#or maybe... keep watching the show <3 yayyyy

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I Slept With My Brother’s Babysitter

Includes: Choso x (fem)Babysitter reader, new relationship (like an hour old), kissing, lots. Choso plays with reader’s boobs for a little, boob kissing, nipple biting (yeowch), reader’s boobs aren’t a specific size, body worship, Choso is uncut, handjob/fingering (both receiving), oral (both receiving), praise (always, it’s zero writing🙄), protected sex, like three orgasms, aftercare (yippee!!), sillies in love.

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Read Part One Here!

Word Count: ~3k

A/n: Yayyyy, hopefully, this is good! As the title and “includes” mentions, this is smut, so if you don’t want to read that with this au, please skip over!! I’m unsure if I will write a male reader counterpart (I apologize if I don’t), but I hope you enjoy this! As always, likes and reblogs are appreciated!! (I love reading your tags) I think I like boobs. Please ignore how this is like, 2-3 months late, I had a huge slump and then got really busy (_ _;) this is BARELY proofread, I let Grammarly do most of the work :P

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The moment Choso’s apartment door clicks shut, you’re pinned against the wall as he presses his lips to yours, hands reaching to lock the door. He holds your waist and you whine into his mouth when he lowers them to squeeze at your hips.

Choso hears the desperate noise and freezes, looking at you. “I… I liked that noise…”

His mumbles make you blush, and you two kiss more. “Can’t-” kiss “-just say that, dummy…”

“Can’t say what?” He pulls back, oblivious to how easily you get embarrassed.

“… Never mind, keep kissing me.”

He happily accepts that and squeezes your hips again as your lips lock for another time. Your tongues swap spit and you two stumble to his bedroom, where he finally pulls away again, much to your disappointment. You frown and chase his lips as he kneels to untie your shoes and carefully pull them off your feet.

“You are so absolutely gorgeous, you know that?”

“…You are embarrassing…”

“Do my words bother you?”

“No, they fluster me…”

He chuckles and kicks off his own shoes, carefully reaching to take off his shirt. You watch with hungry eyes and he just laughs more.

“Waiting for something?”

“I- no! …Okay, maybe.”

He laughs and takes off his shirt to show off his toned torso. You’ve seen Choso’s body a few times before when he comes out of the shower with only a towel around his waist when you watch Yuji, and of course, you can’t help but sneak a few glances. He noticed this, obviously, but would never tell you that. He reaches to undo your cute top, making sure it’s set aside carefully, and then unclasps your bra with ease.

The moment Choso sees your supple breasts, he is awestruck. He carefully takes one into his hand and lightly squeezes, gauging your reaction. You seem to like it, so he gently massages your breasts, leaning to kiss your neck and suck marks that Yuji will innocently question when he comes home.

You whine into the crook of his neck as he sucks those pretty marks into your skin and caresses your hard, sensitive nipples. Your hands grip the waistband of his pants needily tugging them down. It’s now his turn to blush as his penis is already at full attention.

“Wow, does kissing get you that desperate?” You laugh.

“Don’t make fun of me…”

“Sorry, sorryyy, I think it’s kind of endearing.”

“How is this endearing?”

“Well, you got all excited because you were kissing me, right? Ever got that way from kissing someone else?”

“Uh, n-no, I haven’t…” He seems embarrassed by his excitement.

You just smile. “That makes me feel special.”

His heart flutters, he really can’t help it when your smile is so gorgeous and words so sweet. He kisses you more, holding you gently and carefully slipping off the rest of your clothes. He doesn’t move to touch you yet, and you don’t move to touch him, you two just continue to taste each other’s mouths while in the nude.

Choso’s hand slides down to your ass and he lightly squeezes where he has always wanted to. The skin is so soft, better than he has ever imagined and you hum against his lips, enjoying the possessive gesture. You lay back and he kisses down your chest, lightly trailing his hands up and down your body.

Choso gently kisses your torso, sucking little marks into the skin between your breasts. His free hand traces the areola on your right breast while he focuses his mouth on your left. Your pretty whines echo in his mind and fill the room, hands carding into his dark locks to lightly pull as he looks up at you with hooded eyelids. The gasp that escapes your throat when his teeth gently bite down on your nipple makes him dizzy.

“Ch-choso, I’m sensitive there!” You whine and tug harder at his hair.

He just hums and moves to the other nipple, giving the same attention to it. His saliva mixed with the air feels almost freezing on your poor nipple when he does switch. His hand tweaks and tugs at the reddened area, looking back up at you with love-drunk eyes. Choso reluctantly pulls himself away after a few minutes and returns to locking lips with you.

“You're so gorgeous,” he mumbles against your lips. “Beautiful body, soft lips, heavenly tits…”

“You haven’t even let me appreciate your body,” you whine, yet there’s no real complaint in your words.

He chuckles and traces your hips. “You’ll get there soon. Let me do one more thing, please.”

You nod. “Okay.”

He rubs your hips gently and drags his hands along your sides, watching your reactions. His rough thumbs feel so soft to you as if they were the only hands that existed. Or mattered, at least. Calloused fingers trace down your hips and slowly make their way to your mound, his middle finger tracing slow circles into your clit.

Satisfied hums escape your throat as he slowly yet expertly rubs your clit, spreading your folds and examining your pretty pussy. Soft kisses plant onto your hips and slowly make their way to your sweet core.

He almost cums just from tasting you. The dark-haired male licks a long stripe along your pussy before suckling your pretty clit. The gasp that escapes you makes it so much harder for him not to blow his load, you just taste so divine and sound so sweet. Your quiet hums quickly turn into desperate whines as Choso expertly eats you out. He ruts his hips against the sheets for some relief, focusing on sucking your sensitive little nub and making you release those cute noises.

“Y-yes, right there, Choso,” you whine and buck up into his mouth.

He just hums into your weeping cunt, the vibrations from his voice adding yet another sensation to your body. Choso’s hands grip your hips in place as he takes you with his tongue. His tongue spells his name repeatedly into your clit as he guides his middle finger to prod at your sopping hole. The male slowly pushes his middle and ring fingers in and curls them up, loving how your breath hitches as your body arches up more into his mouth when his fingers expertly find your g-spot.

He wants to laugh at how easily he understands your body. The slightest touch has your mind reeling and he is ecstatic to know he's doing that to you. He can feel how you’re squeezing his fingers and realizes that you’re already so close to your release. He doesn’t change his movements in fear that he’ll ruin it for you, just staying constant while you breathily chant his name like a mantra.

“Choso! Cho-so! I’m- I’m gonna-!!”

You don’t finish the sentence before your orgasm ripples through your body, back arching up and hands gripping his hair like a vice. His slurps are so messy now as he swallows all the sweet juices of your release. He slowly pulls his mouth away to look up at you, your chest heaving and fingers lightly pulling his hair and then soothing his scalp.

You come down from the high and he is full of grins. Starry-eyed and kissing your skin as if you were sculpted from the finest clay. You sit up after a few minutes and the both of you kiss again, you can taste yourself on his tongue. He happily lets your tongue invade his mouth, his body jolting with pleasure when your hand finds his dick.

You slowly slide your hand along the base of his cock. Your thumb helps move his foreskin back so you can tease the head. As you do so, his breath hitches, and a quiet groan escapes his throat, his forehead resting against your shoulder. Choso grips your hips and ruts his own into your hand.

“Your hand feels amazing,” he murmurs huskily, breathing heavily into your neck. “Don’t stop…”

“No? Not even if I want to suck it instead?” You whisper with a hint of teasing.

His cheeks flush and he groans softly. “Okay, but only if you’re doing that instead…”

You giggle and press a soft kiss against his lips before kneeling down to be level with his manhood. You press another kiss against the red tip of his cock before sliding your tongue along his length. His soft groans fill the room as your mouth envelops him, his hands tangling into your hair and guiding your head.

Choso swears he’s in heaven. Everything about you is so heavenly. The warmth of your mouth has him going crazy, he can only imagine how your other hole would feel.

“Oh, just like that,” he groans, very vocal compared to his usual reserved nature. “So good…”

It takes everything for him not to blow his load when you hum in response. You can taste it too, the pre that leaks out of him is oh-so perfect. Not too bitter, you can’t help but want more. He tries to pull away before he can cum, but you have such a pretty look on your face that he cums shortly after. Thick ropes reach down your throat and you pull away with a gasp shortly after swallowing.

Once Choso has come down from his high, he feels red reach his face and he clears his throat. “S-sorry, that was probably super gross…”

“No, no, it wasn’t bad at all.” You smile reassuringly and sit on his lap, careful not to stimulate his dick again. “I wanted to taste it.”

He’s super red now if he wasn’t already. “Ah, um, o-okay…”

“Need a break before we start all the… penetration stuff?” You blush a little.

“Yeah, just a little bit,” he mumbles and buries into your neck, planting soft kisses.

You press a kiss to his lips and get off his lap to look for condoms. “Where do you keep your condoms?”

“Uh, the one cabinet Yuji can’t reach. Bathroom, above the mirror.”

You head to the bathroom connected to his bedroom and get on your tiptoes to open the cabinet and grab a condom. You return to the bed and carefully put the rubber on him, apologizing when he hisses out of sensitivity. You giggle a little afterwards and he frowns and attacks you with kisses.

“Ack! Choso! Quiiiit!” You laugh and wrap your arms around him.

“Mwah, mwah, mmmmmwah!” He chuckles and presses soft kisses around your neck and jawline.

“Quit ittt!” You giggle more.

He pulls away after pressing a soft kiss to your lips and has the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen on him. You smile yourself and push his bangs out of his face. He hums and rubs your hips.

“You’re gorgeous, you know that?”

“You’ve been saying that. I have no choice but to believe you.” You tease and kiss the corner of his lips.

“You should. I mean it.”

“Hm. So you’re the one who taught Yuji that honesty?”

“Ha, I guess, what’d he say?”

“He tells me all the time that I’m pretty.”

“He’s not wrong.”

“So do you and him talk about how pretty I am together?” You tease.

“Do you want more kisses?”

“Okay, okayyy…”

He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. Then another. And another. The two of you make out again and he lifts you from his lap and lays you on your back against his bed. You tangle your fingers into his hair and hum against his lips, body jolting in surprise when his tip grazes your clit. He chuckles at that.

“Sensitive?”

“A little,” you mumble into his skin.

“But good enough for me to start?”

“Mhm, just don’t cum too early.” You tease and he nips at your bottom lip.

“Don’t plan on cumming before you.”

“Well, aren’t you a gentleman?”

He scoffs at your tease and carefully slides his rubber-coated dick along your slick to use as lube before sliding into your warmth. Choso lets himself stay there for a moment and also allows you to adjust to his intrusion. You hold onto the man’s shoulders as he rubs your sides soothingly.

“You okay?” he whispers.

“Mhm, just need a second,” you mumble back.

“Just tell me when, I'll move slow.”

After a few moments of waiting, you nod. Choso moves his hips forward to be fully inside you, mumbling an apology when your nails dig into his skin. He waits again for your nod, which doesn’t come for a while. When it does, he slowly moves back until he is almost fully out of you, then slides back in, angling up just a bit to graze along your g-spot.

The gasp it elicits from you makes him dizzy. It's like he magically got drunk during dinner because you're constantly making him so light-headed with every little thing you do. He gradually picks up the pace and his hips now move a bit faster, the angle he's been at making you just as dizzy as he is.

Soft moans fill the room, as well as his quiet grunts and the squeak of his bed. The bed frame makes quiet thumps against the wall that separates your apartment from his, so he's not worried about a noise complaint. He kisses marks against your chest and holds your hips firmly yet not hard enough to bruise.

“Oh, right there, yeah, y-yeah, feels so good, Choso.” your breathless whispers mix with your moans.

“Feels good?” he repeats and smiles against your skin.

“Mhm-- fuck --feels amazing…”

He groans and continues his gradual increase in thrusts, eyes rolling back at how responsive you get. Your soft mewls drive him absolutely insane as he moves even faster inside you and spreads your legs wider (if even possible). Your nails dig even deeper into his shoulders, clawing at his back because he just feels so good, and he’s just so deep, it is just so right.

He can feel just how close you are and it's driving him nuts. He needs to feel you cum around him, and needs to know how it feels, he's been dreaming of this moment without even realizing it. But he can tell you still need something to help you teeter over the edge. He carefully rubs your clit with his thumb, not going too fast and not going too slow to keep you from orgasm. And he talks you through it the whole time.

“Gotta cum for me, pretty girl, I need you to cum. Yeahhh, I know-- fuck --know you're close, just let go f’me, okay? That's it, good fucking girl-- fuck, you squeeze so tight…”

You climax with a moan of his name and your nails drag along his back, legs squeezing around him and shaking slightly. He continues to thrust, the intervals becoming sloppy as he reaches his own orgasm, hips finally stilling when he overstimulated himself.

Choso carefully pulls out of you and kisses your forehead, moving your hair that is stuck to it out of the way. He grins and kisses your cheeks and lips as he slides the condom off his softening cock.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispers against your skin. “Ready to shower?”

“Hold me for a little before we do,” you whine.

He chuckles and lays beside you, holding you on top of him and running his hand along your back. Choso's hand traces shapes into your hips as your head leans on his chest. His lips gently and repeatedly press against your forehead as he whispers praises to you.

“You are such an angel, so gorgeous and sweet, even when you're a tease…”

“Mhmm,” you hum back, too tired to actually form a reply.

“And you're just so fucking perfect, I love it.”

When he doesn't hear your half-reply and instead only hears your soft breathing, he smiles and carefully pulls the blanket over you. Choso, however, gets out of bed and showers, putting on fresh boxers before warming a bath up for you. He re-enters his room and carefully scoops you up, smiling softly when you wake up but don't really protest the bath.

Choso lathers your body carefully in some soap you had bought him as a neighborly welcome gift when he and Yuji moved in. You just sit in the tub and relax.

“Tired?” he mumbles.

“Yeah, I was almost asleep…”

“I wanted to get you clean before you slept. Can't be too upset.”

“Interrupting my beauty sleep, how rude.” you joke and poke your tongue out.

“Come on, you can return as soon as I dry you off.” he laughs and rinses your body.

“Fine, but you have to make me breakfast tomorrow.”

“Of course, I planned on that anyway.”

He dries you off and gives you some boxers and his t-shirt to sleep in, then lays in bed with you. You cuddle into him and Choso smiles while holding you even closer.

“You know you're most likely gonna be sore tomorrow, yeah?”

“Probably, but it was so worth it in the moment.”

You both laugh and Choso kisses your head. “Get some sleep.”

“Mkay,” you mumble and quickly fall asleep, quiet breathing filling the room. He could get used to this.

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[midnight1nk]

So, this week's episode...

[Spoilers below cut]

save me SMG4 episode save me

(the following is my live reaction:)

moo-stache moo-stache moo-stache

why do I feel like Pedro's going to be here?

"bruh Pedro was just a one-time thing." they literally killed off Mickey, ANYTHING can happen

KAIZO YOU'RE BACK HI

OMG please tell me someone from the Team saw this fan animation and put it in the episode as a nod to the animator, that would be awesome!!!

btw great fan animation, go check it out if you haven't [link]

YAYYYY, c'mon Mario you gotta spend time with your brother :)

also I need to find a playthrough of this game while I work

whoops my hand slipped [*makes 4 say "I should've chosen the USB over you, 3"*] :)

Hey Shroomy :D ....oh *western spaghetti flashbacks*

like seriously, I can't hear that audio the same way again

helicopter helicopter (copter)

oh hey swag *he fades away* NOOOOOO

well, digging did (mostly, sorta) help the last episode

OMG HI HI HI MY SILLIES

Three, why are you here if you think it's stupid? unless... 🫵 🏳️‍🌈⁉️

it's giving "I'm only here to support my boyfriend's interests", like I'm starting to believe that they truly are dating behind the scenes

they're on a date, your honor 💙💜

and there they go bickering again smh /affectionate

I'd like to think that ever since Four drives a forklift, that's just his method of transportation. screw the car, we're taking this baby out for a spin :)

Mario, you need to be ✨forklift certified✨

sorry, just Three's gayass poses give me life

actually yeah why is the line not moving?

the boys :)

also that walk animation tho

HOW LONG IS THIS LINE?!

also c'mon Three, show us your dance moves :D

oooooh that editing i love that

THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING

now that they've mentioned it, why are there so many conventions happening at the same time? hmmmmm *game theory theme starts playing*

SMG3: "Maybe they're lining up to go to your mom's house. That line's usually pretty long." DAYUM THREE

"the line doesn't end" ayo wtf????

shroomy, you've eaten mushrooms before and you had no problem with that

....it really is the end of the world huh

ONE WEEK LATER?!?!?!?

"there is no end" "the end will come" me, sitting in the corner: hmmmmmmmmm

whelp, it's confirmed, I kin Four now

Three's not going coo co crazy, he's just vibin' :)

THIS IS WARRRRRR

this whole fighting scene omg it's SO good!

....WOTFI? ok no :P

AWWW THAT WAS ACTUALLY SWEET DUDE

CAN WE PLEASE GET A HUG? FOR ME SPECIFICALLY?

.... yeah uh Boopkins, you're going to have to explain what the hell you mean by that

not that it's surprising, we've been through a lot. just another Tuesday (or Saturday in this case)

MY HEART CAN'T TAKE ALL THIS FLUFF

HUG HUG HUG

THAT'S MY BOYS

RAVE PARTY [*dances*]

....sonic, is that you? sorry, my mind is still in the sonadow generations phase so I can't unsee them

:O wait, Boopkins, what did you mean by that?

MARTY?!?!? WTF

SMG4: "Don't worry, Mario. There's one way we can fix this." Beat the shit out of him...? YEAH I KNEW IT HAHA

*explodes*

and congrats to samgagmincho for your art featured at the end credits 🎉

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

This was a fun episode, I loved it!! Seeing my boys is always a plus and I appreciate the return of some side characters. With how the world is right now, I really needed this episode. So, thanks Team, for keeping my spirits up.

I just enjoyed watching my silly little guys doing silly little adventures. Traffic is a nightmare so I don't blame Mario in the slightest. Anyway, 3 and 4, how was your date? /silly

Can we just talk about the animation? It was so good!!! You really see the quality they put in, especially in that fighting scene. I didn't expect MARTY of all people to be the cause of all this. I honestly thought it was going to be a gag of something harmless just being in the middle of the road for no reason (like a turtle or smth) and the Crew being like "ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!" but NOPE, Marty was here and apparently A SORCERER?! I really shouldn't be surprised, what am I talking about here. And ofc the OG duo immediately beating the shit out of him is so fucking funny to me. He didn't die (I know that), but he's definitely going to be more relevant in the future.

...puzzlevision 2? ok I'm sorry

SMG4 show and jokes aside, I hope you all are ok. No matter what happens, we'll stick together. Don't give them the satisfaction that they want. You aren't alone, and we'll keep on fighting.

Going to be a Sonic fan here, Sonic 06 is famously known to be... augh. But there is a good moment with Shadow that I think is relevant now:

Mephiles (the villain of the game): "It's futile. The world will betray you. Why fight at all? Why risk your life for those who will persecute you later?" Shadow: "If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight like I always have."

Take care, my dear fellows, and I'll see you all in my next post!! Hmmm, there is "no end" [*game theory intro plays*]

[namgyunation]

I LOVE HOW WE USE "YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN" CAUSE YEAHHH I DO!! this made my day honestly imgonnacryhelp

not that image help?1-#-* I WAS THINKING THE SAMEEEE

NO WORRIES I CAN SAY THE THINGS YOU CAN'T!! time to ruin the party..boo boo..like,

fem nam-gyu is fine..i love genderswaps and all but..sigh. sometimes people take it wayyy too far. i retweeted something similar to this, like the about feminizing him if my brain remembers it right (i'm too lazy to check rn SORRY) anddd, well, yeah if doing that for fun makes people feel pleased, i'm not hating. even some of my fav artists draw him in skirts and stuff..

but some people don't know when to stop.. especially the thangyu shippers, sorry to say that but, he wouldn't act like a little meow meow all the time. sometimes when he's in the mood? maybe, but other than that..i don't think so,,

anyways yeah not hate or something but yk

wish people would get him like you do

love how your mind works!!

( and YES I READ YOUR FANFICS AS WELL..your genius nam-gyu yaps and all,, heheheh..)

+ combining your other ask!!!

WAIT NO HPW DID I NOT SEE YOUR POST BEFORE SENDING MY ASK UGHH BEEF..BEEF?? I WATCHED THAT I GET WHAT YOU MEANNN WHATTT!! YOU ALWAYS GET THE SMARTEST IDEAS WOAH i've never actually thought about but now it makes..all..sense..okay. deep breaths aauuh (also goodnight i think cause you said it's late!!! don't tire yourself aaananan)

ok so for the first part of ur ask yes i enjoy 'genderbends'. like it's fun to reimagine characters in that way and see what they'd wear + diff hairstyles. that shit's been around forever, and i love it!

(me being a party pooper below the cut. don't read if you don't wanna hear it. please keep having fun and being joyous and doing what you want it's never that serious)

when it comes to feminizing canon nam-gyu, it gets to a point where that's all i see of him and his character, and i get a little bit iffy considering it's almost always done because he's being shipped with thanos. (specifically talking about CANON nam-gyu, i love trans hcs and genderbends and AUs and stuff, i'm not talking about those) and then it's alwaysss just nam-gyu lmao, like damn feminize thanos, too, while you're at it; make it equal, at least!!!! but nah it's just nam-gyu. and then it starts feeling kind of off and even kind of fetishy imo, to see him constantly reduced to thanos's dainty frail girly bottom. i would argue that nam-gyu's pretty damn masculine lmao.

(and yeah ik sweater paws, his little "shirt skirt", etc. all those silly jokes) but like. outside of the jokes. at the end of the day that's a grown ass man with some weird ass toxic masculinity shit going on who is constantly mean and aggressive and always trying to assert himself over others. genuinely think it's just bc he has hair past his ears and than//gyu yaoi but . yeah like bruh nam-gyu is so insecure and hyper-aware about being seen as 'weak'. i like being silly and unserious and having fun, but realistically his ass is not wearing half the things that ppl put him in </3

also gahhh yeah i started out as someone who was a fan of tha//ngyu bc they were my two favs and i thought it was silly lol (i still enjoy it but not as much as i do just them being friends), but genuinely the fandom ruined it for me with how often nam-gyu gets reduced to cutesy little meow meow with no frontal lobe or independent thoughts or feelings outside of thanos

and yeah i think it's fine to have an opinion and voice your thoughts on stuff like that while knowing at the end of the day that it's whatever! when i see stuff that i don't fw i simply shrug and scroll instead of engaging bc i choose peace

ALSO LOL WE ALR TALKED ABT THIS A LITTLE ON TWIT DMS BUT <33333 you understand me MWAH i'm glad u enjoy my endless nam-gyuposting TToTT

AND YAYYYY OMG YOU WATCHED BEEF, TOO..... you see my vision!!!! i loved that show smmm ugh it had me in a funk for like a week or two LMAO. hopefully i can write something about that.....

[eunjidrabbles]

YAYYYY your asks are finally open!!! hi hi im the anon may i ask for a hwasa one shot wherein reader is courting hwasa but hwasa doesn't find fem! reader attractive. after one date, hwasa decides that reader isnt really her type which r is bummed about but respects her decision. however, one day hwasa finds r's genuine character and somehow, she falls for r's charms uwu angst to big big fluff please! sorry this is long :3 i really like tropes like this thank youuu!

Just One

(I realized writing hurt/comfort stuff soothes my soul a lot. Probably because I like making it hurt and then I feel bad and try to make it warm and fluffy so no worries. Longer requests help me with plotting out the story.

Edit: Sorry this took longer than expected, I just started my first day of work again and guess who is now a barista? Also Wheein’s solo album just dropped today so go give it a listen ya’ll)

Word count: About 2.4k

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Ahn Hye Jin is a goddess. Everyone who has seen her either loves her, or hate her because they want to be her. With beauty, fame and charisma that goes off the charts, who could blame when you were to be drawn in like a moth to the light? Of course given the opportunity, you chose to chase after her disregarding the fact there were probably many others like you. It was a chance given, and it would be foolish not to grab at it. Be it getting your manager to buy her favorite drinks so you can drop it off for her whenever she was at the company practicing, leaving little notes with a container of food for her to heat up when she stays back for more practicing on her own or even occasionally popping by the studio when you had some free time off your schedules, you did you best to let your presence be known to her. Management didn't know of your crush, brushing it off as admiration for your senior whose group literally built up the company, and you'd prefer for it to stay that way lest you get kicked out barely a year into debuting. Hyejin however, knew of your intentions. You've made it clear to her when you gathered up the courage to manage to stammer out a "I like you." Before you could hear whoops from Wheein and feel the stares coming from the other two older members directed at you.

Over time, you've managed to also worm your way into the rest's hearts as they realized how pure your intentions were, and how far you'd go to try take care of their strong-headed maknae. Seeing as to how Hyejin has never properly rejected you, they slowly started putting in words for you whenever they spot your gifts for her, planting what they'd hope to be the seeds that will help make their youngest happier. It started from "Look at how thoughtful she is!" To “Hey look, guess who dropped by again today~?” Each time, she would only smile and wave away at her member’s teasing as she accept her gifts with a smile.

The small interactions with Hyejin and the rest of her members were great as you slowly got to know them more, just as friends. Sharing jokes and they would sometimes even invite you up for a meal together. It wasn’t until a few weeks later of skirting around your very obvious infatuation with Hyejin did you actually put up your mind to do something. Nodding to yourself, you gathered up the courage and knocked on the door. Cheers were heard from inside and as routine, Hyejin came to the door to open it for you. Passing over her drink with a smile, she stood waiting accepted it with a small chuckle and thanks. Right before she turned away, you called out to her. Looking back at you questioningly, you took a few deep breath to try settle your pounding heart. “One date. Just give me one date. I’ll show you that I’m serious.” You could see her eyes widen in surprise and slowly cover her mouth with her hand. You shift nervously, not daring to break the eye contact. She was the one who looked away first and her gaze fell to the ground, seemingly deep in thought. Noticing the longer than usual interaction, the rest of the members curiously peeked over one another to observe the situation. Putting the pieces together, Wheein shared glances with the older members and back to her best friend and voiced out her thoughts. “Why don’t you give it a shot?” Slowly looking over to her, Hyejin studied her expression, followed by the encouraging looks Moonbyul and Yongsun was giving before going back to her own thoughts for a bit longer. All the while you stood, head slowly lowering, feeling your throat and chest slowly coiling and tightening on themselves while you prepare yourself for the rejection incoming. “So what do you have in mind?” Snapping your head up, you find her staring right at you. You could almost hear your own heartbeat as you let out a breath you didn’t even notice you were holding. Glancing past her, you see the enthusiastic nodding and thumbs up given to you by the rest of her members and you pulled out your phone. “I’ll text you the details?”

As far as records go, the company only saw this meet up as a nice meal between a member of their top girl group and their solo artist. You’ve managed to book a small table at a café that you were introduced by a few friends. It was a cozy little place near an alleyway, just a little out of the way of where the crowd would usually go. Settling down in the corner, you were both handed a small menu. Skimming over, you decided to place an order of a cup of coffee and a macaron for a sweet treat. Hyejin took a little longer to look through the menu but also ended up with just a cup of coffee. There was an awkward tension in the air as you constantly try to find topics to speak about to engage the woman sitting opposite of you when all you could get in reply was a few words in reply. With a smile, you could only nod and let the silence blanket the both of you as your drinks and snack came. Every time you looked up from sipping your drink, you could see her silently in her own thoughts and decided not to bother her lest she finds you annoying. It was when you were on the last few sips of your drinks did Hyejin finally speak up.

“I don’t want to be harsh but I don’t think we’d go well together.”

The words echoed in your head as they processed into what she was trying to say. You swallowed down the harsh reality that hit you right in your chest and nodded with a small understanding smile. “Thank you for at least giving me a chance, and of course, being honest with me.” Nodding back, Hyejin went back to sipping her drink as the silence once again settled between the both of you, this time for you to quietly nurse your heart. Setting down the empty cups, the both of your stood as you pulled out your phone and texted your manager to pick the both of you up. While waiting outside the café, Hyejin couldn’t bring herself to look at you. A part of her felt that she had led you on, despite it just being that she couldn’t understand of her own feelings. To make everything simpler for everyone, the best choice would be to reject and ignore it. A hand coming towards her in the corner of her eye surprised her, and with that she finally look at you again. “Friends?” Raising your eyebrow, you silently prayed that whatever happened wouldn’t ruin whatever relationship you had between her and her members. “Friends.” Raising her hand to shake yours, a smile bloomed across her face in relief that you held no anger towards her.

You understood that it will definitely take time to get over the fact that you had a crush on Hyejin, so you chose not to avoid it. Instead, you faced the rejection straight on, and went up to Mamamoo’s studio even more often to interact more with everyone whenever you had the time. Every now and again, you’d also have a member or two pop up in your studio to join in the chaos, much so adding up to your manager’s headache of trying to keep your appearance as an idol intact, knowing well fully that the random moments you shared with the group would most likely air out as update episodes in your mini vlog series. It took a while to realize that by taking a step back from pursuing Hyejin, that you got so much more closer to her. The awkwardness melted away and what was left was a healthy friendship.

It also took a while for Hyejin to realized how much more she had been looking to spend time with you. Or that the increasing number of comments in your vlog series were commenting on how much and fondly she looked at you. It became almost a daily thing to exchange greetings from dawn and annoy one another through text till dusk fell. It got to the point where whenever her phone’s notification rang, does she perk up and rush to it and if it was not a reply from you, she would falter and according to Wheein, “Look like a kicked puppy.” If you had a schedule when she was free, she sometimes tag along with an excuse to keep you company but if you could see her behind all the staff, you’d notice her intense gaze as she studies you. The way you moved, the way you laughed, and even to the way your chest rise and fall as you breathed. Part of her knew what was happening, but she refused to act upon it. It wasn’t fair that you were the one who risked your career to chase her only for her to reject you, and now suddenly changing her mind. You on the other hand didn’t seem to notice all the extra attention you were getting from her and it annoyed Hyejin to a certain extend. She wanted the smiles you gave to everyone directed to only her. She wanted the jokes you shared and the laughter you gave to just be shared between you two.

It drove her crazy, the more she explored her feelings for you. It made her feel things that scared her. Scenarios would appear in her head as she watches you interact with others. Your words would race through her mind as she goes about her day. Images and memories of your gifts and notes pulled on her heartstrings. Maybe. Hyejin silently thinks to herself. Just maybe, I might be crazy. Chuckling to herself as she stopped in front of a set of doors, she sighed. That’s still better than letting someone else hold you, right? Looking up at the sign that stated the opening hours, she pulled out her phone to do a quick check of the time and pushed open to step through the set of doors.

The bass vibrated throughout the entire room as music boomed from the speakers in the practice room. Your eyes were trained upon your form as you connected each movement of your body to flow with the beat of the music. Seeing how focused you were on perfecting the dance routine, your manager could only sigh in failed attempt of trying to make you promise to not overwork yourself when your comeback was right around the corner before leaving for the night. At some point through the evening, you had shed your hoodie, leaving you in a cooling sports bra and sweat pants. Despite the lesser layers, you were drenched in sweat, and your hair had fallen from their ponytail, leaving them sticking uncomfortably to your face and body. Your body cried out in exhaustion as you slowed to a halt along with the music and panted to catch your breath. Slowly pushing yourself upright again, you groaned, body resisting the idea of one last run through of the routine. Right as you were about to hit the play button on your phone again, the soundproofed door of your studio swung open.

Your squeak echoed the room and your eyes darted up and widened in surprise to meet hers through the mirror’s reflection. It took a second for your body and brain to relax when you realized that the intruder meant no harm when you noticed both her hands were occupied. Slowly turning and walking over to the back of the studio where she had moved from the door, you look at Hyejin questioningly before your gaze dropped to the contents in her hands. Instead of putting it down onto the table, she waited for you to walk over to her to pass you the warm cup of coffee and a paper bag. Carefully hold the cup in one hand, you opened the bag to see a lone macaron sitting inside. A wide smile bloomed on your face when your body understood that the sweet treat was a form of energy for you to function and you eagerly pushed it up the bag to take the first bite. You then remembered the very person that delivered it to you and with your mouth full, you could only smile even wider to her as you closed your eyes in bliss as the sugary snack awoke your senses again.

“One date.”

Your eyes snap open as your jaw stopped its movement.

“One date. Just give me one date. I’ll show you I’m worth your time.”

Your smile slowly dropped as you processed what you just heard. Looking back down at the bag and the cup of drink, you recognized the name imprinted on its sides. It was from the very café you two went to on your first and last date. Forcing yourself to look busy by continuing to slowly chewing the one bite in your mouth, you subtly turned your head towards the mirror to look at the woman, not daring to risk eye contact by looking directly at her. Even from the mirror, you could see her intense gaze, as she fidgeted her hands behind her, anxiously waiting for your answer. 

“So? What do you say?”

Swallowing the now mushy mess in your mouth, you slowly looked right back at her. Lifting the drink to your lips and taking a small sip, you looked for traces of this encounter merely being a bad joke of the rejection you faced at her hand a few months ago. When you could find none, you slowly lowered the drink and sighed. Even at such mundane actions, you could see her tense up in anticipation.

You chuckle suddenly, breaking the silence and causing Hyejin to flinch. That in return made you chuckle even harder when her look of confusion and surprise slowly melt away as your laughter went on. Finally taking a breath to stop, you smiled and answered her.

“I was hoping it will be more than just one.”

[spicysoftsweet]

Yandere!Shalnark x Reader

Yayyyy~ Yandere!Shalnark Request for @oof-is-me <3<3

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For the third time this week, you were running late to a meeting.

Crap, crap, crap, I’m going to get fired today, I can just feel it! You lamented, as you did a half-speedwalk, half-run through the busy streets of Yorknew city, trying to make your way to your office building.

You’d only started working at the law firm as an intern for the past two weeks, at the very beginning of the summer, and you were tremendously thankful for the opportunity, but somehow your circadian rhythm was not. You had yet again slept through your five alarms, set only 2-3 minutes apart, and woken up with only twenty minutes to spare to look presentable and make it to work while grabbing coffee for your supervisor on the way there.

This isn’t a good look, you thought, as you avoided cracks in the sidewalk, praying you didn’t twist your ankle with one poorly positioned step in your kitten heels as you made it through the crowds.

Sweating mildly in the heat and hoping your white blouse was not ruined by sweat stains under your blazer, you finally reached the door of your office building, taking a minute to catch your breath before you opened it. You’d still get yelled at for not showing up with coffee in hand, but it was better than missing the first presentation.

Before you could step into the building, you heard a man yell in your direction.

“Hey, you dropped something!”

Normally, you would have ignored a random ‘Hey’ in the street, but you turned to find a man who looked to be in his early 20s or possibly younger jogging towards you with a wallet in hand. Your wallet.

“Oh!” You hadn’t remembered when you dropped it, but with the bustle and hustle of the city and the throngs of people pushing past you, it might have fallen out of your handbag;  you had just shoved it into a side pocket when you contemplated whether or not to stop by a Starwucks on the way.

“Thank you!” You said, with your hand outstretched to take it from him. “I really appreciate it,” you added with a polite chuckle. You were in a hurry, so decided against making more polite conversation, hoping you weren’t too short as you bowed quickly and ran into the building.

“Have a lovely day!” You offered.

Running up to the fourteenth floor where your office was located, you didn’t dwell on the extraordinarily bright smile that stalled just a little too long on the stranger’s face as you walked away.

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While the day had been exhausting, you were satisfied with how productive you had been all day, contemplating this as you finally walked home leisurely, clutching your purse by your side. Pointing out a significant flaw in one of the cases’ opening arguments had helped you wiggle out of a talking-to, and even though filling that gap kept you at work until late evening, you knew it would keep you in good-standing in case you were late again. You would try really hard not to be late again.

There were still quite a few people on the streets but the sun was beginning to set. You pulled out your phone to text your roommate that you were on your way home and could pick up takeout if needed but as you texted, you felt yourself brush past someone on the street, not having looked where you were going.

“Sorry!” You called out, looking up, but then you realized it was the same man you’d seen this morning. The one with the short, blonde hair, green eyes that held a twinkle and a friendly, but disconcerting smile. The one who had returned your wallet.

“Ah, so we meet again,” he said, in a cheerful voice.

Before you could apologize for being so curt earlier this morning and thank him again before going on your way, he pivoted around you. A blinding, sharp pain jolted from the back of your neck, and suddenly everything went black.

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When you awoke with a gasp, you were back in your office, sitting at your desk and staring at a computer. Was it a bad dream? The sharp and throbbing pain on your neck suggested otherwise, and you rubbed your hand over the pain. Maybe a wicked mosquito had left its mark on you.

“Hey again!”

You turned in surprise to see the blonde-haired man watching you again from where he was sitting on a filing cabinet, fiddling with a cellular phone. Suddenly you were in a panic.

How did he get in here?

Then, looking around, you noticed that from the lack of typing or muted conversation in the office’s semi-open layout, not a soul was around except for the stranger and you. In fact, the curtains were down, and it was clearly nighttime. How had you not noticed? Now that you thought about it, your head was feeling kind of fuzzy...

“I’m Shalnark, nice to meet you! You didn’t tell me your name earlier.”

Now that you could pay more attention to him, you noticed that while he had the soft features of a young boy, he was quite tall and decently muscular. Enough that he could overpower you if he needed to… if he hadn’t already.

“I.. What’s going on?” You said, in a whimper you didn’t even recognize from yourself. The smile on his face had gone from friendly and reassuring to threatening as he stepped closer to you.

“You brushed me off earlier. I didn’t really appreciate it, you know.” He made a playful pout as he continued to advance.

Beads of cold sweat started to form on your forehead. This man is insane. Completely insane.

“Please… please stay back!” You tried to get out of your chair, feeling the need to put as much distance between yourself and the man who called himself Shalnark as much as possible, and then realized that while your hands were free, you were unable to get out of the chair. You looked down to find that you had been strapped in at the thighs.

How did you not realize? The fog in your head was worsening yet again.

Shalnark was now close enough that he rested his hands on your thighs bound to the chair. His smile unchanging, he leaned in, allowing himself a few moments to observe your face, taking note of your features.

He was going to hurt you, and he was going to enjoy it. You could tell. A person doing something this awful, with eyes that innocent, had to be a demon.

Your eyes began to swim with tears. It didn’t even occur to you to swing or swipe at him given that your hands were free, knowing that if he had come this close, it was because he knew you couldn’t effectively fight him off.

“Please let me go.”

“It’s a shame that you don’t like me as much as I like you. It would be fun if you could at least remember what’s about to happen between us.”

“Please let me go. I will do anything you want,” you wept.

He smiled one more time, and then that sharp pain in the back of your neck returned. The last thing you heard before you faded out chilled you to the core.

“No need to ask you to do what I want. I can make you do anything I please.”

[deans-mind-palace]

Forget me not (Pt.1)

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Summary: Cas was your guardian angel and best friend. He protected you from everything that tried to harm you as child. But a terrible accident caused you to get separated from him. Years later, you’re still determined to find your guardian angel again. What happens when you meet him under unexpected circumstances?

Word Count: 1,936

Warnings: Blood, angst

Author’s Note: Yayyyy. I am so excited to share the first part of my Cas series with you! If I plan correctly, then there’ll be four to five parts. I would be glad for some feedback. Enjoy reading. This is angsty but there’ll also be fluff and maybe smut in the next chapters.

Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5

A long time ago God created a flower. But one day he forgot its name and it was very sad that God had forgotten it. So God renamed the flower Forget-me-not as a promise to never forget it again.

Castiel had been by your side since you could remember. He was assigned to you as guardian angel shortly after your birth. It meant he would keep you safe from all harm, never leave your side. Even if you couldn't always see him, you always felt his presence in your close proximity.

Castiel was your best friend.Your parents dismissed your stories about the angel with the bright blue eyes who was always with you when you slept, played or ate, as a child's fantasy, but you knew he was real.  Whenever you were alone, he would show himself and have tea parties with you and your dolls or read you fairy tales to help you fall asleep. Today it is hard to imagine that the angel could build such an intimate bond with a person, but you were different. Exceptions have always confirmed the rules, haven't they?

Actually Castiel was overqualified for the job of a guardian angel, but when God told him to watch over you and guard your every step, he obeyed because he knew that God had a plan. You had a great destiny resting on your shoulders. When the time was right, you would arrive. If the Almighty wanted Castiel to watch over this child, he would do so without question. Maybe he should have. Should have asked questions. But everything was different then.

Castiel was your best friend because you could always count on him. If you called out to him in the night because you were afraid of a nightmare, he would appear right before you. His presence was announced by the rustling of feathers. While your cheeks were still wet with tears, he would scoop you up and carry you to bed. There he would stay with you until you fell asleep and he could remove the fabric of his trench coat from your tiny hands without waking you. Then, as always, he would brush the tangled strands of hair from your face and give you a kiss on the forehead before he disappeared for the night to go about his service in heaven. But as soon as you awoke, he would watch over your steps again.

You had always been a little whirlwind, sparkling with joy of life and always laughing. Your parents loved you more than anything and you were their little sunshine. They could not actually have children, but you were a miracle and an absolute dream child. Yet you were wild and untamed. Curious and full of thirst for adventures. It was not always easy to take care of you. Castiel had a lot to do and you rarely let him take a breath, but he enjoyed every second he saw you grow up. Your childlike fascination for all things made him see the world with different eyes. Bugs were suddenly magical little creatures and the reddish leaves of the trees in autumn whispered their stories to you with the rustling of the wind.

You could still remember exactly how you once banged your knee when you were four years old. You had just jumped through the garden on a hobbyhorse and tried to catch an imaginary unicorn with a skipping rope knotted to a lasso. Castiel sat in the shadow of a large oak tree and watched you with a smile on his lips.

The wind rustled through the leaves, sun rays fell to the ground in bright spots and the air was filled with your childish laughter. But then it happened. You were running through the sandbox and were so close to catching the unicorn. The sand crunched under your toes when your little foot got caught on the edge of the sandbox and you hit the ground in a ball of skipping rope and hobbyhorse.Almost immediately you began to scream and cry and Castiel rushed to your side.  He lifted you up and your little hands clung to his brown hair. Your parents were just in the neighbor' house. They couldn't hear you.

Carefully your guardian angel carried you to the porch and sat down there with you in his lap. The sun had warmed the wood and it creaked under your weight. Still the crickets chirped while Castiel gently rocked you back and forth in his lap. Your sobbing subsided and you looked at him with big watery eyes. Cas smiled at the sight of your red cheeks and your poutty lips. The angel gently wiped away your tears. "It's all right, little sunshine," He murmured with his deep voice that always calmed you down. "Where does it hurt?" He asked, inspecting your bleeding knee carefully with gentle fingers. You pointed with your little fingers and trembling lower lip at your aching knee. You were strong and didn't want to cry.

Cas praised you, while you were leaning against him. Gently he took his hand and you saw how the skin on your knee closed and healed. The blood disappeared and you gave Castiel a big smile. The gap between your teeth made you look even more childlike and your braids bounced up and down next to your face.

"Thank you, Cassy" He heard your sweet voice in his ear and felt your arms close around his neck.  He smiled and put a kiss on your knee. Then he sat you down on the porch and got up and knocked the dust off his coat. You watched him with big eyes. The blue of his eyes fascinated you endlessly. It was as blue as the sky above you or the small flowers of Forget-me-not in the grass of the backyard. Castiel reached out his hand to you.

"Come on," He said, waggling his fingers encouragingly. Giggling, you hopped down the stairs and his hand embraced your little one warm in his. Together you lay on the grass between the little blue Forget-me-not and watched the passing clouds, discovering funny fantasy animals again and again. "You see? That one. That one over there. That looks like a crocodile," You said, pointing to a particular cloud pattern. Cas hummed approvingly and pointed to a rabbit. Soon the crocodile and rabbit merged and moved on with the wind towards the sun.

Cas just loved to lie in the grass with you and listen to your childish stories with all their fantasy. The grass tickled his neck, the smell of peaches was in the air and cicadas chirped as the setting sun turned the sky into a sea of flames. It bathed everything in warm orange shades. It was evenings like these that Cas wished you would never grow up. ...that you would never know the pain and suffering that reigned in this world. The little healthy bubble you lived in was all you needed. What Cas needed...

When you were eleven years old, this whole bubble burst abruptly. It was in the middle of the night when the demon surprised your parents and you. Cas was less and less present, because God focused his tasks more and more on heaven with every year that you got older. Still he should have been there. For when your guardian angel arrived, your parents were already dead and you lay bleeding to death in the bed in your room.

You lay on the bed with eyes wide open. Not a sound escaped your throat, just a gurgling. You could not move and the pain shot through your body. One of your hands, which he had held just before, was pressed against one of the numerous wounds in your chest. Blood gushed out of it endlessly, staining the blossom-white sheet in an ominous red. Your hand was sticky from your own blood and your breath was shallow. You had heard the screams of your parents before it came up. To you.

"Cassy" left your throat with a rattle, as your bloodstained hand tremblingly reached out for him and silent tears ran down your cheeks. The salt burned in your wounds.

Cas was frantic at the sight of you, but he did not let it show when he tried to calm you down. Only the shaking of his hands betrayed him. He had failed. He failed you. And he knew it. If he had come any later, you would have been dead. All night he healed your wounds and sat by your side as you fell asleep from exhaustion. Again and again the angel brushed the sweaty hair from your forehead and held your hand while he sat by your bed. His thoughts raced and he knew that this had not been a human being. And whatever it had been, it wanted you. Your parents had been just a hurdle to overcome.

When you woke up the next morning, your aunt was sitting by your bed, crying. Castiel had called and hung up several times during the night until she finally got into the car to find out what was going on. Your parents' bodies were the first to greet her. They said you were very lucky in your misfortune. Whoever killed your parents hadn't touched you. Yes, you must have had a guardian angel, they said.

At the same time, Cas was told that they had taken him off his post. Y/N would no longer be in his jurisdiction. He should say good-bye. Cas was not one to beg, but he did, despite knowing he had failed.

The moment of farewell came when you had to say goodbye to your parents. As they were lowered into the musky earth, you sat on a swing with a Forget-me-not in your hand, watching the spectacle of the funeral from afar.

You felt your angel even before you heard the rustling of feathers. With the tips of your shoes you drew strange patterns in the sand at your feet, while the swing swayed back and forth in the wind. For a while he sat silently on the swing next to you, unable to put his feelings into words. He swayed slightly back and forth, but his feet remained firmly on the ground. The trench coat fluttered in the cool wind of approaching autumn.

You already knew it. You were a smart child, Castiel would have expected nothing less from you. "I will not see you again." It wasn't a question, so Castiel didn't answer. 

Tears ran down your cheeks and Castiel would have loved to take you in his arms, but he couldn't. He didn't know if he could still be strong. He had to be strong for both of you. "Don't forget me, Castiel," You whispered so the angel hardly noticed. "Never," Cas replied, and the wind carried his words to the sky. It was a promise. You took his hand and you put the little blue flower in your hand into his. Then you clasped his fingers around it. He knew what it meant. His heart broke just a little more. "I'll miss you," You muttered. Castiel smiled sadly, looking up at the blue sky. "I'll always be up there somewhere above the clouds watching over you. If you miss me, just look up at the sky." Those were his last words to you. After that he disappeared and you couldn't feel him anymore either. Your connection was cut off. Your angel had left you forever this time.

It was a lie. He wouldn't be able to find you anymore...

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I'm going to ask for some Pink if you're okay with this hahah I would like you to use any of these - 20, 61, 69, 91

YAYYYY I LOVE MY BABY PINK <3,£<,3,£<£33jkeradjlks i’m gonna post 69 and 91 on a separate post!!!!!!

20: 

“That can’t be the only reason you’re still here. Are you finally going to admit you like me?”

Pink looks at you with that familiar expression of ‘I can’t handle people showing their emotions near me’. “W– uh… admit what, what was that?” he asks, scratching his head. He always does this. You’ll try to get him to talk about his feelings and he just plays dumb.

“Why won’t you just tell me how you feel, for Chrissake?” you cry, feeling yourself get more and more agitated; more and more tired of hearing the same old shit from him. Before he can even begin to respond, you stick your hand up, gesturing for him to just be quiet.

“Don’t fight, you guys.”

“Shit!” Pink swats Brown in the forehead a few times. For a moment, you had both forgotten he was even in the car with you.

“Ow! What the hell, man?” he protests, shielding himself. He had been leaning forward with his head between the two front seats. “I was just tryin’ to–”

“Keep out of it, asshole!”

That’s it. By now, you’ve had enough. A full day of bickering, and the guys throwing insults at each other was normal, but today you’re not in the mood. Without uttering a word, you swerve the car to the left, driving into a nearby field. “What the fuck was that for?” Pink splutters defensively.

Fighting the urge to slam your foot on the brakes, you slowly bring the car to a halt. You close your eyes for a moment, collecting yourself. “Pink, get out of the car. Brown, you stay here. I need to talk to this stupid motherfucker alone, ‘cause I’m really not in the fucking mood for all of these stupid arguments.”

Pink’s expression shifts to a softer one, though admittedly he looked a bit scared of you. It’s not often that you bark orders. Doing as you say, he gets out of the car and you do the same, gesturing for him to walk away from the vehicle with you. “Wh–”

“What’s your deal?” you demand, looking up at him.

He can’t help but think you still look beautiful even though you’re angry with him– the way the sunlight reflects off of your eyes… and that’s just one of the many distractions to him. “What do you mean?”

“Stop playing dumb, Steve,” you sigh, feeling tears well up. “You’ve been saying for months that you’re gonna quit working with me & the guys, but you’re still here. We both know why.”

He gulps. Pink sees you holding back tears, and he wants to do something, something to comfort you, he’s desperate but he just can’t bring himself to, and he hates himself for it. “Do we?”

“Why the fuck are you so scared to– to just tell me how you feel?”

“Because– because I,” he stutters, turning to see if Brown’s watching from the car (he’s got his palm directly in front of his eye, squinting at it for God knows what reason). “If I admit to you how much I feel for you, you might leave, you might reject me, you might– Christ, I don’t know, (Y/N)!”

“I’m not gonna reject you, for God’s sake,” you sigh, looking down.

“You might.”

“Well, you might reject me but I’m not being a pussy, Mr. Pussy.”

He manages a hint of a smile at that. Sighing, he takes your hand, fumbling with it in his own. “I’m scared of bein’ that vulnerable to someone. I already told you my damn name, that’s just– it’s preposterous, I mean I’m s’posed to be a fuckin’ professional. So it’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s that I’m scared’a fucking things up. I– I really do think the world of you.”

Hearing him spill out the words alone to you without so much as a breath is enough reassurance for you to know he’s telling the truth. He brings your hand up and kisses it softly, closing his eyes as he does so. “Can– can we get dinner tonight?” he asks, his hand trembling a little as he waits for your answer.

You smile. “Please.”

With that, you pull Pink into a big hug, squishing your face against his chest. Meanwhile, Brown’s watching from the car– he’s lost interest in whatever the fuck he was trying to achieve earlier. “Aww,” he mumbles to himself, watching the two of you hug. Maybe swerving off of the road and nearly giving him a heart attack was worth it. 

61: 

“Is that blood?” 

“…..No?”

“Oh, alright, what is it then? Fuckin’ maple syrup?” Pink scoffs, yanking off his jacket and wrapping it around your arm. “How the fuck’d you manage to do that, baby?” he continues, tying it tight. Working in what’s essentially the mafia, this sort of thing was unavoidable.

“I’m not saying.”

He blinks at you, frowning slightly. “Why not?”

“You’ll laugh at me.”

“I promise I won’t. Pinky promise,” he says, giving you puppy eyes– that had been an inside joke since the first day you met. The first day you got assigned your aliases. Y’know, pinky promise? Mr. Pink? You get the gist.

You sit yourself upright against the warehouse wall (with his help). “Well, I was running from the cops and like, obviously there were, y’know, pedestrians. And one of them had this fucking golden retriever and, oh, baby, you should’a seen the thing, he was gorgeous!” you sigh, thinking back to it.

“And…?”

“Well, I managed to lose ‘em, ‘cause I’m basically The Flash,” you continue, sharing a witty smile with him, “and I took a few shortcuts. Made it here in a couple’a minutes and it was all fine and dandy, but I remembered the dog and tripped over that chair leg.” You point at the culprit, which is now lying on its side from where it had clattered over when it had met your ankle. Pink looks across as the overturned chair and shakes his head, smiling slightly at your clumsiness.

“I’m not done yet,” you say. “I don’t know who the fuck’s to blame, but there’s all broken glass scattered every-fucking-where, so when I fell it cut up my damn arm.”

“Oh, baby,” he hums, cradling you and rubbing your shoulder. True, Pink may not be the best at knowing how to comfort, but with you he’s a lot more relaxed (plus the number of times you’ve had a slight breakdown in front of him and given him pointers had really helped). “Eddie’s on his way with some medical asshole, don’t worry. You’ll be okay, they’ll sort ya out, hm?”

“I’m fine, you don’t need to baby me,” you giggle, though both of you know how much you love the fuss. He presses a reassuring kiss to your forehead, his facial hair brushing over it. You always like the way that feels– it’s comforting to you.

“Oh!” he gasps, suddenly remembering something. With a look of complete concentration on his face, Pink fumbles around in his pants pocket for something and whips out some chocolate. “You want a candy bar?”

“Why the fuck do you have that?”

“Just in case, baby. I’m a fuckin’ professional.”

[survivorraccooncity2]

Episode 9: "Literally I don’t even know what options I have anymore." ~Els

LINKS:

Twist: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/survivorraccooncity2/687709153249181696?source=share

Challenge: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/survivorraccooncity2/687709378332213248?source=share

Results: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/survivorraccooncity2/687803337007153152?source=share

Tribal Council: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/survivorraccooncity2/687889265945870336?source=share

~

CONFESSIONALS:

DJ

How? How did Julia and Clefford have so much chemistry in between them? Are they in an alliance from the beginning? That is so Sus! 

MJ and are having fun talking to each other. Let's see if we can agree on who to vote now. 

MJ

Omg! Result just came out and Julia won immunity again 😭 this isn’t a good news! It only means two things. Either Els or DJ goes. I and DJ are “Spousenemies” and I’m not ready to end my show with him. I know it’s gonna come to an end sooner or later but I don’t want him going now 😭 I hate the fact that I have to really try to subtly make them vote Els. That’s not even good for my game 😣 I just want DJ around me, that’s all! I’m so easy to come up with strategies in this hand but now that is down to my “Number one non-ally best friend”, my brain seems empty 😭😹 But this is the plan so far. I go on the lmao group to say (it’s either Els or DJ) I go further to say I want Els Then I go ahead to say, I won’t decide but wait for the two quiet people (Ava & Adeline) to decide. Overtime in the majority alliance, Ava & Adeline has proven to always go with what we say. So I only hope they do this time around. O already stated Els to them. Adeline will most likely say, okay Els then. Maybe Ava too, hopefully! That’s REVERSE PSYCHOLOGY. I feel I’m doing too much for the DJ that betrayed me 😒 So if my reverse psychology works for Adeline and Ava, I still have the two MAJOR & stubborn people to go 😂😂😂😂 my first class alliance 😁😍 The love I have for both of them are out of this world. My two other Ally’s , have proven to be strategically stubborn overtime 😜 they analyze the simplest move and that’s why we are stuck together 💖 so I’m pretty sure they wont just nod to my ELS suggestion. If they both agree to Els, trust me, DJ is safe . But if they don’t, then it’s a bye bye for my DJ ☹️💚 So right now, I’ll only cross my fingers and push very “soft” for Els. Pushing hard might be sneaky. And I don’t wanna appear sneaky, not even to my strongest Alliance (Zuki & Clefford) You may want to ask me: MJ, will you save DJ and forfeit your alliance with Zuki & Clefford? Or loose DJ & keep your alliance with Zuki & Clefford? Ofcourse, my alliance with Z & C is the bedrock of my success journey to top 3! I ain’t trading that for nothing! But also, my friendship with DJ gives me the right dose of vibes and energy I need to get far in the game. I need them both 😂 When next I come here, it’s either a goodbye DJ or yayyyy we made it again! Till then, Fingers can only be crossed.

Zukiswa

🤣🤣🤣🤣 You guys want us gone!! Pairing us with other people is bordering on being genius! Am I the only one watching how great Julia's game is!!! I'm in awe!! Anyhow, my day one alliance is solid. We proved that when I was afraid that it made sense to vote me out and I gave my advantage to Clefford. I did that because I thought it was either me or MJ so I didn't want the challange to go to waste if I was voted out. I wasn't and Clefford gave it back. We've kept our word since day 1 but it's not like we are without issues. MJ gets a type of way if she doesn't get her way. I've learnt how to talk her out of or into things but I think she's not happy with the DJ vote. DJ does nothing for my game, I'm not keeping him and I think I can use Else later on. She can use me for now also to stay alive. But at the end of the day Els bites. She's bitten twice before. Uuuhhh what am I going to do?

Clefford

I feel like I say more on VL than in my confessional. Hahaha! If you're reading this and get nothing from me, then you should be on VL. Hahaha! Kidding. The only thing that I realized in this round, Julia is hard to work with. Period. 

DJ

MJ tells me that I'm going tonight. It feels shitty but I'll be fine. This game has me stressed AF. I need a full night's sleep tbh Tribals and everything happens at 3.30am ffs 😭

Ariel

Fucking hate my employer right now. Fucking insensitive. I feel like dying, I have been working for 36 hours straight. Fuck this life. The majority decided to vote out DJ, I have no energy to object. Sorry I feel like my head is exploding. Bye. 

Ava

https://youtu.be/BxrbgTr8IZc

Dom

This round has gone better than what I thought. Almost too well. I'm not sure who I can trust and can't trust in this game. But I'm definitely making moves to get myself to final 4.

Els

Literally I don’t even know what options I have anymore, I now have to vote out the only person who’s voted with me

Julia

I confess – I can’t believe I won a 2nd challenge! Truth be told, I said in my application to this game that I will get as close to winning between #1-5. Braggadocio people. Pure chutzpah. But here I am – well there are 10 of us left. And I can’t be voted out tonight, so I made it to final 9!!! That’s worthy of a beer, right now… but I have to wait and celebrate when I get home from physical therapy. Don’t wanna go high to physical therapy you know… I enjoyed working with Clefford from the Phillipines on the Got It challenge. One of the things I liked about that challenge is that we had to look into each other’s eyes. We had to align our thoughts, touch spirits. It was weird and wonderful. After we finished he showed me around his grandmothers house, the sidewalk and streets outside. His niece kept trying to peek into the camera! Adorable. I then took him on a tour of the inside of my house! The towering boxes piling up in my workspace; my world, my life contained in brown boxes with various colored tapes and scribblings. A friend asked me during our weekly call, why do I choose to play this game with its ups and downs, its angst causing dynamics and how it has sucked up any extra space in my already tight schedule. She asked why don’t I do something more relaxing; more healing and beneficial to my spirit, that would help with this housing transition…. How can I tell her how playing and visiting with Clefford made me feel. I may never get to the Phillips, but I was there through his eyes. He wasn’t just some rando guy over there. He was a member of SRC Spring 2022… I develop genuine liking for people so easily. As I said to Zukiswa who I’ve been chatting with, it IS my Achilles heel. How can I vote people off when they’ve become humanized to me; personal. The truth is, I can’t…. until they hurt me in some way. How can I explain how much more I’ve learned about myself playing this game? For God’s sake, I’m 671!!! And still learning who I am. How can I explain liking people – like Ariel who I asked if I could call ‘Ari’ to help me respect his gender identity. How can I tell her how I like Zuki just for being there; for being open; for her inner spirit. The other day while leaving the senior development where I live, I stopped to chat with a woman. Her first words were, “I’m sooo lonely.” Playing SRC fills a critical space for me. I’ve never done this, but I feel so alive! It has shook me - this game has been challenging on so many levels. As we get older, many settle into familiar patterns. Like crossword puzzles, Bingo and Singo, Find the Word puzzles.… Geriatric shit… I’m sorry to the seniors out there who are comfortable with that. I needed SRC at this time and I didn’t even know it… its digital sunshine… I couldn’t react to our win last night until late. But then I couldn’t reach Clifford. Then I panicked because we would lose our vote and couldn’t distribute coins! I couldn’t imagine a worse outcome after winning. After 3 calls I decided to ‘let the chips fall where they may.” I did my best. But fortunately, he was there this morning and we completed our tasks together. Turns out, there was a 7 person alliance as I suspected. I do not know if whom I thought was the mole person was in fact a mole. But I had to take the facts of my experience with this person and follow my instincts. I So now, I gather some people are pissed. I know they wanted to vote me and perhaps Clefford, out tonight. Now, they cant and they have to regroup – go after someone else. My winning partner, bless his little heart, suggested I give the coins to him. When I corrected him saying I can’t do that, he said he meant, to let him distribute to his team to show my loyalty to them. Aaaahh they didn’t exactly invite me in, so I have nothing to prove and seeing how the game has been going, I knew, giving them all the coins would tip the power balance even further. I had to laugh, tell him I loved him, but NO! So I proposed an alternative – that we give everyone 1 coin, even the person(s) who iced me out, and then he and I would each give an extra 1 to someone of our choice. So that’s what we did. I know I’m playing by my own set of rules. I know that after I bask in tonights feeling of light and weightlessness, tomorrows another day, another grind, another challenge. So I gave my extra coin to Zukiswa and he gave his to MJ. Zukiswa has a good heart I find. This felt right to me. We also had to vote the same way, which would only count as 1 vote but if we didn’t we would simply lose that vote. I said to Clefford, I give to you and your alliance the privilege of telling me who they’d like to vote for and I will support that. It turns out that the person I thought was a mole was also on their hit list. I agreed. It was easier than a direct hit, but I still felt a sadness. She had been my second alliance and I had promised her and my first alliance I would ride to the end and would support their every vote until it came down to the 3 of us then I would go. It didn’t go the way I had planned, but its kinda ironic, it went the way it had to. Someone said I was ‘a beast.’ Perhaps, but my only weapons are love and truth. I told Jinx she was a beast to play with. She didn’t appreciate it. But to me, it’s a badge of honor. So perhaps I am a 67 year old virgin org player beast! I’ll take it.

Adeline

Hopefully everything goes to plan to vote DJ out instead of Els this round. I don’t want my bestie going home 

~

NOTES:

Zukiswa pushes to MJ and Clefford that they should turn on the majority alliance because she feels that they are running too close to getting turned on. She wants to turn on them before they can turn on her

Clefford pushes to stick with the majority because his plans involve keeping the majority, taking out MJ at F5, and taking out Zuki at F4. He is struggling to keep an iron fist on his alliance.

Despite wanting to throw the challenge, Clifford does really well

Clefford pushes for the alliance to go after DJ, but MJ still thinks they should go after Julia. The alliance is divided on who to target

Adeline and Ava chose to go after DJ, making MJ sad but willing to keep DJ gone. MJ will try to convince DJ to vote Els so they have one vote on Els in case of an idol.

Clifford tries to persuade Julia to let him distribute all the coins. Julia refuses. They come to a compromise to give 1 coin to each person and an extra one to Zukiswa.

Julia gave permission to Els and DJ to vote for her at next tribal council.

Els is frustrated that DJ still wants to work with MJ despite MJ having screwed them over plenty of times in the past. Now, Els is willing to vote for DJ.

MJ starts to plan ahead with Clefford and Zukiswa to leave out Ava/Adeline of next vote so that they can form a new 5-person majority with Dom and Ariel

~

EDGIC:

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POWER RANKINGS:

[shininglikefireworks03]

My 5 year old niece Annabelle on watching LWYMMD vid for the first time ... ENJOY!!

*music starts to play*

Annabelle: .... oh I really like this song put it higher .....

...

*she sees zombie taylor*

OMG wait wait. Nat turn it off it's a scary movie what's happening ? Stop ....

Me: keep watching it's not scary the whole time !

*half covered eyes half uncovered*

Annabelle: it's not scary anymore SHES REALLY PRETTY NOW!

*snakes surround taylor*

Annabelle: Nat why is she not scared of all those snakes ? *confused look*

Me: those snakes are nice to her !

Annabelle: have you ever been to a Taylor swift concert ?

Me: yes I have let me show you !

*show her my concert videos*

Annabelle: WOW I want to go to a concert too please please can we go ?

Me: maybe we can go together someday ❤️

Annabelle: when we go to the concert can you call Taylor swift and tell her if she can play this song *LWYMMD* ?

Me: *teary eyed* im sorry baby I don't have her phone number /: I've never met her before ...

Annabelle: but you went to see her I thought she was your friend ?

Me: maybe someday we can meet her together and we can all be friends 😊

Annabelle: YAYYYY that would be AWESOME 😁💕

@taylorswift @taylornation <3 <3 (:

[marauders70s]

1556

You got it @6amwritings​. And since you didn’t ask for a drabble - YOU GET ONE ANYWAY YAYYYY and because no one has asked for the less well explored relationships you get Lily + Remus (as friends!) and booklovers <3

1976 - Fifth Year - On Prefect Rounds

“I always feel slightly guilty,” sighed Remus, as Lily sent a stinging hex behind the bookshelves on the second floor of the library. The Hogwarts Library was three stories and open from the ground floor. It was filled with more books than perhaps anywhere in Britain, but only the first and second floors had seating, the second floor by balcony only overlooking the long rows and wings of the cathedral-like expanse. 

“About what?” Lily asked, grinning smugly as a couple sheepishly emerged from behind the stacks, yelping as they straightened their clothes, not looking at Lily or Remus as they hurried by.

“Stupid fifth years,” muttered the sixth year boy, glaring balefully behind him. “The older prefects don’t care.”

“I could still give you detention!” Lily threatened, and scowling, he walked off, putting his blue tie back on as he went.

“I feel guilty about interrupting,” Remus said as he and Lily resumed walking around the second floor. 

“Why? They have bedrooms,” scowled Lily, scanning shadowy corners for more trysting couples.

“With roommates,” Remus pointed out gently. “It’s this or empty classrooms. I don’t know where else people go.”

“When it’s warm they usually use the boathouse,” Lily said absently, not quite listening. “But now that it’s winter that and behind the greenhouses aren’t available. Makes people a little less cautious - “ she broke off as another, younger, couple broke guiltily apart. They had only been snogging behind the statue of Ptolemy Soter, holding a bundle of crumbling scrolls in his arms as he fled the burning of the library at Alexandria. 

“Bed,” Lily said firmly, not hearing explanations.

Gratefully this time, the two fourth years scurried away, only linking hands when they had started down the nearest stairs to recover their things.

“I mean, I know about the prefect bathroom,” Remus said casually, trying not to look like the complete innocent virgin that he was. He cleared his throat roughly. He hadn’t even kissed anyone. Ever. It didn’t help that he watched Sirius put his tongue down half the girls in their grade - he quashed the thought as Lily laughed.

“It’s much worse walking in on someone you know,” she agreed. “Or at the very least hearing them in the tub area. “But everybody’s creative. The broomcloset down by the Great Hall? Apparently good for a quick shag.”

Remus made a face. “That place? I can barely stand up in there.”

“Well of course you can’t,” teased Lily. “Being so tall and righteous.”

“I’m not,” mumbled Remus, feeling his face tighten with embarrassment. Lily only laid a hand on his arm, pulling him toward the large round stained glass window where several high wingback chairs stood. 

“When I don’t want a fireplace,” Lily said, squaring Remus properly so he could see the dying light peering through the dark thick colors, “I like to sit up here.”

Remus nodded. “I usually work better with a table, but here it’s beautiful.”

“When I didn’t have a lot of friends…you know…in the early years, Sev and I would come up here and talk for hours,” Lily trailed off wistfully, not glancing at Remus.

“He’s spending a lot of time with his new friends,” he guessed.

“They’re not his friends,” scowled Lily. “They’re his ex-bullies. I don’t know why he bothers to-” she took a huge breath and shook her head. “Anyway. I loved this window. It paints the pages you’re reading different colors.”

Remus had a sudden idea. “You’ve been trying to catch up on wizarding literature, right?” 

“Yeah,” Lily laughed, allowing Remus to pull her farther into the wing so they could look at the other shelves and tables full of suddenly productive students. “I’m really behind on fairytales and children’s stories, so I haven’t even gotten to much of the older stuff yet. Mostly the mysteries where you learn spells and pick your adventures. I like those. I wonder how many variations there are, but I can never keep them long enough to see if the words will reprint themselves just one more time. I just want to be able to speak the culture, you know?”

Remus nodded. “There’s a genre I think you’ll like. It’s up here.” He didn’t realize he was towing Lily by the wrist for a moment, but upon realizing it, he dropped her hand like fire. 

She only laughed. 

“It’s…��� Remus was scanning the shelves. He remembered some of these books from when he was younger. “Here.” He had found the one he had especially wanted to show her. 

“The Familiar Adventures of an Unfamiliar,” Lily read, turning over the cover in her hands. It had long lost its dust jacket. “What is this about?”

“You read it from the perspective of a cat. A witch’s familiar, you know,” Remus fumbled to make the story as magical as it had felt to him, but it only sounded silly now. “And his adventures.”

“Huh,” Lily said, and he could tell she was trying to be polite.

“No, you’ll love it, I promise. Open it to the first page.”

Lily smiled at him. “Okay,” she promised, hugging it to her chest. “I promise to check it out.”

“No, look, open it now.” Remus was tugging the book from her fingers, flipping it to the familiar chapter 1, the page already beginning to gloss before his eyes with a bright light. He quickly stood behind Lily, lowering the book so her eyes were caught up in the glow. When she gasped, he let the book drop into her stunned and open hands, then stepped back.

Lily was turning her face side to side, pushing it and pulling it from the paper. “Remus,” she said, her voice high and excited, just the way he had hoped it would be. It meant she was a child again, experiencing it for the first time as he had. “Remus, I’m the cat! Look. I can see my paws as I walk forward!” She pushed her head toward the book again. “I can smell the grass! The sky! I can…there she is! Oh.” 

Remus knew which part she had gotten to in the first paragraph, when the familiar trotted over the lawn and into the potions kitchen where his mistress stood. That swell of love and pride and protectiveness. 

“This book has feelings,” Lily’s voice was trembling. She wrenched her gaze from the paper, and the glow of the spell faded. She blinked bright green eyes at him. “How is that possible?”

Remus gave a crooked little smile. “All books have feelings,” he replied. “You just have to be in the right mood to find them.”

Lily closed the book reverently, this time actually pressing it to her chest like a great treasure. “Are all wizarding books like this?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

Remus shook his head. “No, it’s a special type called Interactive Idiometric Glamors, or IIG for short. They mostly make them for young witches and wizards to keep them quiet during traveling or evenings. It’s more similar to television than most things.”

“Better than television,” Lily breathed, stepping back from the bookshelf and glancing at the hundreds of books that stretched before her. “It’s these, right? The ones with the little IIGs on their spines.”

“Yes, they have to label them now,” Remus said, smiling slightly. “In the 1890s people kept reading them at train stations and forgetting their trains or getting off at the wrong station or not watching the time. The country nearly shut down because people wouldn’t walk on the sidewalks or come to work.”

“I can see why,” Lily mumbled, distracted. She was crouching, scanning the titles eagerly, looking for another story. 

“I read a lot of these as a child,” Remus said lightly. He wasn’t about to explain to Lily about being so ill growing up he could hardly get out of bed without excruciating pain. Leaving his body for a glamor where he could be whatever he wanted - young and healthy, old and wise, a cat, a frog, an owl, - it was the ideal his parents had been eager to provide. He always remembered the glow fading at the end of the last page, blinking back into his small brick bedroom, shivering despite the blankets, wishing almost that he could turn back to page one and escape his life even longer. 

“I want to read them all,” Lily said. She turned up an eager, childlike face towards Remus from the floor. “Can you recommend some?”

“Of course,” he said as he bent to catch her elbow. “But maybe when we aren’t on duty.”

Lily sprang up, her face crashing into guilt and remorse. “I forgot! Oh damn! We haven’t nearly finished the library yet!”

“It’s okay,” Remus said, guiding her to the nearest door to the second floor. “Some of them will get away this time.”

The book in Lily’s arms glimmered gold along the Hogwarts library seal and returned to normal after they were out of the double doors. Inside the book, the two week return date had magically appeared on the check-out card with Lily’s name printed neatly beside it. 

“Oh I wish I could run upstairs now,” Lily moaned. She grinned up at Remus however, stuffing the book in her bag. “I haven’t been so excited to read anything since I was a little girl discovering The Secret Garden. Have you read it? It’s my favorite muggle book.”

“No, I haven’t,” Remus said, surprised. He had read quite a lot, on account of his upbringing.

“Oh you’ll love it,” Lily enthused. “It’s a metaphor, you know? The garden - the secret one you know? It’s a metaphor of locking up tragedy and sadness and then letting yourself come back to life through healing and childhood magic and-” she stopped quickly, her cheekbones burning red. “Sorry.”

Remus was looking down at her in amusement. “What? No! Don’t be sorry. The others don’t read much.”

The Others needed no definition. 

“I love to read,” enthused Lily. “Or at least…I did. But then I came here…and reading made me too homesick.” 

Remus pretended not to notice the welling in Lily’s eyes as she looked at her shoes. She quickly pulled out her wand and sent a well-timed stinging hex into the curtains down the hall. Two girls sped out of it, giggling. 

“Do you have it with you?”

“What?”

“The Secret Garden?”

“Oh…actually, yes. It was the one I read when…” she trailed off again, not looking Remus in the face, but somewhere behind one shoulder as they automatically swung up a staircase for the third floor. 

“Want to swap?” Remus said. “I’ll read yours if you read mine.”

Lily’s face broke into a huge smile; looking into her glittering eyes was the sun after a stormcloud. Remus had to smile back.

“Deal,” she enthused. “Come on, if we can round our way back up to the Seventh Floor before midnight, I’ll run up and get you my copy.”

“I may not have it read by the morning,” Remus said in alarm.

“It’s not quite as engrossing as a glamor,” Lily agreed.”But I’ll have to work hard not to stay up all night or I’ll be dead for Herbology.”

“Well we can talk about books any time,” Remus said quickly. “I never get to talk about them.”

“Neither do I,” said Lily ruefully. “Sev isn’t…and the others, Marlene and Mary and Alice and them…well they don’t like reading how I like reading. The first time I saw the library here I think I cried.”

“I was in that Study Hall,” Remus teased. “You did not.”

“Well I felt like it,” said Lily stubbornly. She glanced sidelong at Remus. “Book Club?” she offered shyly.

“What?”

“Where we both read books each other has read, then have tea and talk about them.”

Remus could not have imagined a more perfect afternoon if he tried. He smiled back. “Deal,” he said, and sent the stinging swat behind a statue of the trickster Morgana. 

“Oi!” Sirius said, emerging from behind it. “Watch your aim, Remus, you nearly took my eye out!”

[chaoticaddict]

So I was soldiering my way through the Jurassic Park movies to get to World, and I liveblogged the entirety of 3 to my friend Ian.  Join my insanity.

Danni:  i’m going to try and make it through jurassic park 3 in my half delusional haze, wish me luck

Ian: Alright! Have fun! 

Danni: wait so after all the shit in 1 about not having kids the two didn't hook up are you serious?

Ian: Yep, I guess something between them couldn't get worked out. *shrug*

Danni: WHY DIDN’T SHE HOOK UP WITH GOLDBLUM

THEY HAD CHEMISTRY

Ian: I think Ellie was more amused by Ian than attracted to him.

Danni: “no force on earth or heaven could get me on that island” 

have fun going on that island

Ian:"Alan Grant Returns to the Island" 

 It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Danni: pffff

oh this contrived romance in archaeology, hot?

jfc“let’s use the toothbrush” is not something i should ever go “oh boy here’s the forced romance scene” and not only that, but be correct about

don’t say you want to go to the jesus fuck

you should see the face i’m making

Ian: LMAO

Danni: “we want to go somewhere special for our honeymoon"“endangering our lives sounds fun"

THERE WERE PTERODACTLYS

I KNOW I SPELLED IT WRONG BUT I DON’T CARE

THIS SHIT IS SO STUPID

oh of course the money

grant your greed is what got you into this in the first place you fucking moron

can we please go back to malcolm

he was smart

he was so fucking smart

“an hour and a half, not too bad” i told myself

“how do you know the kirbys” “through my church” yeah you look like a churchgoing fellow

HAHAHAH WHAT WAS THAT SHIT

NO NO GO BACK TO THE TALKING RAPTOR

HOLY FUCK

I CAN’T EVEN FOCUS ON THIS GREENSCREEN I’M JUST LAUGHING TOO FUCKING HARD

Ian: The Kirby's are like your dim-witted next-door neighbors you can't help but love.

Danni: THE TALKING

RAPTOR

TALKING RAPTOR

Ian:"ALAN!" LOL

Totally forgot about that part.

Danni: HOW COULD YOU FORGET THAT

THAT RIGHT THERE IS THE BEST PART OF THE MOVIE

oh god let everyone get eaten

there’s one down

you’re all stupid

Ian: You even want Grant to die?

Danni: this is the kind of stupid shit i expected from 2

GRANT WAS SO BORING

HE DIDN’T EVEN LEARN FROM HIS MISTAKES

MALCOLM WAS SMART ENOUGH TO SAY “FUCK THIS” TO EVERYTHING

Ian: So true.

Danni: but seriously what is this cgi

what is this dinosaur doing, hugging his food

yeah you can outrun that thing sure

is this movie TRYING to be a comedy

Ian: Kind of. It's not meant to be taken as seriously as the others.

Danni: i want a “wah wah” button for this movie

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sC75aU47GRk

this

i want a button with this

i’m going to sad trombone the fuck out of this movie

Ian: Keep that button handy.

Danni: oh trust me i just hit it again

“maybe we should split up” are you shitting me

Ian: Which was better? Alan's dream or this? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1aRB_ETfJk

Danni: Grant’s dream hands down

a talking fucking raptor

SAD TROMBONE

he took the eggs

he took the fucking eggs

grant you idiot

Ian: Tsk tsk tsk.

Danni: THERE’S NO WAY HE DIDN'THE TOOK THE EGGS

the phone is not going to work

WHY WOULD YOU EVEN THINK THE PHONE WOULD WORK

THERE’S SHIT GROWING ON IT

that raptor is alive

that’s not a display

that’s

SAD TROMBONE

OH MY GOD I WAS JOKING IN THE LAST MOVIE WHEN I SAID THEY LEARNED TO CLIMB

EVEN MY CAT IS LOOKING AT ME LIKE “MOM THE FUCK IS THIS"

Ian: Super raptors!

Danni: i mean okay this is actually a somewhat intelligent move

if you go into a stampede raptors aren’t going to want to follow

oh hey that’s number 3

they don’t waste time in just murdering everyone

Ian: Sad trombone.

Danni: “i’m sure he’s just lying on the ground for fun"

WHY ARE YOU SURPRISED THE RAPTORS SET A TRAP, YOU’RE THE ASSISTANT TO THE MAN WHO JUST CLAIMED EARLIER THAT RAPTORS WOULD HAVE BEEN DOMINANT SPECIES

ANOTHER SAD TROMBONE

oh no… raptors.. don’t like smoke????

jumanji child to the rescue

Bisco just sent me thishttp://www.hollywoodreporter.com/heat-vision/jeff-goldblum-joins-jurassic-world-sequel-997569Jeff Goldblum Joins 'Jurassic World' Sequel (Exclusive)Chris Pratt and Bryce Dallas Howard are returning for the follow-up, which will be directed by J.A. Bayona.hollywoodreporter.com

Ian: Perfect Jumanji reference.

Danni: oh good you mention malcolm in this movie just to shit on him when he's the ONLY REASONABLE CHARACTER FUCK YOU MOVIE

I’M GLAD THIS MOVIE IS ABOUT A DIVORCED COUPLE REALIZING THEY STILL LOVE EACH OTHER, I THOUGHT THIS WAS ABOUT DINOSAURS

“i’m the assistant and i’m suddenly the villain"i’m going to just make a dubstep remix of sad trombone and put it over this entire movie

Ian: Why do I get the feeling Malcolm is coming back purely because the fans demanded it?

Danni: I’M OKAY WITH THAT TBH

it cannot possibly be worse than what i’m watching right now

Ian: Goldblum: "Fine, I'll do another one! Now shut up already!"

Danni: more like “Ah ah ah alright"

A L L  H A I L

Ian: Seriously though, he's probably excited. I get the impression he's fond of those films.

Danni: considering he quoted them in independence day reliving his glory days i would say yes XD

the cell phone in the stomach

the dinosaur is like “buddy can you help me here"

“shit’s annoying i don’t want phone bills"

YEAH JUST INSIST ON GETTING THE BAG BACK

OH WHAT DO YOU KNOW, HE TOOK THE RAPTOR EGGS

IT WAS OBVIOUS AS SHIT

THIS MOVIE IS AS SUBTLE AS A BRICK TO THE FACE

Ian: He took the fucking eggs.

Danni: OF COURSE HE DID

BECAUSE WE NEED SOMETHING POOR AND CONTRIVED TO DRIVE THIS CONSIDERING ALL OF THE CHARACTERS ARE FLATTER THAN A PIECE OF PAPER

grant COULD have something to him

that’s what frustrates me

but like nope he gotta be dumb and do it for the money

he can’t be like malcolm and be like FUCK EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS and the only reason he went back is to rescue someone he cares about OH LOOK BILLY’S LEAVING EITHER TO TRY AND REDEEM HIMSELF OR BE A DICK, EITHER ONE

MAYBE BOTH

Ian: And Grant isn't even getting money. HA!

Danni: and still finds the time to shit on malcolm

likeeee a prick

okay grant kick the pterodactyl i’m sure it loves that

i’m sure it lOVES that

you fucking maroon

Ian: I know he and Malcolm had different personalities and had an awkward relationship, but I always wondered what Grant had against him. Malcolm stuck up for all the victims while the suits covered everything up.

Danni: exactly

and grant calls him preachy and stuck up even now

you think they would’ve bonded over that shit

DID THE PTERODACTYL JUST LOOK AT US, THE VIEWERS

LIKE “IT’S A LIVING"

“MURDERING PEOPLE"

ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME FEEL SYMPATHY FOR THIS RAPTOR EGG STEALING FUCK

NO, HE DESERVED IT, HE WAS JUST LIKE JOHN HAMMOND, YOU WEREN’T WRONG

DON’T ACT LIKE YOU WERE

THAT WAS HIS DIMENSION

Ian: YES THEY ARE!

Danni: IAN I CAN FEEL MYSELF GETTING STUPIDER

omg the cell phone again

i love that this fucking thing is a fucking plot device

Ian: They went from ripples in the water to cell phone ringtones.

Danni: oh hey, it’s literally the movie, people digging in shit

Ian: OMG, so many Internet forums made that same observation.

I was waiting for you to react to that and I wasn't disappointed.

Danni: so glad you entrusted your fucking life to a child who is going to get distracted by barney

didn’t kirby say it could only make one call.  and you used it without his permission to call your old girlfriend in an emergency

you deserve to get eaten

oh and somehow she’s going to put this shit together

Ian: Barney steals the show.

Danni: HOW DID YOU SET THE WATER ON FIRE

Ian: Impressive, right?

Danni: OH GOOD, YOU KILLED THE DAD

A FUCKING PLUS, GRANT

OH NO WAIT HE’S THE LOVE INTEREST

HE’S FINE

I ACTUALLY WOULD HAVE BEEN IMPRESSED IF HE HAD DIED

IT WOUDL HAVE SHOWN SACRIFICE AND GROWTH

NOPE

GOTTA HAVE THAT WHIMSY

oh good MORE FORCED FUCKING DIALOGUE BETWEEN A DIVORCED COUPLE

Ian: Are we sure Spielberg didn't direct this one?

Danni: he did not

but.  yeah i see your point XD

the whimsy is just as forced

the raptors are back ey

you guys look like shit in this movie

Ian:The ol' *Spielberg dysfunctional family* (TM)

Danni: barking raptors

what the fuck is grant doing

what the fuck was that shit

WHAT IS THE ARMY DOING HERE

Ian: "Summon the eagles! I mean the Marines!" - Gandalf

Danni: OH SOMEHOW BILLY IS ALIVE

FUCK LITERALLY ALL OF THIS

YEAH THEY’RE LEAVING THE GODDAMN ISLAND

THIS IS THE PROBLEM I HAD AT THE END OF TWO

Ian: The pterodactyls?

Danni: MAJESTIC MUSIC PLAYING AS THEY’RE UNLEASHED UPON THE WORLD AGAIN

HOW FUCKING MAJESTIC

I AM TEN TIMES DUMBER THAN WHEN I STARTED THIS MOVIE

Ian: YAYYYY!!!

Danni: CHRIS PRATT YOUR RAPTOR PACK BETTER BE WORTH THIS

Ian: Oh come on, it was at least somewhat fun, right?

Danni: thiiiiis was awful

i feel like my iq dropped

Ian: I remember leaving the theater after my first time watching it and I remember overhearing someone say "That was good, but not enough people died in it."

Danni: PFFFFF

10/10

(but no seriously what the fuck even was this movie)

Ian: Most fans consider JP3 as the "cash-in" sequel.

Danni: i would agree

Ian: For what it's worth though, the same fans agree that Jurassic World redeems it back.

As do I.

~~~~

And then I watched Jurassic World and fucking adored the movie more than the first three.  FINALLY.

[complicatedlovestory15-blog]

DAY 1

 I just want to write about a complicated, crazy,i guess maybe love, story. It keeps on playing in my head on repeat so thought maybe penning it down might help, maybe it might stop playing in my head then...

So it was a weird fall, followed by a weirder winter, and i just couldn't wait for that winter to get over. I guess one of the loneliest winters ever. I moved to Toronto from Scarborough a year back and from Pakistan two years back. Met new people in downtown, became friends with them, started dating this guy just because i needed company but never felt attracted to him. I was 20 at that time and to be honest i never felt attracted to someone my whole life. There was never a single guy in my life that i met and i felt this uncontrollable attraction until i met him (ill tell about him soon). So i was dating this guy i met in the city for a few months, oh we were best friends for a year before that,he begged me for a year to date him, i guess he honestly just wanted a label, a tag so he can tell others, anyways i never even felt like touching him ever. The whole idea of sex and make outs kind of always made me uncomfortable. I think maybe it had to do with my culture and background.That mental block that touching a guy is a huge sin or you will get stoned to death if you do, i mean there were so many stories of honour killing around as well... scary, i know. Then again that mental block was never there when i kissed him ( will tell soon), he was the first guy i ever touched, i wish i can erase that feeling from my head forever but i cant, That’s the only feeling i know of, loving him, his touch, every other touch feels foreign, like somehow its his something that i’m allowing someone else to touch, like i’m not allowed to feel for anyone else, even if i think maybe i might, my first instinct is to run back to him. I don’t know how to feel like that again...

So that whole year was pretty okay i guess, started off with me going to my first party, and having someone around just because i didn't want to be lonely even though i had no attraction towards him, but in my defence he begged me to go out with him. The whole year was horrible, i messed up my grades and partied like crazy, and by the time i realized it was kind of late but not too late. i went back to Pakistan, spent time with my family and cleared my head. I came back broke up with that guy, i was never emotionally involved with him but losing a friend always felt weird. I’m always sad when i lose friends but that sadness is temporary, weirdly i forget and move on really easily until this time.. until him....Anyways i cut myself off from all my downtown friends and well became an introvert i guess. 

I focused on school, got my grades back and tried feeling less hollow. That hollowness never went away to be honest until i met him. I found out that the guy i broke up with was cheating on me the whole time anyways as he was sleeping with another girl. Guys are so fucked up sometimes to be honest.He wanted to be with me because he wanted a good looking girl to show off to his friends. Sometimes being decent looking is a curse as well i think, because most of the time your value is like a trophy or a decoration piece that one wants to show off, nothing more. Hence since i was never ready to get physically involved with him (or any guy) he found a solution to that. I guess i was kind of devastated a little in the beginning but as soon as i met him (main person of the story) it felt like that part of my life never even existed, like that story was never there. 

I was frustrated and bored. i moved to this disgusting little apartment for 2 months as i was looking to buy a place and that was the only thing i could find immediately for just 2 months. I was living in a den, the place reeked, literally because my roommate had cats. Anyways so it was summer and i was bored so i downloaded tinder. Did not really want to meet someone serious through that but thought of being a little adventurous and meet new people and have fun ( not that kind of fun). I had 2 or 3 matches because quite honestly tinder is the most time consuming and boring thing ever. So anyways i matched with this guy from Lahore ( same home town as me). Was okay looking (if you ask me now ahhh, that the only face i want to wake up to, apparently men learn to love the person they are attracted to, while women become more and more attracted to the person that they love, i guess thats what happened to me lol, now i can’t get over his face.), so we started chatting, he asked me to meet him a couple of times but quite at that time i didn't find him attractive enough so i kept on making excuses until finally i commit to meet him at Nando’s across from my home.My friend came over that day and i remember i told her i’m going to meet a guy at Nando’s but will be back in 15 minutes.I didn’t even notice those fifteen minutes turing into hours.Time way flying and all i wished that night was to be stuck in that moment with him forever. I guess if we both could we might want that, to be stuck in that night forever, when we both met for the first time.Before all the fights and the breakups, when we didn’t need any reason to fall in love, we just did, that moment, that very night, without even realizing just wishing for more time with each other. Even tough its been almost two years, i can still recall that moment as if it was yesterday, all the things we talked about, my cheeks flushing with excitement, it felt like he was somebody i had been waiting for my whole life, waiting to tell him the story of my life, from start to the end. I had so much to tell him but not enough time.Our stories just kind of intertwined, the past how we shared similar childhood memories ( his dad was from the same hometown as my mom) and future ambitions and so much, i feel like he never understood that i was a younger version of himself going through the same stages as him and would eventually find my path just like he did, we were mirror images of each other, he was just a few years ahead of me. I had never been that excited around a guy, that instant connection, like he was made for me... i wish that can happen again, it never did before him and i’m losing on the hope that it ever will. 

Anyways i remember i was wearing a floral blue dress that day and he was wearing a polo shirt, siting on the last window table towards the right waiting. It was such a pleasant night, the beginning of summer 2015, i walked inside the restaurant awkwardly trying to find my so called date. He had salt and pepper hair, a mix of black and white, i actually never saw that happening to be honest, me and him, that one day i will be writing about us. (This is my first time writing a diary etc as well, sometimes i wish i never fell in love and life was just the way it was, boring and simple.. ). I walked towards him and we sat down, ordered food, (he caught me taking selfie lol, i wasn’t really too worried about making a good impression), i remember i was kind of nervous as it was my first tinder date, so i ordered the easiest dish to eat on the menu, LIVER, i mean i didn’t even like liver lol, o h the unease of biting on that liver was balanced by the comfort of his company..  and then we started talking and gosh we talked, so much like i never not have stories to tell him,he was my boyfriend my friend and everything, we talked so much until we stopped finally. My friend was waiting ,it had been way past fifteen minutes, hours actually, but i just couldn’t leave, i had so much to tell him, i was waiting my whole life to meet him and tell him all that i had to. So i asked him to come over and meet my friend which he agreed to. Sometimes i think people are really good at putting on an act to impress other people, hence making it so difficult to trust them, or maybe they are genuinely like that but time and experiences make them bitter, i remember i was going to waste my food but he insisted on getting it packed and giving it to a homeless person, which kind of really impressed me. We walked to my building and i asked him to wait downstairs. My heart was beating in a weird way i couldn't possibly explain and my cheeks were red as i hurried up the elevator to tell my best friend the news. As soon as i opened the door, the first words that came out of my mouth were ‘ Resh, i found the one!’... 

She literally gave a big laugh until she taunted me on finding my soulmate off of tinder. Now when we talk about it, she always says that she never really believed that it would turn into something until it did. We went out for sheesha and i still had so many things to tell him. He was so much like me in so many ways. Oh i remember i was binge watching friends those days and i saved this snapchat of Chandler wearing a jays hat and guess what he had the same snap (okay i know its not a big deal, but at that moment it felt like a sign from God lolol.. kidding ). Well the night was getting lighter and we finally had to make our way home. He went his way and i went mine ... P.S that asshole didn’t walk me home! lol.... but i was meeting him the next day again yayyyy....

I THINK I WILL WRITE THIS STORY DAY TO DAY .. SO THIS WAS THE FIRST DAY.... DAY 2 Tomorrow...