#SCROLL AWAY. EXIT THE TAB. EXIT THE APP!!!

[lovinglin]

I honestly need to discipline myself more to just, look away whenever I stumble on something I don't like.

[olsenmyolsen]

Chapter Fifteen: Long Distance Calls

The Farmer's Daughter - (A WandaNat Story)

Masterlist . Tag list: @xenaizogie

Summary: Natasha talks to her best friend, Clint Barton, about life and Wanda.

Word Count: 2.1K

Content: Feelings, WLW, Panic Attacks, PTSD, Crying, Talks, Soft Wanda

Natasha woke up in the middle of the night disoriented and thirsty. Like she needed cold, refreshing water or she'd die type of thirst.

So, as Natasha rose and stumbled around in the dark with only the moonlight as her guide toward her mini fridge, she realized a few things.

One. She was still naked.

Two. Wanda was gone, along with her dirty clothes and towel.

Three. Freezing cold water had never tasted so good. But it still came in second to what Natasha had earlier. (Wanda)

Natasha took a deep breath after chugging her water and walked back to her bed. Collapsing onto it as her body was exhausted from the previous day's events. Yet, Natasha still reached over and grabbed her phone.

1:13 am.

She squinted as her phone's brightness blinded her before her eyes adjusted and turned it down. Natasha went to an app on her phone and turned on her smart bulb so she didn't have to get up.

While Natasha's body was tired, her mind was now alive, and she knew she wouldn't be getting sleep soon. So she decided to check what notifications she had missed.

Several were from Wanda.

Wanda😊

im texting you as you're passed out next to me in bed and omg Natasha you look so cute.

im ngl i took so many pictures of you

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i would set an alarm for you for later but idk your password. omg if you read this later just so you know I'm not asking for it i was just saying. Promise!!! 🫶

okay i was kinda hoping you'd wake up by now but you seemed exhausted so im just going to let you sleep. i have to get going dinner is soon and knowing my mother she'll want to do a whole thing because mr. quicksilver being back. so if you're not awake when i come back to grab your laundry i just want you to know that these last couple of hours we spent together were fucking enchanting Natasha... i love how you made me feel... we can talk more later 😘

that was me kissing your forehead in case that wasn't clear

Pietro asked me where I went I said with you to the creek! just so you know

Natasha stared at the words on her screen and read them again and again. It wasn't a dream. She and Wanda had spent the later afternoon tangled in one another.

Natasha covered her mouth and shifted in her bed with a giddy smile. She hadn't felt this way in so long... but as her mind replayed Wanda's touches, hips, thighs, and whispered sighs. She came back to her PTSD attack, and her smile slowly disappeared.

It had been four months since Natasha's last one, which forced her to let out a tired sigh. She opened her notes app and went to a specific tab. Natasha wrote yesterday's date in between the lined rows.

The above dates traced back to five years ago.

Natasha exited the app, and before she could doom scroll anymore or get trapped inside her mind, her phone started to buzz.

It was Clint Barton calling her.

Natasha answered the phone at a rapid pace. It had been weeks since she last spoke to him. Days since she last tried contacting him. She missed her friend. "Clint!" She exclaimed as the call finally connected.

"Natasha?" He answered, sounding confused in turn, making Natasha confused. "Clint?" She said as her eyebrows furrowed. "Natasha!" Clint responded.

To the outside world, this must've been the dumbest way to start a conversation.

But this was just Natasha and Clint.

"Yeah! Hey!" Natasha answered. "Where the hell are you!?" She could loudly hear a helicopter behind Clint as he did his best to move away from the noise. "Hey! Sorry, I didn't get back to you sooner!" Clint yelled back before he was far enough away. "Couldn't talk while en route to base. Plus, my phone got destroyed."

Natasha lightly laughed. "Of course." If memory serves her, this would be his sixth phone since she'd known him. Clint smiled on the other side of the call. He, too, missed Natasha's voice. In actuality, he missed having his best friend on base, but long-distance calls would have to do. "So, am I allowed to know where you're at?" Natasha asked.

"Afraid not. It's a hot zone. Shouldn't even be making calls, honestly." Clint looked around even though he wouldn't get into significant trouble.

Just a normal amount.

Natasha hummed. She had been in his shoes before. "Speaking of... what are you doing up Natasha?" Clint intrigued. "You called me!" Natasha answered as she raised a hand in a "is he joking" manner.

Clint laughed. "Natasha, I was calling to leave you a voicemail. To let you know I'm alive, but I also know you and your voice when you've just been woken up." Natasha rolled her eyes. "So what's up!?" Clint asked.

"Honestly..." Natasha shifted in her bed. "Before you called, I just woke up from a nap." The call went quiet. "A nap?" Clint questioned. "You, Natasha Romanoff, took a nap?" Natasha sighed loudly. "Yes! I took a nap!" Clint started laughing, hard. "I've really heard it all." He started chuckling again. "How in the world did you manage to be that relaxed? Or exhausted?"

"A mix of it all." She replied, and Clint could sense there was more to it. "Did something happen?" A sigh slipped through her lips before swallowing. "Earlier today, I had a PTSD attack."

"Did anyone get hurt?" Clint asked before letting an air of relief escape once Natasha said no. "Are you okay?" He then asked. Natasha nodded. "I'm okay."

Clint smiled slightly on the other end. "That's good. If you want to talk about it, we can."

Of course, Natasha knew this but didn't want to rehash anything right now. "Maybe some other time." Clint was sure that was going to be the response. He and Natasha were similar in that way. "Did you make a note of it?" Clint asked. Natasha lifted her eyes and found her military bag. Inside was a journal she used to write all her thoughts, experiences, and trauma in regard to her time in the military and post it—a method suggestion to her by Dr. Helen Cho.

Natasha sighed. She hadn't opened the journal in a long time. But Clint knew that. He just thought that bringing it up would be a friendly reminder for Natasha. "I didn't," Natasha said with her voice low. Clint hummed. "Give it a shot, Nat," Clint replied, making the redhead nod down the phone.

Clint cleared his throat. "Well, I guess I have to ask you about the rest of your life." He laughed. "What's been going on?"

Natasha bit her bottom lip and smiled. "Clint, a lot has happened since we last spoke."

_

"Wait, so let me get this straight you let your ass get kicked?" Natasha was done with this man. "No, I didn't. I let her win, and besides-"

"Natasha, I've seen you take down men twice your size."

"Barton!" Natasha wanted to move on to the vital part of this ongoing call! "I could've won, okay. Yes, I didn't! Can you please talk to me about anything else?"

Clint hummed before slowly nodding his head.

"Be honest with me, Nat." He said, treading slowly. Natasha nodded back into the phone. "Okay."

"You're head over heels for Wanda, aren't you." Natasha smiled, and Clint could hear it. "She's got you, Nat, doesn't she?"

Natasha laughed through her nose. "You have no idea. It's embarrassing, actually." Natasha, now dressed in an old shirt of Wanda's, said as she laid out on her bed gossiping. Clint laughed at that before clearing his throat. "I'm happy for you, Romanoff. You deserve it."

A watery smile grew on Natasha's bruised face. "Thanks, Clint."

"Hey, maybe you and she could visit Laura and the kids soon. She'll be needing help around the house." Natasha thought about it a little. It would be nice."I could talk to her about it sometime,"Natasha said vaguely, not to set a date into stone.

Clint understood. "Think about it. We're always here." Natasha rolled over on the bed before her phone vibrated in her hand, making her pull it away from her ear.

It was a text from Wanda: hey, your light is on. Are you okay??

"Natasha?" The redhead heard Clint's voice over the phone before she lifted it back to her ear."Yes! Sorry, Wanda texted me." She slapped her head. Natasha didn't need to overshare, but of course, she was doing it.

"Oh, okay, well, then I'll let you go," Clint said with some humor, making Natasha groan."You know it's not like that."She said. "I know," Clint said back. "I should be going anyway. Call Laura and the kids. I'll talk to you soon, Nat."

"I will. Be safe, Clint." Natasha said as she smiled down the phone before it went quiet—the words from Wanda reappearing in front of her. Natasha decided to get up from her bed and look out her window.

She saw Wanda's light on, but no Wanda.

"Yeah, I woke up a little bit ago, and then Clint called me, so I was just talking to him." Natasha wrote to Wanda.

She looked back up towards the window and saw a figure walk past the lacy curtains. Natasha couldn't help but let a smile grow.

Her phone buzzed: "Clint??" Natasha laughed hard at that, realizing she had not spoken to Wanda about who Clint was.

"My best friend from the military. Nothing to stress about. He's married and has kids."

Natasha waited for Wanda to read her message as she stood by her window, looking at the shadow walking back and forth in her room.

"so I'm not your best friend?? 🥺"

Natasha shook her head with laughter at Wanda's words. "We do more than what friends do." Natasha typed back and saw the figure move her lacy curtains open with a smirk.

Wanda waved, and Natasha waved back.

They were cute and stunned at the beauty of the other person. Wanda blinked and looked down at her phone. Natasha waited.

"...truee so then what does that make us?"

Natasha looked back towards Wanda only to see the brunette missing. Natasha lightly cursed as she wasn't sure what to say. She was fairly certain she knew what she and Wanda wanted, but what if she was wrong?

Natasha didn't want to make the sole decision.

"What do you want it to be?" Natasha typed and waited for her message to change from delivered to read, but it didn't.

Instead, a knock came to her door, scaring the shit out of her.

She flung it open and was glad it was who she thought. "Wanda!" Natasha grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her inside. Leaving the night sky outside as the door closed.

"I want it to be what you want!" Wanda cut off whatever Natasha was going to say as she found herself rocking back and forth on her feet. Natasha looked towards Wanda and placed her hands on Wanda's covered hips. "And if I say I want us to take it slow?"

Wanda ripped her eyes from Natasha's lips to the greens off her eyes. "Then it'll be slow." Natasha kept her reaction to a minimum. "Exclusive but no labels yet...?" Natasha asked gently of Wanda.

Wanda nodded and spoke confidently. "I don't want you seeing anyone else." She laughed through her nose. Natasha smiled and couldn't help it when she pressed her body and lips against Wanda.

"Me too," Natasha said as she breathed. "Besides..." Wanda began to tease. "Kinda got to take me on a few dates before labels can be thrown around." Natasha raised an eyebrow. "Is that right?" She tilted her head and slowly backed Wanda to the bed as the younger woman smiled with glee and nodded.

"Let's do something Wednesday night? I'll plan it." Natasha declared to Wanda as she pushed her onto the bed.

Wanda loved it, but why did she have to wait days for the date?

"Why then?" She asked just as Natasha hovered over her body. Natasha smiled. She was smooth and knew it. "Because if I'm going to show you off, my face needs to be more healed than it is now, Detka." Wanda mulled at the pet name and lifted her head up to kiss Natasha deeply. 

Natasha melted before Wanda pulled herself away. "It's a date."

"It's a date," Natasha repeated. Before she knew it, Wanda played coy and slid out from under her. "I'll see you in the morning, Natasha." Natasha didn't want her to go, but it's not like Wanda could stay without everyone knowing. But as she opened the door to leave, Wanda glanced towards the window facing her room.

"Keep the curtains open. I'll do the same."

Natasha looked from her window to Wanda and back. "Okay." She nodded along. Wanda grew warm in her cheeks. "Night, Natasha."

Natasha's soft eyes found Wanda again.

"Good night, Wanda."

dividers by @/benkeibear

[theje0ngs]

JJH | Honesty Hour: The Fubu

“One was ready, one was not.” Have you ever wondered what it’s like to settle on a situationship such as F*ck Buddies? Watch this video and get to know Jaehyun and Y/N’s story and how they ended their relationship and discover the truths about it.

PAIRING/CHARACTERS • jaehyun x fem!reader, some appearances of haechan because he’s the producer lol

GENRE • angst, smut, fubu!au

WORD COUNT • 4.6k

CONTENT WARNINGS • 18+ theme, profanities, fubu set-up, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), spanking, raw sex, protected sex (reader is on the pill)

GELA SAYS • this was the fic i enjoyed editing the header lol, lately, i’ve been enjoying watching the content of a specific youtube channel and thought of this fic. anyway ! enjoy reading~ sungchan has his own honesty hour scenario that will be uploaded soon! 

HAPPY READING!

BOLD SENTENCES: Producer | ITALIC: Flashback

READ SUNGCHAN’S HONESTY HOUR HERE

You were scrolling on your Instagram search page a week ago, trying to find something interesting to keep you awake during your break when you came across a promoted ad from a known YouTube account called: The Ask Box. The account was famously known for its content that is usually about life and its lessons, focusing on strangers, friends, and family mostly. In the post, it mentioned that they have a new segment called Honesty Hour wherein two people are given a chance to reunite through a video and talk about their lives. You didn’t really think much about it, you even thought that you had no one you wanted to reunite with as of the moment, so you brushed it all off and exited the app to continue your shift.

Until you heard your laptop receive a notification, indicating that you’ve received an email. You thought it was your boss, immediately opened the tab for the email. You noticed that the mail wasn’t from your boss but came from a different person.

“Greetings, Ms. Y/N Y/L/N!

I am Lee Haechan, a producer from The Ask Box. Could we take a moment of your time to talk to you this week, regarding an application on our new segment on our YouTube channel? Below is the link of a Zoom meeting that will be used during the short meeting. Prior to that, you can reply to this email for inquiries.

[ZOOM MEETING LINK]

You can also reply to this mail to let us know if you could meet us as soon as you can.

Regards,

Lee Haechan.”

What the hell? You thought, frowning as you reread the email again, thinking it was supposed to be sent to a different person. But you realized that your whole name was actually stated, so it wasn’t a mistake. Quickly, you typed in your reply that you were available today after work at 6 p.m. for the meeting. You wondered who in your friend group has set you up, considering that they know your history with a few guys that you met in parties and on dating apps.

And it was during the meeting with the production team when you found out that it wasn’t one of your friends who sent an application, but one of the guys you had a history with. The person you’ve, well, settled on a fuck buddy relationship with for almost two years, none other than Jeong Jaehyun himself.

“So will you be available next week, Friday at 2 p.m.?” Producer-director Haechan asked, as the meeting came to an end.

“Yeah, it’s my day-off.”

“Great! We’ll send you the details and the address, we’re excited to see you there Ms. Y/L/N! Thank you so much for agreeing to do this.”

And here you are now, sitting on a chair as you wait for Jaehyun to arrive. You didn’t know why you were so nervous; you could feel your palms sweat that you had to wipe them off your pants. The staff who was assigned to help you out on the mic noticed that you were uncomfortable and kept on taking deep breaths.

“Nervous?”

You nod your head, “It’ll be the first time I’ll see him after a year.”

“It’s okay, if you feel uncomfortable during the shoot, you can tell us, and we’ll immediately stop.”

“Thank you, but I think I can handle it- hopefully I can.”

Once the staff walked away, Jaehyun walked in on the set. Damn, he looks much more handsome than the last time you saw him. Much manlier. His hair was styled down, he was wearing a simple knitted sweater and jeans. How could someone be this attractive? It’s like he was sculpted by the gods. You shook your head, trying to compose yourself and focus on other things on the set and not to him. On the side of your eye, you saw him smile as the staff helped him put a mic.

“Ready?” Haechan, the producer-director asked before sitting down behind the camera. You and Jaehyun nod your heads, one staff member clapped the slate. This was the part that got you really nervous.

“Please introduce yourself and tell us when was the last time you saw or talked to each other before today.”

“My name is Y/N, I’m 24 and I work in the field of advertising. The last time I talked to Jaehyun was over a year ago.”

“I’m Jaehyun, I’m 25 and I’m an architect. The answer is the same, a year has passed since our last contact with each other. We haven’t talked to each other after ending things.”

“How did you two know each other?”

You opened your mouth, but then hesitated to answer. “We’re-”

“We were fuck buddies.” He answered, causing you to feel your cheeks burn. The whole video isn’t out yet, but it feels like the whole world knows you’ve had sex tons of times with this man. Oh god, those people might include my parents. You thought, cupping your cheeks. “Are you getting shy, Y/N?”

“Ah, no… please, continue.”

“You answered ‘we were fuck buddies’, enunciating the word ‘were’. What is your relationship right now?”

“Nothing. We just… we’re strangers again, I think.” This time, you answer.

“We’re strangers with history.”

“Damn,” you chuckle, “but yeah, we haven’t talked or seen each other in a year so I guess that makes us strangers.”

“What was your first encounter? Like how did you meet?”

“We met at a mutual friend’s party.” You start, “I think I was in junior year of university when we met, I was 21.”

Jaehyun nods his head, “Johnny’s party, right? His farewell party.”

“Yeah, Johnny is a senior of mine. We shared a few classes together and immediately clicked like siblings. So, the night we met, I was… I was… the story’s actually really embarrassing.” You laughed, “I was really drunk that night and I, well, vomited on him.”

The people behind the camera laughed, even the producer who was asking the questions laughed.

“She vomited on my new Prada shoes that night.”

“Who wears branded shoes at a college party where people vomit, like 95 percent of the time?” You roll your eyes, “Anyway, even if I did vomit on him, he was nice enough to bring me to the nearest diner to make me feel better.”

Jaehyun nods his head, letting you tell the story. “After that, I passed out. Jaehyun didn’t know where I lived so he brought me home. The morning after, I kind of panicked because I woke up in a stranger’s house. My brain automatically told me that I’ve slept with him, so I started screaming.”

“I wasn’t even next to her when she woke up,” Jaehyun added, “I slept on my couch that night. I’m not the type of guy who takes advantage of a drunk girl.”

“What happened after that? Did you two see each other again?”

“Mhm, we did. She offered to treat me to breakfast the next day and even offered to pay for the cleaning of my shoes.” Jaehyun answered, “She was really interesting to me, so after that breakfast, I asked her out on a date right away. Unfortunately, she kind of turned me down.”

“Yeah, because I told you, I just got out of a really bad relationship that time and I thought I was moving too fast to go out with someone after being single for like 8 months.” You cleared up, “But in the end, I still said yes. I thought maybe it was time for me to go out on dates because my ex was already seeing someone at the time.”

“We did date, we were not exclusive, just casually dating. I would wait for her after classes and we’d go out for coffee runs, study dates or drives to McDonald’s at 3 in the morning. She wasn’t ready to commit yet, so we settled on a fuck buddy situationship.”

“I enjoyed our small dates, really. I enjoyed riding his big bike every 3 a.m. And those dates stopped after we agreed that we’re nothing but fuck buddies.” You chuckle, “Mom, if you’re watching this, I know you told me not to ride motorcycles, but I did have fun riding them and I’m still alive!”

“Oh, speaking of your mom. Remember when you introduced me to your parents when they visited your dorm?”

“God yes! We were fuck buddies for a year that time because we were already graduating. Another confession mom, Jaehyun wasn’t really my boyfriend at the time!”

“Oh, oh! Fuck, Jaehyun- I’m cumming again!” You moaned, grinding your hips on his face as you felt your high. He has been eating you out for the past 20 minutes and on different surfaces of your dorm. Your roommate just moved out and you’ve got the whole place to yourself until someone rents it again.

The moment you texted Jaehyun that you were alone in your dorm and wearing new lingerie, he dropped his pencil on his drafting table and left his unfinished plate. A few minutes later, a loud knock on the door was heard and the next thing you know, you were bent over on the small kitchen counter while he licked long stripes on your wet slit. It all started on the kitchen counter, to the small ottoman you had at the foot of your bed, and now on your bed. You gave him a blowjob in between, but he wanted to eat you out more than he wants you to blow him. You could feel a knot form on your stomach as you whimper, gripping on your sheets and toes curling as you cum. Jaehyun pulls away, licking his lips that’s covered with your cum. You turn to your side, your legs shaking after the fifth time you came.

You felt the bed sink, the small space letting your bodies warm each other. Jaehyun started planting kisses on your bare shoulder as you calmed down from your high. It was always on the neck, collarbones, and shoulder where he would kiss you, but never on the lips. His hands were caressing your skin, squeezing your hips before giving your ass a quick slap.

“Aren’t you gonna fuck me now?” You asked, a bit tired from the orgasm, yet have the urge to have his dick inside of you.

“Hmm, I would but aren’t you tired? You just came five times and I’m pretty sure your next-door neighbor is angry with all the moaning and shit.”

“I’m good, I can handle it. Besides, any day now someone’s gonna move in here. Might as well enjoy the little time we have left.”

“Sometimes I like what goes on inside your head.” He laughs, flipping you over and starts to suck your nipples. “Condom?”

“Raw.” You said, “I’m not ovulating right now, it’s safe and I always take my pills.”

Since you and Jaehyun started this whole fuck buddy thing, you went to the doctor’s and started taking contraceptives just to be safe. Jaehyun also had your back whenever it comes to buying plan b’s just to be safer. All of it came from Jaehyun – the pills and the ‘dates’ from before. According to Johnny, Jaehyun’s family is loaded (which explains why he was wearing Prada the night you met. Sometimes it makes you feel bad. Your family isn’t definitely loaded like his, but you were doing good and are financially stable. There was a time where you talked to Jaehyun about this matter, and his response was ‘don’t think of it that way, think of it as a friend who’s just looking after you’.

“Damn, a really good girl.” He smirks, planting a kiss on your neck. “Gonna fuck you so good today for being such a good girl.”

Jaehyun adjusts your legs, pushing them towards your breasts and onto his shoulders. You were on the hook position. You feel goosebumps as he runs his cock along your pussy, teasing you by pushing the tip in and pulling it out again. As this was the first time in a few weeks that you two have sex again, you were desperate.

“Holy f-fuck…” You moaned, adjusting to his size as he pushed his dick inside of you wholly. “Why does it feel like you’re getting bigger every time we fuck?”

He smirks at the remark, his hips starting to move at a slow pace. It wasn’t the first time you did this position, but his face was so close to yours and somehow it felt really… intimate. You were so lost in his lips; they were pink and so soft. You wonder what it feels like to kiss them. You shake your head, closing your eyes in pleasure.

As he continues to thrust, you clench around him, feeling yet another orgasm builds up as he moves fast. You covered your mouth, trying to suppress another loud noise, thinking that if you let out another one, the landlord would kick you out.

“Remove that fucking hand, pretty. Or else, I’m putting a halt to this. Let me hear you moan.” He whispered against your ear.

Fuck, why was that so hot? You remove your hand from your mouth and hold onto the headboard instead and let out a moan, burying your head against the soft pillow, giving him access to your throat. You could feel your legs hurt; the muscles were tensing as you could feel his weight on them. Your eyes roll in pleasure again, but something just had to put an end to it. Your phone, lying on the side table, started ringing. Groaning, you told Jaehyun to stop and reached for it. If it was your best friend, or Johnny, you would ignore it. But somehow the universe probably got fed up with you moaning and screaming your lungs out, your phone displays your mother’s contact.

“S-shit, don’t move… I have to take this.”

“Seriously? Right now?”

“Yeah, I know; my mom’s such a cockblocker.”

“Oh, it’s your mom… yeah, go ahead.”

You swipe the answer button, with Jaehyun’s dick inside of you. With a breathy voice you say, “Hello?”

“Sweetie, sorry for calling. Are you busy studying right now?” She asked, you hum in response. “Anyway, I was just wondering if you wanted to join us for dinner. Your father and I are in town for some business, we can pick you up at your dormitory. What do you say?”

Jaehyun is a jerk. A teasing jerk who just had to start moving his hips again, causing you to let out a whine. “Sweetheart, are you okay?”

“Oh- um, yeah, sorry. I can do that, when are you arriving?”

“In fifteen minutes.” Jaehyun’s thrusts were starting to fasten.

“What?!” You exclaimed, covering your mouth. “I- um, okay, okay. Okay.”

After the call, you toss your phone aside. “I’m close, pretty. Where do you want it?”

“I-inside-” You choked, “God, Jaehyun…”

“Filthy girl, answering her mom’s call while having sex…” Jaehyun’s cock was hitting all the right places, “Oh, Y/N…”

Jaehyun’s cum felt warm inside of you, and he actually stayed in the same position for a few seconds before pulling out. Which reminds you that you have to start moving as your parents will arrive anytime now. As jelly as your legs were after multiple orgasms, you managed to walk to the bathroom and clean. You asked Jaehyun to spray some febreze inside the whole dorm to make it seem like you two just didn’t have sex there (just in case your mother walks in, you didn’t need her to point out that the room reeks sex).

Just in time, you exit your room with Jaehyun as if nothing had happened. Dressed in a simple blouse and jeans. Jaehyun was guiding you, after what happened today, you were sure you’re not able to walk straight for the whole night or two. Just when you were about to enter the elevator, you were greeted by your parents.

“Oh, and who is this fine young man, Y/N?”

“Hello, I’m Jaehyun. I’m Y/N’s uh…”

What were you two really? Jaehyun had no answer to your mother’s questions. Hurriedly, you answered, “Boyfriend, he’s my boyfriend.”

Her mouth forms an ‘o’, shocked yet satisfied with the answer, she nodded her head. “Well, Jaehyun, you should join us for dinner then! I’d like to get to know my daughter’s boyfriend more.”

“Did you address the other person to people as your significant other?”

“Yeah,” You answered, “It was much easier, especially to our parents. Our situation, as fuck buddies, were taboo for people their age. I think it all started because of me, because I introduced him to my parents as my boyfriend.”

“And I introduced her to my folks as my girlfriend.”

“But we weren’t in a relationship. It felt like it was much easier to say that instead of explaining our situation to them. We didn’t put any label on our relationship until the very end. We’re just boyfriend-girlfriend in the eyes of strangers, parents, and acquaintances, but to us and our friends, we were fuck buddies.” You added.

“It was also convincing for them.”

“One last question before we proceed to the next segment, the real event.” The producer said, flipping his script to the next page. “If things were going on so well between the two of you and you were satisfied with what you have, why did you end it?”

“The truth is, we really didn’t end things like adults. We just… kind of went our separate ways. We just let it speak for itself. We stopped talking to each other because the last time we did, I kind of fucked up.” Jaehyun confessed, “At the time, I was 24. I’ve been working for a year in the same company. Now that I recall the events of last year, I realize how stupid it is of me to ask her that.”

“What was the question?”

“Something really personal…”

Jaehyun called you tonight, asking if you were available. After a whole day of meetings and pitching new ideas for a specific product, you just wanted to lie down and relax. But somehow, he has convinced you to make a U-turn on the next stop. Jaehyun said that he’s been having a rough day. His favorite shoes got stained with cement when he visited the site, his coffee fell on the passenger seat of his car when he passed through a pothole resulting a hole in his tire. Everything was a mess, and he needed a release. An adult release with you.

The moment he opened the door for you, Jaehyun had his lips on your neck, sucking the skin and leaving marks. You may have knocked over a few furniture in his living room before you got inside the room, but that was the last thing you two could think of – the two of you badly needed to release the tension and the stress you’ve been feeling.

You lost count of how many rounds you’ve done, how many orgasms you’ve experienced, and how many condoms used. At that moment, you and Jaehyun were focused on making each other feel good, and not keeping track of your orgasms.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m cumming again…” He moaned, throwing his head back to the pillow as you rode him. “Ah, shit.”

Tired, you remove yourself from him and throw yourself on the space next to him. The two of you were quiet, there was not enough energy to make conversation. You just laid there catching your breaths and staring blankly at the ceiling.

“I have a question for you.” He breaks the silence yet still staring at the ceiling.

“What?”

“Will you marry me?”

“After the deed?”

Jaehyun nods his head in embarrassment while you just sat there awkwardly, taking the water bottle next to your feet to wash your parched throat.

“But I didn’t do it just because my mom told me that I should marry her. I… I knew my feelings for her were genuine and I was aware of it, I was certain I was in love with her. I fell in love with her, I mean, who wouldn’t?”

The staff gasps, some raised their eyebrows and shook their heads. “Broke the first rule we established: Don’t fall in love.” You chuckle, “I told him why he would ask something like that after we had sex and, well, while we’re naked. He tried to explain himself to me while I dressed up, I ran away. I didn’t contact him after that, blocked him on all social media accounts I have and his number. I moved to a different neighborhood so he wouldn’t find me. I thought he’ll get tired and forget about me eventually.”

Haechan nods his head and signals the staff to put a lie detector machine on the table between the two of you. “Now, you mentioned that you stopped your contact with each other after ‘ending’ your situationship. This is a chance for the two of you to ask questions you’ve always wanted to ask to the other. Sky’s the limit. You can answer their questions and you may not if you feel uncomfortable.”

You couldn’t help but let out a nervous chuckle, they mentioned this beforehand, they gave you a chance to think of the questions you’ve wanted to ask Jaehyun, and you did. You had it listed in your head confidently, but now that you’re in front of him, your mind went blank, and you couldn’t think of one.

“Y/N, do you want to start?”

“O-oh, um… he can go first. I’m trying to remember my questions.” You replied, turning the lie detector toy in front of you and placed your hand on it.

Jaehyun nods his head and clears his throat as if he was about to give a big speech to the crowd, “Have you been good?”

Haechan snorts, even Jaehyun laughed at his own question. It was so random yet genuine.

“Well, yeah. I’m happy with my work, it’s stressful most of the time, but I get to do what I want and I’m in a really happy place right now.”

The small machine makes a small noise as it analyzes your answer. If it senses that your answer is true, you’re good to go. If not, then you’ll get electrocuted for a second. It was probably the longest five seconds you’ve ever experienced and there was a part of you that was relieved that your answer was accepted as true. It is true, you weren’t lying.

“Y/N, go ahead.”

Fuck, “Did you… did you date someone after we ended it?” What a dumb question, Y/N.

“Casual dates, yeah. Serious dating, committing, or making it official, no.”

Ping! Jaehyun’s answer was true. You didn’t know why, but you were relieved after hearing that. The conversation deepens that the whole production team was immersed in the whole thing. They were all ears as the two of you talked and confessed the truth to each other. His questions were related to the person you were before, the person you were when you were still in contact. It was fun, it was like cleaning the things you’ve swept under the rug as the two of you talk and clear up the things you should’ve talked about before parting ways. The conversations you avoided and the truths you’ve learned.

Until he dropped a bomb.

“Did you feel something towards me, or did you really just see me as someone you get to have sex with?” That was the question that struck you. What do you answer?

“Naked truth?” You asked, he nodded his head. “Jaehyun, you know how scared I am of commitment. You, of all people, should know that because you were the only person I’ve told you about it. I made it extra clear for you that I wasn’t ready to commit to someone, but that doesn’t mean I only used you for sex. You were my friend. After I introduced you to my parents as my boyfriend, I had thoughts about it. I reconsidered our relationship before, but it felt like you were happy with what we had so I brushed it all off. There were instances that we were intimate with each other whenever we see each other’s parents for something, and I think about my feelings over and over again whenever that happens. Truth be told, yes. I did have feelings for you, and I didn’t use you as someone who I can run to when I need an adult stress release.”

As you wait for the small machine to reveal whether you were telling the truth or not, you stare deep in Jaehyun’s eyes. It was the truth; the truth was finally out. It felt like a thorn was pulled out of your chest. Ping! Jaehyun, satisfied yet disappointed, nodded his head and accepted your answer. He then places his hand on the machine, ready to hear your question.

“If you were certain of your feelings for me, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Naked truth?” He asked, you nodded. “We were in that part of the ‘relationship’ where everything was intact. If I told you that I was in love with you before, the things we’ve established will be wrecked. I was… I was scared. I was scared to lose you. One wrong move and it’ll ruin everything. I knew you didn’t want to be with someone yet at the time, so I respected you. You, running away from me was enough reason to make me realize that it was probably right that I didn’t confess my feelings even before I had asked you to marry me.”

Ping! Jaehyun’s answer was true. The atmosphere inside the room felt so heavy as the staff removed the toy in front of you. You were so honest; you didn’t even realize you could be that honest. You broke eye contact with Jaehyun, grabbing the water bottle again as you feel your mouth dry.

“Damn, I am really honest today. I’ve never been that honest my whole life.” You joked, “But you know, we could’ve worked if I was really ready at that time.”

“We could’ve?”

“I think so. Or maybe I was ready, but a part of me didn’t want to or couldn’t accept what we had. We tried dating but ended up only being fuck buddies. Nothing more, nothing less. I didn’t know what I wanted nor what I didn’t want. I got scared when you asked me to marry you, I got scared that it happened after we had sex.” You explained, “I got scared because I was so sure of what I felt towards you, but the truth scared me and the first thing I thought was to run away from you. So, if you thought that I only used you for pleasure, please now that the two years we became fuck buddies, half of those years, I was hopelessly in love with you. You made me feel things that even I couldn’t believe I could still feel towards a guy like you. I was just scared of how things will change between us.”

Jaehyun agrees with you, “I was so ready to commit to you, but I guess I was also scared to lose you. If the two of us weren’t cowards and just faced the truth… we’re probably on a very different path right now.” He said, “Damn, that’s kind of sad. But that’s just how life is. The things you want? You either get them or lose them. The decision really depends on you, whether you were willing to take the risk or regret.”

The scene ends with the two of you smiling at each other as the video fades into black.

One was ready, one was not.

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[backtobackbakubabe]

I am the Alpha Now Part 20

Bakugo x Reader

Words : 4082

Masterlist

Reader is from America and somewhat of a delinquent with an alpha quirk that allows her to turn into a wolf as well as bond with dogs. She is sent to UA to straighten out her attitude. She ends up in a power struggle with none other than our favorite hot head. Words in Italics are words said telepathically.

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Your phone was blowing up. Notification after notification until finally you heard your boyfriend groan, “Check your phone already dumbass.”

You took a deep breath and cracked your eyes open. Your head was on Bakugo’s chest and you weren’t really in the mood to move. Your phone had other ideas though as it continued to buzz on the nightstand. You reluctantly pulled away from your boyfriend and rolled over to grab your phone. Bakugo was quick to throw his arm back around you and hug you from behind, peppering kisses on your shoulders.

You grabbed your phone and was alarmed to see that you had dozens of notifications amongst several apps. Your Facebook, your Twitter, your Instagram, hell even your long-forgotten Tumblr page had alerts. Nothing however compared to your overflowing text messages.

The first one you opened was from a friend back home that you hadn’t even spoken too since moving to Japan. No words, no context. Just a link to a news article. You clicked it and felt your blood turn cold. In front of you was a picture of you covered in blood, alpha teeth bared, claws out, looking absolutely feral.

Bakugo felt you tense up and put his chin on you shoulder pulling you closer to him, “What’s up? Who’s been bugging you all morning?”

You immediately hid your phone from his view. “He did it…. Dabi, he- he leaked my secrets all over the internet.” You knew there was no point in hiding it. He would be able to look it up. You were sure people were probably sending him the same links, he just values his sleep more than people and his phone was on do not disturb. You handed him your phone and got up to go to the bathroom.

At first, he grabbed your wrist, but quickly realized you needed space, so he let you go.

You stared at yourself in the mirror as your skin began to heat up. Sure, you graduated from UA but there was no way you’d be a hero now. What about Katsuki? Would you hurt his reputation by dating him? Would you ruin his plans of being the number one hero? Could you stay here? In this house full of heroes?

Your instincts were screaming for you to run. To get the hell out of here. But you couldn’t. You refused to leave your pack again, and that included Katsuki. Even if you had to go into hiding, you would never cut yourself off from him again.

You splashed some cold water in your face and counted in your head until your breathing became regular again. It had taken you all the way to thirty-five.

You walked back out into the room to find Bakugo sitting up with his head in his hands. Your phone was on the floor in front of him. You had needed your space, now you were going to give him his. He needed to be able to process this without you clinging to him.

You picked up your phone and saw that he hadn’t even made it through the whole article. He stopped when he got to a still shot from a video of you tearing a man’s arm off. You cringed and exited the article before you could see more. You didn’t need to read it, you were there, you know how it went. You were sure they spun it in some awful way to make it even worse, but at the end of the day you had done terrible things. So, they were allowed to say whatever they wanted.

You pulled open a new tab and started to look at flights back home. America was a little more lenient with vigilante behavior and while they still hold their heroes to the ridiculously high standard of not killing villains… they also tended to look the other way when it happened. It was a broken system that you had wanted nothing to do with, but now it might your only option.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you felt two arms circle your middle and pull you down until you sitting in Bakugo’s lap. “I already knew about some of this stuff… Mercy told me… but having to see it… Shit y/n…”

You were glad he couldn’t see your face because you were in absolute agony. You had disappointed him. The only person to ever give a fuck about you. And it hurt.

He could feel your anguish and pulled you tighter. “Hey, I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere. Your past is your past. You can’t run from it forever. You have to face it head on and I’ll be right there to help you do it.”

Your hand found his and intertwined your fingers. “You’re not disgusted with me?”

“What? No, of course not. I’m disgusted with the people who did this to you. Who hurt you and pushed you until you had no other choice but to do what you did. I’m disgusted with your parents for not taking better care of you. I’m disgusted with the fact that the system was so broken that it took a seventeen-year-old girl putting herself in danger over and over again to fix it. I’m disgusted that there was no one there to help you.” You could feel so much stress begin to seep out of you as you slowly let yourself melt into him. “You don’t have to do it alone anymore. I know you have Mercy, but now you also have me.”

Your tender moment was interrupted by a banging on your door “Y/N ARE YOU OKAY! YOUR EMOTIONS ARE ALL OVER THE PLACE! LET ME IN!”

You untangled yourself from Bakugo and walked over to open the door. You were surprised to find that Mercy wasn’t alone. Kirishima was there too with a sad look on his face. “So uh… I’m assuming you know… I’ve been sitting out here for an hour trying to decide if I should wake you guys up.” He rubbed his neck, “I know it’s such a stupid question, but… are you okay?”

You could see the hurt in his eyes and while you didn’t want to see him sad, it was comforting to know that he still cared about you after learning about you. You reached for him and gave him a hug, “I’m obviously not okay right now, but it means the world that you care. Thank you.”

He gave you a quick squeeze. “So, should I go check on him? Or does he need a minute?”

You nodded towards Bakugo, “I think he’d appreciate the company. Let him know I’m taking Mercy for a walk, yeah?”

“You know he’s not going to like you leaving the house without him.”

You shrugged, “I’m not going far. He’ll be able to feel me through the bond if he gets nervous.”

You looked to Mercy, “Alright let’s go. I have a feeling I have a lecture coming.”

“Damn straight you do.”

The two of you left the house and walked in silence for a few minutes before Mercy stopped, “I’m very mad at you.”

You sighed. You knew this was coming. As much as you had wanted to immediately find Mercy when you came back, you were also trying to avoid this. You had failed him as an Alpha and now you had to face him. “I know. I fucked up. But I knew I had to do this alone. I had originally intended to only meet up with them. Kick some ass and come home… It obviously got a little out of control.”

He huffed in annoyance, “Obviously… But I understand why you cut off Bakugo’s bond. But why mine? If you could have just told me what you were doing, I could have helped you.”

You took a seat on a low wall and patted the top of Mercy’s head. “Because as much as I know you say you would listen to me, I know Bakugo would convince you to help him find me. He’s persuasive like that.”

Mercy growled, not liking your answer. “Okay fine… but just so you know. We know you lied. It doesn’t matter how well you think you hid it. We know. There are no lies between pack members. He’s letting you get away with it, but I’m not.”

You had a feeling he knew, but the idiot was way better at keeping secrets than you were. “Will it make you feel better if I tell you?” Mercy nodded enthusiastically. “Okay, but you can’t tell Bakugo. He’ll freak out.”

So, you told Mercy everything. Every single detail. He was fascinated at the progress you had made in the last few days. “You know Bakugo’s going to get suspicious when you can all of the sudden sustain alpha mode without shifting. Or when you can basically go feral without having to push past your limit.”

“Yeah well… we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, I think more importantly we need to worry about Dabi. He’s obviously pissed I left. Shigaraki was supposed to be coming back in the next few days. He’s gonna be pissed I left. Then both of them are probably going to try and kill me.”

“Glad to know you know me so well y/n… although I’d probably wait until after you killed shit-araki before killing you.” Mercy immediately stepped between you and Dabi and bared his teeth. “You going to call Cujo off or do you want me to cremate him in front of you.”

You could feel rage coursing through you. “You fucking ASSHOLE! I did everything you said. I didn’t tell anyone about your plans and you still fucked me over! You ruined my life! WHY?!”

You swear you say something similar to regret pass over his face before he quickly schooled his expression. “You still have a job to do. Didn’t you get my text last night?”

You narrowed your eyes, “Sorry I was too busy sleeping off the torture you put me through.” You held your phone screen up so he could see, “Also, I don’t know if you noticed but there’s currently all kinds of news circulating about me right now, so, I kinda have a lot of texts to go through.”

Dabi used his finger to scroll down to his message and clicked it. “Well read it now.”

Your eyes widened, “You don’t mean… He’s back now?”

“Not only is he back, but he’s here… at your house... waiting for you.”

In seconds you had shifted and were sprinting back towards the house. You hadn’t gone far, it would only take you a few seconds to get back in wolf form.

You had to be smart about this. You couldn’t go in full force. You had to believe that Kiri and Katsuki were still alive. They were tough. If Shigaraki was as smart as everyone says he is, he’d know to keep them alive as a bargaining chip.

You skidded to a stop outside of the house. “NO! Get out of here! We can handle it. RUN!” He had to have known that wasn’t going to happen. You knew he’d be pissed but you forced your mind into his and looked through his eyes.

Kirishima was passed out on the ground, tied up but otherwise unharmed. Shigaraki was sitting in a chair next to him with his hand wrapped around Katsuki’s wrist, all but the pinky. You focused really hard so you could hear. “Tell her to come back to the house, or you can say goodbye to your hands. I’m sure you heard what I did to Overhaul.” You felt Mercy’s presence as he made his way towards the back door, waiting for the signal. You two had played this game dozens of times. Let the villain think they had you, just for Mercy to take them out.

Katsuki spit blood on to the floor. “You could take my whole arm and it wouldn’t make me do shit.”

Shigaraki cackled, “Well if you insist.”

Your eyes glowed as you kicked the door open. “You want me? Here I am. Now let him go. NOW!”

You put as much Alpha authority in your voice to make him drop Katsuki’s hand. His eyebrows shot up before he showed you his disgusting smile. “Wow that quirk really is something.” He ran a hand through Bakugo’s hair and you could see a few hairs disintegrate under his touch. You growled and your eyes glowed even brighter. “It seems you aren’t going to come quietly…” He gestured to someone behind you. “Try and keep our friend company here, while y/n and I have a little… chat.”

“Sure thing boss.” Dabi bumped your shoulder as he passed you. Making his way over to take his place behind Bakugo.

“Y/n! Stop being so stupid. Just go. I’ll be fine. PLEASE!” You could hear the desperation in his voice even through the bond, but you couldn’t react.

“Mercy is out back. As soon as I leave with Shigaraki, meet up with him and have him fill you in on what’s going on. Don’t fight me on this, I know what ‘m doing.” Dabi smirked at you, knowing you were plotting inside the bond. “Dabi, if you so much as touch him. I will kick your ass… again… and this time I won’t stop until you’re dead.”

Shigaraki squealed in delight, “Oh I love her already. Come on let’s go somewhere a little more private for… negotiations hm?”

You silently followed him through the kitchen and into the biggest garage you had ever seen. It had obviously been modified to fit all of the guys cars as well as a bunch of hero tech and equipment. The floor looked like it had some kind of mat over half of it, that would allow the heroes to spar. Man, Endeavour thought of everything. It was thankfully empty at the moment. You were going to need all the space you could get.

“Look I’m going to get straight to the point. I’m sure there’s a top of the line security system here and I know it won’t be long before the other two hero’s along with Endeavor show up and I’m not in the mood for that headache. So, you have two options and only two minutes to make your choice.” He started to pace in front of you, “Option A. Join us and we’ll put a strict do not touch order on your precious little boyfriend. You can live your life with us knowing no villain would be stupid enough to hurt him. Option B. You decide to fight me right now and we kill everyone you have ever known. But, of course we’ll leave him for last. We’ll burn and melt him little piece by little piece right in front of you. It’ll be the slowest, most agonizing death that could truly ever exist.”

He pushed a button on his watch. “Well there are your options, your time starts now.”

You heard a loud bang in the other room. A part of you was screaming for option A. To just let them take you and protect Katsuki. Did you have enough confidence that you could win this fight. Could you risk it.

“DABI SAID TO DO IT NOW! BEFORE BACKUP GETS HERE! VILLAINS AND HEROES ARE BOTH ON THE WAY. YOU NEED TO DO IT NOW!” Mercy was talking to Dabi?

“Mercy where’s Bakugo?”

“He’s fighting with Dabi right now. I told him everything, but now he’s mad at Dabi for hurting you. He won’t calm down. I’m trying to break it up. Dabi’s trying to convince him you can do it alone. He’s trying really hard to get to you right now. I don’t know if we can hold him much longer without hurting him. Please hurry.”

Shigaraki’s watch dinged, “Ok, time’s up, what’s it going to be?”

His eyes barely had time to come up from his watch before you were tackling him in wolf form. Digging your teeth into his shoulder, claws ripping at his side.

He screamed out and placed both hands on your shoulders. You immediately smelled the melting fur and skin. You pushed through it for a few more moments before letting go and jumping back. You needed to shift back to human. You needed to heal faster.

You shifted but your eyes continued to glow. Your skin started to stitch itself back together, but you were alarmed to see it was much slower than with Dabi’s quirk.

You lunged at him with your claws out and raked them across his face. And that’s how you started what felt like the longest fight of your life. A constant dance of you lunging in and him trying to grab you. He was better at hand to hand combat then you were lead to believe.

At one point you dove to the ground to avoid him. He lurked over you and you grabbed a metal pipe and swung at him. He grabbed it easily and melted one end before yanking it from your grip. He pulled it straight in the air before bringing it down hard. You moved you head out of the way at last second and the pipe lodged itself into the soft sparing mat on the floor. You rolled out of the way and jumped back to your feet.

You were ready to lunge again when you heard the door to the garage slam open.

You turned towards the noise, “KATSUKI NO!”

That’s all it took. That small distraction left a window for Shigaraki to get his hands on you.

Bakugo sprinted towards you but stopped short when he saw was happening, “That’s right. Come any closer and she’s as good as dead.” Both his arms were wrapped around you. One hand on your shoulder the other on your hip. If he hadn’t been trying to kill you it would look like a lover’s embrace.

You took in a deep breath and pushed your quirk as hard as you could. You’re healing was desperately trying to keep up with him. But it seemed that even with all of the extra training it still wasn’t a match. If you kept up like this he would eventually win.

Bakugo reached a hand out, desperate to help. To do something.

“No Katsuki. Do nothing.” You watched as he fell to his knees helpless to your alpha commands. You know you promised you would never do that to him. But you knew the consequences of you losing this fight. You couldn’t let Shigaraki get his hands on him.

He was right in front of you, the only thing between you was the pipe that was still in the ground. The melted side looked pretty sharp. You knew what you had to do.

Shigaraki continued to try and disintegrate you while you continued to try and heal yourself. It was painful and disorienting and you could feel yourself slipping under. You had to do it now. “Don’t watch Katsuki.” Katsuki lowered his head to floor in front of you. “I love you.”

“Y/N NO!!!!! PLEASE!”

You took a step towards the pipe. Shigaraki thinking you were trying to get away pulled you closer to him. Good.

You threw yourself onto the pipe. Taking him with you.

You had thought it would hurt, but if anything… you were numb. You felt Shigaraki’s arms go limp. At least you could die knowing you took the bastard with you.

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He couldn’t move. Your command wouldn’t allow it. His eyes glued to the floor. He heard the most disgusting sound of something cutting through flesh and his heart sank. He watched as blood started to pool around the metal pipe. But he still couldn’t move. And only when he realized that it wasn’t your command holding him anymore, it was his own fear did he really understand. You were gone. Your bond was gone.

This was what Mercy meant. Before it was like a closed door when you cut him off, but now it’s just… gone. Like a vacuum, had come and sucked out part of him. “No, no, no, no, NO!” His fist pounded the ground over and over again until they were bloody. Tears were streaming down his face.

He had only had you back for a few hours. You had made plans. You were supposed to live here with him. You were going to work together. He already had a ring picked out. You were supposed to be it for him. How did he let this happen? He trained his whole life to be a hero, and he couldn’t even save you.

He could feel the utter terror coming from Mercy right before it disappeared altogether. Without you there was no bond for him and Mercy. A loud howl ripped from the other room as Mercy began to frantically paw at the closed door to the garage. He was being consumed by a cold emptiness. The blood was almost touching him now, but he remained frozen to the spot. Moving would mean he’d have to see you, and there was nothing in the world that could prepare him for that.

The world was now rid of Shigaraki, but at what cost? He knew it was incredibly selfish, but he’d take Shigaraki wreaking havoc on Japan every day for the rest of his life, if he could just be able to hold you one more time. If he could tell you he loved you one more time.

A broken sob left his lips as he realized those were your last words before you died, ‘I love you’ and he hadn’t even said it back.

His head still hung with tears dripping from his nose when a hand came out to cup his cheek.

His eyes snapped up to see it was yours. When his eyes met yours, it was like he was hit with a truck as the bond suddenly reopened. “Shit, shit, y/n. God please don’t die. Stay with me.”

You gripped his hand, “Please… help me… off this fucking pipe.”

He scrambled to stand up. Pulling Shigaraki off first who he threw like a limp doll off to the side. He then gently eased you off, wincing at the awful sounds you made while he did. Your eyes continued to glow as he eased you into his lap. He looked at the hole in your stomach and sighed in relief when he saw it was slowly shrinking.

He nudged your forehead with his nose, “Hey don’t you dare fall asleep until I see that fucking hole close up.” He rocked you back and forth just kissing your face and running his hand through your hair.

At some point Dabi came in looking busted after a few rounds with Bakugo. Without saying anything he walked over to his former boss and burnt him to ashes before doing the same thing to the pipe.

He swept up he evidence and dumped it into a trash bag. “Get her cleaned up before the idiots show up. I’ll tell the league Shigaraki never showed. You tell the heroes that you fought him off and he got away with critical injuries.” He threw the bag over his shoulder as if he was Santa Clause and not a homicidal maniac.

“I will never forgive you for this. For kidnapping her. For torturing her. For dragging her into this. And especially not for putting her business out these for everyone to know. For hurting her future.” Bakugo held you tighter as if to confirm you were still there, “I don’t care what side you’re on. The next time I see you… your dead.”

Dabi hovered by the door, “Don’t worry, I’ve already been dead a long time. I won’t bother her anymore. You don’t have to worry about me…” He took a step closer to the door but looked back one more time. “I know you don’t owe me shit… but when she wakes up… can you tell her I’m sorry.”

Before Bakugo could answer the sound of the front door sounded as it slammed open followed by the voices of Todoroki, Deku, Endeavor, and Hawks. When Bakugo looked back Dabi was gone.

Mercy lead the heroes to the garage. There Bakugo told them a modified version of the truth. The entire time Hawks’ sad knowing eyes never left your limp and bloody body.

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[all-might-can-smash-me]

Strange Eccounter

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead x reader

Summary: a trip and broken bone leads you to meet the underground hero Eraserhead one fateful night trying to get a snack from 7/11, kind of used some of the things I wrote from the one shot Visits that I wrote, so this is technically a prequel to that oneshot????

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Tap, tap tap. The repetitive noise almost seemed to echo against the walls within the dark room. The hue of the light created by the monitor of the computer was the only source of light within that room and possibly the only light one within that apartment and within that apartment complex at the late hours the world found itself in. The smell of coffee also seemed to cling to the air of the room, the smell of orange being released into the air by an oil diffuser, over lapping the already invigorating smell of coffee. At this point, you were doing anything to keep you awake. The words being typed upon that keyboard were far more important that any slumber within your life. The flow of creativity was there and it needed to stay, you needed to make use of it as much as you when you still had a good grasp on it. For the story that seemed to flow from your fingers tips onto the keyboard seemed way more important than anything in the world. Sentence after sentence, chapter after chapter, it kept coming and coming with such ease into the late hours of the night and early morning.

A honk of a car cut the silence like a burning knife. It sizzled away the thoughts that swam around within your head, putting any ideas you had for what was to come next into hiding from fear. It angered you. You let out a groan as you spat a curse to that mystery honk, rubbing a hand across your tired face as you stared to the sentences before you. With a sigh, you only saved the document, getting up from the computer chair, cramped legs now rejoicing in relief as you stretch and yawned. A growl of your stomach followed that yawn.

“Eh...heading to the 7/11 down the street wouldn’t hurt...” you spoke to yourself as you shuffled to the front door in your fuzzy pink slippers, sadly retiring them for your flats at the front door, a jacket being swung over your shoulders as you exited your apartment, door locked tightly behind you to now allow yourself to make way for the quiet streets below. On your little walk, you only lazy scrolled through the social media apps you had on your phone, pulling up articles that caught your eye as glanced up occasionally for the welcoming bright sign of 7/11. Finally that sign did bless your view, which you gave a sigh of rejoice as you walked past the automatic doors, all too familiar with your path to the instant ramen and the bento boxes and the such that beckoned you to just pick them. You only grabbed ahold of a prepacked egg sandwich, making your way up to the front counter to pay for it and bag it, now back on your merry way to your apartment to eat and possibly just give and go to bed. Though that was a foolish wish for gravity seemed to sink its claws into you as you tripped over a menancing crack in the ground, landing upon your leg. It was the most painful fall in your life as you were awkwardly trying to get up, but could only give a cry of pain as your leg screamed in pain for you to stop, so you finally just moved to be sitting, trying to get a good look at your leg, but it was too dark.

“Shit! Did I break it!?” You cried out as you bit your lip, tears already pricking your eyes as you could only let the waves of pain from you leg hit you. “I just wanted a freaking sandwich!” You almost yelled out as you slammed your fist down on the ground. You could hear the sound of rushed footsteps coming up to you, but the dark didn’t help much and the pain in your leg simply made you not care.

“Whoa, don’t try to move so much...” Came our a voice calmly, feeling a hand brush against your arm and rest upon your chest. Their face just moved enough in order to allow the dim, soft light from the nearby lamp post. You could see his own tired eyes worriedly look to you, unruly raven hair falling to his face, and that stubble neglected upon his face. You would have found him attractive....but the pain within your leg wasn’t allowing much to go through your head.

“Well good thing I can’t move anyway!” You groaned out, taking it upon yourself to grasp onto his hand that rested upon your shoulder, squeezing it tightly. The hero only let out a calm reply as he pulled out his phone, making a quick phone call for medical assistance before placing it away, still letting contain your death grip upon his hand.

“I’m Eraserhead and don’t worry, just a little broken bone. A cast and a couple of weeks and it will be good as new.” He continued on to try and calm you down and distract you, which was working a little bit. “And I’m sure you can still enjoy your egg sandwich later, ok?” He assured, only having a pained laugh from you.

“Fuck that egg sandwich....if it wasn’t for stupid craving I wouldn’t be in this mess.” You said with a sniff, the hero already bringing up the sleeve of his shirt to dab away the tears that had fallen from your eyes from the pain.

“You’ll get your revenge on that egg sandwich one day, but first you’re gonna have to let that leg heal.” He said, amusement laced in his voice, though his head soon whipped to the sound of sirens, watching the ambulance pull up, men and women already climbing down and rushing towards your. “Is people are going to take you to the hospital to fix that legs of yours, ok?” He spoke out over the sirens, though you only nodded his head, but with a blink of an eye he was gone from your sight as you were stretched into the vehicle.

That morning you were rudely awaken up by the bright sun that peered through the hospital window. The feeling of the cast around your leg felt weird, heavy, and foreign as you looked down the the bright orange caste with a sigh. That stupid egg sandwich.....

“Hello ma’am, this was delivered for you.” Spoke out a nurse as she placed down a stuffed kitten down onto the bedside tabs, a balloon attached to it and an......egg sandwich? You looked to it quizzically, reaching for the tag on the balloon to read the name that was written on it.

Eraserhead....and a phone number?

“Eraserhead....have you heard that name before?” You asked the nurse as she was heading back to the door, so she paused in thought, tapping a finger against her chin.

“I might have....I think he might be one of those underground hero’s. You know, they keep away from the media and what not.” She said with a shrug of her shoulders before leaving the room, now allowing you to snatch up the card that rested atop that damned egg sandwich, opening it to pull out the get well card, eyes squinting to the writing on it.

‘Hope you get your egg sandwich revenge’

-Eraserhead

You only gave a snort at those words, the memories of the short conversation held with the attractive man flooding your mind as you hugged the card close to your chest, a dumb smile clinging onto your face. With that, your fingertips quickly snatched the tag on the balloon again, creating a new contact, but you didn’t text him, no you didn’t. You waited patiently for your release to head back to where you fell down with the help of your crutches one night, a bag hanging from your fingertips as you hopefully waited.

“Hey there...hows the leg.” Soon came out that familiar voice, a smile coiling onto your face as you turned to face him. Your proximity to the lamp was better now than it was when you actually did break your leg, so the light now illuminated him just enough for you to comfortably see him without straining your eyes.

“All casted up thanks to you, I’m glad you were there, I don’t think I would have been coherent enough to even call for assistance.” You admitted as you watched him step closer to you. “I would have texted you, but saying thank you in person is more rewarding.” You said as you rustled around in the plastic bag you held, soon pulling out a glass bottle of coffee, handing it to him. “I found out you do a lot of your hero work at night...so I thought you might appreciate it.” You said with small giggle.

He let a smile rest on his face as he gently grabbed ahold of the coffee. “You are a life saver...” he said as he was already untwisting the cap to take a gulp. “Honestly, thank you, I needed that.” He said as he popped the metal cap back on. Though he let his fingers brush over the logo on the coffee, brows scrunching together in though before he finally pushed the thought from him mouth “I know this may sound weird or random, but are you free for a date? I’m free the next couple of days and nights.” He said, almost thankful for his untamed hair and capturing weapon for covering most of his face. You only shyly looked to the ground, a bashful smile upon your face as you nodded your head quickly to his answer.

“I would love to....I’ll text you my address to pick me for whenever we plan the date?” You questioned, the under ground hero nodding his hand, capturing weapon now within his hands as he readied himself to use it.

“I’ll keep an eye out!” He yelled out as he was already propelling himself up onto the rooftops, leaving you to stand along the cement sidewalk that once caused your demise, a love struck look upon your face as you began to carefully and slowly make your way back to your apartment.

“Hm...Eraserhead...What a strange way to meet you....”

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hello, asgard (the adventures of y/n stark)

summary: a collection of vignettes, which can be read in any order, that detail the life and adventures of y/n stark, a self-proclaimed baker, thrill seeker, and an all around good person.

a/n: the motivation behind it was.....well i just wanted to write something happy because marvel has fUCKED me up!!!! i took a year long hiatus and i’m ready to start writing again

warnings: swearing, probably.

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“I’ll take you to Asgard if your father lets me take you.”

Loki sighed, for the millionth time, when you asked him to tell you a story from his time in the foreign kingdom. He thought it be better to take you there himself, but only if Tony allowed it to happen.

“You’re my favorite Odinson,” you said outright because of his proposition, patting his arm before leaving to find your father. Loki let out a chuckle and clasped his hands behind his back before setting out to look for Thor, planning on telling him about the proposal he had just made with you.

You had entered the lab, which was always the first place you looked for your father. There he was, hunched over the glass laboratory table like it was something he wanted to protect.

“I have a proposal,” you said, standing in the empty space in front of him.

Tony looked up and took his goggles off, putting the small blow torch beside him and took his gloves off.

“What’s up, kiddo?”

“Let Loki and Thor take me to Asgard and I won’t bother you about being on a mission for a whole week.”

The look Tony’s face deadpanned.

“Y/N Stark, you are not going to Asgard.”

You crossed your arms and raised your eyebrow. “And why not?”

Tony scoffed and put his hands on his hips before opening his mouth. “Well first of all, I don’t trust those two lunatics to show you a fun time and keep you safe. They’re goddamn royalty, for crying out loud. Second, I can barely keep track of you on the planet you were born in. How am I supposed to keep tabs on you from a different galaxy?”

“I can always keep a tracker on me,” you said, shrugging. “Thor took one the last time he went back so we know it works!”

Tony rubbed his temples and sighed. “Kiddo, I’m not really comfortable with you going to another planet.”

You rolled your eyes and sat down in defeat when Peter Parker walked into the room, presumably using the laboratory as a shortcut to get to the common area, seeing as he had a box of pizza in his hands.

“Peter!” you yelled. He jumped in shock but cleared his throat to keep his composure.

“Y/N, you scared the daylights out of me,” he said while catching his breath.

You practically ran up to him and ushered the poor boy in the direction of your father, putting your arm around Peter’s waist while your hand touched his bicep, making sure he wouldn’t run away.

“Peter, you think Asgard’s a fascinating place that I should totally visit, right?”

Peter looked between you and Tony, trying to decide which side he should take. While Tony was looking at him with his eyebrow raised, you looked up at Peter with a smile that the sun couldn’t compete with. He felt conflicted; Tony scared him to bits because he knew he could take away the Spider-Man suit, but Peter knew that you wouldn’t talk to him until you felt like the punishment was over and it was absolute hell in the tower if you weren’t around. I mean, who else would watch cheesy eighties films with him? (Other than Steve and Bucky who were still trying to catch up with pop culture, but even they needed a breather or two.)

Peter gave an apologetic look to Tony. “Sorry, Mr. Stark. Your daughter scares me more than you do.”

You smiled in triumph and opened the pizza box to steal a slice from Peter.

“I’m gonna have to give you that too, huh?”

“I don’t make the rules, Parker,” you said with a smug smile. Peter laughed and exited the laboratory, leaving you and Tony alone.

“I’ll have two of the strongest Asgardians with me!” you exclaimed. “I’ll be safe and I’ll bring the suit.”

“It’s still a no!” Tony yelled as you walked out of the lab, letting him continue his work before you had interrupted.

***

Steve was chatting with T’Challa and Okoye about current pop culture in America, and he was surprised that they knew so much about a country they hadn’t spent that much time in.

You popped your head in for a quick second, to gain support for your “Get-Y/N-To-Asgard” campaign. So far, three against one.

Upon seeing Steve sitting in an empty meeting room, you entered and enveloped him in a big hug, letting your head rest on his chin.

“You know you’re my favorite, right?”

Steve laughed and his upper body shook, returning the hug as you waved to the two Wakandans on the screen.

“Hey, guys! Long time no talk. Did Shuri tell you about the time she prank called Bucky?”

Okoye couldn’t stop laughing and T’Challa tried his best to keep it in when she let out a loud snort.

“We didn’t hear the end of it! Prank wars are the bane of my existence, except when the prank is on someone else,” T’Challa replied, referring to the video Shuri took of him getting throws off guard by his suit that sat on a mannequin.

“What do you want?” Steve asked with his left eyebrow raised high.

“What, can I not greet my favorite Avenger?”

“Something smells fishy,” Steve said. “I don’t know if I like where this is going.”

“Well,” you said, stretching out the ‘L’ syllable, “Loki and Thor want to take me to Asgard and I’m trying to convince my dad it’s a good idea. I have the suit he built and the tracker. Plus, I’ll be escorted by two royal Asgardians!”

“Y/N, you’re too young to be going into outer space,” Steve said as you pulled away to sit next to him.

“I have to agree,” Okoye said.

“I thought you were on my side!” you said dramatically. “All those days of me ranting about Asgard...”

“For what it’s worth, you have my support,” T’Challa said.

You first pumped the air and the three adults laughed at your antics before you stood up and left the room, giving Steve one more hug and waving goodbye.

***

“What about Captain Marvel?” Peter asked you with an eyebrow raised.

“Oh, Carol? I could probably ask her to come with me. I mean, I don’t really know her schedule but I’m pretty sure my dad would say yes to me going anywhere if Carol was there,” you said with a shrug.

You watched as Peter tinkered with the screwdriver as you lay on your back against the cushioned floor in an empty room that has yet to have a good use.

“Could you call her?” Peter asked before testinf his webshooters.

He heard a prominent ‘thwip’ sound, but the projection wasn’t nearly as far as Peter has thought. He frowned and you chuckled, pulling out your phone to see Carol’s location.

“That’s a negative. She’s doing recon on some other planets and I can’t call her until she’s back in our galaxy,” you said with a sigh. “I think she’s coming back in two days?”

“Shoot her a text,” Peter suggested.

You shrugged and opened the iMessage app.

To: Captain Danvers

hey carol! no rush or anything but when you get the chance, can you come back to stark tower?? there’s some stuff i want to talk to you about :D love ya and stay safe out in the galaxy.

“Okay, I just hope she’s able to receive it before my dad actually stops considering letting me go.”

“I think he stopped considering that last week when Thor brought up Asgard at breakfast, Y/N,” he said, not once looking up from his wrist.

You rolled your eyes and aimlessly scrolled through social media apps.

“Did you know that Thor still called me ‘Little Stark’? I mean, I’m not that little.”

“Considering you’re way shorter than Thor is, you’re pretty little.”

“Sometimes he still calls me ‘Baby Stark,’ as if I’m still that eleven year old kid he met.”

Peter laughed at the fond memories of watching you succumb to embarrassment with the nickname and shot a web in your direction, to which you stuck you tongue out.

“You are a pain in my ass, Peter Parker.”

“That may be, but you know you love it.”

You scoffed playfully and took one of Peter’s spare webshooters that lay in front of him and shot him in the knee.

“Hey!” he said, grimacing at the material on his jeans. “This isn’t gonna come off for another two hours!”

“Now you know how I feel,” you muttered, suddenly seeing a text from Carol.

From: Captain Danvers

Hey, kiddo. Finished a job earlier than expected and I’ll be back in NY in about six hours. Let’s talk then?

To: Captain Danvers

sounds GREAT! i hope things went well?

From: Captain Danvers

You bet! Everyone’s safe and sound, and the threat’s eliminated. I could go for a fresh pot of coffee when I come back. See you soon!

To: Captain Danvers

see ya soon!!

***

In the end, Tony ended up letting you visit Asgard when Loki, Thor, and Carol found a time in their very busy schedules to take you to Asgard.

Were you going to have to wait for a millennium until everyone had a free day? You were.

Were you going to wait anyway?

Absolutely.

***

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His Bloody Rose (Stefano Valentini fanfiction) Chapter 5 - Red Flags

Fear.

That's all I could feel.

Pure fear surging through my body.

"Bella. . ." I heard a smooth voice whisper in my ear. "Open your eyes, you can look at me. . ."

More fear went through me, and I shook my head. There was a low   chuckle coming from above me. I felt fire in my stomach, beginning to   overcome my entire form. I was terrified where it would spread to.

Something inside me begged not to let that warmth meet my heart.

"Rosa. . ." murmured the voice above me.

I could feel warm hands resting gently on my arms, not pinning me down forcefully but holding me gently. I felt my body, still full of   fear, begin to squirm as I wanted to get away from the thing causing it.

"Look at me, my dear."

The commanding tone made me open my eyes, and I looked up at the   person in front of me. Stefano Valentini lay on top of me, a twisted   smile on his face as he looked at me.

"My, your eyes are so pretty," he whispered as he leaned down. He pressed his lips to my forehead, a soft kiss rippling through my head.

The fire erupted through my entire body. The warmth from Stefano's lips fueled the fire, and I began to cry out.  I squirmed more as I felt flames emit from my body, tears streaming   down my face. Pain and fear mixed through me, feeling my body turn to   ash. My body disintegrated and collapsed, scattering across the blank   surface that I lay on.

"Bella Rosa," he murmured in my  ear that was no longer there, a smile dancing across his lips, "You are  such an elegant being, and you will be my most prized work of art."

-

I  awoke with a jerk, surrounded by darkness. I knew it was late at night from how dark it was in the room, making me realize I was laying in my room.  I felt my heart pounding in my chest, still feeling the warmth of the  fire heat my body. I pulled at my sheets, feeling my tangled pajamas  covered in sweat sticking to my body.

Now that I was released from  my prison of warmth, the sweat began to cool my body like it was meant  to. I lay back, just breathing a sigh of relief. I realized I still felt  warm in my core, my stomach twisting like I was sick. I shuddered,  trying not to think on the dream, but inevitably realizing that I could  still feel Stefano's lips on my forehead and his breath against my ear  and neck.

I jumped up, fear surging through me as I ran to the light switch.

Looking  around my room, nothing looked out of place. I breathed deeply in hopes  of calming down, letting myself take in every detail and mess  throughout my room.

No one but me was in my room. I swallowed  the saliva that had accumulated in my mouth. I felt my heart begin to  slow it's erratic pace. The heavy heat in my chest and stomach cooled,  and I shivered as I stood in the empty room.

I turned to leave my bedroom, then I hesitate. I walk to my bag and grab my laptop, flipping it open and turn it back on.  I can't handle being alone right now. Though, as I in fact live alone,  I'll have to make due with YouTube videos and music to calm myself.

While  waiting for it to boot up, I walk with my laptop to my kitchen. I set  it on the counter and type my password into the sign-in page. The screen  lights up with an automated message of "Welcome back, Rose" before the  loading screen disappears and opens on my notes from the guest lecture.

I  glance over the notes I had taken from the questions asked at the end  of the lecture. I stood there, reading over the exact phrases the   officer used and the notes I interjected while listening.

"How to protect yourself:

"The  serial killer is likely charismatic; probably attractive (subjective,  I'm sure); has a sense of entitlement to women's bodies (since no men  with killer's M.O. have shown up); likely did not have relationship with  victims, friendship or acquaintance or otherwise; killer seems to go  for women searching for modelling or acting or beauty jobs; "distinct  affection (wrong word) for actions while dismembering his or her victims";  killer gravitates towards young women with pale skin with mild  imperfections and brown or black hair; hair length, age, eye color, and  heights varying."

I read over the last two notes a few  times. I reached a hand to my short brown hair. I had hoped that because  I kept it short I wouldn't put me on the potential menu, so to speak.

My  mind floated back to my dream. I shuddered again, then turned to fill  my kettle with water. It's dark out, so obviously it's too late for  coffee, but it's never too late to make a cup of tea.

I might idealize British culture too much.

I  let my mind sort out the details it was focusing on as I clicked on the  burner under the kettle. I hesitated as I thought about the list the  chief had given us. My mind fluttered with details I had picked up, or  thought I had realized.

Stefano's charming smile and charismatic  gait. He's the only man that's actually been able to turn my head, the first person I've encountered that I would deem "attractive" or someone that looks appealing to me.  That's at least two things checked off.

"Entitled to women's  bodies" rang in my head. The thought of how he had acted both times I  had spoken with him; the way he kissed my hand when I thought he was  going to shake it again, and the way he had pulled me to him and kissed  my forehead. The way he had forced me to look at him while he stared at  me and held my face in his hand. The way he spoke made me think he  believed he owned me, saying I was "his good luck charm," and seeming  like he was entitled to my time and attention when he had encouraged me  to sit with him and review his photos.

Was I reading too far into his interactions with me?

And the photographs he had shown me, it had reminded me of the crime scene photographs I had seen.

I hesitantly went back to my computer screen. I opened a new tab and typed "Stefano Valentini" into the search bar.

I swallowed to myself as the page loaded.  I had resisted looking him up, but now I'm worried about this suspicion growing in my mind. A news article appeared as the first link, and I grabbed it, putting it into a new tab.

I  read through the article, it being about the body being found: a woman  named Emily Lewis. I scrolled through, realizing I had read through this  story before. I kept reading, coming across the paragraph "Emily's  longtime friend Stefano Valentini appeared heartbroken at the news:  'It's a terrible thing that happened to my lovely model... At least I  was able to capture her essence forever before it was destroyed.'"

My eyes flickered, now finding meaning in what I thought was a throwaway quote from a random citizen.

Could this be real? My stomach turned at the thought. Could this man really be a serial killer? Is he the serial killer terrorizing Krimson?

Those  bloody photos, the women in them missing limbs like the crime scene  photos. Almost exactly the same limbs missing, their bodies looking less  like special effects in my mind and more like actual corpses being used  to create photographs.

Could Stefano have used models as props, as literal props and killed them?

I jerked, then sped walked to my bedroom again. I rummaged around and found my school bag, grabbing inside it and finding my phone. I opened it and unlocked it. I quickly dialed 911, ready to make a full statement and explain what I had realized.

Then I hesitated. Was a charismatic man enough for me to call the police? Just because he acted like he did doesn't mean he's a serial killer

No. No, I must be acting irrational.

I let my hand drop to my side and walked back to my kitchen. As I walked in, the kettle began to boil and whistle on the stove. Swallowing, I set my phone by my computer and poured the water into my mug. I exited the phone app and opened the timer function. I typed in the time for my tea on my phone, starting and setting it back down on the counter.

I sighed and turned back to my computer. I read over the statement again, thinking over it as much as I could.

Then the phrase "longtime friend" jumped out at me. Stefano had known Mrs. Lewis for a long time. That was completely unlike what the chief had said while speaking in class today, that the killer likely didn't know his victims very long before killing them.

I forced a laugh at myself. Of course, I completely missed that. I chuckled out a sigh to try and calm myself. I don't need to be so afraid. I began rereading the entire article again, trying to commit it to memory.

After calming myself down, I realized that jumping at shadows after a nightmare is probably not a good idea. Stefano can't be the serial killer in Krimson, I'm sure the police would have centered in on him far too fast otherwise.

That doesn't mean Stefano isn't dangerous or trying to implant ideas in my head. He seemed to be taking interest in me, maybe, since he's been acting somewhat affectionate towards me. Or maybe that's completely incorrect too, and I'm completely misreading the situation.

My phone rang out, drawing me out of my thoughts. I looked down and saw my timer had stopped and was beeping at me to shut off the alarm. I unlocked my phone again and stopped the timer. I turned and began preparing my tea.

As I reached behind my computer for the sugar, I closed out of the news article tab and clicked another link. It was another news article, but not about a murder this time.

I placed my mug by my computer and went to my fridge to get some milk. After pouring milk in the tea, then putting it back away, I pulled out a spoon to stir the tea. I looked over the article I had clicked on, written by a Susan Phi, stirring as I began reading.

It was ruthless. It tore into Stefano and how he portrayed women with his art, how he is a professional photographer but not an artist. It spoke about how he had been injured while working as a war photographer, and it changed how he saw the world. When when he had returned from service he began to make art with a deeper meaning and reflections on what beauty means.

"Oh," I mumbled under my breath. I felt myself beginning to understand.

His reaction when I complimented his work had nothing to do with affection towards me specifically. His photographs hadn't been received well when he exhibited them. People were being so unkind to him about his art, following a set mind that when a man portrays only women he is only interested in the sexual appeal.

That explains why he was trying to gain a spot in my community college's gallery. He believed so much in his work, that was evident when he showed me his photos, but he wasn't being given a welcome reception by the professional art community.

I realized I had been stirring my tea this entire time. I stopped and turned to put the spoon in the sink.

Oh, this poor man. I was about to send the police after him, and he most definitely doesn't deserve it. He has been run off his feet trying to get recognition with his art and was constantly being forced into a niche of "shock value" that doesn't resonate with his work at all. I've seen shock value work, I've made some myself and watched people in my art classes present their gory and violent ideas in my art classes. Stefano's work wasn't anywhere close to that, that is so obvious to anyone who has spent any portion their life studying art.

I bit my lip, bringing my mug to my mouth to blow gently over the top of it. I sipped carefully at the tea, hoping that I would have a chance to make it up to him, despite him not knowing I had that thought.

I look at a few more articles from the local paper, reading about him.

Stefano Valentini. He's most certainly the most interesting artist I had ever come into contact with.

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[hyuckles-chuckles]

hi ;) — s. johnny

johnny sends some racy messages to you in class, but little did you know it was a misunderstanding.

pairing ; johnny seo x fem!reader

other character(s) ; mentions of jung jaehyun

genre ; fluff, humour, college!au · word count ; 0.8k · rating ; pg13 · warning(s) ; suggestive content

request ; “johnny + 30 : ‘this was a mistake.’ + 35 : ‘did they really dm you that?’” by anon!

masterlist ; 1 year of adobe

a/n ; hope you like it anon!!! i tried to make it as short as possible (with it being a drabble and all) and i think i did okay! this is the first of the 1 Year of Adobe fics, i hope everyone is anticipating the rest!!

hi ;) is copyright 2019 hyuckles-chuckles, all rights reserved.

You were in your photography theory class when you got bored and decided to scroll through your Instagram. You — surprisingly — had studied this section in advance and were already knowledgeable in it, so you took out your phone and spent the lesson looking through your home feed on the social media platform.

“Someone’s confident in themselves?” your friend whispered in your ear noticing you on your phone.

“Yes I am,” you whispered back. “I already know all of this stuff.”

Your friend turned back to your professor to actually take part in the lesson, unlike you who had come across a picture from a student in your class; Johnny Seo.

He was by far the best reason to get out of your dorm and go to this class. And not to mention he was a good photographer too.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t posted a picture of himself but instead of a photo of a project he had been working on. He had posted a series of photos for his #johntography special on his Instagram. Despite the post not being about him, you gave it a like because they were amazing photos.

It wasn’t long after you exited Instagram for an alternative app when you got a notification from Instagram. You pulled your notification tab to see who it came from.

You gasped loudly as you saw who it was from, getting stares from those around you. Your friend asked you what’s wrong. You showed them the message you got.

@seo_johntography: Hi ;)

“Are you kidding me?” your friend asked, lesson completely forgotten. “He’s so hot!”

“I know,” you grimaced. “Did he mean that?”

You saw your friend’s eye roll from ear-to-ear. “What could he mean by ‘hi’ and an old winky face? I think he just wants to say ‘hi’! So say ‘hi’ back!”

You stuck your tongue out at your friend before turning to your app and messaging Johnny back.

@y/ns_pretty_pics: Hi

It wasn’t long for Johnny to reply, it seemed like he wasn’t paying attention in class either.

@seo_johntography: I see you’re not paying attention to the lesson and instead liking my pictures from my trip to Chile. Why?

@y/ns_pretty_pics: I’ve already done this work and I got bored. What are you doing on your phone in class?

@seo_johntography: I’m trying to send you a picture of my dick

You quickly locked your phone before you could see anything else.

“What’s wrong? Too awkward to talk?” you friend jokingly asked.

You didn’t say anything but silently turned your phone on to show your friend what Johnny had messaged you last.

“Did he really DM you that?” your friend asked turning in their seat to look at Johnny, whose hands were suspiciously underneath his table.

“Yes and I don’t know what to do about it,” you mumbled.

Your phone buzzed in between the two of you. “Looks like you’re going to have decide sooner, he’s already sent it.”

@seo_johntography: image sent

@seo_johntography: There’s my dick! Isn’t she cute?!

“He really just sent me a dick pic, unbelievable,” you said into your hands.

“Ew! He calls it a ‘she’, that’s just weird,” your friend said looking at your notifications.

“I know right!” you said as you got up and made accidental eye contact with Johnny. He pointed to his phone, motioning for you to read your message. You gave him an awkward smile as you turned back to your friend.

“What do I do?” you pleaded.

“Open it, see if she’s worth it,” your friend said, putting their interest back on the lesson.

You opened up your messages, expecting the worst — but you were pleasantly surprised.

@y/ns_pretty_pics: Uhm, Johnny, I think you may want to look at what you said…..

You were very pleased to see a picture of a cute duckling instead of Johnny’s…privates.

You looked over at Johnny who was furiously typing away at his phone. You laughed a little at him, knowing why he was in such a rush to type his message and send. You had seen that he read your message and probably found out why it had taken you so long to message him back.

When the bell had rung ending your class, you got a long message from Johnny.

@seo_johntography: OMG IM SO SORRY, MY FRIEND JAEHYUN MUST’VE DONE SOMETHING TO MY PHOEN BECAUSE I GOT THIS DUCKLING RECENTLY! (SEE SHES LIKE SUPER CUTE AND STUFF) I WOULD NEVER MEVER NEVER DO THIS PLEASE FORGIVR ME PLEASE!!!

But before you could reply, a tall figure was standing in front of your table, apologising to you profusely.

“I’m so sorry!” he said. “I didn’t mean to say all of that! This was a mistake!”

“Johnny, it’s okay!” you said getting up to put your hands on his shoulders. “I found the whole situation funny.”

“So does he,” Johnny said pointing at Jaehyun who was bent over the table laughing.

“I see,” you giggled.

“Well, at least let me make it up to you,” Johnny flirted, eyebrow raised.

“How will you do that?” you asked him, head tilted, eyes fluttering.

“I’ll take you out for lunch and you can meet my duck. Her name��s Dawn.” He stuck out his hand for to shake his hand

“Deal,” you said, shaking his hand.

But before you could take your hand away, he took it in his other and led you to lunch.

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[doodlelolly0910]

Once Upon a Christmas Eve

A/N: Merry Christmas @princesswan I was your Secret Santa this year! I hope you like this little piece I've put together for you and I hope it posts correctly (I've never queued anything before lol). Thanks to @cssecretsanta2k18 for putting together such an awesome event!

*This is unbeta'd and any mistakes are my own*

“It started with a kiss.

Well, to be most accurate, it started a bit before that, as many fairytales do.

Let's just start from the beginning, shall we?

Once upon a time, there was a boy. A man, really. And the man, while devilishly handsome, was very lonely.

Now, the man was very fortunate and he had many friends. He had a job he loved working on a great ship, an older brother who he was very close with, but something was missing. Let's call the man Killian.

It was the start of the Christmas season, not so very long ago, and Killian was feeling especially low. He had just broken off his engagement with a woman who he thought he was very much in love with and, in complete honesty, he was feeling quite sorry for himself. So he decided to meet his friend at the local… tavern. Killian had been waiting for his friend to show up for almost an hour that cold winter’s night and he was beginning to get impatient. He had already drank far too much, er, eggnog that night and he was in a mood of sorts. Killian was sure his friend, the idiot Will Scarlett, had blown him off completely. So he sat alone and drank his eggnog in relative peace.

Killian was sure he was broadcasting his ill aura to all around him, souring the Christmas spirit in the air with his grinchiness, but, as it turned out, he was mistaken. He heard a voice from behind him.

‘Buy you another?’ it said and when Killian turned around, there was a beautiful blonde woman standing behind him. Now, Killian was no shy lad, but remember, he was intent on wallowing in his sorrows this particular evening and he was very much not interested in company. Unless, of course, Will bloody Scarlett had deigned to grace the tavern with his presence so Killian could give him a piece of his mind.

So he told the woman, ‘No, thank you, lass. I'm waiting on someone.’ But the woman was persistent, intent on getting Killian's attention.

‘You have an accent! English?’ she asked in her own accent, Australian, perhaps, but that's inconsequential. Killian was trying to be polite, but he had little patience for anyone that evening. Nevertheless, he was a gentleman, and a gentleman mustn't be rude to a fair lady if he can avoid it.

‘Aye,’ he told her, because he had come from England with his brother, Liam, Scarlett, and his former fiancée about ten years before because the ship of his dreams had gone up for sale in a city called Boston, but he didn't have the money to buy the ship and have it brought to England. So he came to it instead.

‘You're cute,’ the woman told him shamelessly, placing her hand on his arm. ‘Are you sure you don't want another drink?’

Killian looked at the woman again. He could feel how fake his smile was but he just couldn't bring himself to be any friendlier to the poor girl in his sorry state.

‘I'm quite sure, love, thank you,’ he said. ‘I'm still working on this one and, as I said, I'm waiting for someone.’

The woman looked undeterred, perhaps having had too much eggnog herself that evening, and she moved closer to him. ‘You've been alone all night, I don't think she's coming,’ she told him and Killian was beginning to get very uncomfortable. He began looking around the tavern for exits he could possibly make his escape through when a hand landed on his opposite arm.

‘There you are,’ a new melodic voice said and when Killian turned, he found himself stunned into speechlessness, for surely he was now in the presence of an angel.

There before him stood the most beautiful creature he had ever encountered. Her long blonde hair fell in golden curls over her shoulders, hiding the buttons of the form fitting red sweater she wore. She had green eyes, the kind that sparkled with mischief, but were also deep and soulful, like she'd lived a much harder life than most but came out a stronger person on the other side. She was cool and confident, exuding a radiant inner beauty that was only matched by her breathtaking external features. Killian had never in his life seen a more lovely lass than she.

‘I've been looking all over for you,’ she said, her hand wandering up Killian's shoulder as she tucked herself into his side. He was absolutely gobsmacked, be it from her presence or the ru- er, eggnog he'd been drinking, he'd never know, but that didn't stop him from racking his fuzzy brain trying to remember why she might have sought him out. ‘Who's this?’ she asked, nodding her dimpled chin to his other side and suddenly Killian remembered the other woman.

She was a pretty, spritely thing, but she couldn't hold a candle to the angel. The first woman, Killian had noticed, was now upset, but refusing to relinquish her hold on his arm, despite the angel's clear claim being staked.

‘I'm the one who kept him company while he was sitting up here all by himself,’ the woman said, quite nastily. The angel was unperturbed, her hand finding the back of his neck, and he was unashamed to say the simple touch gave him goosebumps.

‘Well, thanks for keeping my boyfriend company, I appreciate it. Can we buy you a drink?’ the angel asked and put her arms around Killian's shoulder, clearly staking her claim. He shrugged and played along with his savior. He allowed himself to touch her for the first time and slipped his own arm around her waist. It felt right, having her in his arms. Like she just fit there.

‘He never mentioned a girlfriend,’ the other woman said.

‘Well, here I am,’ the angel replied. ‘And we are going to go find a table, if you didn't need anything else.’ She grasped the hand Killian had on her waist in her own and began to pull him away. The other woman tugged on his other arm and held him in place. The look that came over his savior’s face, one of challenge and dark amusement, was one he would never forget.

Before Killian even knew what was happening, the blonde avenger had seized Killian by the collar of his jacket and her lips met his. He felt like he'd come alive again, months of heartache melting away as she kissed him. He couldn't help but to kiss her back, completely giving in to the spark that had ignited between them. Beneath the kiss itself, which was earth shaking enough as it was, a glimmer of hope rekindled in his soul.

Killian didn't notice, being too enraptured by his savior angel and their kiss, but the other woman had left without another word. The angel pulled away from him and gave him a beautiful smile, then patted him on the shoulder.

‘You looked really uncomfortable,’ she told him. ‘Sorry if I overstepped.’

Killian was surprised by her apology, having thought his gratefulness had been written all over his face. He needed to let the angel know he appreciated her.

So he told her, ‘Not at all. I wasn't amenable to company this evening and she wasn't getting the hint, clearly. I'm just fortunate that you came along to save me.’

She smiled at Killian again, a dazzling smile that lit up her gorgeous green eyes from within. He couldn't believe how beautiful she was and he thought for a moment the eggnog might have had him hallucinating.

‘You're welcome, then,’ the angel replied. ‘I better get back to my friends, but it was nice to meet you…’

‘Killian,’ he filled in for her. ‘Killian Jones.’

She nodded, that lustrous curtain of golden curls moving with her.

‘Well, Killian Jones, I hope you have a good rest of your night.’ And with that, she turned to walk away. Killian wasn't quite ready for her to go yet. In complete honesty, he wouldn't have minded if she never left his side, which was a silly thought to have about someone you've just met, but he couldn't help himself. So he called out to her.

‘Am I worthy to know the name of my savior?’ he asked. The angel looked over her shoulder as she walked away and said but two simple words that would change his life forever.

‘Emma Swan.’

Killian was sure he was grinning like a fool at just the sound of her lovely name as he cashed out his tab with the bar keep, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

That night, he was absently thumbing through his Facebook app when a friend request came through from a name he didn't recognize. Someone called Ruby Lucas. As one should always be wary of these kinds of things, he didn't accept right away. Instead, he went to do some investigating to try and figure out who this strange woman was that sent him a request.

He went to her page and looked at her profile picture to see if he recognized the lass, but he didn't. She was very pretty, long brown hair, a little too much makeup, but Killian couldn't place her. So he swiped through a few more of her pictures. When he got to about the third or fourth picture, he was shocked to see a face he did recognize staring back at him.

There, in the middle of a group picture that seemed to have taken place at some sort of hen party, was Emma, the angel. He could hardly believe his luck. He scrolled back up and selected the accept button on the friend request, and he absolutely did not drop his phone in his haste. Killian Jones is a calm, collected, rational man.

No sooner had he accepted the request did a message come through, an eloquent ‘hey there’’ blinking at him from the screen. He replied with a ‘hello’ of his own. Ruby asked him if he'd been in the tavern that evening and Killian confirmed he had been. Ruby then replied with just one more thing and promptly logged off. The message said: ‘Rabbit Hole, 12/24, 7:00 PM. Emma will be there. You should come.’

Killian was completely taken aback by this turn of events, but he could only jump at the chance to see the angel again, so he made sure his schedule was clear. He wasn't due at his brothers until Christmas Day, fortunately and that left him wide open for whatever it was that Ruby had requested him for.

The night of the Christmas Eve came and Killian was very nervous. He had changed clothes at least a dozen times and checked the clock at least a dozen more. After he was finally satisfied that he had stalled enough, he made it to the tavern in record time. As not to seem too eager, he decided to sit in the car until 7:00 rolled around.

Now, Killian could definitely say he knew his way around a woman, but Emma had thrown him off so completely that he started having doubts about himself, not that he would let her or anyone know that. When Emma kissed him, it had thrown his world off kilter, but what if she didn't feel the same? What if it was just a kiss to her? What if she was upset that he was there again? As he sat contemplating the situation in his car, a soft tap sounded at the window. Killian looked up and was rendered immediately speechless, a novelty for him, to be certain. There staring at him through the thin separation of the window glass, a gorgeous, albeit laughing, smile on her lips, was Emma.

Killian smiled back, opening the car door and getting out of it immediately. He didn't know what to do or say, but that didn't stop an outlandishly flirtatious ‘hello, love’ falling from his lips. From across the car park, a woman that Killian recognized from her Facebook picture as none other than Ruby Lucas called out some slightly inappropriate encouragement to her friend.

‘So, you're the surprise,’ Emma told him and it took Killian a minute longer than he would have liked to admit to catch her meaning. It wasn't his fault that the second he turned back to look at Emma he was lost in her sparkling, jade colored eyes. It was an eventuality that he’d lose his head around her at some point during the evening.

‘I suppose I am,’ he replied when he had gotten his train of thought back on track. ‘It is lovely to see you again, Emma.’

‘It's nice to see you, too, Killian Jones.’

Killian had a very vivid memory of the night he met her, and he may or may not have looked at the pictures on Ruby's page a time or two in the days since her friend request, but Killian was still struck by Emma's beauty. Snow had begun to fall around them, and with the backdrop of the street lights behind her, she truly looked every inch the angel he initially had thought her to be.

‘You look stunning, love,’ he told her.

‘Thanks,’ she replied in her simplistic way. ‘You look…’

‘I know,’ he said cheekily when she fumbled for a compliment of her own. Her eyes narrowed at him but the corner of her mouth was lifted in amusement. Killian took that as a good sign. ‘Did you want to go inside?’ he asked, not wanting her to stand out in the cold longer than necessary. She agreed and they walked in together.

Once they made it through the door, Emma was greeted by a large group of people. The tavern was decorated in reds and greens, twinkling lights strung all around in the festive spirit of the upcoming holiday. Emma quickly introduced Killian to her friends and her brother, who was only just a tad overprotective of her. Killian has grown on him quite a bit since then, but that's another story for another time.

Killian didn't feel out of place once during the whole evening thanks to Emma. She was guarded, to be certain, but there was an underlying level of comfort amongst her friends that extended to Killian as well. He could tell right away that this was not a courtesy that was extended to many, and it made his heart swell with gratitude and he was just that much more enamored of her.

The activity in the tavern had dwindled down close to midnight and Emma's very merry brother, David, should have been cut off several… eggnogs before he was. But that didn't stop him from threatening Killian as his lovely wife tried to wrestle him out the door.

‘She likes you, Jones,’ he said. ‘And I'll admit you've grown on me, too. But if you hurt her I'm gonna have to declare a duel for her honor, sir. Don't you forget it.’ Killian would have been infinitely amused by the man's threats if he wasn't so elated at his revelation. Emma liked him. And it was all he could have wished for. He spotted Emma from across the floor as she stood bidding farewell to the infamous Ruby Lucas. Their eyes locked from across the room and Killian knew he was done for.

She smiled. He smiled back. Ruby laughed out loud and said something to Emma that made her turn several different shades of red. Killian's feet began to carry him across the room of their own volition. He had tunnel vision on Emma, his angel savior, and he vaguely heard something along the lines of ‘go get ‘er, tiger,’ as Ruby walked past. Before he knew it, he was standing in front of her again.

‘Hi,’ she said.

‘Hello, love,’ he said back.

Emma looked up towards the ceiling and Killian followed her gaze. There hanging from an exposed beam was a sprig of mistletoe. Now, if grown men got butterflies, Killian may have had a swarm of them in his stomach, but he would liken what he felt in that moment closer to a school of particularly violent fish swimming in his belly.

‘Merry Christmas, Killian,’ she whispered, her green eyes bright and so full of hope.

‘Merry Christmas, Emma,’ he replied, and took full advantage of the mistletoe tradition. This kiss was much gentler than the first, but no less life changing. The world began and ended with Emma in that moment and he knew that he needed to know her better, wanted her to stay in his life as long as he could keep her. When they broke away from one another, Emma's beautiful eyes fluttered open and Killian couldn't help the smile that was surely plastered all over his face.

‘Do you want to go get some coffee sometime?’ Emma asked. Killian couldn't agree fast enough. Little did either of them know when they walked into the Rabbit Hole that evening that they would be taking the first step towards their happy ever after.”

A soft gurgle and a coo sounded from the small bundle wrapped in Killian's arms. He smiled, his heart full to bursting, and he ran a knuckle over his newborn daughter's ruddy cheek. The babe yawned and squirmed before settling once more.

“A fairytale, huh?” a voice said from behind him. Killian turned to look at his wife with a grin. Emma was propped up on a mountain of pillows in the hospital bed where she lay, tired but happier than he'd ever seen her. Her hair was knotted in a messy bun on top of her head, her body clad in the standard green hospital gown, tubes sticking out of both arms, and she had never looked more radiant. His love for her had seemed to grow unendingly throughout the entire day, and this moment was no exception.

“Aye, love. My favorite fairytale and my second favorite Christmas Eve. I think this one tops it easily, but that day is a very close second,” Killian agreed. Emma hummed a sigh, her eyes fluttering closed once more and a soft smile on her lips.

“‘Snot the 24th anymore, though,” she said on a yawn. Killian glanced at the clock and saw it was after 1:00 in the morning. He chuckled and walked gingerly to her bedside so as not to jostle the infant in his arms and leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead.

“Happy Christmas, my darling. I love you both so very much.”

[quarterfromcanon]

You and Me, Always Between the Lines

Heather & Valencia - Femslash February - Day 18 - Right and Wrong [1,828 words]

Valencia opened a new message but hesitated over the keyboard. She chewed on her lower lip while she began to type.

Hey, girlfriend.

Highlight text. Delete.

Hey, girl.

Nine backspaces.

Hola, chica.

Valencia sighed and closed her eyes. She exited the app and returned to the home screen only to reopen messages immediately.

So, today’s the day. I’ve decided. I’m going Facebook official. 

Her thumb tapped send. She gripped the case with white knuckles. Within a minute, a reply appeared.

Whoa. Big step. How’re you feeling?

Good but also freaked out. I’m overthinking.

Have you talked to Beth about it? Is she with you?

Not right now. Multiple meetings until like seven o’clock tonight. She’s been sending me supportive texts in between.

Maybe you could postpone until she gets back?

I thought about it, but the time of day is kind of important to me. It’s a whole thing to try to explain here. I don’t know. This is probably silly. I’m just not sure if I can wait that much longer by myself.

A pause.

Do you want company?

She gulped past the sudden lump in her throat and gave the honest answer.

Sort of. I don’t want to ask for too much, though. I feel guilty. You’ve had to help me so many times as it is.

Valencia wiped a fingertip across her cheekbones. She watched three dots fade in and out of existence.

You’re my best friend. Best friends are supposed to come through when you need them.

The breath she’d been holding left her in a rush. Fresh tears spilled down her face.

I’ve been trying with all I’ve got to keep it together, but I guess reality’s hitting me pretty hard right now. If you’re positive you don’t mind... I do need you.

What time?

12:30, if you can make it?

I’ll be there.

___

“The door’s open!” Valencia responded to the familiar knock.

Heather turned the handle and poked her head into view. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Valencia greeted in a tremulous exhale. Her entire body was tense. The rims of her eyes were a vivid pink from crying. She flipped the phone between both palms on autopilot, faster with each passing second.

Heather entered the apartment and crossed the room. She held Valencia’s hands in hers until her friend relaxed. “How long have you been sitting here?”

“Since eight, if you don’t count the floor pacing and bathroom breaks, so... four-and-a-half hours?” 

Heather settled on the couch beside Valencia. She waited a moment to consider her advice before she voiced it aloud.

“V, listen, it’s like we toasted on your balcony that time, y’know? You make your own rules now. Whatever pressure you feel... This thing people have about online transparency...” Heather shook her head. She took a deep breath and met Valencia’s gaze. “It’s no one else’s call but yours.” 

Valencia nodded, although the worry did not fully leave her features. Heather searched for the right way to articulate what she wanted Valencia to understand.

“If this is part of what you need to feel comfortable in your skin, it’s cool. If you don’t want everyone on your friend list to know your business, that’s okay, too. You’ve already had so many super intimidating conversations. Your sisters, your dad, your mom -- oh my god, your mom -- like, that alone is such a huge deal. You got through all that in less than a year. You’re really brave.”

Valencia smiled feebly, but then sobs overtook her. Heather spotted a box of tissues. She got up to pull a few free and brought them back. 

“Thank you.” Valencia blotted her cheeks with the Kleenex. “I know I’m making myself sound like a damn liar, but I really do want to do this today.”

“I get it.” Heather shrugged. “People don’t make this easy. Even with ones who seem like they’ll be chill, you don’t actually know until you tell them. There’s always a moment of uncertainty. Also this many people at once? That’s a lot of variables.”

“Yeah.” Valencia pocketed the crumpled tissues.

“So what’s the ‘whole thing’ about the time?”

Valencia rested her chin on a throw pillow. “1 p.m. to 4 p.m. is the prime posting time for Facebook.” She grimaced and searched the reaction that flickered across Heather’s face. “It’s not to maximize likes or get more attention, I swear. It’s just that --”

“You’re doing the Band-Aid approach,” Heather realized. “Quick as possible, all at once. If you post during hours with less dashboard traffic, that means even more waiting for stragglers who might have something to say. You’ll keep checking for notifications over and over. Doing this now means dealing with most of it in one cluster.”

“Exactly.” Valencia noticed the clock at the corner of her open laptop. “Oh God. It’s five ’til one.”

She restored the minimized tab to confront the rectangular button on the page. 

“Already set up,” she said, more to herself than to Heather. “Just a command away.”

She hovered the mouse over it, slid the cursor aside, and returned to the spot -- back and forth ad nauseam while Heather waited patiently beside her. Valencia withdrew her fingers from the touchpad like it scalded her. She rubbed the knees of her leggings and shook her head. “I can’t do it. I can’t press it. Here, you click it.” 

She tried to push the laptop to Heather, but Heather slid it back to her.

“It’s gotta be you,” Heather insisted softly.

Valencia tapped once and then flopped sideways to hide behind Heather. “I did it,” she acknowledged in disbelief. “It’s out there for everyone.”

Valencia Perez is in a relationship with Elizabeth Brighton.

“Yep.” Heather twisted her arm to pat Valencia’s shoulder. “You stuck to your plan.”

Valencia clamped her eyelids shut. “Now comes the more difficult part: the wait for the first response.” She texted Beth with trembling fingers to tell her that the news was publicly shared. Then Valencia sat up, but she still couldn’t bring herself to peek at the top blue bar. “Is there a bubble with a number?” she asked while inspecting the ceiling. “Did someone say something?”

Heather looked up from her own cell phone. “Oh, hey, you’ve got one.”

Valencia verified the statement in a split-second. Her complexion went ashen. She touched the single digit with the cursor and gave the inbox a moment to load.

Heather Davis (1)

“You sent me a message?” 

Heather could see Valencia in her periphery, turned toward her. She continued to sift through sites without actually reading anything and did not raise her head. “Yeah.”

“What does it say?”

Heather couldn’t suppress a faint laugh. “If I tell it to you out loud, that kinda defeats the purpose.”

Valencia returned her focus to the laptop. Heather glanced at Valencia’s face but then flicked to the screen instead.

I usually save this for major breakthroughs because it already sounds mushy and fake, and I don’t want it to lose all meaning, but today’s a milestone for you so it totally counts. I’m really proud of you, Valencia. I know everything about coming out has been so fucking hard, but you kicked ass. Congratulations. Digital high five.

Valencia scrolled up once more so she could scan the entire thing again. Heather decided to examine the plants on the balcony, but then Valencia’s arms were around her. “I don’t deserve you.”

Heather returned the embrace with some reticence. “I’ve gotta agree to disagree on that one.”

Valencia laughed and tightened the hug. Heather’s arms shifted to fully enfold her. A new red update appeared. She relinquished the hold and gestured to the laptop. “The bell’s got a number now, too.”

Valencia picked up the computer. She set it on her lap, clicked the notification, and beamed.

“What is it?” Heather prompted.

“‘Elizabeth Brighton commented on your post,’” Valencia read. “She says, ‘I’m a lucky lady.’”

Heather mirrored Valencia’s pleased expression. It didn’t quite reach her eyes.

___

Later, when Heather was back in her car, a couple of text messages sprang to life on her phone.

ROOMIE

Valencia’s dating a woman? HER VERY FIRST WOMAN? Since when??? 

ROOMIE

I’ve never even met Beth. Have I met Beth? Have you?

Heather sighed and retreated behind her eyelids. She folded her arms against the steering wheel to lean on them. 

Incessant buzzing announced more messages.

ROOMIE

Do you think I was, like, her awakening?

ROOMIE

Holy crap. Who knew I had so much untapped bisexual influence? I PROMISE TO ONLY USE MY POWERS FOR GOOD. [wizard emoticon] [rainbow emoticon]

Heather peered at the ramblings without sitting upright. She bumped her forehead against her wrists in annoyance.

ROOMIE

Hey, where are you, by the way? If you’re already out and about, can you buy us some more eggs and coffee grounds? We’re running low. And by “low,” I mean I finished off both this morning. Don’t kill me! xoxo

Heather opened the conversation. She addressed only the most recent question.

I can get them on the way home. See you at the house.

She tossed her phone onto the passenger seat and left Valencia’s parking lot in the direction of the grocery store. While stuck at the first stoplight, Heather’s eyes began to bother her. A dull ache surrounded them. She blinked in an effort to calm it.

By the second intersection, her vision started to blur. “What the hell?” Heather rubbed furiously with the heels of her hands. “I’m trying to drive here.”

Her lungs burned as she rounded the bend.

“Can everything just chill? It’s kinda important for me to be in control of my faculties while I’m steering a three thousand pound vehicle.”

When the market was in sight, she heard an alert vibration.

“Rebecca Bunch, I swear...,” Heather mumbled. She parked and snatched up the cell. The contact name wasn’t ROOMIE this time.

V

Twelve comments, all positive. I can’t believe it. Thank you again for everything.

Heather’s eyesight swam until the letters were beyond recognition. She felt the warm moisture overflow and tumble down her cheek. A similar trail of water traced along her nose.

“Oh my god, stop.” Heather swiped upward with a curved finger and touched the irritated ducts. “What is going on right now? Get back in there.”

It was no use. The more she fought the urge, the more tears emerged to join the first two. Heather puffed out an exhale. She rolled her eyes skyward. “Okay. This is happening.”

She sat miserably still and permitted the unshakable emotion to rise. A faint whimper escaped the back of her throat, but she gulped it into silence. Minutes ticked by on her dashboard. “Ugh, get it together, dude.”

Heather dabbed the evidence away with her sleeves, picked up her phone, and texted back to Valencia.

See? The worst is over. I’m really happy for you.

She meant it.

Truly.

But it was some time before Heather regained her composure.

[coffeekaspbrak]

Pictures of you- chapter one

For proper spacing visit my ao3 chapter 2 is already up there!

Eddie climbed the stairs to his apartment with dread weighing heavy on his body, that and the water that soaked his clothes. It had been a long day of driving and dealing with passengers, all while trying to navigate New York City through the rain. Getting his limo app service off the ground proved to be great for business, but not so great for his sanity. On the way to pick to one of his ever so gracious customers, he’d been rear ended by some asshole going 50 in an area with a speed limit of 30. He couldn’t slow down fast enough for a red light and ended up hitting Eddie’s limo. Eddie had jolted forward, his chest hitting the steering wheel. His breathing became short and rapid as his heart raced, the signs of an oncoming Asthma attack. He reached for his inhaler in the glove compartment and pulled on the trigger with a shaking hand. He was so stunned for a minute or so, he couldn’t get out of the car. Until the man who had hit him came out of his car; shouting and banging on Eddie’s window, saying he should’ve seen him coming.

As ridiculous as that accusation was, the man was reasonable enough to exchange his information with Eddie. The incident hadn’t caused any lethal damage, but the bumper of the limo was now wonky and dented. It wasn’t too terrible, but appearance is very important in his business. Presentation is important in every aspect of life, his mother had often told him. Eddie had it hauled away to the nearest auto shop and opted to walk home in the rain rather than give his money to one of those big cooperate car apps. He was too prideful for that, if nothing else.

He scaled the final step, a little bit winded, and pushed the key into the door of his apartment. It’s not too small. The realtor had described it as, “Cozy for a couple.” But the shades of paint and furniture they’d picked out for the space made Eddie feel like he was being suffocated. He took in his surroundings with a small sigh. Despite its comfy couches and cabinets filled with his clothes and belongings, Eddie always had to make some what of a mental effort to establish it as his home. Slipping off his shoes and shaking his jacket off, he heard the faint sound of weeping coming from the living room. Softly, he tip toed over and ducked his head into the room,

“Myra?” He asked with caution. “Oh Eddie!” She jumped to her feet, voice screeching in it’s high pitch, “thank god!”

She wrapped herself around Eddie in a death grip that would rival that of cobra’s. His hands sat at his side stiffly before his better judgment kicked in and he moved them to rub circles on her back. She untangled herself from him after a moment, “Where were you and why weren’t you answering your phone?” Her was voice demanding and whiny, Eddie cringed at the sound.

“You know I can’t have your notifications on while I drive, sweetie. It’s bad for business.”

This only caused Myra to pout more, “You’re supposed to pull over to text me every hour Eddie! We talked about this!”

“Yes,” he mumbles, “but-“

“No, Eddie!” he didn’t think her voice could get any louder, “I could’ve had heart attack! I thought you might’ve died! And there was an emergency!”

Eddie’s heart stopped how the fuck does she know already? Oh Christ almighty, she’s not going to let you go anywhere now. Good fuckin goin, Kasp- “Eddie!” Myra ran back over to him again, wrapping a large arm around him, “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to scare you! Where’s your inhaler?”

Eddie hadn’t even noticed that his breathing had become heavy while his brain was spiraling. She reached a hand into his pocket and fished out his inhaler, holding it to his lips. Eddie took a puff, as his fiancé continued rambling on. “I should’ve known not to use that word with you, I know how delicate you are. But it really was, something really bad happened.”

“Is that why you were crying?” Eddie asked, knowing his fiancé has the tendency for the dramatics. He can never gauge how serious the problem is just from her reaction. She nodded, “Oh Eddie, it’s so horrible! I could cry even more!”

“No!” His shouted a little too quickly, “No, just tell me what happened, Marty.” “I got a call from the photographer.”

“And?” Eddie could see that she’s starting to tear up again, but she blurts out the words before they can fall. “They pulled out of the wedding! They said they had something else booked that day. I don’t know how that’s even possible! We scheduled this months ago!” She exclaimed, hugging Eddie tightly again and crying into his shoulder. He let her sob for a while before attempting to reason with her, “I know. It’s okay, hey, it’s alright. We can get a new one, they are plenty in the city.”

“That’s no excuse! They should’ve had it together! And where are we going to find a photographer that will work on such short notice? Oh it’s all falling apart, Eddie! This is a disaster!” She shouted, too close to Eddie’s ear. “No! Hey,” he met her eyes, red and puffy from crying, “We’ll find one, I promise. We can go and look tomorrow.”

“Eddie! I have a dress fitting tomorrow!”

“Alright, Myra calm down. I will go and look tomorrow, I can’t drive the limo anyway.”

Shit.

“What’s wrong with the limo?”

“Oh just needs an oil change and some other tune ups you know. I gotta give the riders the best treatment, right?” He felt bad for lying, but he would feel worse telling her the truth. She worries. And he worries about what will happen to him if she worries any more than she already does.

She nodded into his shoulder.

“Okay, why don’t you go to bed and I’ll meet you there?”

“I love you, Eddie-bear,” she mumbled gently.

Eddie doesn’t think about his response, he learned not to long ago.

“I love you too, Marty.”

Myra releases him and walks over to their bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

Eddie sighs deeply once she is out of sight, running his hands over his eyes. He lets the oxygen reach his whole body before plopping down on the couch, defeatedly.

He just sits exhausted there for a while, before rising and walking to the bathroom to shower. He lets the warm water comfort him and lets it run maybe a bit too long as he stands underneath it.

He exits the shower and heads for the medicine cabinet. He finds the melatonin, (among a heap of other things) and pops a few into his mouth. The stress of planing a wedding had been taking its toll on his sleep. Ever since the night of the engagement, Eddie hadn’t gotten a full night of rest. Even in times of relative calm, restlessness plagued him as he tossed and turned in his bed. Tonight was no different.

He lets his eyes find his future wife taking up more than her side in bed, and crawls in warily beside her. He stared up at the ceiling a long while, thinking about everything and nothing.

He is woken up several times during the night, not to his surprise.

-

Eddie wakes up the next morning to find a note on the kitchen table, Off to the fitting! Only 62 more days! Love you! -Myra

That number sat heavy in his chest as he made himself coffee and opened his laptop to begin looking for a new photographer. The first page on google was companies with enough money to afford to put ads there. He figured they’d all be booked and when he calls, that suspicion is confirmed. One man even laughs into the phone obnoxiously when Eddie tells him the date of the wedding.

That’s how he spends majority of the morning, hunched over his laptop as concern pulls on the lines of his face. He nearly pulls all his hair out while on the phone with countless photography studios. All booked that day.

He’s on the fourth page of google, sporting a defeated expression when something finally takes. Richie Tozier Photography. There’s a number on the website header and Eddie calls without a second thought, not expecting much.

It rings twice before someone, groggy sounding, picks up. “Hello?” A scratchy voice asks. Eddie isn’t sure he’s got the right guy.

“Um Hi, I might have the wrong number is this Richie Tozier?”

“As you live and breathe,” the voice, Richie apparently, answered. Skeptical, he attempted to clarify, “The photographer?”

“Yeah huh,” He responded causally.

A bit too casually for Eddie’s liking. But he A bit too casually for Eddie’s liking. But he didn’t have a whole lot of options at this point. Fuck it, he thought, this might be all there is. The guy’s just gotta show up and take pictures right? With a sharp inhale Eddie asks, “Do you have any availability June 5th? I know it’s pretty soon.”

The other line hummed for a moment, “What’s the occasion?”

“My wedding.”

“Damn. Guess you’re not a planner then huh.”

“Excuse me I’ll have you kn-“ The voice chuckled, “I’m just messing with you, man. What’s your name?”

“Eddie Kaspbrak,” He hummed again, “Well, I might have somethin open just for you Eds.”

“That’s not my na-“ “Do you have a venue?”

Eddie scoffed, frankly sort of offended “Well, yeah of course,”

“Can you text me the address?”“Yes bu-“

The man on the phone clicked his tongue, “Mkay, cool. See if you can schedule something there so we can meet and I can check out the lighting and stuff.”

Eddie was a little dumbfounded at the gall this “Richie” seemed to have. “Um, okay,”

“Alright, see ya around then, Eddie spaghetti,” and before he could say anything about the nickname, he heard the phone click ending the call. Eddie sat in the wake of the phone call, a little disoriented to say the least. His laptop still had Richie’s website open and there was tab labeled “portfolio” on the top of the page. He clicked it reluctantly.

It was a layout of three pictures per row, and there were several rows. It was similar to an instagram feed, you could click on each picture to enlarge it and scroll. The first picture struck him: it was a girl with short red curls laying in a field, one hand across her chest and her eyes closed. She had a flower tucked on her ear, a white carnation, complementing a splattering of reddish freckles on her face. The golden light of the sunset behind her highlighted her long, reddish brown lashes. She looked beautiful. Eddie scrolled to see more.

A boy, muscular and tall, sitting inside a coffee shop, the picture being taken outside of it. It struck Eddie as a little weird if the photographer didn’t know this guy, but it was an amazing photo none the less. The background seemed faded as the man stared straight ahead out the window. The photo caught light of the man’s eyes; he was clearly pondering something as he peered longingly at something unseen to everyone but himself. He scrolled through several more of the photos, more featuring those two subjects. There were a few that looked to be graduation parties or other gatherings of the sort, but no weddings. That made him a little anxious, but clearly this Richie guy had some skill with the camera.

He was intrigued if nothing else.

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@whumptober2021

TW: death, fear, and passing out

Prompt 9 ( rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated-presumed dead.)

Micha woke up a few hours later, his back and legs sore from laying in the same hospital bed. And maybe from..

Falling into a stack of crates

Being bitten by two octopus tentacles

And getting punched in the nose.

He looked at the blue phone on the dresser, deciding that some news of the outside world would be nice to learn. After all he hasn't been out in a couple of weeks, months.. Was it a year already?

Turning on the news app, micha smiled fondly at the “ding'' sound that the app made. The loading screen being something he hasn't seen in a while.

Scrolling down micha looked at various articles, stumbling upon a list of missing children. He had always liked reading about mystery cases and what others had thought on the story, being compelled he clicked on the list.

A/N

A/N

A/N

A/N

A/N

Micha Dalton

Kane Dalton

A/N

A/N

A/N

Micha’s hand shook in his grasp. Clicking to see the comments and what was presumed to be said on his name

I believe him and his brother were kidnapped, maybe by a gang or mafia, its been 2 years though, they're probably dead.

I agree, i think they were murdered on the shot

Poor kids, i wish them farewell

Their bodies were never found, it sucks that they died so young.

Read the 277 other reply.

Micha choked on his saliva, having to exit out of the tab and shut the phone off completely. The annoying beeping sound going off in his room, a nurse rushed in. “ what happened hun?”

Micha didn't say anything, his gaze far away.

“T-they think.. They.. they think I'm dead?”

His eyes lolled and he fell backwards onto the bed.

[jerseyblog710]

Make For Mac Os

Mac Os For Pc

Use a Mac OS X installation Disc. If you’re unable to use Internet Recovery Mode or create a bootable USB installer, you can still use a Mac OS X installation disc. These discs are available for OS X Snow Leopard, OS X Lion, and OS X Mountain Lion. If your Mac is from 2012 or earlier, there was an installation disc in the original box. Apple Mac OS X El Capitan Free VIEW → OS X El Capitan features new options for managing windows, smarter Spotlight search, app enhancements, and faster performance. 7 Lion did away with recovery disks, and these days, Apple provides a built-in recovery system within Yosemite. Start your Mac and hold Command + R to go into recovery mode, from which. Start quickly with the most recent versions of Word, Excel, PowerPoint, Outlook, OneNote and OneDrive —combining the familiarity of Office and the unique Mac features you love. Work online or offline, on your own or with others in real time—whatever works for what you’re doing.

In this step-by-step guide, learn how to enable Adobe Flash Player in the Safari web browser.

Before you start, check the version of Safari running on your Mac. To display the version number, choose Safari > About Safari.

If your Safari version is 11.0 or later, follow the steps in For Mac OS X 10.11, macOS 10.12, and later.

If your Safari version is 10.0 or later, follow the steps in For Mac OS X 10.10.

Note:

Apple Safari version 14, released for macOS in September 2020, will no longer load Adobe Flash Player or play Flash content. Please visit Apple’s Safari support for more information.

Click the Websites tab and scroll down to the Plug-ins section. Locate the Adobe Flash Player entry.

Select a setting to use for Flash Player when you visit other websites.

You can configure Flash for individual websites (domains). Select a website listed in this window, and choose Ask, Off, or On.

Exit Preferences after you finish configuring Flash Player.

Note:

If you are viewing Safari in full-screen mode, mouse over the top of the browser screen to see the menu.

Click the Security tab. Ensure that Enable JavaScript and Allow Plug-ins are selected. Click Plug-in Settings.

From the When visiting other websites menu, choose On, and then click Done.

Manual steps in Mac OS

Before starting the manual USB creation process, you must download the .zip file that contains CloudReady. Start by downloading the CloudReady .zip file to your standard downloads folder, not the target USB device.

Current CloudReady Enterprise/Education Customers or Trialers: download the .zip file from my.neverware.com on the Downloads tab.

CloudReady Enterprise/Education New Trials: You can start a 3 week trial of the Education or Enterprise Editions of CloudReady, totally free, by signing up at try.neverware.com. After signing up, you'll be able to download the .zip file from my.neverware.com.

CloudReady Home Users: If you are an individual user and don't need support or management, download the .zip file for our free Home Edition here.

The following notes of this guide assume that:

You are using the Chrome browser.

You have already downloaded the image and it's in your Downloads folder using the steps above.

Note: Only if you are using an older version of Mac OSX, unzipping the CloudReady file you downloaded may not work as expected. If you experience issues, try using the free Mac utility 'Unarchiver' to unzip the file.

Install and launch the Chromebook Recovery Utility

Download and add the Chromebook Recovery Utility extension to your Chrome browser.

Chromebook Recovery Utility Add to Chrome

You must have this extension installed to create a CloudReady installer.

1. Add Chrome Recovery Utility to Chrome: After clicking on the link above, you'll be brought to the following Chrome Web Store website;

Click 'Add to Chrome' in the top right-hand corner.

2. Confirm & Install: On the Add 'Chrome Recovery Utility' prompt:

Click 'Add app'

3. Launch: The Chromebook Recovery Utility will now be installed and will show up on the Apps Page of your Chrome browser.

Click on the Recovery icon highlighted below.

Note: This should popup automatically, if it doesn't, type chrome://apps in the address bar of your Chrome browser.

Create the USB Installer

Note: As a general rule of thumb it is recommended to ensure the USB you are using has been formatted before continuing with the steps mentioned below. To format your USB using the Google Chrome Recovery Utility follow the steps mentioned here.

1. Initial Screen: Once launched, you should see the below screen.

2. Locate the gray gear icon on the top right of the window.

3. Browse for Local Image: Click the gray gear icon and choose Use local image and locate the cloudreadyXXXX.bin.zip file in your Downloads folder.

4. Insert USB device: When prompted, insert your 8 GB or larger USB flash drive and choose the corresponding drive on the screen. Note: -During the process, it is normal for the utility to show unusual percentages. -Proceeding with this step will erase the target flash drive. Proceed with caution.

Mac Os For Pc

5. Process Complete: When the process is completed, remove the USB flash drive from your computer. Congratulations, your USB flash drive is now a CloudReady installer and is ready to use!

[michaelandy101-blog]

What's Clubhouse? [+Should Marketers Care?]

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What's Clubhouse? [+Should Marketers Care?]

In 2020, you might need heard your favourite influencers speaking a few mysterious new social media app known as Clubhouse.

However, except you had an enormous online following of your personal, you may simply be gaining access to the app now.

Till a couple of months in the past, Clubhouse was a platform the place big-name celebrities, company leaders, Silicon Valley investors, and some of the web’s top global influencers might have uncensored audio group chats about their lives, hobbies, work, or industries.

Now, because the invite-only Clubhouse continues to realize media protection and a rising pool of non-celebrity customers, you is perhaps questioning, “What the heck is it? And, how do I get in on the action?”

Under, we’ll clarify the place Clubhouse got here from, what it truly is, and the professionals and cons of utilizing it in your marketing technique.

What’s Clubhouse?

Clubhouse is an invite-only social media app that permits customers to launch or drop in on “Rooms” — or audio-only chat rooms with pals, followers, or most people. To hitch the app, customers will need to have an iPhone and obtain an invite from a Clubhouse member.

Clubhouse was launched in March 2020 by Paul Davison, who beforehand labored at firms together with Pinterest and Google, and Rohan Seth, a former Google engineer. In response to a post from Davison and Seth, Clubhouse was created after a handful of social media app experiments.

“After a lot of iteration in the audio space, we launched Clubhouse in March of last year,” the co-founders wrote. “Our goal was to build a social experience that felt more human—where instead of posting, you could gather with other people and talk. Our north star was to create something where you could close the app at the end of the session feeling better than you did when you opened it, because you had deepened friendships, met new people, and learned.”

Initially, Clubhouse was marketed to top-tier influencers, celebrities, Silicon Valley traders, and trade thought leaders, however not too long ago opened to extra normal audiences. Just a few of the app’s first high-profile users embody Drake, Daymond John, Elon Musk, and Oprah Winfrey. Early on, these notable customers had been heard chatting in Rooms associated to their pursuits, hobbies, causes, or industries.

Regardless of Clubhouse’s exclusivity, it was valued at $100 million and acquired a $12 million funding from Andreessen Horowitz inside a 12 months of its launch.

Most not too long ago, Clubhouse has begun to offer entry to a bigger pool of customers by permitting every new member to ask two pals of their very own. This has triggered the person base to leap from 600,000 active users in December 2020 to greater than 2 million at present.

“This past week, two million people around the world—musicians, scientists, creators, athletes, comedians, parents, entrepreneurs, stock traders, non-profit leaders, authors, artists, real estate agents, sports fans, and more—came to Clubhouse to talk, learn, laugh, be entertained, meet and connect. It’s the most exciting thing we’ve ever been a part of,” wrote the Clubhouse team in a Jan. 24 weblog submit.

Why Most of Us are Simply Studying About Clubhouse

Simply listening to about Clubhouse now? You aren’t alone.

As talked about, Clubhouse was initially focused to high-profile industry “elites,” corresponding to celebrities, CEOs, and prime online influencers. For some time, most of these customers had been the one ones who might ship and obtain Clubhouse invitations. On prime of the app’s invite-only nature, it is solely available to iPhone users.

Whereas Clubhouse’s early exclusivity made it attention-grabbing and alluring to the every-day social media person, it triggered the app’s consciousness and user-base to develop at a sluggish however regular tempo.

Now that the app’s turn out to be extra accessible to social media customers, it has been getting extra consciousness online and throughout information media. Right now, entrepreneurs are additionally beginning to surprise if and the way they might use Clubhouse — or one thing prefer it — of their technique.

In truth, many professionals, enterprise leaders, and non-profit members can already be heard talking in Rooms that debate a subject associated to their model, trade, or mission.

For instance, a latest Room I dropped in on featured a bunch of legal professionals aiming to supply schooling round patent safety. Whereas this content material was intriguing to listeners, it additionally might have introduced every lawyer’s agency extra consciousness:

Except for entrepreneurs, main social media firms are additionally attempting to benefit from Clubhouse’s audio social media traits.

Shortly after Fb CEO Mark Zuckerberg spoke in a Clubhouse Room, the New York Occasions reported that his social media firm was allegedly building a similar audio platform. In the meantime, Twitter simply started rolling out Twitter Areas — a drop-in audio function with its app — to a small group of beta testers.

For the time being, Clubhouse looks as if a promising method to community and construct a group online, and its audio social format is already being adopted by rivals. Nevertheless, in a time the place we see a handful of latest online platforms every year, is Clubhouse actually a game-changer within the social media area? Or is it simply one other over-hyped app you should not waste your marketing efforts on?

Under, I will give a short description of how the platform works after which weigh the professionals and cons of utilizing Clubhouse for marketing.

How Clubhouse Works

Whereas we’ll be publishing an in depth how-to information for the Clubhouse platform, which we’ll hyperlink to on this submit later, here is a fast description of how a number of the main options work.

Clubhouse’s Essential Tabs

When getting into Clubhouse, customers will discover a homepage that highlights ongoing Rooms associated to their pursuits or followers. They’ll additionally discover search, message inbox, calendar, and notification icons within the higher navigation.

When tapping the search or “Explore” tab, customers can scroll by way of a feed of advised Rooms, Golf equipment, or individuals to observe. They’ll additionally use the search bar to search out particular people or Golf equipment. Nevertheless, it doesn’t appear to be customers can search for particular Rooms but.

If customers can’t attend a Room after they’re browsing the Clubhouse app however wish to drop into one later, they’ll faucet the calendar icon.to see or create their scheduled Rooms.

Clubhouse Rooms

Getting into a Room is basically like attending a webinar or Zoom assembly with no video and muted viewers.

Attendees, who can be a part of or go away a Room at any time, enter (or drop-in) as mechanically muted listeners. In the event that they’d like to talk or ask questions, they’ll faucet the “Raise Hand” icon within the decrease proper nook of the Room web page. Room moderators will then be notified of the hand increase request and might ignore it or unmute the attendee.

Under is a take a look at what Clubhouse Rooms appear to be:

Visually, attendees of the Room can see solely the profile photographs and names of present members, with moderators and audio system showing on the prime of the display screen.

Customers and moderators can even add individuals they observe to a Room by tapping the “+” button within the decrease navigation. This offers their pals a notification that they have been invited to a Room and allows them to open the app and be a part of it immediately.

Beginning a Room

On the backside of the homepage, customers can even faucet “Start a Room” to launch both a “Closed” chat open to particular individuals solely, a “Social” chat open to all of a person’s following, or an “Open” chat that anybody on Clubhouse can drop into.

Customers can even faucet the nine-dot icon on the decrease homepage navigation to have a personal audio chat with particular followers who’re online.

Room moderators, who both launched the Room or had been assigned to a moderator position after the Room launched, see the same web page that attendees see. Nevertheless, in addition they get notifications of latest Room attendees and an inventory of attendees who’ve raised their hand requesting to talk.

One attention-grabbing factor to notice is Room solely ends when a moderator ends it or when the ultimate moderator leaves it. Moreover, moderators who need to go away a Room with out ending it may well assign another person to turn out to be a moderator. Which means that a Room with a number of moderators can go on for hours and even days.

Due to how lengthy Rooms final, and the truth that attendees can be a part of or exit at any time when they need, you may commonly hear extra seasoned Room moderators re-introduce themselves, what they’re discussing, and who else is talking all through a Room occasion.

Golf equipment and Networking

Except for creating Rooms, customers can even observe particular person profiles of pals, influencers, or thought leaders of their trade.

They’ll additionally be a part of or create Golf equipment, that are teams of customers with curiosity in particular matters, hobbies, or industries. Check out a number of the Golf equipment that appeared once I searched, “growth marketing.”

As soon as customers be a part of a Membership, they are often notified if a Membership’s supervisor launches a Room associated to its core subject. For instance, if I had been to affix one of many Development Advertising and marketing Golf equipment proven above, I might be immediately notified in the event that they hosted a Room on a progress marketing tactic.

The Professionals and Cons of Clubhouse.

Professionals of Utilizing Clubhouse

1. Clubhouse might assist manufacturers construct belief and group.

In 2020, customers started to favor firms with genuine, reliable messaging over big-name firms with a long time of brand name loyalty. This shift will probably proceed by way of 2021.

Why? In a time of economic uncertainty and fixed information occasions, customers need to know that manufacturers care about their prospects and share values with them. Whereas making a dwell, uncensored, unscripted Room associated to your model’s trade may sound nerve-wracking, it might assist some manufacturers appear extra genuine and reliable.

“Clubhouse offers a lot of opportunities for connection with celebrities, a vast variety of people in different industries, and even close friends,” says Krystal Wu, HubSpot’s social media group supervisor. “It opens the door for dwell conversations permitting individuals to be weak inside a group area. This sort of connection is exclusive to ship audio content material with small to massive teams of individuals. Its unscripted content material that anybody might be part of.”

Manufacturers that use Clubhouse might earn credibility by discussing matters they’re consultants on. However, they might additionally earn belief as a result of they’ve made themselves out there to pay attention and discuss candidly with their audiences.

2. The app’s content material is at all times evolving.

Whereas the app initially hosted conversations associated to leisure, enterprise, and expertise on account of its preliminary target market, the audio content material on the platform has broadened and developed

In truth, CNBC recently reported that a few of Clubhouse’s most participating Rooms have been launched by modern Black creatives who’ve executed heavy experimentation on the platform.

For instance, as a substitute of internet hosting a chat or dialogue, one group of Black performers hosted an audio-only production of Disney’s “The Lion King.” 

Whereas there is not a recording of the Clubhouse efficiency, led by Noelle Chesnut Whitmore, Kam DeLa and Bomani X, here is a screenshot from the occasion, which exhibits every Room moderator because the character they performed:

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“What started as a random conversation on Clubhouse has scaled to something much greater. We have so many talented people contributing their time and energy to this performance,” Whitmore said in a press release. “Our goal is just to spread some joy to people through these events. I never imagined this would get such a huge response.”

In one other instance, a cocktail brand called Loop hosted a Room that inspired members to have a cocktail and be a part of an informal dialog with no particular subject. Whereas this technique is much less structured, it allows individuals who need to study extra in regards to the model or simply need to chat with different cocktail drinkers to attach.

As a result of Clubhouse is pretty new, there aren’t main content-related expectations simply but. Which means that anybody from any group, trade, non-profit, or model can experiment with it and study what’s actually participating to the app’s rising viewers.

three. The app is primed for thought management.

Clubhouse’s person base was constructed round influencers and thought leaders. Which means that customers are probably coming to the app to listen to the newest ideas, unique data, or discussions straight from trade consultants.

For instance, the scheduled Room proven beneath options Coinbase Co-Founder and CEO Brian Armstrong.

In a Clubhouse Room just like the one proven above, customers might study extra a few model like Coinbase and ask its chief questions in regards to the firm or its trade. Via Rooms like this, Coinbase and different manufacturers might increase each firm consciousness and credibility with audiences who pay attention.

four. Audiences need online communities and audio content material.

Within the final 12 months, individuals who had been caught at house turned to webinars, virtual events, and different online experiences to study extra about their pursuits, hear from others of their trade, or simply really feel a way of connection to individuals exterior of their households.

However, whereas digital occasions had been useful for a lot of, most of us finally handled display screen fatigue.

As a result of an excessive amount of screentime might be mentally draining, customers additionally checked out podcasts or camera-free webinars. Now, these audiences may very well be primed for Clubhouse’s audio-only nature.

“Clubhouse’s most appealing quality is that it’s a break from the nonstop screen time we all exist in,” says Kelly Hendrickson, HubSpot social media marketing supervisor. “Clubhouse is also a wonderful place to have conversations among niche communities and topics.”

And, whereas customers are craving private connections and dwell content material greater than ever, many manufacturers are attempting to construct stronger online communities and launch efficient digital occasion methods.

In the end, Clubhouse’s audio-only format might assist manufacturers meet and construct an engaged group of followers on an interactive, genuine, and dwell platform.

Cons of Clubhouse

1. The app nonetheless has restricted audiences.

In the end, certainly one of Clubhouse’s largest model marketing flaws can also be what makes it so intriguing: exclusivity.

“I am generally against anything that is invite-only as it creates a culture of ‘others’,” Hendrickson says. “Any time you need to be ‘in the know’ to have a seat at the table, how can you also be inclusive?”

Whereas Clubhouse may pose distinctive group chat alternatives for group entrepreneurs when extra individuals be a part of, the audiences may nonetheless be too restricted for some entrepreneurs for the time being. On prime of this, the app continues to be unavailable to Android customers.

“Clubhouse actually hinders its capabilities because there are many talented potential users out there that are missing out all because they are on Android,” Wu says.

For those who’re trying to solely create content material for the most important audiences attainable, you may need to maintain off on constructing a Clubhouse technique proper now. Nevertheless, should you’re solely trying to experiment and see should you can attain the audiences it already has, it is perhaps an attention-grabbing platform on your group to strive.

2. Clubhouse might have sturdy audio-app competitors.

Fb and Twitter may very well be simply the primary platforms to create a similar audio drop-in experience. And, whereas this hints that Clubhouse creators have stumbled upon a platform many social media customers need, the big-name competitors might additionally pose issues in regards to the platform’s future.

For instance, if Fb or one other main competitor can create one thing comparable that is much less unique and permits iPhone and Android customers, individuals may go away Clubhouse for a platform with a bigger viewers or extra credibility within the social media world. If this occurs, entrepreneurs who make investments closely in a Clubhouse technique may must do a sudden pivot.

Whereas this should not scare you away from testing the platform should you assume it is proper on your model, the competitors continues to be necessary to bear in mind. If you’re contemplating Clubhouse, proceed to observe its rivals and decide how you can pivot your technique to these platforms in case your audiences begin to flock there as a substitute.

three. Clubhouse can really feel like an “unedited podcast.”

“Another challenge I think brands and individuals will have with Clubhouse is how it feels like an unedited podcast,” says Hendrickson. “That means you’re hearing all the great meat, but you also have to listen to the trimmings. It will be interesting to see if long term, people are okay with that in their content.”

For those who’re planning to experiment on Clubhouse, think about working towards a couple of dialog starters, how you will enter the decision, and decide what you will do should you run into useless air, boring dialog, or off-topic dialogue that pulls consideration away out of your Room’s objective.

Though Rooms are dwell and unscripted, having a gameplan will show you how to average an efficient, higher-quality dialog than customers may discover in different Rooms.

four. Manufacturers may very well be too weak.

Sure generations, like Gen Z, crave authenticity from individuals and types they observe on social media. With an app like Clubhouse, manufacturers might create Rooms or Golf equipment associated to their trade that embody thought leaders, prospects, and even shoppers that need to discuss with them in a dwell, unfiltered method.

Nevertheless, whereas Clubhouse’s excessive degree of unscripted authenticity has intrigued each entrepreneurs and potential customers, it additionally might put manufacturers in weak positions. Wu describes this as “a balance between good and evil.”

Inside a 12 months of its launch, Clubhouse’s dwell nature has already led to brand-related controversies.

For instance, in February, Elon Musk, CEO of Tesla and SpaceX, dropped right into a Room with Robinhood Markets CEO Vlad Tenev and raised his hand. When he was invited to talk by the Room’s moderators, Musk started intensely questioning Tenev and requested him to clarify why his stock-trading firm stopped its users from buying and selling GameStop and other manipulated stocks. You’ll be able to hear the road of questioning within the video beneath:

Whereas Robinhood’s CEO remained calm and picked up all through the chat, some manufacturers may not have well-trained audio system who would react as calmly or professionally to this shocking situation.

Moreover, though Clubhouse does not enable customers to file, many both downloaded screen-recording apps or filmed their telephones with one other video recording gadget. Due to this, Musk and Tenev’s dialog was lined by the media inside hours.

Despite the fact that conversations can’t be replayed or recorded within the Clubhouse app itself, entrepreneurs on the app should do not forget that they’re dwell and something they are saying might simply be streamed or quoted in seconds. Due to this, Room hosts ought to put together themselves in order that they’ll reply each straightforward and difficult questions from viewers members. Moderators also needs to decide what they will do or how they will react if an unmuted viewers member says one thing controversial or sudden.

Is Clubhouse best for you?

In its present state, Clubhouse might supply some main consciousness and community-building advantages to manufacturers. However, due to how new it’s, it additionally poses some challenges and cons to firms that need to attain the most important audiences attainable. In the end, whereas some firms may thrive on it, others may notice that it’s not the very best platform for his or her targets simply but.

As with all new social media platform, you will need to spend a while on Clubhouse and see what the app has to supply earlier than placing effort and time into utilizing it.

At this level, it may very well be smart to see if certainly one of your pals or colleagues can ship you a Clubhouse invite so you possibly can familiarize your self with the app. If you cannot go online, you’ll want to proceed following the information round it.

As you surf by way of the app or learn Clubhouse information protection, ask your self questions like these:

Are matters associated to your product or trade broadly mentioned on the platform?

Are there any thought leaders or firm consultants you can host a panel or two with to spice up your consciousness or credibility on Clubhouse?

Are our rivals utilizing Clubhouse? And, if that’s the case, can we create stronger Room experiences than they’ll?

Do you already use marketing methods that may very well be tailored to an audio-only platform, corresponding to dwell video Q&As, webinars, or digital occasions?

With questions like these above, you possibly can decide if you’ll create scalable and fascinating content material for this social media platform.

Cannot get entry to Clubhouse simply but? Don’t fret. We’ll proceed to cowl it on the HubSpot Weblog so you will be prepared while you do.

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Theo Epstein leaving Cubs after nine seasons, World Series title; Jed Hoyer to take over in Chicago

The Chicago Cubs announced Tuesday that Theo Epstein will step down as the team’s president of baseball operations. Epstein’s last day with the Cubs will be Friday. The Cubs announced that general manager Jed Hoyer will replace Epstein, whose five-year contract with the Cubs was set to expire following the 2021 season.

Epstein, 46, spent nine seasons with the Cubs and led the franchise to the 2016 World Series title — Chicago’s first in 108 years.

“For the rest of my life, I will cherish having been part of the great Chicago Cubs organization during this historic period,” Epstein said in a press release. “All of the things that have made this experience so special — the fans, the players, the managers and coaches, ownership, my front office colleagues, the uniqueness of the Wrigley experience, the history — make it so tough to leave the Cubs. But I believe this is the right decision for me even if it’s a difficult one. And now is the right time rather than a year from now. 

“The organization faces a number of decisions this winter that carry long-term consequences; those types of decisions are best made by someone who will be here for a long period rather than just one more year. Jed has earned this opportunity and is absolutely the right person to take over this baseball operation at such an important time.”

At 46, Epstein is certainly able to commit to a new challenge in baseball (or elsewhere), but it appears that won’t happen until after 2021. According to MLB Network’s Jon Morosi, Epstein will take the 2021 Major League Baseball season off. He will not be pursuing the open general manager positions with the New York Mets or Philadelphia Phillies. 

Epstein oversaw the Cubs’ top-to-bottom rebuild that resulted in Chicago earning that 2016 championship. He was integral in transforming the Cubs’ culture, as he did during his 10-year long stint with the Boston Red Sox prior to landing at Wrigley Field. He achieved a full turnaround for Boston as well. Epstein oversaw the Red Sox as they snapped their 86-year championship drought in 2004 and in 2007, when Boston won another ring.

When Epstein left the Red Sox he explained that the move was in part because of a philosophy he picked up from longtime 49ers coach Bill Walsh. Walsh believed that coaches and executives benefitted from a change of scenery every decade. In that sense, Epstein’s departure from the Cubs comes at the right time.

In a letter sent to friends, Epstein said that he plans to spend time with family and work with nonprofits during his time away from baseball, per ESPN’s Jeff Passan. “I do plan on having a third chapter leading a baseball organization someday, though I do not expect it to be next year,” Epstein wrote in the letter.

Former Marlins executive David Samson broke down the Epstein news on a bonus episode of Nothing Personal with David Samson. Listen below:

The Cubs finished the abbreviated 2020 season as NL Central champions with a 34-26 record, but were eliminated from the postseason, dropping both games of their best-of-three series against the Miami Marlins in the Wild Card Round. Since winning a championship in 2016, the Cubs have slowly regressed from contender status and have not won a postseason game since 2017. CBS Sports’ Matt Snyder explained why this year’s early playoff exit signals the end of the road for the Cubs’ core group that won the 2016 World Series.

Hoyer is Epstein’s longtime friend and colleague, in both Chicago and Boston and said he’s “thrilled” to lead the Cubs moving forward.

“I am thankful to the Ricketts family for bestowing me with the opportunity to lead the Cubs baseball operation,” Hoyer said in the release. “For the last nine years, I have worked alongside so many dedicated colleagues with one goal in mind — to build a team and an organization that makes Cubs fans proud and provides them with memories of a lifetime. I am thrilled that this leadership transition will provide continuity to a department that has had tremendous successes over the past six seasons. Ultimately, this transition is about the future, and I look forward to constantly pushing the Cubs to evolve and grow to ensure that there is sustained success at Wrigley Field.” 

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