and she's being held hostage" Maggie chuckled lightly as OA climber into the SUV.

"In her defence, I'm sure you'd be the same. Imagine what you'd be like not being able to go to work, and being housebound"

"I think it's the sugar to be honest. It's all she craves. She ate 11 of those doughnuts you gave me yesterday!"

Maggie's eyes widened in shock. “There were only 12 in the box" OA just nodded.

"But she's doing better, yeah?" OA nodded with a relieved smile.

"Yeah a lot better. She's still really tired. But thats partly because she can't sleep in our bed. It hurts her back, but she stubborn and wants to sleep near me so refuses to sleep on the couch at night"

Maggie didn't bother asking why OA didn't sleep in the living with you, knowing it was because he was far to tall to be able sleep anywhere but the floor.

"Can you drop me in town when we're done - I'm on a cake run" Maggie nodded.

In the car Maggie and OA chatted about a case, bouncing ideas off each other until Maggie felt better. Doing less days meant that OA and Maggie weren't partners together but they still made time to chat.

As she was on her way to speak to a witness Maggie dropped OA off on the corner and continued on her way.

"Tell y/n I'll come see her soon. I'll bring cake" Maggie teased.

"Please actually bring something with nutrients in it" OA begged.

***

“Hey Omar, no y/n?" Dawn asked as OA stepped up to the counter.

"Not today, but she is the reason why I'm here. Can I grab some cake please?" Dawn nodded and grabbed a container and cake tongs.

"Which one?“ Dawn asked with a smile. Just as OA opened his mouth his phone rang, the picture of you shaking on the screen.

"Everything is fine! I'm just calling to ask if you can get like all the cake because I don't know which one I want" you spoke quickly, hoping OA wouldn't freak out thinking something was wrong because your were calling

OA looked at Dawn. "All of them" she raised her eyebrows and OA just nodded.

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The sound of OA struggling and a lot of noise made you peak over from your spot on the couch. You caught a glimpse of him, arms full walking past the living room into the kitchen.

"Do you know how many different flavours of cakes they have?“ OA walked back towards the front door.

"A lot" you called out, as you struggled to get up and out of the couch. You waddled into the kitchen just as OA was leaving again.

"Guess again" he called out. You didn't reply, too busy rummaging through the bags.

"Thirty nine! Thirty nine different flavours of cake! Like how can that be possible"

"Is there Red Velvet though?“ OA disappeared again.

"I'd like to think these will last you a while, but after yesterdays doughnut marathon I'm not hopeful"

"This is your fault too. I'm pretty sure that's the tank top that resulted in me being pregnant" you smiled in triumph as you found the box containing the red velvet cake. You tiptoed and kissed OA.

"Thank you, and sorry I'm being a pain" OA bent down kissing you softly.

"Nothing I can't handle" he winked.

You opened the cutlery draw and grabbed a fork. "Have some cake if you want" you waddled out of the kitchen and back to you spot on the couch.

"Are you gonna help me put these away?“ OA called out.

You shook your head as you walked towards the living room. "I can't leave the couch remember"

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It took you less than five minutes to finish the cake, cursing yourself as you struggled to get up again. You should have just eaten the cake in the kitchen, would have been better for your back. But then again your feet hurt too.

OA notices you wince as you come back into the kitchen. You put the empty container and fork into the dishwasher, wincing more.

OA's hands find your back as you lean forward on your hands against the counter.

He presses into the painful spot, giving you a moment of relief "You should go lie down"

"Lying down hurts my back, but I think my feet hurt more"

"I'll flip the couch pillows"

You and watch, holding the blanket you spend most of your time wrapped up in on the sofa. A maternity gift from one of OA's sisters, amazingly soft and warm. The only thing that doesn't make your skin itch. When you're cold you often wrap yourself up like a burrito in it.

Once the pillows are readjusted and stacked up OA instructs you to sit down, and sits with you. He pulls your legs into his lap.

He pushes up the ankle of your leggings, knowing he'll have to do your ankles as well.

His finger expertly work their magic.

Before long your half asleep. You feel the blanket being placed over you, and then a long kiss pressed against your forehead. You're too tired to even fight the sleep.

"I'll start dinner" is the last thing you hear before you fall asleep.

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[Jonghyun / Taemin] Spring Runs in My Blood (Part 1)

Rating: R-ish Warning: none (yet) Genre: soulmate au Length: ~7694 (this part)

A/N: I rarely write JongTae and I never write soulmate aus so, my gratitude to @minhoandthebabes for allowing me to indulge in both with her. Title is a reference to the poem 봄 by Yoon Dongju

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It wasn't the timer itself but the anticipation of it going off that led Jonghyun to the cafe. Not fate, not kismet. No. It was purely nerves. That's what he told himself later on.

In all honesty, his nerves had been performing calisthenics ever since he'd hit the "three months to go" mark and they'd sat him down for an orientation at work. What to expect and what not to expect, they’d told him--expect to be surprised, pleasantly or otherwise; don't expect sex right off the bat. Everyone went through an orientation like that, he was assured. Everyone was given a full rundown on the physical and emotional changes that were to come in the following… rest of his life, really. That's the standard duration spent with a soulmate, anyway. A lifetime. 

So there he was, in the cafe, definitely not predestined to be there and simply craving caffeine before an important meeting with an important client. His head was in the bulky presentation he still needed to review, not on some stupid sequence of numbers on his wrist. Definitely not on the damn numbers, because they caught him by surprise. After all, time doesn't wait. Not for clients and not for meetings. 

As he was placing his order, his wrist began vibrating. 

"Oh hell…" he mumbled to himself, clutching at the string of green zeros as if to hide a shameful scar. “I can’t do this right now!” he thought as his eyes roved the cafe, looking for other victims of similar misfortune, other people panicking just like him. Anyone else with a soulmate problem? he silently--desperately--called out in his mind. Anyone at all?

Taemin went there often. The wifi was great, the coffee he didn't really care about. Snacks were nice too, and the barista was hot. At least, he'd tried to get her number and she hadn't slapped him, so that was a plus. Many years later as he recounted the memory for guests, he insisted he visited the place to escape his mother's nagging and his brother's domestics.

But really, he only went there for the wifi. 

When he was just about to execute a perfect KO against another player, his timer buzzed. He jumped in surprise, yelled out a shocked “shit!”, did everything he wasn't supposed to do. And sent his drink flying onto an old man in a suit. 

"Yah!" the man barked indignantly. "What do you think you're doing?!" 

"A-ahh…! Why'd you sit so close to me, then?" Taemin complained in response. He looked back at his computer to find he'd been defeated and that his opponent--some guy from Taipei--was sending him all kinds of trash talk in celebration. "Ahhh!" he let out another disappointed sound.

The old man stared incredulously at him. "You punk...! Do you have any idea how expensive this suit is?!" he demanded, waving his lapel wildly, drops of juice flying from the action. 

"Do you have any idea how good that drink was?!" Taemin snapped back, a few other patrons within earshot snorted. "What?" Taemin replied to them too. "It was really good, OK?! Had like little bits of pineapple and everything! And now your… stupid expensive suit is drinking all of it. You should be the one sorry to me, ahjussi!"

"Oh, I'll show you sorry--" the man glowered and rolled up his sleeves.

Jonghyun rubbed a hand on his forehead. "These idiots are being too noisy…" he muttered, still looking around. "How will I find that person now?!" 

"--you need to watch your tone, young man!" the ahjussi yelled. 

"I'm not a young man!" Taemin fought back, then realised that was incorrect. "I mean. I'm young and I'm a man. But. No, wait--" he held his hands out in front of himself to compute the situation, but the buzzing on his arm continued to be a distraction for his already addled brain. "Ahhh this stupid stupid timer going off right now!" he slapped the place like that would help stop it.

Had Jonghyun not been eavesdropping, he wouldn't have caught that. "Wh--what?" he narrowed his eyes, walking over to the scene and addressing the young and disoriented guy. "E-excuse me?" he started. 

"Wat?"

"May I see your uhm…" he gestured to the other's arm, holding his own out. "May I see it?" 

Taemin looked from the offered limb to the man. "Why?" 

Jonghyun rolled his eyes in exasperation and grabbed the guy's hand to compare their timers. The buzzing stopped, a sign that they really were a match. He looked around the cafe and no one else seemed to be coming forward. "You’ve got to be--! Are you really the one?" he demanded, like that made absolutely no sense.

Taemin scratched his head. "The one what?" 

It was the ahjussi with the ruined suit who came to their rescue. "Oh… I see," he backed away from them, his threats dissipating. "Uhh. Congrats," he waved his hand dismissively at them and left their side.

As more people around them caught on, they started to clap, the applause growing in a wave until every single pair of eyes in the cafe was on them. Taemin’s confused face slowly split into a grin, and then he waved at the other patrons like he was some kind of celebrity. 

Jonghyun, on the other hand, wanted to shrink away in shame. 

A barista came over with a tray, a gift set of two matching cups and several coupons for free drinks on it. "Congratulations, sirs," she bowed to them and smiled pleasantly. "Please accept these on our behalf, and make sure to post about this wonderful coincidence on your SNS!” She gestured politely to the large glass front of the cafe. “The nearest Soulmate Depot is across the street. Please be careful on your way, and visit us again soon!" 

"Waaahhh~" Taemin accepted the gifts happily. "This is all so--!" 

"Unbelievable..." Jonghyun completed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "W-wait," he had a sudden thought. "Are you even eighteen?" 

"Why does that matter…?" Taemin scowled before his expression lightened. "Wait, you're gay?!" he pointed a ridiculing finger at the man as he laughed, then stopped with shock in his eyes. "Wait, I'm gay?!" he touched his chest. "But… girls think I'm hot."

Jonghyun nearly swooned and fainted at the stupidity. "Please come with me," he said in a very strict and very formal tone. 

"What?! Where?!" Taemin defended himself. But his arm was tugged and he was left with no choice. He packed his things, hurriedly stuffing them into a backpack, and followed the other out. 

It had snowed recently. The ground was slippery and the sky overcast. Someone at Jonghyun’s office had circulated news that there was a storm coming later in the week. But considering how insane his day had been so far, he wouldn't have been shocked if the sky started spitting a blizzard down at them any minute. As they walked towards the depot, he hugged his coat closer around himself.

"How old are you?" his inquiry had an impersonal tone. 

"Uhh… twenty-six?" Taemin replied, counting on his fingers. "I think?" 

You think? Jonghyun wondered if this guy was on drugs. He was sure he couldn’t handle an addict for a soulmate. "Uhm. By any chance, have you completed high-school?" he continued his questions.

"Duh," the other snorted. "I'm not some. Uhh. Imbecile?" he confirmed the word with Jonghyun. "Yeah, yeah. Imbecile. I have a job and all, OK?"

"Oh. May I ask where you work?" Jonghyun stopped walking and took out his phone, held it at the ready to cross-check the information.

"Ahhh why're you asking all this stuff?!" Taemin jiggled a finger in his ear. "So annoying…"

The other grit his teeth, struggling to maintain his composure. "Sir, if we're about to spend the rest of our lives together, I'd feel more comfortable knowing all this.”

"Oh," Taemin blinked. "Fair," he shrugged. "Uhh, I mean. I said I have a job but uhm--"

Here comes the clincher, Jonghyun thought.

"Heh. See, I did have a job. But then I went to the army for two years, and then I had only two months to go on my timer and nobody would give me a job. So now," Taemin chuckled stupidly. "I'm… unemployed?" 

It didn't sound as bad as Jonghyun had expected it to be. Maybe not a druggie, just a weirdo. Still bad, but maybe he could learn to live with it. "And… may I ask how you survive, sir?"

Taemin picked his nose as he answered, completely bored now. "Well, hyung found his soulmate last year. They married and get a stipend from the state. And eomma and appa… they do what they can," he said with a noncommittal shrug, getting his hand slapped away from his face by a disgusted Jonghyun. 

Moving on from the place and the subject, Taemin blinked at the large blue and white sign above their heads when they’d arrived across the street from the cafe. "I've never been inside one of these…" he spoke with awe, then turned to explain to the other. "You know. Cause I didn't have a soulmate before. But. Now I do. So. Yeah."

"I gathered," Jonghyun spoke from behind gritted teeth. He was losing his patience with all this. "Let's just get this over with."

They were asked to present their wrists to a scanner each. After a series of beeps and blinking lights, the door hushed open for them. They looked around the empty hallway, its walls and ceiling and even carpeting a pristine white. 

"Whoa…" Taemin let out. 

Soon, a woman with a confident gait walked over and stopped before them with a bow. "Welcome to Nonhyeon Soulmate Depot! Congratulations on beginning your journey together. We hope to give you all the information you need before you can go on and make happy and wonderful memories!" she bowed again and gestured for them to go through a tall set of doors at the far end of the hallway. 

They shuffled over together, and a second wrist scan later were allowed into a much larger room filled with desks and cubicles and mechanical apparatus of all kinds. 

"Whoa!" Taemin gushed again.

While the place looked full, it wasn't really. Only a handful of other couples were scattered around, seated at different tables. Each was being instructed by pleasant-faced officials, pointing at pamphlets or screens, talking with exaggerated motions, directing them to their next stop.

"Whoa--" Taemin started to express his amazement a third time when he was cut off by an irate Jonghyun. 

"I think we should call someone over to help.”

On cue, a woman walked over to them, her air professional but her smile tight like she wasn't impressed with what they had to offer. "Welcome," she bowed as well. "This won't take very long. We've got biometrics over there--" she began to walk, pointing to various cubicles as they passed them. "Blood test over here, general physical test over here, eyesight and hearing here, urine test in the far end over by the toilet signs. And over here--" she stopped at one point. "We'll require your national ID numbers to link you up on our database," she explained. "Standard procedure. We also have an in-house specialist providing advice on pregnancy, but you won't be needing that."

"Oh. Why not?" Taemin asked with some disappointment.

The woman turned to him with exasperation. "Because you're both men. Now, come this way please…" 

As they were herded from place to place, Jonghyun was constantly shocked by the man and his ridiculously dumb questions. The officers at the HQ seemed to have a very high threshold for nonsense, but Jonghyun--not a chance. He went eagerly when they separated them for individual interrogation.

In return for his curiosity, Taemin was asked all kinds of questions too. Did he have cancer. Did anyone in his family have cancer. Was he allergic to anything, did he have any phobias, was he currently on any special medication. Was there any history of mental illness in his family, or in his own life. He tried answering as faithfully as he could, even when some of the questions were complicated. Soon, he was starting to feel uncomfortable with all the measuring and weighing and poking and prodding he was being subjected to.

But when they were finally brought to the last counter, he was told he'd get a monthly stipend of five million won with a potential for increase depending on how their relationship progressed. Taemin nearly jumped for joy, doing a little jig when they were reunited again. 

"Five-mill-yun, Five-mill-yun," he sang as Jonghyun watched him, embarrassed and wanting desperately to leave. The relief he felt when a woman came up to them and said they were free to go, was unparalleled. He stormed off into the night, wishing this was all a very elaborate nightmare his hysterical brain had conjured up, and that he'd wake up laughing about it. 

But, nope. 

"Hey…!" Taemin chased him down, almost slipping on ice. "Hey, wait!" he called after the other, reaching him only to keel over and breathe with difficulty. "What's--what's your name, though?!" 

"I am Kim Jonghyun," came the stiff reply. "And you are…?" 

"Taemin. Lee Taemin," he said with a bright smile. "Sixty-fifth nephew of the great Lee… Lee uhh," he scratched his head. "What was that philosopher dude's name again…?" he asked himself before flapping his wrist to dismiss his own thoughts. "Never mind. Nice to meet you anyway," he nodded and walked beside the guy for several feet.

It was only fifteen minutes later that Taemin stopped in confusion. "Wait, wait. Am I supposed to come with you?" 

Jonghyun gave him a deprecating look. "Sir. I understand we are soulmates. But right now, I have more important things to attend to. Please," he gestured back the way they’d come. "Let me be on my way."

Taemin frowned. "But… numbers," he said like that explained everything. 

Jonghyun huffed tiredly. "May I have your phone?" he held his own out. When he had both devices, he passed them against each other. "There. You have my details now. May I go?"

Taemin started to nod, but then held up a finger. "W-wait. They gave me--" he fished through the pockets of his large and puffy jacket before pulling out a box of condoms and holding it as if triumphantly. "These."

Jonghyun felt his face burn. "Goodbye!" he barked and scuttled away in urgency.

"So rude…!" Taemin scowled and spun on his heel to walk in the opposite direction. Once again, he made it several steps before he stopped and rang the newly added contact on his phone. 

"Yes?!" Jonghyun hissed. 

"Uhh, I'm lost. Where's the nearest station?" 

Jonghyun nearly burst out in tears. Why did he have to walk into that café?

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At home, Taemin was asked eager questions by his family. Who was it? What kind of person were they? Where did they live? Were they coming to pick him up that night? Was he moving out soon? He brushed all their inquiries away like he did with anything they'd ever asked of him. 

Then he returned to playing video games again. 

On the other, posher side of town, Jonghyun's coworkers easily forgave him for being late. The important meeting turned into a discussion about his soulmate, major project stakeholders and clients turning into gossip mongers within the blink of an eye. Jonghyun shifted uncomfortably from the attention to his personal life, happy to finally leave the room when the meeting was adjourned. 

"You're happy, though?" Jinki asked him at the end of the day. 

"Hardly," Jonghyun tried to keep the whine out of his voice but couldn't help it. "He's an idiot."

Jinki chuckled. "I'm sure he's not that bad."

Little did he know that over the duration of one week, Taemin would be the direct result of ensuing disaster. 

To be fair, he did nothing out of the ordinary--he spent his time sitting in front of a screen and stuffing his face with junk food. His phone rang several times, but he ignored it. His mother knocked on his door at mealtimes but he ignored that, too. His hyung finally walked in and tried to fight the game controller out of his hands, but he resisted it until he couldn't. 

By the end of the third day, there were weird headaches that lasted hours--pangs that nearly blinded him with tears. Then, his stomach started to get upset, rejecting everything he ate regardless of how healthy and nourishing his mother insisted it was. His father bought a bag of red ginseng to boil for him, his sister-in-law found a good acupuncturist in the neighborhood. They did their best to ignore his stubbornness, to stop his health from failing the way it was. But every remedy every solution was accompanied by the same, very strict advice. 

"You need to go be with your soulmate."

Jonghyun knew this would happen, just as he knew he would probably end up suffering the same illness. As time wore on, he felt shittier and shittier and his health got worse and worse. And although Roo’s company would usually comfort him in such times, there was no curing this with puppy tricks and silly games. 

When his stomach took a break from heaving its contents, he crawled out of the bathroom and rested against whatever he could find before reaching for his phone. He texted instead of calling. “I assume your condition is just as bad as mine,” he managed to write in formal words, despite the shudder in his hands. “Please come to this location, I believe meeting may help us.”

Taemin, in a daze of sickness and pain, wrote back a “who dis” to the location pin, before rolling away and falling asleep. His phone rang frantically for a long time in response to that, but there was simply no rousing him. 

Somewhere across the river, a man let out an agonized and indignant yell of annoyance.

It was several hours later that Taemin could finally gather the strength and fortitude to sit up in bed, then waddle his way out of his room. It took him a long while to stop swooning and shrug on a jacket, leaving his home to the happy encouragement of his entire family. Outside, the air was biting cold, but the sun was out for a change. It reinforced his courage to keep going--he’d feel better soon, he thought to himself. A few minutes out in the fresh air would do him well. Right?

Wrong.

In a cold sweat, hanging off the side of a pedestrian bridge, he threw up again. Walking had been a bad idea. Being outside had been a bad idea. Thinking was a bad idea, too, he realized from under the haze of his splitting headache. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and cursed loudly, answering the call.

“Where the hell are you?” Jonghyun’s impatient voice immediately berated.

“I… I don’t know where I am!” Taemin whined, looking around for signs. “Come--come get me, I’m dying!

“You’re not dying, just… just send me your location, OK? I’ll come to you.”

It took them a while to navigate around each other, sharing directions and several calls filled with colorful language. Jonghyun’s head reeled with more than his sickness, and he had to try very hard not to just give up and fall onto the side of the street himself. But they did finally manage to find each other, and to their credit, Taemin wasn’t yet comatose enough to not recognize his soulmate and latch onto him as soon as he was within arm’s reach.

Relief filled them the minute they came into contact with each other, a long and heavy sigh escaping their mouths in unison. Jonghyun brushed the dirt off of Taemin’s clothes, muttering something about lying on the sidewalk like a homeless man, and then he piled them onto a bus. 

By the time they’d arrived at his apartment building, they were both walking upright again.

“Is… this a kidnapping?” Taemin shattered all hope of a civil conversation the minute he opened his mouth.

“Yes,” Jonghyun replied sarcastically. “Man kidnaps his own soulmate, of course, what a terrible and common crime. In what world would that even make sense?!” he yelled.

“Y-you could be into…” Taemin gestured wildly, even though his argument held no conviction. “Organ trafficking!” If he had any other protests to make in that line of thought, they were all invalidated when he was yanked into an elevator.

“Wait… is this your house? Are you taking us to your apartment?” he asked as they waited in the lift car. “Do you have video games?”

“No…” Jonghyun shook his head, frowning. “Why?”

The other made a disgusted face. “What kind of person doesn’t have video games…” he mumbled, pulling out his phone and switching it to game mode. A hologram appeared above his screen, accompanied by the sounds of clashing swords and grunted exclamations.

Jonghyun scoffed, then snatched the device away. “Hey--” he said sternly, putting the device out of reach of the other as a struggle ensued. “Hey, listen to me! I’m bringing you into my house because we need to spend time with each other. Do you understand? That means no video games, no sulking in different rooms, no doing our own things, OK?” he explained. “Do you understand me?”

“Yeah, yeah, stop shouting,” Taemin complained when he gave up, covering his ear and mumbling something about feisty old men. He plodded after the other when they arrived at their floor, hands deep in his pockets and eyes on the carpet. “What are we going to do then?” he pouted as Jonghyun unlocked his front door. “You don’t have video games, you don’t look like a fun guy, and--” he suddenly brightened with an idea.

“Do we fuck?”

Jonghyun let out a choked noise. “N-no!” he denied, hesitating for a minute before allowing the other into his home. “We don’t even know each other yet!”

“But I mean…” Taemin followed his host indoors. “We’re two guys, aren’t we? Are we supposed to fuck? I don’t even know how we would fuck. Do you know how we would fuck? I don’t think we can fuck. What happens if we do fuck? Do I fuck you or do you fuck me? Is fucking even legal between two guys? Are we supposed to fuck in this neighborhood--?”

“Can you!” Jonghyun whirled and covered the man’s mouth. “Stop saying fuck so much?” he hissed. “It’s… it’s making me nervous!”

Taemin frowned, but nodded. But as was in his nature, when he was let go of, he muttered a single and unnecessary “fuck” and then ran away into another room.  

“What has my life come to…” Jonghyun sobbed as he watched the other clown around in his apartment, opening door after door and peeking in.

------

When he’d calmed the guy down and handed him a glass of juice, they sat across from each other in the TV lounge, studying one another--or at least, Jonghyun did the studying while Taemin simply hummed tunelessly and sipped from a curly plastic straw. We’re adults, Jonghyun thought to himself. Right? Even if he’s a moron, we’re adults, we can deal with this like adults. This is no big deal.

“So. Uhm. Since you were so enthusiastic about it. Have you uhh…” he made a vague gesture at the man’s torso. “You know. Ever explored? Down there?”

Taemin frowned as he sipped noisily. “What, you mean Australia?” he asked. “No, I’ve never even crossed the equator before. Why’re you asking about travel all of a sudden?”

Jonghyun nearly fainted. No, he realized. We’re not adults. “I’m asking about your… you know! Man things!” he gestured wildly, a jabbing action at the other's crotch.

Taemin let out a low sound of comprehension. "Right, yeah, uhh--" he scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Yeah. Sometimes. When there's. You know. Girl groups on TV and stuff," he shrugged.

"Girl groups," Jonghyun repeated to confirm. "On TV."

"Yeah, why--" Taemin pouted a little, sitting up in the armchair, feeling a little defensive. "You haven't?"

Jonghyun made a motion of the hands as if to say obviously that's a stupid thing to do, and I would never do that. "Wait, so," he started again after an awkward pause. "You… you like girls?"

Taemin scratched his forehead. "I… I've never been with one," he answered honestly. "Never been with anyone."

Jonghyun studied him at that, watched the way he sat, the way he shifted and scratched and worried his lip. Watched his nervous tics and his curious eyes. He leaned back in his chair and watched for a long time--somehow unbothered by how his staring could be perceived by the other. Somehow unconcerned with that etiquette for now. 

Growing self-conscious by the minute, Taemin bounced his leg nervously as he looked around the apartment. "You live alone?" he asked before noticing the water dish in the corner. "You… you have a doggy?" he pronounced the word like a kid would.

"Hmm?" Jonghyun perked up a little at that. "You like doggies--I mean. Dogs?" he asked. "I can… I can let her out, if you're OK with them?"

Taemin’s eyes took on a gleam when he nodded eagerly. "Can I pet?"

Roo struggled in Jonghyun's arms, barking at the stranger when he walked her out. With each step she growled, baring her teeth. 

Taemin's hand reach out tentatively for her to sniff. When she was satisfied he wasn't a threat she continued her barking until he giggled and offered more of his hand, scratching her neck. "Such a good girl…" he hushed. "How old?" he looked up at Jonghyun with awestruck eyes. 

"Two years," the other replied with some pride.

For a while that's all Taemin did, playing with the pup, watching her perform her tricks, feeding her a treat or two, cackling gleefully when she licked his face. Jonghyun watched them with fondness, thinking this wasn't so bad after all. The man was an idiot, yes. And he had no experience with relationships, sure. But at least he wasn't some jerk. At least he wasn't an asshole--at least he wasn't a complete mismatch. That's what Jonghyun had been most afraid of. 

Later that day as Roo ate, Taemin sat nearby ruffling the soft fur between her ears. "You want kids, don't you?" he asked his host. 

Jonghyun was taken aback by the sudden question. "Why… what makes you say that?" 

"My hyung says… he says that only people who can't have kids keep doggies now," Taemin replied. 

There was a long silence between them at that, until Jonghyun broke it with an almost unintelligible, "Do you want kids?" 

Taemin blinked at the other, looking to where he stood cleaning dishes. "I don't think I could afford to raise a child," he admitted.

Jonghyun took off his gloves and motioned around them at the apartment, at its large space, apparently designed for a family. "You don't have to do it alone, now. We can use both our stipends."

The other shook his head. "I want to use that money to… to help my family."

"Uhh…?" Jonghyun raised an eyebrow at that. "Isn't that money meant for us? For this relationship?" He frowned at Taemin. "Are there… does your family have financial difficulties?" 

A nonchalant shrug replied. "Eomma used to work until she hurt her back and appa retired three years ago. Now hyung earns everything in a house of four, so… my stipend will help?" he reasoned. "Why. Do you--should I give that money to you?" 

Jonghyun tutted. "No, of course not. But--" his frown deepened. "Why don't you get a job again?"

Taemin whined. "Like I haven't tried?!" he insisted, walking back to the armchair and falling into it with a pout. "They keep giving the job to people with more time, more freedom. Single people. People with no soulmates…" he complained. "Why is it so unfair?"

"That's… that doesn't seem right to me," Jonghyun shook his head, joining the other across the table. "Workplace equality includes people like us. We're protected by the law. You should complain about that to the--"

Taemin excitedly pointed at the other. "That's exactly what I say to them at every interview!" he nearly yelled. "... before they ask me to leave," he wilted in place.

Jonghyun thought about that. He had heard of people leaving the company before, citing an increase in responsibilities once they had a soulmate and a family to look after. He’d heard of it happening to others. But if the truth was that they were being let go in exchange for younger yet-unconnected workers with several years ahead of them before their timers ran out... if that was the truth, he suddenly felt threatened. The boss had said he was up for a promotion soon, would him meeting Taemin change that?

“What uhm...” he tried to allay his own fears by continuing to question the man. “What did you do? Before you went away for your service?”

“I... used to work as an engineer,” Taemin scratched his chin.

“E-engineer?” Jonghyun scoffed, wondering if he should cross-check the information after all. An idiot like this? And engineering? “You’re--you’re not joking, are you?” he confirmed suspiciously.

The other scowled. “No, I’m not.” 

Balking, Jonghyun shifted forward in his chair. “Th-that’s...! That’s so prestigious! Why don’t you apply to get your old job back?!”

“Because they don’t want me back!” Taemin insisted. “I called, I sent my CV, I applied for internships--even when I’m not an intern anymore. And they--!” he sunk lower in his seat. “Just give me back my phone. I have a game to finish.”

“Taemin ssi,” Jonghyun said sternly. “There has to be another reason why they’re refusing. Have you ever thought of that? I mean, I still have my job,” he pointed to himself. “There has to be something else, something you’re not doing right--”

“Why did you bring me here if all you’re gonna do is lecture me?” Taemin complained.

The elder sighed. “OK... OK,” he placated. “You don’t want to talk. And I can’t leave you to play games by yourself. What else do you want to do?”

Taemin shrugged, still pouting.

“Have you... ever kissed someone?” Jonghyun inquired, receiving a shake of the head. “Would you like to try it?

Taemin looked around the apartment in confusion. “Who do I kiss?”

“Who do you think?!” Jonghyun demanded in frustration.

“Oh...” the other blinked, then widened his eyes. “Oh! Like two soulmates doing the--” he crossed his fingers together, “The thing. Oh. Yeah. Uhh... OK, then--” he sat forward excitedly, then stopped. “Wait, what am I supposed to do?”

Jonghyun couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. He move closer, kneeling in front of the other and taking hold of his hands. They were small, he noticed. Soft, small, with a few silver rings on some of the fingers. “I’ll help you,” he assured in a kind voice.

Taemin shifted, unsure. “Do I need to do something?” he asked. “Like... do I hold my breath? Do I close my eyes? Is there a prayer I need to say? Or like a symbol I need to make or--?”

“Just...” Jonghyun held a finger to his own lips and craned in closer. He placed his palm to the side of the man’s face, feeling the hair and skin against his fingertips. The simple contact alone sent his heart into a speeding frenzy, his eyes studying the other for every shift every blink every exhale. There was so much to be read in Taemin’s expression, he realized then. So much sitting unspoken at the corner of those puffy lips, so many dreams in those trusting eyes. As the distance between their mouths narrowed to nearly nothing, he kept his gaze on the other, unfaltering until they were so close he had to let his eyes run out of focus before he blinked them shut.

The contact was so dizzying, Taemin thought he’d fall out of his seat. He’d never thought he’d be kissing a man, much less a man who was his soulmate. He’d also never imagined it would make him feel like there were fireworks going off in every inch of his body, like he lay face-first on a frying pan, the oil spitting as soon as it came in contact with his skin. He reached out for support, finding a pair of shoulders to lean against as his lungs started to burn for lack of air.

Jonghyun moved away a minute, then burst out laughing when he saw the other gasp. “You’re supposed to breathe!” he cracked up.

“How… how am I supposed to know that?!” Taemin demanded.

For once the other’s stupidity didn’t feel as stupid. “How did that feel?” Jonghyun asked, stroking his thumbs over bony knees. 

“... wasn’t long enough for me to decide,” a mutter replied.

“Want to go again?”

Taemin frowned in confusion. “Go where--?” he started to ask before the lips were on him again, firmer and more insistent. He noticed more this time around. Their temperature, their softness, the way they slipped against his own mouth like. Like… he tried to compare it to something he knew but this was like nothing else. This was something that couldn’t be compared. So he held onto the strong shoulders and tried kissing back.

When Jonghyun hummed, the sound reverberated against Taemin’s cheek. He gasped once more, for more than breath this time, fingers tightening on the other’s shirt, brows knitting together, eyes squeezed shut, tongue--

The circle of Jonghyun’s arms grew tighter, bringing them closer together. He was filled with an odd sense of validation, of being complete and on the verge of unbelievable happiness. And the closer he pressed Taemin to himself, the larger the feeling became.

When they parted a second time, Taemin felt shaky. “I… I should--” he stood and fell back into his seat, knees weak and thighs trembling. He looked at the other with some shock, some fright, some confusion at the intensity of his feelings. “I’m going home,” he announced when his legs were working again, finding his phone on a table and dashing for the door. 

He didn’t stop when the other protested, didn’t stop when he slipped on the stairs, didn’t stop for the traffic signals or the angry ahjussis pushing carts. He ran like there was no tomorrow, like there was a monster coming to swallow him whole if he didn’t get far away soon enough. He raced and wound through the streets, arriving at his parents’ home out of breath and maybe even a little out of his mind.

When his father let him in and asked him what he was doing back so soon, he pushed his way through and locked himself in his room. Sitting with his back to the door, hearing his chest pound in his head, feeling his breath rasp at the ends, he ignored his mother’s concerned knocking and stayed hidden.

------

The curriculum changed every few years, but when Taemin was a child schools would spend a few minutes every week instructing their students about soulmates. Some found each other as babies, their teacher had explained. Some didn’t meet until they were well into their seventies. Some had soulmates across the border while others were destined for someone on the other side of the world. It was a convoluted system that governments often debated on and countries frequently clashed over. But it always found someone for someone else--that was the guarantee people usually lived with. In this massive world filled with people and problems and prejudice, no one was ever alone.

Growing up, Taemin was used to constantly seeing people around him head to a Soulmate Depot hand in hand with strangers, or suddenly announce wedding dates. It was common for friends to stop seeing old friends, for families to be halved, for people to move across the country or even for children to be sent off to someone else’s home when their timers ran out. In the army too, he’d often hear snatches of gossip when a fellow private abruptly disappeared overnight or had to be reassigned public service positions closer to civilian sectors. Countrywide, the Ministry of Emotional Health monitored its citizens’ timers, their connections, and--it claimed--all their unique situations. Everything was controlled with an iron fist, ensuring citizens’ basic rights weren’t violated and any separations were managed quietly, without fuss or media attention. And Taemin... he’d been conditioned, over the years, to accept it all as a natural course of life. A mundane theme from his everyday. Everyone must have a soulmate, everyone must register, and everyone must try to make it work.

It was only when his best friend moved to another country and his brother brought home a bride overnight that he understood the weight, the implication of it all. 

Meeting a soulmate in this sterile system, an act celebrated in media and spoken of avidly on morning talk shows--Taemin had come to expect it. What he hadn’t expected was how different the experience would be from his calculations. He’d always thought he would meet a city girl, like his hyung. That they would go on dates for a few months before marrying and settling down, living together, working together, spending the rest of their lives together like all the advertisements on TV. He’d resigned himself to something like that.

Someone like Jonghyun was not in his plans at all.

------

Over the next few days, they lived as they always had until the pain returned with a vengeance. Jonghyun tried to give the other space, tried to leave him alone. Remembering how Taemin had scampered away, he tried not to be too eager or pushy, that would only scare the guy into staying away. But the pain left him feeling as empty as his large apartment. He lay in bed sad and alone one evening, eyes on his phone, hoping for a call or a text. Anything. 

In his place, Taemin distracted himself once more with games and food and drinks. He stayed in his room, watched old anime shows he’d already watched years ago, turned a blind eye to the pulsing in his rib cage. Maybe if I stay in once place the feeling will go away, he convinced himself while his health worsened. Yeah, maybe if I do other shit I won’t think about it anymore. He told himself to forget the way Jonghyun’s hands had held him, the way his breath had been warm and his tongue quick. He told himself to forget all of that--but the more he tried, the more space the memory took up in his mind.

He tried whatever he could to not think about the way his stomach turned every time his phone screen lit up with a message and it wasn’t Jonghyun. Eventually, he buried the thing under the mattress, out of sight. He pressed his hands to his ears when his mother asked him why he wasn’t going back, why he was making himself suffer. He yelled and threw a tantrum when his father reprimanded him with a “if you’re not going back, at least look for a job!” 

Everything was agonizing. Everyone was an enemy. Finding himself a few blankets, he built a cocoon for his weakened body like it would protect him from the rest of the world. But when his breath shortened and his head began to split, his family couldn’t ignore him anymore.

It was finally Taesun and his annoyance that pulled him out of a pile on the floor and dragged him to their car. “You’re worrying everyone,” he scolded. “We can’t have you sitting at home acting like this. It’s making us feel on edge all the time!” He found Taemin’s phone, fought his brother away to look through the contacts and made a call. 

Jonghyun pounced when he saw the number. “Taemin?! Is that you?! Where are you? Do you need me to come get you again--?!”

“Jonghyun ssi,” Taesun stopped him with a chuckle. “This is his brother.”

“Wh-why are you… is he OK? What happened?!”

“He’s with me. I’m bringing him over. He’s uhh--” he looked over at Taemin twitching in the passenger seat. “Look, I apologize for such short notice. Would it be OK if I leave him with you? It only has to be for a few days. You know. Until you two… get used to all this?”

Jonghyun blinked. “Uhh… s-sure? If he’s OK with it?”

“Well, he’s an idiot so,” Taesun laughed a little as he drove them through the narrow streets. 

“He’s my idiot now,” Jonghyun murmured, getting out of bed with a groan, taking the support of walls and furniture to maneuver through the apartment. 

Taesun smiled at that. “You seem like a good person. I’m not worried anymore. We’ll be there shortly,” he advised. “If you’re going through what he’s going through, please be safe until we get there.”

By the time Jonghyun made it downstairs and negotiated the lobby to arrive at the glass doors leading out, he was a sweaty shivering mess.

Parking nearby, Taesun lugged his as-good-as-comatose brother along until he saw the man sitting outside his building. “He’s all yours,” he handed the kid over when they were within earshot. “Aigoo, this kid… stubborn like you won’t believe!”

Taemin, having spent the whole drive whimpering and scratching at his arms, reached out weakly when he saw Jonghyun, his consciousness slipping away under his pain. But as soon as he was pulled into the other’s arms, he gave a long moan of relief as he clutched desperately and tried to climb onto the man like a child.

“It’s OK,” Jonghyun hushed. “You’re here now, it’s going to be OK.” He noticed the bag. “Are those his things?”

“Ah… yeah, clothes and some other stuff,” Taesun handed it over. “Please. If you need anything at all, just give me a call. Take care of each other,” he waved a hand with concern, hesitant to leave. 

Jonghyun nodded and tried to wave back, walking them in and towards the elevator. He felt his strength returned little by little, felt his senses clear the longer he held Taemin in his arms. “You’re OK now,” he murmured. “You’re safe now, I’ve got you.”

Taemin shivered, burrowing into the other’s neck. “Yeah...” he managed, his mind still not entirely whole. When he heard the sound of an excited dog in the distance it only made him hold on tighter. 

Jonghyun, feeling the strain of carrying the other all the way in, finally sat him down on the sofa and crouched before him like he had only days ago. “Do you need anything?” he asked. “Anything at all? Food, water…?” But his questions fell on deaf ears. The exhaustion of their time apart and the comfort of their meeting had clearly taken a heavy toll on the other. His head lolled forward as he started to fall asleep. 

Taemin felt a pair of lips press against his forehead before his mind took him away.

When he awoke, he was alone, in a strange room on a strange sofa… no. Bed. He sat up in confusion. “What the…?” he began before a very adorable and very familiar doggy jumped onto him. 

“Oh! Roo!” he grinned, gathering her into his arms. “Hello~” he carried her out of the room, following the smell of food. “Hmm, looks like your appa’s cooking us something nice? Isn’t he? Isn’t he, you cute little baby? Isn’t--?”

Jonghyun turned to look at him with eyebrows raised. “You like sausages?” he asked.

Taemin blinked. “Will you cut them like octopuses?” he asked, leaning against something as his giddiness still came and went in waves. “Eomma always cuts them like that for me…”

“Are you twelve?” Jonghyun ridiculed, but did as he was requested. “Your hyung seems nice,” he commented as he worked. “Poor guy looked so stressed. You’re a real troublemaker in your house, aren’t you?”

“No…!” Taemin protested, letting Roo run off and making his way to the fridge. “I just. Have a strong personality, OK?”

“Let me guess,” Jonghyun chuckled, holding the bowl of rice and sausages out to the other. “That’s something your eomma says, isn’t it?”

There was no more exchanged between them. Taemin’s appetite kicked the door in hard. He finished his bowl, took seconds and even thirds. Then he washed it all down with a bottle of juice, found yogurt and cut fruit in the fridge. Jonghyun made the mistake of leaving him alone while he showered, and when he returned all the boiled eggs and baby carrots and cheese slices were gone.

“Can we order pizza?” Taemin asked, still sitting on the floor in front of an ajar and now sad-looking fridge.

“What the fuck?!” Jonghyun balked at his raided pantry. “You even ate all the side dishes my eomma sent last week!” 

“I… I was hungry!” Taemin defended.

“You ate what would’ve lasted me a month!” 

“I told you I was hungry! Why don’t you pay attention? Why don’t you listen when I’m talking Why don’t you--?!” Taemin’s stomach grumbled and he clutched at it. “Ugghh so hungry…” he whined.

Jonghyun held his head in his hands.

Some time later, with a slice of pizza in one hand and his phone in the other, Taemin lounged on the living room floor as he chuckled along to stupid memes online. He entertained himself like this for a while until he noticed his host fuming at him. 

“W-what?” he asked self-consciously. 

“Put your phone away,” Jonghyun ordered, an edge to his voice, his face only softening when Taemin did as he was told. “Now. We’re going to spend some quality time together. And we’re going to learn to live with each other.” He patted the space next to him on the sofa. “Come here. Let’s watch a movie together. Then we’ll go out. Someplace warm. Like a cafe, OK?” he offered.

Taemin nodded slowly. “O-OK.”

[ohimesama]

12.17.22 Saturday

9:23 am

Uncle Jun went to his baranggay kingdom since this 8am... Still,have the windblow trap... Whew! Kinda stressed-out yesterday on-line due to some holiday breaks that some office will open next year...

About this Uncle DD who is managing supposed to be and must be the fundings about here the "house expenses" let's say managing and assisting in a good way... Receiving and producing some fundings for the main casting in the family.... If you have the power,it is a big responsibility and a good feeling to lift people,if you can have a purity of your heart and soul. But! Until now,no signs of life coming from Uncle DD...

Hmmm....We all know angels,in a lil while it will be christmas and 2023! I still feel self-pity and bitter. I wanna have starbucks everyday... I wanna see donkeys and camels... I need money for my needs and wanna buy stuff and I know I have to work and I want some self-fulfillment... I HOPE DORAEMON CAN OPEN A DOOR FOR ME...

Hey! Doraemon I wanna go to the calmer side of the world and get some life there...Can you open that door Doraemon for me???

Meaning "matured,maturity and uphill"...

10:41 am

Oh! My gosh or oh my God! Aunt Teresa suddenly text me and called me....She asked me if she can connect with me, I replied I'm using data now but I'm gonna check if the wifi of RV is still existing coz he paid it last week...

Then,I went to the kitchen then I replied yes! Aunt Teresa the wifi of RV is existing and you can connect on the call now...

Suddenly,she got mad! She changed her voice tone! That why there is electric on RV, where is your Uncle Jun?

I said Uncle Jun is in the baranggay now... Then, in a lil while he went back and a lil irritated as well that who said that there is an electric in the room of RV... I said Aunt Teresa just accidentally figured it out coz of wifi connection coz it suddenly linked on to the call, when I went to the kitchen.

Then, Uncle Jun said who is in the room of RV, I said I don't know... Uncle Jun said check it! I went to the room of RV and I asked are you there Janna? She said yes! Aunt Teresa called me and she just figured it out that there is an electric in the room of RV, coz she called and wifi suddenly linked...

Kinda plastics this Uncle Jun...

Another post from Uncle Jun...

But awhile ago, Aunt Teresa mentioned that you must have wifi there,still but get it out from the room of RV... It didn't come from me... I went out for wifi last night and Uncle Jun knew it...

Janna said yeah! It is ohkay, will go out in a lil while... Then, she went out....

I don't know what to do now but I wanna have self-fulfillment and wanna leave the hometown...

5:24 pm

2 hours brown-out... Uncle DD called me and said he doesn't have anything extra to pay the carinderiaZ....He said Aunt Teresa was really,really, really mad today... He will just bring foodies later and will explain something...Now, talking on Uncle Jun over the phone.

9:20 pm

Doing this in spite of tight pocketz... For dogs and human... 100 pesoses or 100$ per box...

Charlie the poodle loves it!

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Humans and aliens of the sacred hellsite,

I know it's been weeks and weeks since I last posted a story and if I'm honest, I haven't gotten very much done either. But... the second and final part of my Bruce Banner fic, You Wouldn't Like Me When I'm Angry is ready to go and I have a House M.D. Wilson/Cameron fic 90% finished. Both will be posted within the week. Until then.

Xoxo,

Romance-Is-Tragic

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House MD Masterlist

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Happy Valentine's Day Humans And Aliens !

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You Wouldn’t Like Me When I’m Angry (Bruce Banner X Fem! Reader) Part Two

Summary: Part two of this fic. The aftermath of what happens when you see Bruce ‘Hulking Out’ for the first time. 

A/N: Humans and aliens of the sacred hellsite, I know it’s been absolutely forever since I’ve posted anything. I’ve been having some writer’s block recently and I’m thinking of getting off Tumblr for a while. Anyways, this is the second and final part of this Bruce Banner fic. The House MD Wameron fic will be out in a couple of days depending on how bad my WiFi is. Happy Reading :)

Warnings: A little angst. Nothing major. 

Danielle Steel once wrote, "we are all fools in matters of the heart." In those first agonising three months without Bruce, you realised just how true it was. Bruce left to protect you and you stayed away to protect him. In the earlier days, you left the Avengers Tower, you left New York all together. You just wanted to be free. You considered the old hope, selling your house, buying an old truck, moving to a quaint small town but in the end, you were happier with city life. You picked Washington. You found a cheap little apartment, pretty, sunny and convenient, and got a job as a primary school teacher.

 Life seemed simpler. Washington was new, you didn't know anyone and no one knew you. Our first day of work was successful, the children loved you. That was how you lived your life. Wake up, exercise, get ready for work. Teaching, lunch, more teaching, walk home, lesson planning. Dinner, reading, going to bed. There was no excitement in your life whatsoever. You planned to keep it that way. However, life didn't necessarily want you to follow that path.

 You'd caught wind of a physics conference being held in Washington, at a university not far from the school where you taught, but you didn't think much of it. Until the day of the conference itself. You were walking through the cold December snow, the school having been dismissed for winter vacation. That was when you saw him, a flash of dark hair, a purple shirt and then he was gone. Anger brimming in your eyes, you pushed him out of your mind. Too late.

 "Y/N ?" he asked, turning. You didn't, you walked on, tears slowly dripping down your cheeks. You wiped them away, doing your best to ignore his presence behind you. He jogged in front of you and placed a hand on your arm. "Y/N Y/L/N, I never thought I'd see you again," he said, smiling. "I don't want to see you again," you replied coldly.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. Look, just give me one chance to explain, give me five minutes." You sighed, trying to bottle your feelings. "Okay, five minutes," you said, directing him to a nearby park. The two of you sat side by side, letting him explain.

 "I left because I didn't want to hurt you. Not because I didn't love you. I love you Y/N, I still do. Truly. But… I didn't trust the other guy to be around you. I wanted to get him under control. I didn't think…"

"That I'd leave everything behind, run away ?" you supplied. He nodded.

"Yeah," he breathed. "Why'd you do it ?"

"Bruce you idiot, your letter. The way you wrote, it made me feel like… you didn't love me… you didn't want to be with me…" you whispered. Your tone had gone from angry to melancholy in a few short seconds. He took your hands in his. "Will you let me prove that I love you ?" Bruce asked. You nodded. He smiled and softly pressed his lips to yours. As he pulled away, you smiled back.

 Two months later, you walked and in hand as the snow started melting. "I love you," you reminded him as he dropped you off at the school. "I love you more," he grumbled, his brows creasing in frustration. "Brucie ?" you asked, gently rubbing his arm. "What's wrong ? Are you angry about something ?"

"You wouldn't like me when I'm angry," he mumbled. You smiled and kissed him.

"I totally would."

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