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scrubbinn · 1 month

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Mimic HRT: 18 months “Happiness”

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“… excuse me what day is it? Thursday? Ok. Thursday. Hey Mayday, I want you to actually listen to this message. Because I know you, and you’re probably being a dummy and beating yourself up about it. It’s not your fault ok? The doctor says I'll be out of the hospital soon, at least hopefully soon. I heard the doctors talking about an experimental treatment involving using that slime medication to regrow organs. It sounds terrifying but wouldn't that be neat, being a little bit slime. I'd get to see what it's like to be you… You better call me back, you got it! I'm not in any danger and I’ve been told I’ll recover one way or another. The medical stuff here is like really advanced compared to back home so I'm going to be fine. I've gotten visitors, you know. Mom came by and asked how you were. You know no one is mad at you right? A lot of our friends visited, and I found out they don’t even know what you look like! Come on, you know they all wanted to see you now that you’re fully a mimic… Please don’t start hating yourself because of this. It's understandable what happened, It's mostly my fault anyways. I shouldn't have startled you like that, I just saw you panicking and I had to do something. It's those assholes’ faults, not yours. I know I keep saying it but I know you, and you don’t listen until I tell you this stuff like eight times!”

“Excuse me Ms. Franks, We need phones off to discuss the next procedure. This will just be a moment of your time.”

“I just need to finish this call. Give me two more minutes. Anyway, you better call back ok hun? I don’t know how long that’s going to be an option, Surgery is starting today or tomorrow. You better call before than. I’m gonna be so mad if I get back to your place and you’re in another cocoon hiding away. So you better call ok! I love you Mayday. There, now you have to call me so you can say it back. Mwa! Later hun! I love you. So much.”

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“Recording of Mayday… uh, Friday. Date… doesn’t matter. I, I’m not doing well. I don’t. I just finished crying for an hour and I feel well enough to record something so I don’t have to deal with Erian getting on my case! Sorry I shouldn't yell about him, it's not his fault. I said well enough but, well enough doesn’t mean I’m actually well. I- I don’t know if I can talk about it yet. I hurt Abi. I hurt her completely and irreparably. I don’t know what to do. I thought I was finally getting it. I was happy being a mimic and I still am. It felt like I was intangible before. Like my human body wasn’t real and could just pass through everything if I wasn’t careful. Now I feel so solid. I feel this body and I’m not rejecting it. But it is real now. It’s present. It can bump into things if I’m not careful. I am finally physically me and it feels impossible to navigate a world now. I didn’t know. Why doesn’t living come with a guide book that can tell me what I’m doing wrong. Was it from backing away? Should I have fully become a mimic and just left everyone I know. It’d be sad, sure, but it probably would have been safer. Erian told me if I continued on my crossroads I'd eventually calcify my outer layer to form a shell around me. Like a treasure chest or whatever a soap mimic turns into. Maybe if I was a chest I could lock myself away so I didn't actually hurt anyone. I don’t know anymore. What would even happen to me if I did that? Would I end up in a zoo? Would I eventually forget this whole thing and escape to hurt even more people? What the hell even is a mimic!? Oh universe, I’m just tired of thinking and having to exist. I should get some water or something. I’d like to get coffee, but as it turns out, caffeine is basically a poison to me at this point, and not one I can build a tolerance for… but the taste of poison would be better than what I taste now. Aria was right. The taste never leaves.

“I still haven’t called her back. I’ve been listening to her voice mail over and over but I can’t face her. I don’t have the right. She’ll be starting her surgery and I was told she’d be asleep for a while. I want her to wake up and the first thing she sees is me. I don’t know if I’ll be ready for that. What the hell am I saying, she wouldn't want to see me, I'm the reason she's in a hospital! I wonder if she decided to go with that slime treatment Erian patented. Slime buddies huh. Feels a little rude to enjoy that idea so much. I hope everything turns out ok. I want to talk to her again. I- I'm done. I just want to lie down for a while. End recording.”

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Written report filed by Theodore Hans Erian, date, August 24th. Saturday It has come to my attention that a current patient by the name of Mayday Mulberry has begun to exhibit inhuman behaviors that have led to the injury of a human over the course of her treatment here. The event began one week ago when visiting outside Hypercity with the victim of the attack. This event has been documented through the testimony of several people at the scene, including the victim and the perpetrator. The incident began at a local sushi restaurant as the victim and perpetrator were patronizing the establishment. During their time at the restaurant, the perpetrator was verbally assaulted by several customers of the establishment using several anti-therian insults. These insults were deemed as unprompted as most of the witnesses there claim that Mayday Mulberry “insulted their species with its existence.” This harassment eventually led to the perpetrator panicking and running away, leading into a panic attack outside the restaurant in a shared parking lot. The victim followed and attempted to console the perpetrator with a hug, and unfortunately a mimic mouth from the perpetrator bit the victim. The victim lost a large chunk of flesh in the process. This led to damaged tissue, a hole in the stomach, and severe blood loss. The victim was taken to a hospital within Hyper city in time for treatment and was eventually stabilized. Because the incident took place within the parking lot of the restaurant within the perpetrator’s car, the restaurant has little chance to file any successful lawsuit. The victim has also declined to pursue any legal options at this time. It is within our opinion based on these facts that Mayday should be placed under house arrest and further punishment will be deliberated between our clinic, and Hyper city’s government, with a thorough psychological screening and Ms. Mulberry's medical records.

“Oh Ms. Mulberry, you’ve really done it now. You’ve already been a headache for this establishment but this is something much more serious. This affects the relationship between Hyper city and the outside worlds. Not to mention, this could seriously damage the clinic’s reputation and leave thousands of potential clients left without a place to obtain safe treatment. I will do what I can to make sure you suffer a lighter punishment from Hyper city, but you've caused a major incident that our mayor will absolutely use against all therians. If you’re not careful, you might end up in a situation far worse than living in a zoo for the rest of your life. If you’ve found a lawyer yet, please have them contact me to discuss the ramifications of your actions. In the meantime, I recommend you speak with a therapist on recent events. Situations like this can be just as dangerous for your mental state as they are with your friend’s physical state. Please call back when you get this message. Erian.”

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“What are you doing Mayday?”

“I’m hiding away. Might as well stay here. I’m under house arrest after all. Or are you too stupid to remember the fact that you caused it?”

“There’s no need to take that tone against me. Insults will get you nowhere. I am asking why you aren’t picking up that phone? It’s still ringing. It’s from the hospital.”

“I know. I just, I don’t have to pick it up right?”

“You should. We need to know how she’s doing. You’re making nonsensical excuses not to have anything change. I don’t understand that, you literally took this medication so you can change forever. What was it how you originally described yourself? You were certain that you wouldn’t be certain. You need to see how she’s doing. To be certain. You owe it to her to check. She’s the reason you started your slime journey! She’s the reason you’re happy!”

“Am I happy? Because it feels like ever since Mayday decided to start this medication, nothing has gone right. Mayday ran away and I was left to pick up the pieces of her life. I can’t even tell if I’m supposed to be her, or if I’m someone new. I certainly don’t get treated like I’m new, I get treated like I just got a bump on the head and I’ll be right as rain in a month! I hate that I can’t be me.”

“You could always tell her that.”

“But she hates me. I nearly got her killed, for all I know she could be dead.”

“We won’t know until we pick up that phone, and then you can grieve.”

“Will it be ok? Can I stop hurting when I know?”

“I can’t promise that, but it’s easier when you talk to people…”

“…Hello?”

“Mayday! Oh my god, I couldn’t reach you at all yesterday! Are you ok?! Are you eating properly? Did you turn into a cocoon again? When can you visit? Do you need a kiss? Because I need a kiss from you right now!… Hun? Are you laughing? I can’t hear you, your phone sounds muffled.”

“…Hi Abi! I’m just. Really happy is all.”

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daceydeath · 2 years

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A Work Proposal (Part 3)

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader Word Count: 2.6k Genre: Smut Warnings: 18+, minors dni, unprotected sex (don't be stupid), vaginal fingering, oral (F receiving),

You had been working with Stray Kids for a while now and after a long day at work turns into a very unexpected but intriguing proposal. Will this change your world or end your career?

The following days you weren't able to spend on the music video shoot you had problems left and right with higher management not wanting to sign off on things until certain meetings were concluded and magazine shoots that had to be reorganized because of schedule clashes. It was a chore but it was your job so normally you wouldn't have minded the chaos, but when you had mentioned to them that you wouldn't be at the next few days they had looked a little disappointed which made you feel guilty. However, the next thing thrown at you was going to make everything much harder for them and you.

"Chan I need to speak with all of you, let me know if the dorms or the studio is better for you and it is going to need to be ASAP" you left the message knowing he would probably panic about what it was about but there was no way you were going into details on the phone, what if his messages got hacked.

Dating scandals were always going to be part of the landscape of K Pop and they always would be but this level of members being involved in one at once was going to be a pain in your butt. Still as stupid as it seemed to have to talk to them about the whole thing after you had signed a contract to fuck them at their leisure seemed bizarre. While you were getting lunch you phone rang and before even looking at it you knew it would be Chan.

"Hi Chan" you sighed sipping at your iced tea.

"What's up? you seemed really down in the message" he asked casually but you could tell his voice was tense.

"Have you seen the latest rumors?" you whispered hoping no one could overhear you.

"No....why?" he seemed genuinely confused by your question.

"Well they aren't great I need to talk to all of you and prep a formal statement for the company by tomorrow so I can come to you all or you can come to me" you replied honestly hoping he wouldn't stress too much.

"Fuck" he muttered and you could tell he was pacing from the sounds around him "Come to us if you can. We should be finished here by 7"

"I'll see you at the dorms then, it's not career ending stuff so don't stress to much but it is important" you tried cheering him up knowing it was useless he stressed about pretty much everything all the time anyway.

You had gotten to their dorm a few minutes before they had and immediately noticed how tired they all were.

"Hi sweetheart" Changbin smiled noticing you waiting for them.

"Did you have to wait long?" Minho asked smiling tiredly.

"No, only a few minutes and I'll make sure this is fast so you can all eat and rest properly" you apologized as you followed them into the building. Gathering them all in the lounge area you took a deep breath before continuing knowing that they were not going to be thrilled about these latest rumors.

So I don't know if you have seen them yet but the dating scandal that's about to blow up isn't great, Chan you have been linked to Lily which I know is stupid since she's so young and its a sibling like thing between you, but Hyunjin and Han have both been accused of dating fans and sending them pretty intense messages" you explained gently noticing how Chan and Changbin's jaws both tightened and Minho looked furious.

"Now I know they aren't true that isn't what I am here to discuss, I've seen the texts and the images and they are pretty graphic so we need to hit back with the big guns" you continued noticing how they all relaxed a little at your words "I'm going to suggest we start a lawsuit against the people who started this bullshit and then also have each of you confirm what wording you want me to use for you denials, again I suggest really strong worded denials to keep the public onside as much as we can"

"You don't think they are true?" Han murmured softly "Like you aren't even going to ask us to explain anything you just know they aren't"

"Yeah I think its all garbage, I'll admit I don't know you as well as your members do, but the texts and photos are borderline pornographic and I know you would never send messages like that" you smiled at his as reassuringly as you could.

"But what if we do send flirty texts and stuff to someone were interested in?" Hyunjin asked frowning slightly.

"Then I know you would send them in a smarter way than this" you smirked trying again to lift the mood, you were going to fix this for them and you were not going to let them stress over it by dragging them in front of higher ups to prove it wasn't them when you knew it wasn't you had already started the whole denial but you wanted their input to make it sound more like a personal statement.

"Minho and I will come in with the two of you when it needs to be explained to the upper management guys" Chan smiled leaning over to squeeze Hyunjin's thigh.

"That's not going to be necessary Chan, I've already done that you wont have to front them" You again smiled while you went back to typing quickly " Ok this is what I have written so far, read through and tell me what you want me to add". Chan took the tablet almost grinning at you, he read it quickly before passing it down to Han and Hyunjin to read.

"Yeah that's good" Hyunjin smiled shakily and Han nodded along.

"You don't need to worry so much Hyunjin" you soothed taking the tablet back from him to place beside you, and take his hand in yours "I'm not going to let them put you on hiatus again, I'm not going to let them put Han on hiatus either it will be fine" you could see the worry in his eyes and it annoyed you that total stranger thought it was alright to cause him pain for no reason. "Now go all of you rest, I will take care of the rest".

You had headed back to the office and had the statement run through legal before making a formal police report about the slander and harassment and then you sent it out to every news outlet, gossip site and social media you could. Hopefully by the time the boys had all woken up it would be a 180 degree flip from the vitriol that was expected to be rained upon them. You texted Chan knowing full well he would not be asleep to let him know you would be late in the next morning since it was already after three in the morning and went home to rest yourself.

You woke the next morning late and started getting ready for you day ending up making yourself coffee in the kitchen when there was a knock at your apartment door. You looked through your peep hole as saw a large bunch of flowers with legs making you instantly smile, opening the door you realized it wasn't just a delivery it was Hyunjin holding the flowers tightly looking a little nervous.

"Hello Hyunjin" you beamed at him as he handed the flowers over wordlessly seemingly lost in his head "Would you like to come in?"

"Thank you" he whispered following you in as you closed the door behind him and took the flowers to the kitchen to find something to put them in.

"These are beautiful Hyunjin, thank you, you really didn't need to get them for me though" you were still smiling as you sniffed their beautiful perfume and gently touching the petals.

"I hoped you would like them" Hyunjin finally said his voice still a little tight "I wanted to say thank you for looking out for us so much, and for believing us, well me" he admitted softly smiling at you.

"I will always look out for you, I would have thought you all knew that by now, at least based on the latest developments" you bit your lip shyly hoping you wouldn't seem to forward bringing it up. Hyunjin grinned at that stepping so close to you that he was almost touching you, raising his hand he softly took your chin between his fingers forcing you to look up at him wetting his lips with his tongue.

"Princess" he breathed against your skin making you shiver under his intense gaze "I want you, can I have you?" you were too caught up in his presence to even answer so his slowly lent in pressing his lips to yours in a delicate kiss before pulling back to look into your eyes again.

"Yes" you whispered your eyes flicking between his eyes and his perfect lips making him smile brilliantly before claiming you lips again in a slow sensual dance. Letting go of your jaw his hand instead came up to cup your face his touch almost too gentle for you to bare, his other hand pulled you against him as he lazily continued to kiss you.

"Where is your room princess? I want you comfortable while I worship you" he sighed leaning his forehead against yours making you melt against him in anticipation. Pulling slightly away you took his hand in your and led him through your apartment to your room where he once again pulled you against him to kiss you once more. "I'm going to make love to you princess for as long as you will let me".

You gasped softly feeling your skin heat up which he took advantage of tipping you head back slightly so he could deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against your slowly, teasingly while he slid his hand down to your hip to hold you against him. Wrapping your arms around his neck you let him take the lead in how fast he wanted to move, feeling warmth pooling inside you with each brush of his plump lips against yours. Agonizingly slowly Hyunjin's hands made their way around your body making you whimper against his lips.

"Oh is my little princess feeling warm under my touch?" he teased sweetly unbuttoning the blouse you had put on for work "How about we rid you of some of these layers then hm?" pushing the fabric from your shoulders and down your arms to fall to the floor.

His unhurried actions gave you time to savor him, the darkening of his eyes, the reddening of his lips, the neediness of his touch it was intoxicating as so different from Chan or Changbin.

"Chan said you feel perfect but that no one has treated you properly" his words were hushed like he knew you were under his spell and didn't want to risk breaking it.

"Yes" you whined quietly as his lips returned to yours his tongue seeking entrance to your mouth to massage your own. He backed you towards your bed carefully to keep you from falling before gently lowering you both to the soft sheets. His hands continued to roam across your skin squeezing and massaging you skin, your own fingers skimming the bottom of his shirt and lightly running your fingers across his abs and the waistband of his pants.

"May I?" he asked sweetly undoing your jeans and dragging them leisurely down your thighs and calves to drop them beside your blouse.

"Can I see you?" you purred looking up at him innocently making his eyes widen before creasing up into little crescent moons.

"Of course princess" he murmured easily slipping his shirt over his head and letting your fingers trace his skin again. He continued to kiss and caress you preparing you for what was to come, kissing his way up and down your body only to miss the areas you wanted him to. You almost cried out when he gingerly began grazing his long beautiful fingers against the crotch of your long soaked underwear.

"Can I begin now princess? Do you think you are ready for me?" he smirked against the skin of your neck lightly mouthing at the skin there.

"Please Hyunjin, my god please" you groaned making him smile as he deftly pushed your underwear aside and began stroking you wet slit, gathering your wetness he circled your clit a few times before dipping just the tip of his finger into your entrance and feeling no resistance, he allowed him self the first whine of pleasure.

"So wet princess, I can't wait you make you come all over my cock but first let me spoil you" He muttered against you lips as he languidly slid two of his fingers into your core tenderly thrusting them and curving them at just the right angle for you to writhe against him in moments. He coaxed your first orgasm from you faster then you expected by pressing his thumb against you clit making you buck against him all the while his mouth devoured your moans and whines until you threw your head back almost screaming his name. He slipped his fingers from you bringing them to his lips to suck clean.

"Delicious, can I continue?" He asked watching you panting wide eyed and you nodded desperately "Good" he grinned lowering himself between your open thighs, taking one in each large hand he looked to your face before agilely letting his tongue go to work on your dripping core, carefully focusing on long slow strokes of your clit and gentle sucks and nibbles with his magnificent lips suckling at you with desire. You could feel your whole body burning as he once again sucked his clit between his lips humming around it as your fingers found their way to his head grazing his scalp with your fingernails and tugging his hair slightly.

"Hyunjin, please, I'm so close" you mewled trying to grind your hips to vigorously into his face but he just growled holding you open further sucking harsher on your clit and finally biting at it is softly as you began to come undone again "Hyunjin...Hyunjin....oh fuck Hyunjin" you called again and again until you felt light headed.

You could hear him chuckle as he wiped his face on the back of his hand bringing himself back up to you lips as he easily slipped inside you, your walls were still quivering with the intensity of your second orgasm but it only spurred him on as he continued the languid pace he has set earlier thrusting into you gently before pulling almost completely out of you again. Unable to contain your quiet moans he smiled down at you resting his weight on his elbows as his hips driving his length into you brushing places you were sure you had never been touched before.

"You are perfect princess, perfect, so tight and wet and perfect for my dick" Hyunjin moaned finally taking his own pleasure from you his hips speeding up as he pounded his cock inside you heard and deeper making your eyes roll back in you head. "Can I come inside you?" he gasped as you squeezed him with your swollen walls.

"Yes, yes, yes" you chanted making him speed up again as he began to lose his tempo as he approached his own climax. You could feel how close he was so you squeezed him again wrenching another perfect groan from him.

"Fuck princess" he gasped as he spilled his seed inside you leaving you both a panting and sweaty mess. Resting his forehead against yours he sweetly pecked the tip of your nose.

"I forgot to mention Chan asked for you to have the day off so you aren't going anywhere princess" He grinned lazily kissing you again.

A/N: Thank you for all the support and likes, reblogs, comments are appreciated you lovely people you xx

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vaspider · 1 year

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*deep breath* okay, so.

Sometimes you have to say things out loud which should be perfectly obvious, but:

Nothing I say is ever a commandment, incitement, or request to go bother someone else unless I specifically say 'hey, you should go bother this person,' like when I say 'you should go bother this elected official about this specific topic.' I don't believe in sending people to harass other private individuals, and as long as I've been on this site, I've said that over and over again. I am expressly against harassment of all kinds, and it's not okay to go bother people just because I am arguing with them or have said 'hey don't be a twerp' to them. This is doubly not-okay when you're not part of the community that's arguing or discussing.

And also, I am not responsible for what other people do, and it's really not okay to try to hold me responsible for what other people do unless, you know, I told them to do it. Which I didn't. So let's be very clear: I don't want people to go bother others, and if I find out someone who follows me has gone to harass others based on my stated opinions, they will not follow me or associate with me anymore.

It is always in your power to block someone, including me, and I'm okay with that. What's weird is when you go on rants about how someone (me) should be 'rolled up in a carpet and thrown off a bridge' or that 'every note is a punch in vaspider's antisemitic(1) head' (yeah, those are both real things a person said, recently!) and then tag it with my name so that it comes up when people search for me. It's especially weird if you do that while complaining about harassment. Like, you get that you're a hypocrite, right?

So what I've done is what I recommend for others to do: I blocked the person responsible, I reported the posts for harassment, which they are, and I added their username to my filter list so that I won't forget who they are (which I will, because they are not important to me at all and I will forget they exist by tomorrow) and reblog their posts accidentally in the future. This is the thing that this person could also do, rather than being weird.

Also, if you want me to stop following you, just... block me. It's fucking fine. Don't be weird about it, don't send me a message about it, I don't actually care. If you feel weird about leaving me blocked, then block me and unblock me. It'll force me to unfollow all of your blogs. If a random chronic illness blog I follow or whatever disappears from my dash, I probably won't even notice. I don't know how to say this without sounding mean, but like, there are a lot of people on Tumblr, and I genuinely do not care enough about the random blogs I follow who are not my actual friends to get upset if suddenly one of them disappears and I find out I'm blocked. I'll assume that you decided you didn't want me following you, and I'll move on with my life and probably forget you ever existed. Please curate your internet existence and do not make people's lives your fucking problem. If someone bothers you, block them. For fuck's sake, y'all.

(1) calling another Jew an antisemite is uhhh... well, it's a look, I guess. Especially for disagreeing with someone. It's not cute.

#not rebloggable #i hate having to address this shit #lol

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crystalninjaphoenix · 1 year

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A Stranger of Yourself

Switch AU

A JSE Fanfic

A shorter chapter this week, and posted one day early so it won't conflict with the special October event I'm starting tomorrow (hope to see you guys there for that by the way! ^w^). I'll keep the summary short too. Schneep contacts the others and says he has stuff he wants to tell them about. After everyone meets up, he returns to his room and finds an unexpected visitor there. Hmmm...

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Breakfast in the house was silent. Marvin and JJ ate quietly, both of them still thinking about what happened at the hospital yesterday. The only sound was Mr. Fluffington occasionally meowing for attention. That was, until Marvin’s phone started ringing. “Ah, damn it,” he muttered, taking it out of his pocket. “Who could be callin’ at—oh.”

JJ put his cereal spoon down. Who is it?

“It’s Henrik.” Marvin hesitated. “Do I... pick it up?”

Of course you do! JJ said. We’ve been waiting for a call from him!

“I know, but—ah, I don’ know what I’m sayin’,” Marvin answered the call right before it went to voicemail. “Hey, Henrik. You’re on speakerphone so Jems can hear you. Is... is everyt’ing alrigh’?”

“More or less.” Schneep’s voice was quiet. “Ah, Jack called me yesterday. He told me what happened at the hospital.”

“...ah.” Marvin looked at JJ, whose expression was grim. “Yes. T’at. It was... a bit upsetting.”

“Upsetting?” Schneep asked. “But did you not figure out how we might—might revive Anti?”

“Don’ use t’at word, it sounds like he’s dead,” Marvin muttered. “But if you’re referring to how Distorter was distracted, yes, t’ere was t’at, but... ah... I-I wasn’ in the room, but Jems’ says Will’s reaction was... a lot.” JJ nodded silently.

“Oh. O-of course. Yes, that would be... emotional.” Schneep cleared his throat. “But, ah, I-I think we should try a meeting again. So we can discuss information.”

“Really?” Marvin noticed JJ lean forward, closer to the phone. “Do you want it to be jus’ me and Jems, or everyone?”

“Everyone who can come. E-everyone who is involved now. We can do it at the same park where we tried last time. What time would work?”

Marvin looked at JJ. “Do you have any plans for the next couple days?”

JJ shook his head. I’m in between shows. Some of my people are actually asking when we can start up again but I can’t right now. Not with everything.

“T’at’s understandable. I don’ t’ink Jack has anything, so we jus’ need to ask Rama and Stacy.”

Rama will have to get a babysitter so it’ll be up to them.

“Hmm. True. Volt, we’re goin’ t’call everyone and get things in order. T’en we’ll call you back with the time, okay?”

A moment passed in silence. “Yes,” Schneep said quietly. “Yes, but... but please try to get a solid time soon. I-I don’t want to... start being worried.” Before he could explain that, he hung up.

“Start bein’ worried?” Marvin repeated, confused.

He’s probably nervous to be calling a meeting, JJ guessed. After all, the last one left us with a lot of questions. He rolled his shoulder—the one that Schneep had shocked with his bare hands just a couple days ago.

“T’at’s probably my fault,” Marvin mumbled. “I was too eager to try out the invisibility. M-maybe I shoul’ leave the cards at home altogether.”

JJ shook his head. You don’t seem too happy about that idea, he said, a small, amused smile on his face.

“I’m not. I—T’is probably makes no sense, but I don’ want t’lose them again.” Even now, his hand drifted down to his pocket where he kept the deck of cards.

No, that makes perfect sense. And if you’re not happy about leaving them at home, there’s no reason you should do that. The smile faded from JJ’s face. And if something happens, it’s always good to have more magick on our side.

“Right.” Marvin nodded. He took a deep breath. “Well. Looks like we can’ finish breakfast yet. We have calls to make and messages to send.”

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Coordinating proved harder than expected, but eventually they decided on that evening as the best time. Five o’clock, about an hour before sunset so that there would still be plenty of daylight in the park. Everyone could make it except for Stacy, who said she had to buckle down and get some work done. “I do have to pay rent on this place somehow,” she pointed out. “Tell me everything afterwards.”

JJ and Marvin arrived a bit early, but they waited in the car until Rama and Jack showed up as well. Then they all went down to the lake, by that same bench they met at last time.

Schneep was already there. He sat on the bench, hands tightly clasped together, wearing that same black mask that hid the bottom half of his face. He tensed up the moment he saw the group coming, then started to stand but decided not to. Instead, he just waited for the others to all gather around the bench.

“Henrik,” Marvin said, nodding. “I-I’m really truly sorry abou’ the invisibility las’ time. I-I was tryin’ to not freak you out, I-I didn’—”

“I understand, Marvin,” Schneep said quietly. “It’s not a problem. Really.”

“Do you mind if we sit, Schneep?” Rama asked.

“A-ah... no,” Schneep said hesitantly.

“Well, you’re clearly not comfortable, so we’re okay standing,” Jack said. He looked at the other three. “Right?”

Right, JJ confirmed. Why’d you call this meeting, Schneep? Did you want to finish what we started last time, or is there something else?

“There is... both.” Schneep looked down at his clasped hands. He took a deep breath. “I owe you all... an explanation. But I-I am not sure if I can give one. Jameson, I... I am so sorry for the shock.”

JJ nodded. In your own words, I understand. It’s not a problem.

“Hah.” Schneep gave a little chuckle.

“You know you don’t have to push yourself,” Jack said gently.

“No, no, you need to know.” Schneep shook his head. “I... Jack called me yesterday. H-he told me about everything that happened at the hospital. I already said this on my phone call this morning, but... he also... told me a theory he had.” He glanced over at Jack, not fully lifting up his head. “About me.”

Jack nodded slowly. “You really don’t have to talk about it. I-I said that when we—”

“You did, you did, and I appreciate that. But you all need to know.” Schneep closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and lifted his head up. “You all know I had some experience with IRIS, yes? In the time since I left?”

“That’s what they said you said,” Rama said, gesturing at JJ and Marvin.

“Yes, it was.” Schneep laughed again. “W-well, I... I did. I did some investigating into their activity in the next city over, and they... caught me. I was not prepared for their security, it is... much more advanced than it should be.” Another deep breath. He clasped his hands tighter. “They... Like Anti, I was... caught. Unlike Anti, I did not get out after three days.”

Silence. Marvin instinctively glanced around the park, making sure no one was listening. No one was. There was a small family passing by, but they were well out of earshot on the other side of the pond.

I think we understand what happened, JJ said.

“No, you really do not,” Schneep said darkly.

“Did they do the same thing to you as they did to Anti?” Rama asked. “Though we do not even know what that is, anyway.”

“I would be surprised if you did. I saw what happened, because I took some of IRIS’s security footage. But I do not think this is the time to show you. Or if you would even want to see. In any case, no, it was not the same thing.” Schneep shook his head. “IRIS did not know I was related to their case on Distorter. I showed no signs of contact with him. He has never been as involved with me as with... others... of our group.”

Marvin nodded. “He only really showed up to fuck with you.”

“Yes, exactly. Unlike Anti, who he was actively involving himself with. I think he may even be why IRIS found Anti—a-anyway, this is not the point.”

“You don’t have to keep going,” Jack said softly.

“I do. You all need to know about... this.” Schneep unclasped his hands. He turned one over, tracing a scar that ran down the length from his pinky to his wrist. “This is why I shocked you, Jameson.”

JJ leaned forward, visibly confused. What happened?

“I... am not sure... of the details,” Schneep said haltingly. “I was... asleep... when it happened. But... somehow, IRIS...” He trailed off.

“They... gave you the ability to shock people,” Rama summed up.

“Yes.” Schneep was relieved that he didn’t have to say it. “A-and that is not all. I am still... I am still learning it all myself.”

“Holy shit,” Marvin whispered. “You’re sayin’ IRIS does... experimentation? T’at’s fucked.”

“It is so fucked!” Schneep’s hands curled into fists.

JJ inhaled sharply. Is that what they were doing to Anti?

“They were getting to it. I think Distorter interfered before they could go through with it.”

Rama shook their head. “That is... that is... E-eso es lo peor que he oído jamás—oh!” They went suddenly pale. “Does Jackie know about this?!”

Marvin’s eyes widened. “Wait, yes, you said t’at Jackie’s on their staff. He has to—”

“No.” Schneep’s voice was firm. “Even though Jackie was desperate to protect us from Distorter, he was not desperate enough to forgo his morals.”

Rama nodded slowly, agreeing. “He would not stand for it. But... how can he be unaware?”

“IRIS has three different sections.” Schneep held up three fingers. “There is one that builds and sells their technology.” One finger went down. “There is one that looks for and captures strange things in the world. Anomalies, they call them. Many are given an ALTR number, though I am still not sure what ALTR is an acronym for.” Another finger down. “The last is their experimentation.” He grabbed the last finger and curled it down. “The other two sections both feed into that one. I am not sure why IRIS is willing to experiment on their... s-subjects...” He paled a little. “But... they are. And they do.”

So you’re saying Jackie can be in one section without knowing about the other two, JJ concluded.

“Exactly. I think he is involved with their technology, from what I found.”

“There’s also probably different clearance levels,” Jack added. “No secret organization is gonna tell the new hires about their secret human experiments.”

“Hold on a moment.” Rama raised a hand. “You said earlier that they did not realize you were involved with Distorter. Something about showing no signs? What about Jackie? If anyone would show signs of contact, it is him.”

Schneep’s silence was telling.

“No.” Marvin gripped the arms of his wheelchair. “No, no, no, we are not goin’ t’et IRIS turn a third one of our friends into a fucking guinea pig!”

“Damn right,” Rama added. “They do not get to touch my husband. We need to get him out of there!”

How?! JJ asked. We were making plans to break into the facility where Anti was, but we never got into it.

“We repurpose those plans, of course!”

Well, the facility might also be hidden from us. Remember what I said? I had to get help from the Magic Circle.

“Can you do that again?” Jack asked.

I... yes, I think so, JJ signed slowly. As in, I think they’d be willing to help again. But I wonder if they are capable of it.

“Jameson,” Schneep said quietly. “If you take the time to ask them, it will give me time to sort through the files I stole from IRIS. I can find out more about the facility where Jackie is stationed. And... maybe... find out their plans for him. If they know about him and Distorter.”

JJ looked at him. His expression hardened as he grit his teeth in determination, and he nodded. I can message them as soon as possible. But I doubt they’ll be able to get anything done today. There are a lot of people that need to work together.

“That is fine. Jackie has been fine this long, I doubt they will move suddenly.”

“Alright, I-I guess we focus on this now, then?” Jack asked. “None of us know what to do about Anti?”

In unison, Schneep, JJ, and Marvin all wince. “We... jus’... don’ know how to proceed,” Marvin said slowly.

I can maybe ask the Circle about that, too, JJ suggested. Perhaps they have some insight on breaking people out of trances.

“Maybe... maybe once we get Jackie back to us, he will have some ideas,” Rama added weakly.

“At least Anti isn’ bein’ hurt,” Marvin whispered. “...physically. And he’s not bein’... moved around...” His words quickly fell quiet. JJ put a hand on his shoulder.

Schneep sighed. “As upsetting as it is, we have to focus, and we are just more capable of getting Jackie back than Anti right now. We should keep an eye out for things that could help Anti, of course. Perhaps if we find something, we can switch. But for now... like I said, we must focus.”

JJ nodded. I suppose we go our separate ways, then. He paused. Schneep... if you ever want to talk about things, we’ll be here for you.

“...thank you,” Schneep whispered. “But not yet. I-I am fine with how things are now. And we... we must focus.”

“If you ever need anything,” Jack said. He didn’t continue. He didn’t need to.

“I will contact you all if I need anything,” Schneep promised, “or if I find something very important about Jackie. And JJ, you will tell everyone what the Magic Circle can do?”

Of course, JJ said.

“Great.”

After a few more pleasantries and farewells, the meeting dispersed.

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Schneep returned to the motel room a bit later than he wanted. His usual way of taking random turns to avoid being followed had led him right into the midst of a construction-caused traffic jam. And while he could technically have gone around it, motorcycles were not allowed on sidewalks, or in-between cars. He really didn’t want to attract attention by breaking the law, and so he was stuck. Then he had to make a detour to grab some food for dinner. But now he was... ‘home’ again. He unlocked the door with his key and pushed it open.

There was someone sitting on the bed.

Distorter was here.

Schneep froze, the bag of takeout food falling from his hand. “You—!” he gasped.

Distorter turned to look at him, his neck and head twisting in a strange way. The ever-present grin widened. He raised one blackened hand and waved, giggling.

“What are you doing here?” Schneep’s eyes darted around the room. There were no weapons. But he could figure something out if he really had to. Or he could turn and run. The door was still open, only a few steps behind him.

“I’m just checking in on things.” Distorter stood up casually, walking over to the corner of the room. Schneep’s eyes followed him. “It’s been so long since I’ve heard from you, you know. I thought you died. But I guess I wasn’t so lucky.”

“Y-you never just check in on things.” Schneep slowly stepped further inside. He made sure to leave the door open. If he could make it to the desk, he might be able to grab the lamp on top of it and use it as a blunt object. “What? Are you here to fuck with me some more?”

“Am I even really here in the first place?” Distorter moved across the room, always staying directly across from Schneep.

“No, I will not let you do this to me again.” Schneep bit out the words. “Of course you are here. I can see you, and there is no reason for me to be seeing things not there right now.”

Distorter stopped walking. “You can see me?”

Schneep scoffed. “This is not a very effective trick. I will not doubt my eyes again.”

“...you won’t, huh?” Distorter’s head tilted to the side. “What about your ears?”

“My ears are no different,” Schneep said fiercely. “I will not let you—let you manipulate my senses.” He continued stepping to the side, slowly, trying not to attract attention.

Distorter was silent. He kept staring at Schneep with those black empty eyes.

“What? Nothing to say now?” Schneep taunted. “Were you not prepared for this? A me who refuses to let you use my vulnerability?”

“Shut up.” Distorter walked to the left. Schneep’s eyes followed him. He walked back to the right. Schneep’s eyes followed him. He raised a hand, as if in a greeting.

“What are you doing?” Schneep asked, momentarily distracted from his goal by Distorter’s odd behavior.

“Shut up.” The corner of Distorter’s mouth twitched. He walked forward. Schneep tensed up and took a few steps back. He walked backwards. Schneep relaxed slightly. He got down to the ground, joints cracking as he crouched. Schneep’s head tilted down to look at him. A low growl escaped Distorter’s throat.

Whatever Distorter was doing, it made the hair on the back of Schneep’s neck stand up. He instinctively knew that something was wrong with this whole situation. And Distorter wasn’t happy. Schneep glanced towards the desk. He was so close to it, he just had to reach out—

Distorter leapt forward, impossibly moving across the room in just a second. Schneep gasped and lunged to the side, going for the lamp. He managed to grab it just before Distorter tackled him. Schneep’s head hit the wall behind him in a burst of white light. He went limp but managed to keep hold of the lamp. Distorter pinned him to the ground and wrapped his hands around Schneep’s neck, squeezing tightly. Schneep choked and began flailing, managing to strike Distorter with the lamp. But Distorter didn’t even flinch. He squeezed tighter, and Schneep abandoned the lamp, dropping it to instead claw at Distorter’s fingers.

“How?” Distorter hissed, voice simmering with anger as he leaned closer to Schneep’s face. “How are you seeing me when I don’t want you to?”

Schneep couldn’t answer; there was no air for his voice. But even if he could talk, he wouldn’t know what Distorter meant. He pried at Distorter’s blackened fingers but they were steel cords wrapped around his throat. His chest rose and fell rapidly, gasping for breath.

“Why aren’t you seeing any of the things I want you to see?” Distorter demanded. “You’re supposed to be easy to mess with that way! Why?! What did you do?!”

He didn’t do anything!

But...

Ice cold shock splashed over him. So strong that for a few seconds he forgot to struggle. They didn’t... Did they? But that was the only thing that happened to him since he last saw Distorter...

“Tell me!” Distorter shouted. “Tell me or I swear to god I’ll make you watch your friends die.”

Schneep tried to shake his head, but he didn’t have the strength for that. His vision was starting to waver. Despite Distorter’s demands that he explain everything, he didn’t let up on the pressure to let Schneep explain. He probably wanted him dead more than he wanted to know.

His heart was pounding in his chest. He couldn’t die! Not here, not now, not after everything he’d been through! He grabbed Distorter’s hands. This was probably a long shot, but he didn’t know what else to do. Schneep braced himself, and—

Snap!

Distorter gasped at the shock. Not in pain—just surprise. His muscles spasmed involuntarily. His hands momentarily squeezed Schneep’s throat tighter before abruptly loosening. Schneep finally managed to push him away, rolling off to the side and gasping, sucking in as much air as his bruised throat could handle.

But it wasn’t over. Distorter lunged for him again, grabbing him by the shoulders. Schneep scrambled across the ground, barely escaping his clutches, his nails scratching his skin right through his clothes. Distorter growled again. As Schneep started to stand, he wrapped his arms around his legs and knocked him back down. Schneep cried out and kicked Distorter directly in the face. Distorter’s head snapped back with a sickening crack! but he didn’t let go. Schneep grabbed Distorter’s arms and shocked him again. Like before, Distorter’s muscles spasmed and loosened enough for Schneep to get away.

Schneep climbed to his feet and ran across the room. There was another lamp in here, this one a floor lamp that would provide a lot more reach. Distorter got to his feet right behind him and dashed after him. Schneep barely got to the lamp in time, grabbing it by the stand and swinging it right into the side of Distorter’s head. Another CRACK! rang through the room as Distorter was knocked over. He tried standing up again but Schneep hit him a second time—with enough force that the lampshade flew off. Then he hit him a third time. The lightbulb burst into shattered glass.

He went in for a fourth strike. Distorter raised his hand and grabbed the lamp by its stand. But there was still enough force in Schneep’s attack to make Distorter’s elbow bend back the other way with a SNAP! Schneep gasped, face going pale. Distorter didn’t so much as grit his teeth in pain. He just glared at Schneep, the malice in those black eyes a total contrast with the smile stuck on his face. He kept glaring, head not moving at all as the rest of his body stood, twisting to keep his head in the same place it was. Until his feet were on the ground but his spine was bent over, his neck bent at an unnatural angle.

Schneep’s face turned green and he felt sick just seeing this sight. His grip on the lamp stand tightened and he yanked it free from Distorter’s grip. Distorter didn’t fight back. He kept glaring—until he stood up abruptly in a single, oddly fluid motion. Then he turned and ran for the motel room door. He stopped in the doorway and looked back at Schneep. Not by turning around, but by bending his head backwards. A bit too far backwards. “You’re going to die someday,” he said. “You’re going to die some day, and then I’ll laugh.” Then he snapped back into place and took off in a dead sprint.

For a second, Schneep just stood there. Then he dropped the lamp and ran towards the doorway. He made it just in time to see Distorter disappear around the corner of a building. A minute passed. He stood there, half-expecting Distorter to reappear out of nowhere. But no. He was gone.

The day was quiet. Or, as quiet as it got in the city. There were still distant noises of cars and such, but Schneep wasn’t really hearing them. He looked down at the ground and saw his bag of takeout was still there where he dropped it. In a daze, he reached down and picked it up. Then he pulled the motel room door closed.

It was empty. The room was empty except for him. He put the takeout bag down on the desk and automatically went about putting the lamps back where they should be. There wasn’t much he could do about the broken light bulb. He pushed all the shards into the corner with his shoe. That was about it.

Suddenly, Schneep burst out laughing. There was something strangely funny about Distorter running away like that. They’d only ever seen him suddenly appear and disappear. But it turns out, this whole time, he was just running around and hiding from their sight! Using freaky mind powers! That—apparently—had no effect on Schneep anymore!

The laughter abruptly transitioned into sobs. He didn’t know that. It was a helpful ability to have—but he didn’t know about it. He didn’t ask for it. “Why?” he cried, clutching his hair. “Why?! Isn’t this my body?! Or is it, anymore?!”

His hand brushed against a spot on the left side of his head where the hair was shorter. A perfect square, in fact. The hair had grown back now, but he still remembered waking up and finding that a section of hair the size of his palm had been shaved away, faint scars around the edge of the shape. That had scared him more than the new scars on his hands, arms, or legs. He begged them—anyone he saw—to tell him what they had done, and yet...

At least he had an answer now.

Probably.

He couldn’t be sure.

That thought brought him to his knees. He wanted to scream to the heavens, to shout IRIS’s name for everyone to hear. But he couldn’t have everyone hear that. Because he couldn’t have IRIS find him. He didn’t want to go back.

So he swallowed the scream in his throat and shakily stood up again. He walked back to the desk and sat down, staring blankly at the computer screen before reaching for the takeout bag and opening it up.

Jackie.

Jackie was with IRIS.

He was safe for now, as a member of their staff, but Schneep didn’t know when that would change. He didn’t doubt that it would change. IRIS y would find out about Jackie’s experiences with Distorter sooner or later—if they didn’t know already. Which they probably did. And when IRIS made their move... Schneep wasn’t sure which would be worse. If Jackie went through what he did, or if Jackie went through what Anti did.

They had to move soon. They had to do something. Schneep had to do something.

He wouldn’t let this happen to anyone else.

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye fanfiction #jacksepticegos #septic egos #septic egos au #jacksepticeye au #dr schneeplestein #von voltage #jameson jackson #the jaunty jackson #marvin the magnificent #1920s marvin #chase brody #distorter #brigid writes fanfiction #septicswitchau

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Promises we keep (Part 2 for TWOF)

A few people asked me to write a part 2 for The weekend of firsts (and I also wanted to), so here's a short sequel. (Hopefully more is coming) 🤗 I'm sorry you had to wait for this so long, but I'm really busy in real life so I hope you will like it. 😊 I'm grateful for your comments and feedbacks. ❤

Summary: You and Checo are both feeling something for each other, and it became obvious after his first win where he was flirting with you and offered you to celebrate together. ;)

Pairing: Checo Perez x Reader

Warnings: none, maybe just broken english and lame jokes

You almost haven't slept a minute after that conversation with Checo, you were thinking about how bad you wanted to be with him last night.

You haven't checked your phone the whole night on purpose because you know you would see some posts from him from the party and you didn't want to feel more bad than you already did. You tried to sleep but failed at every attempt, so you were just staring at the ceiling, listened to music, watched some TV but none of these prevented you from thinking.

The sun was rising and you were sitting alone in your bed thinking about when did you fall for him this hard? Of course you felt that something is off and he meant to you much more than the other drivers but it just worsened after he was flirting with you in the last two interviews. So that's it? A few nice words and you are all over the place?

You were confused as hell.

You also promised him, that you will send him your number, and you talked about a possible celebration of his first win, but you became uncertain if that is a good idea at all.

You grabbed you phone and looked at it for a while. After a loud sigh you unlocked it, and saw a bunch of insta notifications.

What the hell?

You opened it and saw that there were messages from him.

11 PM: "Hey, I just want you to remind you for our little agreement. ;) Don't forget to send your number, I'll call you tomorrow. Sweet dreams and good night. :)"

Why is he so sweet.

Another message said:

1:15 AM: "You should be here with me. 🥺 Can't wait for tomorrow. 😊"

How I wish I would be there.

3:24 AM: "Are you awake? Can i takl to you?"

3:42 AM: "Sry I dont wnat to be too much, nevemrind. Cant wait to see ya."

Okay, so he was drunk as hell. Understandable.

He really deserved to loosen up a bit and have a great party with his team. Maybe it's for the better that you were not there, because it seems he already thought about you a lot more than you expected, and you didn't want to take his focus from the more important things.

You were looking at his texts and couldn't believe that he really felt that way, but you also wanted to be careful because he was obviously drunk so maybe this wasn't that serious.

You scrolled through your feed, seeing photos from last night, a lot of drivers were posting from different parties, and of course you saw a few pics about him, and if you wouldn't be dissapointed already for not being there, you were now because he looked so handsome and hot in his jeans and his white shirt unbuttoned on top...

Those photos made you feel in a certain way, maybe those encouraged you to finally text him at 5 AM.

"Hey! Saw that it was a pretty good party last night. Hope you had fun, but reading your texts I'm sure you did... 😁 I'm sorry for not being there, but I made a promise, so here's my number:

Get some rest and talk to you later :)"

...

After you sent him the text you fell asleep immediately for a few hours, which was good news given that you had only one day before you have to get back to work.

You woke up around 11 AM, and you immediately checked your phone but there was nothing special except some messages from your best friend.

He's probably sleeping, he had a rough night.

You tried to not to be impatient or anything like that but you were still confused about this whole thing between the two of you so you at least wanted to discuss this situation with him.

It was 3 PM already and you decided to pack your stuff for tomorrow's flight when your phone rang. Your heart skipped a beat and suddenly you realised that you were just standing there not doing anything. You quickly picked up your phone and answered the call from the unknown number.

"It's Y/N speaking."

"Hi Y/N, do I have to introduce myself also?"

Okay, it's him, his voice sounds tired but you loved it and he's already messing with you. Just chill.

"Well, maybe, you never know what kind of stranger has your number." You made a joke to calm yourself first and he chuckled, so it worked for him too.

"Yeah I wanted to tell that you should be careful who you give your number to. Maybe some hungover guy who sent you embarrasing texts last night will try to convince you to meet him."

Am I ready to meet him? I already feel like a teenager.

"That would be awful, can you help me to avoid that guy?"

"Let's see what we can do... I will ask you to come with me for a dinner before he finds you and asks you, so you can get rid of him. What do you think?"

He's a real player.

"Hmm, let me think about this for a minute."

"Be quick that guy is really determined."

I can't with him.

"Okay, you convinced me."

"Great, I'll pick you up at 7 PM, is that right for you?"

"Perfect. And thank you for saving me."

"It's my pleasure. You can thank me later in person."

Oh god.

"See you then. Bye."

"Bye Y/N."

As you hung up you immediately started to plan what to wear like you didn't want him to take it off of you as soon as possible...

#checo perez #sergio perez #checo perez x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 imagine

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(96. Fill me in - how are they taking it? (sorry i spaced out for what feels like three months. where are we, again)* - 27.3%)

(*a tie - we'll move on next update!)

Mm, I thought that might be the case. After so many brushes with death today, it's understandable that your memory might be getting spotty.

Not to worry. Sit down, take a deep breath - it's all perfectly simple!

You are currently in the coastal town of Port Byrock. A charming little community that places great importance on the maintenance of its seven lighthouses - the sideways one by the cliffs, especially.

Unfortunately the lighthouse staff that were supposed to be on duty abandoned their posts. And now there's a horrible storm going on, the sun has vanished, and three of the four structures you've stepped foot in today have been demolished by the wind or worse.

So far you've managed to outrun most of the chaos with the help of your old acquaintance Hat. I'm still not sure why he's in this story, but he's unflappable, great at first aid, and a leading factor in your continuing existence. So I'm grateful she's here.

As for whether there's a correlation between the abandonment of the lighthouse and the destruction of the town...? Hard to say.

Albin, your other companion, seems to think that's the case. He claims the lighthouse he was stationed at had a magical painting that could alter reality, but then again, he also thinks the sun isn't real and that underground office workers were trying to steal his cat, so who knows. He's a weird guy.

Albin helped you and Hat escape the worst of the storm by hiding out in some secret tunnels that run below the town. After narrowly escaping Moth Mann and some kind of… thing that patrols said tunnels, you've arrived at the Byrock Aquarium. It's a small, sturdy building built partly below the waves.

From how crowded it is, you suspect it's doubling as the town's emergency shelter. That would explain the gaggle of schoolchildren you bumped into earlier, as well as the presence of the Channel 6IX news crew.

You left the schoolchildren downstairs where it's safe and took some time to gather your bearings.

You and Hat got to chatting about work. Turns out you're a professional stunt double for people in witness protection, and have gotten kidnapped four times over the past three days. This is great news for Hat, because you suspect they kept mistaking you for her? Maybe? Actually I still don't know what you look like but it would certainly explain my own blunder this morning.

Anyway, that got tabled when Albin spotted the news crew and went to talk to them. You did too - you wanted to sell proof of Moth Mann's existence for a quick buck. Albin, meanwhile, is convinced the town is falling apart because of some conspiracy and wants to enlist the help of the news if he can.

And that brings us to now! A tiny storage room in Byrock Aquarium, where you are all talking in private.

Albin is currently pleading his case with my camera crew. I suppose you could try to help him out, if you want more people on his side. Or you could leave him to it and peace out. Or maybe there's something more pressing you'd like to discuss.

There's probably some other... minor things I'm forgetting. Like how you think I'm a divorced bowler whose wife ran off with Moth Mann. Or the fact the Weather department radioed out a few messages, then went silent. That the thing Albin calls a "cat" can mimic sounds its heard, or how you're wearing a shark towel as a toga to hide the bloodstains and light-up sneakers...

(If there's anything in particular you'd like a refresher on, let me know in whatever form's easiest and the narrator will try to address it!

If not, I'll move things along tomorrow.)

#8.30 poll #8.30 recap #do you ever take a step back and reflect on your own fucking narrative hubris

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dearweirdme · 1 year

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“I'm still holding out hope that's it's all pr, but if it's not, then I'm just upset at the FS. I just wish kpop would stop doing it with how homophobic they are”

you didn’t comment on this part of anons ask so i’m not sure how you feel about it but i just wanted to give my opinion bc this ask rubbed me the wrong way.

to start because i don’t want to get misconstrued, kpop definitely does do fan service and baiting (i’m not saying queer baiting because real ppl cannot queer bait). and while imo it’s up to the fan to realize they’re being baited (not in every situation bc some ppl are good at manipulation)- especially in todays climate - and fan service isn’t always bad as long as the idols aren’t intentionally trying to trick you into thinking they’re together, it’s still definitely annoying and irritating because so many of these straight idols end up being homophobic but are participating in fan service and baiting. and of course the companies and kpop world root for baiting and fanservice but then turn around and be homophobic and not even allow idols to come out. a lot of korea in general too of course. then you have the straight fans who love the idea of their idols being gay for each other but then are homophobic and unsupportive of gay ppl irl.

so yes i definitely agree with the last sentence of anons message BUT calling taekook fanservice/baiting just rubbed me the wrong way. now don’t get me wrong i’m not saying they aren’t together but in this case let’s just hypothetically assume taennie gets confirmed tomorrow and taekook ends up not being real, that does not mean taekook was all fanservice/baiting and they’re bad for doing it. if we’re simply looking at it from a taekook isn’t real perspective (bc i know most here believes they are but just for this hypothetical in response to what anon was saying. i know i’m repeating myself a lot but i just want to make sure you get I’m not actually denying taekook) taekook have never done anything to suggest they’re together. looking at tae’s support of lgbt+ artists and hints that you take as him confirming he is or hints or videos you take as confirming taekook is real are simply how you took things in your own perspective. they’ve never done explicit baiting or fan service. they’re close and showing how close they are isn’t wrong and they aren’t at fault for what fans assume. it’s also not like taehyung has not said to “get out of your imagination” before - you cant say they tricked you purposely. what i’m trying to say is if taekook ends up being fake it is not the fault of taekook you assumed they were. yes idols often do stuff like that but taekook never have.

i hope anon and you get what i mean !!

Hi anon!

Thank you for your input. I don't think I'll agree on everything you've said, but let me cut up your ask in smaller sections a bit to discuss. I'm probably going to rant a little.

you didn’t comment on this part of anons ask so i’m not sure how you feel about it but i just wanted to give my opinion bc this ask rubbed me the wrong way.

Yeah, I try not to invalidate anyone's feelings. If someone's upset they can't really help it, even if the reason behind it might be based on bias/misinformation/whatever. I try to ease peoples mind by explaining pr-tactics, bodylanguage etc... more tangible stuff. And it's very complicated matter. There's fanservice, skinship, real connections... all those are mixed together and all of them can co-exist. I was confused about the differences between those at first as well. South Korea being very different from my own culture made this really hard to disect. So I understand why fans are confused about this. Especially with SK being homophobic and shipping between members being... normal. A lot of Kpop's standards are weird to me (being from Europe). I have a big problem with the constant mentions of dieting for instance. Young girls are so impressive and having your idols mention being on a diet so often seems wrong to me. The obvious homophobia is a big NONO. Idols not being able to date in general.... not great although maybe it does at first give them more privacy, but the backlash they get when they do get caught dating, wow! So yeah, not everything is great imo. I am very much aware though that cultures differ, and things that are weird to me are normal to them (the enlisting for instance, I've seen many fans angry at the SK govenment for having idols enlist... and it is very sad.... but then again, most of us do not live in a country that is always in a tense situation with their neighboring country, so we don't know what that feels like). I think SK is slowly catching up, but change takes time... and for a whole culture to change even more time.

There being fanservice in Kpop is not debatable. There is, plain and simple. I feel anyone who has been a fan for an extended time is aware of this. I feel most of army who aren't in an actual shipping part of fandom are real quick to point to every single act of intimacy as fanservice. The way I see it is that they make use of fanservice and skinship a lot to justify physical interactions between members. The over the top grand moments are fan service and the more subtle moments they are able to classify as skinship (which is way more normal in SK than in my country for instance). Fanservice isn't bad. Most bands and artists do fanservice, some just do it more naturally than others. Fans should know that not everything an artist does is his/her/their natural behavior... not everything is spontaneous. Artists go through media training and probably also through training to make them appeal to fans more. I use Jk's flirting in lives as an example of learned behavior, because to me those flirty comments (although hilarious) seem prepared/learned. I do think for younger fans this is hard to understand at first though. You don't want to think of your idol as someone who 'tricks' you with their learned pr-behavior. You want to feel connected on a personal level, so you ignore the business side of things. It's happening now too. I'm calling out certain pr-tactics (which is normal for any artist) and yet I get hate for it. Artists always (!) come with a portion of business, they aren't able to do what they do without it. I’m not sure fanservice is supposed to look ‘queer’, I often feel the intent initially (in kpop) was to make it look obvious that it’s fanservice, but some artists just have such great chemistry that it’s easy for fans to start believing it. And once that seed has been planted, it’s hard to get rid of. But having a ‘ship’ alive and thriving isn’t actually bad for business, so labels probably don’t mind much (and might even encourage). It keeps the ships alive, but there will always be enough of army to immediately call "Fanservice" to 'defend' their artists.

I think you are trying to say that Tae and Jk have never done anything to blatantly state that they are together. They have not been obvious about it, so us interpreting situations would have been us interpreting things wronly and therefore we are to blame for misunderstanding (did I understand you correctly). I do agree that they haven't intentionally been obvious about it. I feel very strongly that they do not intent to out themselves and that they even try to protect their relationship from being outed. There have been many moments that I feel their feelings were obvious, but we weren't supposed to pick up on those. In general, because at times they might have felt a bit more bolder, I think they want us to think they are really close friends. I do also feel though, that Tae and Jk have done fanservice (so maybe we disagree on this a bit). I think things can be both. Jk sitting on Tae's lap during the Las Vegas show to me was both fanservice and them wanting to. It’s like getting to do a part of your job that you really really enjoy. From a business perspective it would also be weird to never have Taekook do fanservice together, because they are obviously close, they are in the top physically affectionate members, and all members do fanservice on occasion. I think these things can co-exist. I feel fanservice comes so easy for Tae and Jk though, they just melt into each other. The way their bodies operate around each other is so lovely to see. Can we be mad about them doing fanservice? No, it's part of their jobs. Can we be mad at fanservice in general? Honestly, it would make fandoms lives so much easier if they were to tone that down a lot. Because it is confusing and it makes fandoms argue amongst themselves. Labels make use of that, because an argueing fandam means it’s very much alive.

they’ve never done explicit baiting or fan service.

I agree on the baiting, disagree on the fanservice. Fanservice is part of the job though, while baiting I would classify to a more personal level.

they’re close and showing how close they are isn’t wrong and they aren’t at fault for what fans assume. it’s also not like taehyung has not said to “get out of your imagination” before - you cant say they tricked you purposely. what i’m trying to say is if taekook ends up being fake it is not the fault of taekook you assumed they were. yes idols often do stuff like that but taekook never have.

Absolutely, they should definitely be able to express their closeness how they want. It's wrong to assume intimate behavior between men can't be romantic, but it's also wrong to assume intimate behavior between two men automatically makes them queer. My believe in Taekook stems from all things combined, the frequency of intimate behavoir, the body language, patterns in behavior, clues about queerness, the way I feel they were being hidden.

I don't know if my answer is satisfying, or comprehensable even... it's difficult matter and I feel I’ve just been babbling here 🙈.

#anon #taekook #not saying that western music industry is better by the way #they are meased up in many ways as well #yes this is long

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OK tumblr apparently hates me because twice now I've wrote out a relatively long slightly ramble post and it's let me click post and then just not posted, and as far as I can see there not in my drafts so, instead of that post, I will be watching all the episodes of bsd 5 tomorrow and just noting down any thoughts I have, probably mostly appreciating Ranpo and making fun of Fukuchi, because that's fun to me. However there are 2 thoughts that won't leave my head and so tumblr gets to have them.

So first of all I've seen manga panels of Dazai getting shot and presumably dying, which I guess is a spoiler but has also been all over tumblr and it looked like it was on twitter too. Quite frankly, I'm not buying it, and not just because I love Dazai and am living in denial. I've already been burned by BSD in this department of being convinced a character is dead and then bringing them back. I am, of course, talking about Margaret. I thought Akutagawa had killed her and then, a season later, she was brought back, albeit in a coma, to further a plot. Also this is Dazai, if anyone could come back from being shot in to head it's him. For all that he's suicidal and has no will to live, hes really bad at dying, which is good for those of us who like Dazai and I won't complain about that. The only people that have died and stayed so far are Oda and his orphans and Rando (I only watch anime). There may be others but I can't remember them. There were a couple characters who appeared in one episode and were killed off in the episode but everyone else has simply said no to death, which I can respect. Honestly they could get his body out of the prison and have a whole like funeral/memorial scene with all of the characters mourning him and I still wouldn't be fully convinced he's dead. So maybe it is slight denial but I stand by what I said.

My second thought was that I still feel sorry for Bram stoker. I dont care what terrible things he's done, he doesn't deserve the fate he's been given. I can just imagine Fukuchi going on and on about his plan, sounding so confident since he always has turn back time as a backup plan, and he just can't escape it. He's stuck forced to listen. That's the true evil right there.

Also I have a lot of thoughts about how Fukuchi is actually not a good villain, as in I'm not intimidated by him and don't truly see him as a threat. Like his sword is a threat, moreso when he weilds it, since he makes it more effective, but the guy himself? He should be more of a threat than he is. I'll address that tomorrow as I rewatch the episodes because its a big part of my mental commentary and making fun of Fukuchi hours. He might actually be one of the worst villains in the show. I'll address that on a later date. Another thought I'll be addressing tomorrow is my theory that Fyodor is the true leader of the Decay of Angels. Like if they had to listen to one of them regarding a plan they'd listen to Fyodor over Fukuchi. They just can't be bothered with Fukuchis attempts to murder or control them with the sword. Also, bing is my search engine and when I looked up who is the leader of the decay of angels? You know to double check it was Fukuchi, it had his name but the picture next to his name was Fyodor so do with that what you will. Anyway no more thoughts head empty.

Also if anyone has asks regarding anything to do with the BSD anime, I'd be happy to answer them because thinking about/discussing BSD is fun and I do have opinions on a lot of things

edit: change of plans. while i do still plan to do this it's gonna take a little longer. I have a blog, not a tumblr one, though, that I basically never use, so I'm gonna use that to note down any thoughts, opinions and just things in general that I feel like noting down. After I've done that, I'll share it here. Again, asks will be open and this will probably take me a while so, if anyone wants to discuss the BSD anime, feel free to send asks or messages or comment or whatever

#bsd #bungou stray dogs s5 #bungou stray dogs #bsd 5 spoilers #bsd manga #bsd manga spoilers #dazai osamu #fukuchi ouchi #bram stoker

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Is it too big whatever you're dealing with up there is it bigger than all the robots that I've indicated and everything else stop rolling folding and all that kill okay you get soft they get soft only remediation for them is 24-hour hits on a consistent basis to neuter them completely

Why is it that when I discuss these things with wavelets and wait formations I'm still in the same f****** situation outside sleeping right I'm just wondering if I'm a f****** emperor to you m************?

I'm seriously running out of f****** patience do you not see my f****** message to everyone else is this a communication that just foregone conclusion at this point.

I don't know what more I can do for you guys going forward don't ask me for anything I mean you can if you want to right but just know it's going to be equally if not more dealt with on a stronger basis.

So roam around everyday wake up around 7:00 7:30 somewhere around there catch the bus go eat breakfast sometimes at breakfast club right even during that process is a f****** pain in my ass.

You got like five six seven people that are on the bus probably not in the mornings but for the most part by the time I get to cross 15th Northwest Street there's a least 10:15 of them all surrounding me I'll give me f****** signs and messages and communicating with me not even just that right on the bus I'm inside the bus right you got cars roaming left and right trying to cross me rap me trap me f****** b******* me playing all these f****** games every f****** day right that's up to 15th and Northwest.

Now from 15th to Northwest I have to say wework primary because I know what they're going to do always do the same thing now cars are somewhat removed but they're still there and then humans are whatever they are right they're walking around in their whatever they do

I get off on Ballard after 15th 3 bus stops in front of the smoke shop right I get off and there's always somebody waiting there and then there's always trying to somebody double cross me on that specific bus stop so I walked towards Starbucks all the way into the left by the time I turn left I could hear your voice is coming on right side of behind me on my left that's just within 1 hour of less than 1 hour of me getting up.

I go into breakfast before that there's f****** police officers standing in front of the library like bagging or whatever I always bagging always asking always threatening to do all these stuff right the last time that guy f****** spit in my face they were watching that thing and making it happen and then another Russian guy comes in and tries to fight me afterwards but this f****** little adrenal than f****** Rush.

So now that's from library to the church across the street remember I can't go take a shower at that location in Ballard because those m************ are racist and their pieces of s**** right xeno and salt.

Okay so I go into the place grab get in line to grab food right all these f****** things or what happened yesterday where you going today what are you going to do tomorrow what are you going to talk about how you going to do this give us money we want to attack give me a Korean give me a Chinese I hit the f****** Chinese kill the Chinese I hate the Russians not all Russians but they're Russians Koreans are just f****** easy target so we're just going to have as many as we want all this communication on a daily f****** basis.

Ask anybody in this world or anyone else in this universe to see if anyone would go crazy based on all this conversation and listening to this on a daily basis and you f****** tell me how I should feel about you and your kind.

Let me know when you are ready to speak to me on with some honesty here it's 3:13 right now I drink some stuff I didn't know it was whatever I just drinks I really want juice these days plus milk right for you guys like my it flows through my body and it goes to you guys and I have to do this on a daily basis and I still have to sleep outside and I still have to protect people I still have to do this I still have to do that right do you see my f****** problem!

Now because of this phone I leave the f****** breakfast joint probably before 9:00 by that point I'm just worn out already I'm pissed off the food doesn't digest that all these f****** every one of these crazy m************ that ass to f****** stuff for me.

I get on the bus either to go 44 on different library or to downtown it's obviously morning right even though they're fake employees doing b******* work and surveillance and killing each other right they still get up around that time to pretend like they're actually living normally in this f****** hell hole

And all they do is f****** try to piss me off try to let me do this try to let me do that play this music that to cross over my Internet and try to roll somebody in the process they f****** say please can you just not let them know about this stuff and can you do this that and this but trend and navigate my f****** life every f****** day and all I can think about is as to why these m************ that I pay so much f****** money for that don't do s*** for me.

Can you answer my questions emporium f****** a****** f****** military m************ at US government and US f****** military Atlantic council if you're not f****** done I'm going to rip your f****** head out I'm going to blow you till you f****** can't blow anymore out of your f****** wind pipes.

Right and you're over your asking for help from me I'm forced I'm getting raped I'm hungry they beat me every night oh we're just going to put children's in front of you and then torture them but they're really robots right we're going to put these people other ethnicity groups around you so we can say oh yeah know your place you know we kill Asians all day everyday right

That's my daily journal of repeatable walkthrough and you tell me if I should be sympathetic to yours and continue to help you on a daily basis please let me know please let me know if you want me to do more for you okay better yet you want my power so you can have my powers you can have my Powers you can have everything of mine because obviously nobody f****** cares and this is why I guess so f****** frustrated and pissed and angry and just

I'm tired I'm done I want to leave this world I got I'm so tired of you guys I'm tired of humans I'm tired of being I'm tired of everything I f****** quit everything okay f*** you imperiums f*** you China f*** you Russia f*** you USA f*** you especially you f****** Korean piece of s*** m************

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marcholasmoth · 2 years

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OSRR: 3052

today was really productive.

i woke up to my alarm this morning! and then i fell back asleep. and then i woke up again not too long after! and i took my meds because i'd brought them upstairs with me last night because i knew i wasn't gonna wanna get out of bed to go get them but i needed to take them still, so i kept them by my bed. which was a great idea.

and then after taking then i fell back asleep again for an hour.

when i woke up, it was about 11:30 and mom asked me for help decorating, which i was planning on doing anyway, so i got up and showered and made my way downstairs to help decorate. mom gave me a working time of 45 minutes so i could get to work on my paper, and in that hour we got stuff organized and put up and problems solved and i'm pretty happy with how things look, even though we're definitely missing a box of greenery. i have some lights to put up soon, so hopefully the snow we've gotten today melts. which i doubt it will very much, but tomorrows supposed to be in the mid 30s and it'll be in the 40s later this week, so it probably will. who knows.

anyway, i spent the day editing the 54-page group document for our capstone. as the 4th person exiting it, i was shocked to see how many problems were left. repeated words, improperly hyphenated words, and missing citations, along with poorly formatted end citations, which i fixed all of, some of which entirely. that was fun.

but i got it done in time for our 5pm class meeting before our presentation tomorrow, so that was good.

and then i volunteered to cover the small business section. so i gotta do that tomorrow. eh.

and after dinner, after i finished up doing some other things and looking at rings because mom saw that someone got engaged and i was like "i picked out the ones i want, wanna see?" so we looked at them for a while.

i also helped mom move some empty boxes out of the way so it's less cluttered around the house, and james took our cars one by one to fix them in some way, and i learned i'll need new brakes which shouldn't be terrible, and i'll need a new something else which i anticipate being more expensive. but the good news is that i have some money i can use to pay for things, so that's good. it was nice being able to pay for tires myself.

and then, after all that, it had started to snow, and i switched tasks to the discussion posts i had left to do for my capstone. i had my textbook open so i could understand what i was supposed to be looking at, which didn't end up helping so much as google searches and looking at what my classmates commented. so i got all of those remaining posts done, so the last thing to do for my capstone is that presentation tomorrow. and then it's done. and all i'll have left is the few pieces that go to my paper for my other class. and then i'll be done. i'm so excited.

in the meantime, i've been so busy i haven't texted joel in a couple days, but i have thought about him. mostly in passing, though, like "joel would enjoy this," or "this reminds me of joel," and most frequently "i miss my joel :c" but i haven't reached out besides the other day of asking "do you need anything." i assume he's okay. he would tell me if he weren't, if for no other reason than he'd need a ride somewhere or need someone to watch the dog for a bit. joel is funny, but i understand. how babies have object impermanence, i have people impermanence. if they're not there and i'm not constantly reminded of them, i forget they're there. so i understand not reaching out. it's just. people don't exist if they're not in my top messages on here, facebook, snapchat, over text, or on discord. womp womp.

oh well. i'm fine. just tired. time to sleep.

#molly rambles #operation srr #osrr #3000s #3050s #sunshine boy

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Who stays there because she wants to go down and thief and she made a mistake and it was for it and it is his grandma and she died fully and it's going to happen coming up within the month or less and it's terrifyingly bad for a lot of people it's gross and what's going on out there soon is really gross and it's not really a place for a casino at all people say it too it's too far out there I don't see anything can happen it is and it brings me to the current topic that muto is going to arrive tomorrow morning in Las Vegas and they're trying to get the money out of there now my son's money no my husband LOL and me and that's what it is and they're moving on it and it will occur not that long time from now. And where we're sitting and waiting for it Hawaii and is daytime now and night time happens really around 2:00 a.m. . And it starts then and they do arrive at night and they stay there pretty much all night and they fly to Vegas before it's light out it's really the only state for a few hours and they go to Vegas and they hide somehow and they start having babies and he's there attending to the babies and they're not the ones in Japan know that explode those are taradacral. I see something too it's hard to narrate and he's having a lot of trouble staying awake and getting enough rest and eating right and it's not because of us he says and we know they are harassing all the time and we need assistance he's getting a little punchy it's been grumpy for the week and we do know why people are pestering him all the time it's really awful these people are very mean to him I see there's been saying these people would be less mean so I'm requesting assistance

Hera

It's been a little mean but he's saying it to everybody please curtail it cut to go to the point I do understand what you're saying we're discussing things but you know I'm the one who can trail off on the one speaking on this I do get that too is this place to trail off it's hard to get the message out I'm going to put that out there

And I'll see what he's saying he can trail off and watch poetic it's his website thing if we want so we can do it on ours so it makes a lot of sense what a wonderful day and we have sold way too many bikes we'll never make that many it's legitimate sales and we're putting it out and we have shops all over the world want to have a dealerships and restaurants and saloons usually all together and sometimes the campground and we're getting offers now finally it's evil but that's what they want to do

Thor Freya

We have 20 million offers already and that's ridiculous I don't think we can screen all those people or even where do we start and it says what they've done so we can start with that and people in front of motorcycle sales and we're going to do that now

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I'm a little put out but really is blabbing on your fall asleep and people don't notice it it really is tiring here and he didn't want to fall asleep today but you just completely zonched. He was surprised by it but it was exhausted

Hera

So higher level oxygen is not used to it and he is breathing it in breathing in and also need fell asleep because that's what it does and heals you but it does put you to sleep and he's had some things that healed up and we saw it and it fell off him literally thought it was a bug and it's happening to him again shortly cuz he's going to get a boost of it from the wind that's coming in and the wind will slow down but the oxygen will increase shortly and when people go out for diamonds it's going to increase because of the blowing in and they'll destroy a lot of soil but mostly probably won't go away the plant life is because they need it and they don't bubble up right there at the ledge they bubble up somewhere else not saying where huge number of boats are going out there now but yeah it's about 25% right now it's going up to 30 we think maybe beyond everyone's going to fall asleep

Thor Freya

It's not good for some people they get drunk and they go around and say stupid things and hurt themselves and others here and we have to move in because that's what will happen and that's already and it releases a lot poisoning into their system and it kills a lot of people cuz they're very sick

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So here is a small post of mine with some infos about what I'm going to do during the whole month of June before Stranger Things 4 releases.

I will not be able to be with you during your experience of the show because I have some IRL matters I will have to take care of during Pride month that will not so be Pride month for me. Don't worry I will come back at some point, but it will probably after Vol. 2. releases. Which will be around the start of July.

So it means that by tomorrow, even today, I will take a long break from the Stranger Things fandom as it's going to take too much of time that I need to use for other stuff.

Which means no reactions, analyses, theories or thoughts during that time, I will be completely absent. It will also allow me to have some form of a break to reorganise and prepare myself when I come back.

In the meantime, I'll ask all of you to please not send me any spoilers, asks, messages or other things to me since if I am able to experience the season, I want it to be with my own interpretation of it. Especially if it's with the full body of work.

So shhh, my comrades... My return will come soon enough.

I also know there are many posts that I was supposed to make but that I saved somewhere else depending on what The Duffers do in Season 4 & revamped and put it together with another post to make things shorter. Some of these posts contain diffcult topics and subjects and I want to wait and see if Stranger Things 4 even tries or dares to go there.

They already know but the people I am the most connected to here knows that I will ask and wait for different opinions about if Season 4 is really worth to watch. Because the uncertainty about it's quality and what they will do sometimes can be extremely draining, so I will ask some thoughts about what they think of it. I don't want to experience something unpleasant for me especially if it is that long. It's still highly likely that I'll watch it no matter how displeased I am with it, because I know myself in saying something but doing another.

Plus it'll also allow me to not experience whatever frenzy or insanity Vol. 1. and possibly Vol. 2. will give birth to. No ship wars and endless stupid discourses that I just cannot stand no matter how hard I tried to. Plus the animosity with whatever comes with which content people are going to get and the reaction to some new and old theories too.

If some people were right or wrong about some things, than they were right or wrong about those things. We should just prepare it and accept it, no matter how much we don't like it. (😏...) But if we are right or wrong about some things, than we will be right or wong about those thing. I don't think there's any need, at least for me anymore, to try and get into petty fights even if you disagree or don't like what's being done or said. That goes for people outside from here and us too. (You can be a bit smug if you are right about some things, we'll allow you that... 😏 Especially if it was extremely unpopular and met with animosity.) But I think it'd be better now if we move on from it because it gets nowhere everytime.

As for the others who don't follow me for Stranger Things, don't worry I will still be here and post some reviews about shows and movies I was supposed to do or am supposed to do. It won't take too long compared to Stranger Things that's why but don't expect too many reblogs or long discussions. Just one review for the most part and then I am gone. Better Call Saul here we come!

But don't worry I will come back, as I always do. 😏 Until then I hope you enjoy whatever you can enjoy until we get really interesting and weird once again.

But until then... See you soon! ✌Or should I say...

˙ǝpᴉs ɹǝɥʇo ǝɥʇ uo noʎ ǝǝs

P.S. And I don't want to hear or see that stupid word we said we shall not use anymore when I come back Byler shippers! I'm warning you...

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thiserichann · 4 years

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cookies and cream - lee jeno

reader x jeno

genre: smut, strangers to fuck buddies, humor if you squint hard enough

word count: 4k-ish

warnings: recklessness (she met with a stranger online, don’t do it kids) excessive lying, 18+ scenes that includes: oral (f receiving) face riding, soft dom!jeno?

This is merely a work of fiction and is not meant to hurt the image of Jeno and NCT. Again, don’t be as reckless as OP. This was just a fantasy of mine that I’ve been dying to get out of my system.

Holy fuck.

That's the only word that you've managed to utter when you decided to check your messages that morning.

You got bored in the middle of the class and decided to sneak a peek on your phone to pass the time. The class is recorded anyways so you can always just go back to the parts of the lessons that you've missed.

But holy fuck.

You never expected to see THAT so early in the morning.

"Miss Y/N?"

You snapped back to reality and stopped malfunctioning for a second when somebody called your name. Everyone including your professor remained quiet and all eyes are on you.

"Oh. Sir what’s the question again?"

You answered nervously as you tried to review your notes and backtrack on what he is discussing a few moments ago.

"I see that you're distracted in the middle of my class again. Mind sharing what you're occupied with?"

"Uhm. I was watching KPOP fancams, sir."

"Fancams won't get you into law school, Miss Y/N. Phones off please."

You tucked your phone back to your pocket and never picked it up again since. The professor started blabbering again but no information is being retained on your head. It stayed that way at your other classes.

You wished you were looking at some KPOP fancams earlier. You’ve watched fancams at class before and got away with it unscathed.

Oh no. It was a goddamn dick pic.

A good one, too.

It was from a guy that you met in a kink site a few days ago. You created the account out of boredom and expected nothing to come out from it. It’s all the flirting and sexting without all the unnecessary commitment

It only took you a few minutes to set up an account. For some privacy, you made a random birthdate and a random nickname, because like hell would you share your real information to these people. You also picked a racy picture of a lady that looked a bit like you and passed it off as your own.

Within minutes, your inbox is flooded with messages. Most of them, however, are from men who are old enough to be your father.

Well, you were bored, so you entertained everyone and then went on back to your boring, vanilla life. A few political history and theory books later, you went back to see which ones messaged you on the site.

And that's where you've met him.

The most gorgeous piece of meat alive.

He seems like a nice guy. He introduced himself as LJ and your age aren’t that far off from each other. LJ is the only one who actually engaged in conversation besides "want to fuck?" or "are you horny?"

As soon as you started messaging back and forth, you scrolled on his profile to see what he looks like. The only thing is, his profile looked a whole lot like those high fashion male underwear photoshoots.

It was an array topless pictures (presumably his, you just can’t be bothered to check if it is actually his). It featured his sculpted abs and biceps, cropped up all the way to his full lips. Despite not seeing his whole face, you knew very well that he’s a hunk. To say you were intrigued is an understatement.

Since then, you've been talking back and forth through Snapchat (your secret one because you're not stupid) and sent him actual pictures of yourself, completely omitting the face. You took one from your bed, your bathtub, and probably every part of your house that you felt is sexy enough to be included on the pics.

You can't tell him if it's him or the repressed sexual urges finally manifesting itself after more than a year of not getting laid, but every text to and from him made your heart race. It was something that you looked forward to every hour everyday.

Hours went by that you totally forgot leaving him on read. You climbed up to your bed to rest your back to the headboard and opened your unread messages.

You: Hey svlr. School stuff.

He opened the chat and started typing right away.

LJ: Oh good. I thought I did something wrong to upset you.

You: Not at all. I loved the pic by the way. It literally knocked my socks off.

LJ: Just the socks?

You: You can take the rest of it off yourself ;)

You scoffed. The flirty banter has always been there ever since you started talking but nothing really came out of it.

LJ: If only I could :(

You: I know. Covid’s a bitch.

You set your phone aside for a second to go to the bathroom. On your way, you picked up some snacks at the fridge and sat back down to your bed, only to find your phone blowing up.

LJ: If you're down maybe we could meet

LJ: It's totally fine if you don't want to

LJ: I just made it weird, didn't I?

LJ: I'm so sorry I brought it up in the first place

LJ: I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable

LJ: Hello?

LJ: I'm really sorry

You: Chill. I'm right here

You: I just went to the bathroom

LJ: Oh

You: I'd be lying if I said I don't want to meet you as well

You: Well... I wouldn't write off the idea

You: But with the Covid

LJ: Thoughts?

You: I don't think it's a great idea

The screen says Seen right at the bottom but it took him a couple more minutes before finally replying.

LJ: I understand

LJ: But in case you change your mind, I'll leave the time and place up to you

LJ: I’ll take care of the rest

LJ: Deal?

You: I'll sleep on it.

You: Speaking of sleep, I gotta go. Morning class.

LJ: Okay. I guess this is good night then

You didn't, in fact, talk to him the day after.

You'd be lying if you said that you didn't want to see him and his abs in real life. But as someone who overthinks a lot, you just can't shake off the risk.

You: Good night. Talk to you tomorrow.

What if he's not really the guy in the pics? Or he’s psycho in real life? What if he's infected the virus?

You sighed.

Why must some global pandemic ruin your sex life?

You waited until the end of the day before you finally replied to LJ. The last thing that he texted was a brief good morning from earlier in the day and nothing else. He’s actually a pretty sweet guy, totally not worth ghosting, and you actually liked talking to him as a friend that you can share your sentiments with.

With your guilt finally eating you up, you took a break from your assigned readings and sat back at your bed to rest for the day. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a minute, thinking of something to say to him. It took you a few tries before finally hitting the send button.

You: So, I thought about it

LJ: And?

You: I need to know I can trust you

LJ: Okay. How?

You: I don’t know. Send me a proof that you’re real. Get tested?

You: Is that fine with you?

Within a split second, he sent his reply.

He actually did it.

You couldn’t believe it but he actually did it.

LJ: Consider it done.

He got tested for physical, including the virus test, and passed with flying colors. He even sent you a vid of him inside a medical clinic.

He just sent the uncensored results this morning where you can clearly see his real name.

Lee Jeno.

LJ.

Seems legit.

Well, the uncreative nickname shouldn’t matter now because the results meant only one thing.

You’re gonna have to push through with your promise.

You got ready around noon that day. You can’t remember the last time that you actually got ready to meet someone that’s not a delivery guy or a relative passing on something to your family.

As someone who overthinks a lot, you actually got everything covered. You picked a place near a restaurant to eat. The police station is just a few blocks away just in case something happens, and right in front of a library…

“Where’re are you off to?”

You raised your backpack to show to your mother.

“I’m off to the library. I needed to get these renewed. Maybe pick up a novel or two.”

She looks at you from head to toe, eyeing that incredibly loose hoodie, faded denim jeans, some worn out sneakers that looked like it’s supposed to be thrown away years ago and a medical mask that covers about ¾ of your bare face. It’s just your usual attire whenever you go out for errands.

She just nodded and went back to watching her favorite soap opera.

“It’s nice that you’re out of your room for once. Take some cookies from the kitchen so you’ll have something to eat in case you get hungry.”

… as an alibi to get away from your strict parents.

As soon as you left the door and made sure that you’re out of sight, you found the nearest public toilet and grabbed a whole other outfit from your backpack. The hoodie is replaced by a white, ruffled see-through blouse and you ditched the jeans for a tight skirt that’s at least four inches above your knees. You tousled your hair a little bit and put on some powder and tiny hint of lipstick before putting your facemask back on again.

It’s been a while since you’ve done an elaborate scheme like this. Your skills got a little bit rusty, but they always work.

Sometimes you wonder if you’re really meant to be lawyer or a criminal instead.

You stepped out of the toilet and blended right back into society.

Now all you have to do is find wherever the hell LJ is.

Jeno sat anxiously as he waited for you right inside the café. He’s on his fourth cup of coffee but it didn’t do anything to calm his nerves down (geez I wonder why).

You: I’m almost at the café.

He’s been staring at his phone the whole time. Once he received your message, which is a pic of you in the bathroom after the outfit change, he almost choked on his drink.

This message sent him on a panic as he turned his camera on to see how he looked. He did some minor adjustments to his hair and he wiped off his eyeglasses clean with the sleeves of his hoodie (which did nothing for him by the way) and then casually sat down and played it off cool like he hasn’t been waiting for you for over an hour.

On your perspective, you walked inside the café and looked around for LJ. Fortunately, there was only guy inside the café, twiddling with his phone on his hands and as he kept on peeking through the glass windows as if he’s looking for someone.

From afar, he actually looked really cute. His appearance, a shy, nerdy dude with glasses, looked way off from the fuckboy image that you expected him to have in reference to the messages that you’ve been getting from him.

It’s always the quiet ones that are kinky. You should know, you are one.

You walked over to his table and tapped his shoulders to get his attention.

He froze for a moment before he finally managed to turn around and face you.

“You’re actually here.”

“I know. I’m just as surprised as you are.”

tap tap tap tap

The room is so quiet that the only thing you can hear is the sound of your heels tapping against the tiled floor. You can say that that is one of your observable annoying habits tapping your foot on the floor when you're a nervous wreck.

Sighing in retaliation, you removed your hoodie, fanning yourself as you tried to relax and get comfy on the hotel couch (which should be comfortable enough since you paid a shit ton of money on that room), switching the TV on to get your mind off of things. The lackluster array of shitty sitcoms didn’t distract you at all, but it instead reminded you of the reasons why you’re in that room in the first place.

Having nothing to do to pass the time, you paced back and forth in the room, finally sitting down once you realized that it looks way worse than you just tapping your foot. You folded your arms right across your chest, looking at the watch from time to time but the hands of the clock seem to be moving slower the more you stare at it.

Quarantine started almost a year ago and it's been very hard for you. Sexually. It's been almost a year since you've been touched by a man and you’re more than ready to jump on anyone’s dick at any this point,

Too bad that that dick is taking his sweet time in the bathroom.

tap tap tap tap

Your foot found its rhythm once again, only this time, you’re not nervous anymore. Your patience is wearing thin.

As if summoned by the constant tapping, the guy comes out of the bathroom, just casually drying himself while wearing nothing but the towel dangerously hanging on his waist and a boyish smile on his lips.

No biggie.

"Hey."

Suddenly, you’re not tapping anymore.

Head empty, just thoughts of a hot guy patting down a towel all over his toned body.

“I hope I didn’t make you wait for too long.”

He spoke, tossing aside the towel on his hands on the sofa, finally giving you a full view of him and all his glory.

You must admit, you’re skeptical at first. The guy that’s been sending you faceless thirst traps just days ago, telling you how he’d fuck you senseless looked a lot different from the guy who entered the hotel room just a moment ago.

He came in wearing those black oversized hoodies that did a great job in hiding his best features. His hair was a bit long for your taste, covering half of his face while the face mask hid the other.

But this man right here in front you, he’s Adonis.

You unconsciously bit your lower lip, earning a chuckle from the guy.

“I’m guessing that you’d like to start now?”

You nodded, the tension and awkwardness rendering you unable to speak.

He smiles as he takes the remote from you, turning off the television because the main show is about to start.

You started to tense up again, eyes wide as you realized that he’s now right beside you, wrapping his arms around you as soon as he sat down. He leans over, soft lips coming into contact with your exposed neck and shoulders, landing small pecks all over.

You sat there breathless as he slowly ran his fingers to the side of your thighs, tracing circles at it while giving small, reassuring kisses on your neck and shoulders. It’s as if he’s asking you for your consent, waiting for you to open up to him before he makes a move.

He got his answer when you turned around to face him, running your fingers into his cheeks before cupping his face, your lips finally touching his. He moved in the same pace as earlier, slow and calculating. You got a bit impatient once again, biting his lower lips gently to let him know that he can do more.

He grabbed you by the waist and successfully placed you on top of him. The kiss got even more sloppy as you ran your hands through nape, then into his soft locks. His hands travelled once again, finger running through legs again, stopping as soon as he reached the hem of your skirt, flipping it up to reveal the thin lace material that barely covered your core. You took that as initiative to remove the towel on his waist and grinded against his growing member, the friction and heat enough to earn a groan out of him.

He held your waist once again, firmly this time, halting your movement completely.

You broke away from the kiss, staring him in the eyes to read his face.

“Something wrong?”

“Hold tight.”

You were about to ask about what hold tight mean, but your arms cling unto him involuntarily as he lifts the both of you out of the sofa.

Jeno laid you gently in the bed, making sure not to break eye contact as he does so. He looked like he's about to eat you alive, which is enough to send flush to your cheeks.

“I would’ve loved to bend you over that sofa, but I think it’s just proper that our first time will be on the bed.”

"God. You're beautiful."

He then ran his fingers towards the thin fabric of your blouse, feeling every part of your torso like he's memorizing every detail of it. His hands then travelled in your chest, squeezing the swell of your breasts on each hand, fingers shaking as he does so. It felt like an artist admiring his delicate work of art.

He situated himself between your legs, taking a moment to admire you first before doing anything else.

He started to run his hand on your cleavage and stopped on the uppermost button of your blouse, taking his time to remove all of them and placing a kisses at the exposed skin. After all of the buttons are taken care of, you lifted your body up and slid off the fabric. Your black lacy bra finally made its appearance. You took the liberty of taking that off too, as slow and as you possibly can.

Jeno just stared at your body in awe, breathing heavily as his eyes scanned your naked glory.

"Gorgeous."

He said under this breath before leaning down to claim your lips once again. You're turned on by how much attention he's giving your body now. You're usually loud in bed but his gestures are making you bashful. You've never felt this beautiful before.

You can feel his hands trembling as it travels all over your body, his kisses getting even more needy. There was moans of satisfaction every time he would lick your lips. Jeno was kissing you like you were oxygen and he needed to breath.

His hands travelled south, running across your thigh and your now aching core. You're about to remove your skirt and underwear but he stopped your hands midway.

"Keep it."

He took your hands away from your skirt and placed them just above your head.

"Just sit there and relax baby. Let me treat you."

You did just like he told you and gave him full control of your body.

"Good girl."

His lips brushed your ears, whispering sweet nothings about how beautiful you are under him. His kisses then went down to your neck, using his tongue and teeth, marking everything he can get his mouth on with his saliva. Meanwhile, his hands finally touched you down there, massaging your still clothed wetness.

His middle and index finger felt your slit, moving it in swift motion in search for your clit.

"Oh my god. That's it."

You gasped as his fingers finally hit the right spot, tossing your head back as his fingers made circles at your bundle or nerves.

You opened your legs more, leaning on your arms on your back, head tossed back and eyes closed as you feel your impending orgasm.

He dipped his hand inside your underwear and collected some of your essence with his fingers. The mental picture of him licking his fingers deliciously is enough to get you off for weeks.

It didn't take long before he took your panties off and his ducked his head down. He opened your legs once again and licked one long stripe on your core, making sure to taste all of you. You sat there and watch as he hungrily takes all of you in his mouth, acting like your pussy is a full course meal and he's been starving for years.

Within moments, you've become a moaning, toe curled mess. You ran your fingers to his blonde hair, guiding him on how to move his tongue and fingers on you. At one point, he bit some of your sensitive skin, making you scream a string of curses under your breath.

"Stop stop stop."

You grab a fistful of his hair and he paused from what he was doing. You pushed him gently away from you, leaving him staring at you confusedly. The confusion didn't last long when you flipped your current position, you're now on top.

"Can I ride your face?"

At this point, you're bold and horny enough to use your words and ask him. He just nodded, sliding himself from underneath you and went back to eating you like a champ. You grabbed his hands and placed them across your chest, squeezing your breasts to send him a message. He was quick to pick up and followed suit, pinching your nipples right in between fingers while your ride his face to orgasm.

"Shit. I'm coming..."

You writhed from above him as you come undone. Your body felt cold all over. Your eyes are ringing, feeling dizzy as you almost passed out while you bucked your hips a few more times to milk your release.

You didn’t have time to recover when you heard your phone ringing from outside. Your legs felt a little shaky and you almost tumbled and hit your head in the wall if Jeno didn’t help you get up. You sat down on the floor, butt-ass naked as you frantically searched for your phone from under all of your stuff before you finally pressed the answer button.

“Yes mom?”

“Where have you been? Your father’s been looking for you at the library. He’s picking you up on your way home.”

You buried your head on the couch to shake off the buzzing feeling on your head. You placed a pillow on your body while you searched for your discarded clothes all over the hotel room.

“Oh yeah. I went to the café and got something to eat. Tell Dad I’ll meet him outside the library.”

“Okay sweetie. Can you pick up some groceries on your way back? I’ll text you the list.”

“Yeah mom. Bye.”

You breathe a sigh of relief as you started putting on the outfit that you wore when you left home.

“Where are you going?”

Jeno reluctantly got dressed as well, his shy demeanor came back as soon as he wore his glasses and fixed his hair.

“I got to go, Jeno. I’m sorry that I’m leaving in such a bad time…”

You went over to him and placed a sweet kiss on his lips.

“I promise to make it up to you next time, okay? I’d love to meet you again.”

You grabbed a paper bag from your backpack and handed it to him, waving as you bolted out the door.

After fixing his things, he sat down for a moment and took a quick peek inside the package that you left him.

It was a ziplock bag of full of cookies and a whole other treat.

You left him your two-piece lace lingerie.

To be continued.

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| 3am Calls |

Alex Quackity x Reader, Oneshot!

Word Count: 1700

Warnings: None! Just some fluff.

Summary: Unable to fall asleep, you reach out to a friend in order to help ease you into peaceful slumber.

The seconds are passing quickly, 1am turns to 2am, and it doesn't take long for 3am to hit. Stirring around in bed doesn't make the restlessness stop, the little sheeps jumping around your head fall and get back up, attempting once again to lure you to sleep, but it doesn't work. You find yourself staring up at your ceiling, hands resting on your stomach. There is a stinging in your eyes that lets you know you are indeed tired, yet when your eyes finally close, they can't seem to stay that way. These restless nights had been going on for a while, yet you didn't want to be a bother and reach out to any of your friends. Who knew if they were either sleeping or had better things to do. You wouldn't be finding out any time soon. But.. perhaps tonight it wouldn't hurt to reach out. You felt lonely just staring up at your ceiling, and your own thoughts were eating up at you, making the restlessness feel even worse.

You reach out for your phone, turning it on and immediately being blinded by the bright light. Once your eyes became accustomed to the light, you opened messages and took a glance at all the people you had sent some to. A certain someone definitely caught your eye, but you really weren't sure if he'd be up, considering some days he'd wake up super early. He was a busy man, and fitting into his schedule could be a bit difficult. After some thought and the skin of your bottom lip slowly being bitten off, there was a single message sent.

y/n

It was too late to consider his possible sleeping state or the embarrassment that might overtake you in the morning when you get a text with something along the lines of "i was asleep. sorry". You run a hand down your face, deciding to accept your fate and that your luck ran out. Perhaps you'd go back to counting sheep.

alex ((:

The notification casted a bright light on your face, but this time it was welcome. Your finger quickly clicked on it, taking you to the message app.

y/n

did i wake you up by any chance?

alex ((:

i was editing a video, dw

why are you up?

"i don't know." you said out loud as you read the message. "i really don't know.." a small frown appeared on your lips as you texted back:

y/n

can't sleep

alex ((: ahh, is that where i come in?

y/n perhaps.. if you don't mind ofc

alex ((: call me

The message caught you by surprise. Of course you had talked to him on the phone before, but never this late. Never without it being planned beforehand. Never this sudden. Not because you couldn't sleep. Millions of thoughts rushed through your head as you stared at the message. call me. How could one possibly say no to that?

You cleared your throat before pressing on his contact and clicking on the call button. Soon enough, the sound of ringing could be heard, and you held your breath. Of course, he would answer, but you couldn't help the nervous feeling of talking to him this late, and just.. randomly.

"hello?"

Your breath hitched slightly at the sudden halt of the ringing, and the smooth sound of his voice. It didn't sound like it usually did. His voice wasn't full of energy, like it is when he's screaming at his screen or joking around with friends. It was calm, and sounded like he was a bit tired. Who could blame him? He was up editing at 3 in the morning. And here you were, making him talk on the phone rather than encouraging he get some sleep.

"Hi.." you said as a small smile formed on your lips at the thought of how hardworking this man was. "How's the editing going?"

"Mm.. it's going pretty well. I'll probably upload it by tomorrow. I'm planning on just working on it for a bit more before heading to bed." He stated, to which you let out a small hum, "That's good. It's important that you get your rest."

Now it was his turn to let out a small hum of approval. "What's keeping you up?" He asked. You closed your eyes, letting his voice ring and echo inside your head, letting the calmness his voice carried take over you, making you feel calm as well. "To be honest, I don't know. Whenever I close my eyes I just can't seem to doze off."

"Well, do you wanna keep me company while I finish editing? We can talk about random stuff until I bore you enough for you to knock out."

His words made you let out a small chuckle, shaking your head before realizing he couldn't see you. "You could never bore me." You admitted, thinking about his previous words for a few seconds. "That sounds good, actually. If you don't mind.."

"I offered it, didn't I?"

You hum in response. "True.. its settled then."

He let out a small chuckle in response, and the sound alone made you smile. You took a moment to really think about what was happening. You'd keep each other company until either he finished or his soft voice lulled you to sleep, and you'd talk about random stuff. It was a sweet deal.

As you lay in bed, you could hear the clicking sounds his keyboard made when he typed or when he'd move his mouse around while editing the clips. During small moments of peaceful silence, you could hear his steady breathing or light humming.

You'd asked how his day was and listened as he talked about how busy he'd been lately, some of the stuff he had planned for the upcoming month, and how his hard work would let him relax for a few days.. soon. Just hearing how hard he was working and how genuinely excited he sounded about everything he talked about made a warm feeling appear on your chest.

You gave small comments here and there, asking if he could expand on certain projects that caught your attention, as well as asking how he was keeping up with school work. He gladly answered all your questions, but always made sure to ask, "What about you?"

You hadn't noticed that it was mostly him talking, besides your occasional comment. You were just happy to listen to him speak so passionately about everything he did, and to be completely honest, the calm tone in his voice was also making you feel sleepy.

But you'd never deny that it made you feel so.. included. Yes, this was a 1 on 1 call but he always managed to make you feel like your inputs mattered just as much as everyone else's. It was one of his qualities that you adored wholeheartedly.

It could be during a stream, a group call, or even group chat. He always made sure that everybody felt included. He was just that sweet.

So even if you were now half asleep, you always made sure to respond and also tell him how your day went and what you had been up to. It was nice just being able to talk about simple things like that with him so late.

"I think I'm gonna stop editing for tonight. Just have a few things left but fuck, my eyes are killing me." He finally stated after a questionable discussion.

"As you should. You work too hard.. give your eyes a well deserved rest." You said, slightly rubbing at your eyes. The faint sound of shuffling and a few clicks could be heard, presumably him turning off his PC and heading to his bed.

A few more shuffling sounds could be heard before he spoke again. "I know. Thank you, Y/N. You always remind me how important it is that I take care of myself." The smile was evident in his voice, and he sounded way closer than before.

"Of course.. that's what I'm here for."

"I'll remind you too. Don't worry."

"Thank you, Alex." Small pause. "Are you gonna head to bed now?" You looked at how long the call had been going for and realized it had been well over an hour, making your eyes widen slightly.

"I could. Orrrr I could keep talking to you."

"You could.. but you should also head to bed and-"

"I'm already in bed. Got my blankets covering me and everything. Tucked in."

"Did you tuck yourself in? I should do it for you next time." You joked, before realizing you might have overstepped some boundaries. You froze as the call remained silent for a bit.

"Maybe you should– But you're not really down."

Your body relaxed as you realized his response had the same joking tone as yours did, and that it was okay to joke around about this stuff. You let out a small scoff.

"I'm not down? I will gladly go tuck you in. Just send your location and I'll be there in 5 minutes."

His voice had gotten raspy, quieter, and even more soothing if even possible. Each of his responses seemed to calm you more and more with each passing second.

"Well I'm already tucked in so you missed out on that opportunity." He boldly stated.

"We could tuck each other in next time." You said with a smile on your lips, and that earned a small chuckle from him. "Maybe." He hummed in response.

You felt so elated at that moment. You'd had a wonderful conversation with Alex, and he'd managed to make you feel more relaxed. At that moment, you found your eyelids fluttering shut, and at last they didn't force themselves open again.

Alex had been trying to get comfy himself while you were falling asleep. When he realized the silence had gone on for too long, he listened closely for any sound coming from you, and was only met with steady breaths.

"Y/N..?" He asked, quietly this time. Nothing. He let out a small hum, a small smile on his lips at the realization that you had fallen asleep. "Goodnight, Y/N."

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