#anyways this took like 5 hours and idk why so please I hope someone appreciates it xD

[yappacadaver]

Look I don't think the night shift is supposed to go like this but you're the boss

[wonderlandhatter]

Comfort in you.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x femReader

Summary: You have a cuddly secret that is keeping you up at night, and your solution makes Spencer think you are falling out of love. (sorry that's not a great summary)

Word count:2580

Warnings: I don't think there's any, itsy tinny bit of angst if you squint but just a load of fluff

A/N: To be honest I don't know how I feel about this, I like it but idk. if I missed a warning feel free to tell me and if you have any feedback it is very welcome I am looking to improve my writing. Hope someone enjoys this :).

A/N2: My old account got deleted so I'm just reposting my fics I would appreciate if you could bust this so i could get back to where my account was thank you for your time.

Everyone has a source of comfort, something that makes everything bad disappear even for just a moment. For some it was a hobby and for others it was a person, either way everyone had one, yours just happened to be one most people have had but said people have also left it behind, along with wearing dippers and eating crayons.

You weren’t a child; you weren’t you just found comfort in it. So, what if you were in your twenties and still slept with a plushie who's business is it anyways. You can’t help it you just can’t sleep without it; you've had it since the moment you were born, plus your parents never made a move to take it away when you were younger. So here you are now.

It had never really been an issue, yes, your friends teased you but not in a hurtful way besides you had been friends since primary school, so they didn’t really care, as long as you were happy. Now boyfriends are a whole different story. You hadn't had many so it was never really an issue, you have had 3 in total if one of them even counted I mean it lasted until lunch time and you were 5 and  he wouldn’t  have minded since he also slept with a stuffed animal.

Your second boyfriend was in high school, you were sixteen, you hadn’t even thought about the fact he might find it strange so the first time he came over you didn’t try to hide it, it didn’t go well, he called you a baby and threw it around, and got annoyed at you when you asked him to stop because he was going to damage the plushie, the nerve of the guy. Well that did not last awfully long not just because of the plush but because he was a prick.

And now here you were 23 and dating the wonderful Dr Spencer Reid, you guys have been dating for nearly 8 months, and what amazing 8 months have they been. You owned quite a popular bookshop and that is how you met; he had come in a few times before he was able to muster up the courage to even say hello. He found everything about you wonderful, the way you handled books with such care and how you carried yourself with such grace, (the grace one wavers as in his second visit he witnessed you trip twice, but he just he found it endearing and wonderful). Honestly, he already had a bookshop he had frequented previously but this one had something no other shop could ever have. You, and so he kept coming, and you two kept talking, and talking in the shop lead to talking at the coffee shop, which lead to talking over dinner and then talking for 6 months which may have lead to some activities with some inappropriate talking, and now 8 months later and you have never been happier.

Honestly it’s a miracle you’ve made it 8 months without him finding out about your little secret, it helps that you guys hadn’t started having sex until 2 months ago, neither of you had been in a rush and so took your time, and the first time was wonderful, but that’s a story for another time. Another thing that helped was the fact that he was nearly always on a case, he made time for you, and you understood he had to be away and admired his career choice, it just meant that when you were together most of the time you chose to spend time together, saying that there have been times as soon as Hotch has dismissed him he has gone straight to your apartment and is picking you up and too your room, but what can he say, he is just but a man and you are just but a very hot woman. Thankfully that time he had been so preoccupied with getting his clothes off that you were able to put the plush under your bed without him noticing (you did feel bad about shoving  it under the bed but you had no time he was a man on a mission), you hadn’t been able to sleep that night or any night you had stayed with him, so you stopped staying over even if it was just to sleep..

Now the issue came when Spencer got a couple of weeks off from work around the holidays, so you were off too. And oh boy were you tired it wasn’t that you were doing it like bunnies but you did enjoy time together so you wanted to be together for as long as you could, and you were absolutely loving all the stolen kisses and the reading to each other and arguing who the best doctor is (the sex is very good too), the trouble only came at night when he said you should stay, he  hated you being out by yourself at night, too many cases involving creeps, so you would stay.

But after a few days without sleep you were so exhausted, you started making up excuse to not stay and to stop sex, it worked for a few days until it didn’t.

You had been watching some foreign film Spencer had seemed very excited for, you loved watching these with him, not because you understood what they were saying, it was complete gibberish to you, but you quite enjoying feeling his breath on your neck when he leaned down to whisper the translations for you, he knew there were subtitles and you knew there were subtitles but this turned you on and you both knew it. So, it confused Spencer when after the movie was over and after two hours of whispering and you subtly rubbing your thighs together you yawned and said you should get going.

He would never force you into anything, and would never expect sex from you, but he knew you were turned on and he knew you wanted it, he knew what you looked like when you wanted him, he had seen it enough times, and he loved the sight, but here you were clearly frustrated and about to just leave. Don’t misunderstand Spencer here it isn’t just the leaving clearly horny it’s the not having slept in the same bed for days, he knew you had some trouble sleeping any time you had slept over, he just assumed it was being out of your bed, but you almost always went out of your way to not sleep together in your bed. So, he chose to say something.

“Y/N can we talk”, “oh that seems serious” you replied humorously while tying your laces, until you looked  up and saw his face, “you look upset, did I do something”, you said clearly upset,“ No! no you didn’t do anything, well you did but um ahh, I don’t know how to word this”, this was a first, he always had the words to say, normally he couldn’t stop talking, but right know all he was thinking was how his girlfriend couldn’t stand to be on the same bed as him, and how she was doing what she could to avoid sex, he knew he wasn’t overly experienced but neither was she, but he always made sure she was getting some sort of pleasure, and made it his goal to get you to finish at least twice.

What if you had faked it, what if you were falling out of love, was it all the hours he had to work or was…his thoughts were cut short by you “ Spencer please talk to me, what did I do, I’m sorry if I’ve upset you”, he could see the worry in your face and without thinking he just blurted out “do you not like me anymore”, “ What!!!” you said almost immediately, he could see the confusion in your face but you spoke before he could, “Spencer I love you, why wouldn’t I like you anymore, do you not like me anymore”, he saw the hurt in your eyes as your mind wandered and he couldn’t speak fast enough to stop that train he needed to take that hurt away, “no, no god no I love you too, I love you much it’s just that lately you’ve um, you’re always coming up with reasons to not sleep with me, and I don’t mean sex I mean even just sleep, well you’re also avoiding sex but that’s not the point, I also know you never really sleep when you’re with me and I’m sorry if being that intimate with me makes you uncomfortable, because I can see you were turned on after the movie and you were just going to leave and I just need to know if I make you uncomfortable.”, Spencer spoke so fast you were left there stunned and a little embarrassed at him knowing he turned you on but also you were backed into a corner, you could see the pain in his eyes, he though he made you so uncomfortable you couldn’t sleep in the same bed as him, at the thought of how you hurt him your eyes began to water.

“Spencer I don’t know what”, “please don’t deny it Y/N its been over a week since we slept in the same place” Spencer interrupted before you could get your pathetic attempt of n excuse out, so you were going to come clean, he is going to break up with you was the only thing going through your head but you had to tell him, you hurt him and that was worse.

So you mustered up all the courage you had and looked down because you might cry if you looked at him in the eyes, oh well all your courage could only do so much, “you don’t make me uncomfortable Spencer. You’re wonderful that isn’t why”, spencer interrupted before you could continued, he just needed answers,  “then, why?”, “promise me you won’t laugh at me”, he looked confused how could you ever think he would take your feeling for granted and laugh at them, “of course I won’t” he simply said as he gently pulled your chin up with his hand, he could see your you were nervous and so gave you a kind smile, and did something you two do quite often, he offered up his pinkie, you giggled as you put your pinkies together to make a promise, after your pinkies were separated you looked slightly down again and quickly blurted out “Icantsleepwithoutmyplushieandididntwantyoutoseethatistillneededitandthatswhyicantsleepbesideyouandwhyicantsleepwheniamwithyuo” it was so quickly the flash couldn’t have understood, his confused face was honestly adorable but your adoration was cut off by his very confused “what?”, and so you took a deep breath looked at him, thought over your words for a second and finally said much slower, slightly hesitantly and embarrassed  “ I can’t sleep without a plushie,” you said shyly he smiled softly at this and you continued after a beat “that’ s why I can’t sleep when I’m with you, I didn’t want you to know, I mean I’m in my twenties and still sleep with a toy its pathetic, and after a few days of not sleeping I was exhausted and so I  thought I could just avoid having to sleep without it, I understand if you want to break up or if you want to make fun of me”, you stopped talking when Spencer pulled you in for a quick kiss, “sorry you were spiralling and that’s what you do when I’m spiralling”, he smiled while his face was still only a breath away, you simply nodded and made no move to move.

“So you’re not breaking up with me” you asked shyly, assuming since he had just kissed you, “why on earth would I be breaking up with you”, “because its childish and ridiculous that I can’t sleep without it”, he gently smiled and pulled your chin up to look at him with one hand and held your hand with the other. “it isn’t strange or childish, actually 44% of adults still own a childhood toy and 34% of adults sleep with a stuffed animal, its perfectly normal, and honestly really cute” the last bit made you blush but all together you felt better, “thanks bub”, “what for”, you shrugged an simply said for not making fun of you and with that he pulled you into a hug, and neither made an attempt to move.

And so here you were now in Spencer’s car on your way to your apartment, if you were being honest you were too tired to be as embarrassed as you would have normally been, but he wasn’t  shaming you and all you wanted was to sleep by his side. As you got to your apartment complex you walked hand in hand, made your way inside, and went to your room.

Spencer had been there multiple times before so he had some clothes he could sleep in already there (also you may have stolen a good amount so he could borrow those too), so he put some plaid pyjama bottoms on and a graphic tee and made his way to his side of the bed, you had gone to the bathroom to do your skin care routine and came out in some thin cotton pyjama shorts and one of your (his) old Cal tech sweatshirt, he can’t deny he absolutely loves seeing you in his clothes, to him it is possibly one of the most beautiful things he has and will ever see.

You made your way under the covers and cuddled him, you both shared some lazy kisses and light touches before you stopped so you could sleep, you made an attempt to try an sleep without it but Spencer nudged you and gave you a half amused smiled so you sighed dramatically and stretched over to your bedside table were your plushie was living, as you took it out and made your way back to Spencer’s side you held it close so he couldn’t really see it. He wasn’t really having that though.

What he’s curious he wanted to see it, so with a much more amused smile and looking down at his adorable girlfriends he asked “ can I see it”, “no” you answered almost immediately and in more of a grumble against his chest, “please, you look adorable and it looks really soft, can I please see it”, and so without looking up you not so gently pulled it out from nearly fully under you and pushed it to his chest, and hid your face deeper into him. He gently picked it up and inspected it, you didn’t hear him say anything so you looked up and saw him already looking at you with simply love in his eyes, “what?” you asked slightly confused, he simply kissed you and you understood, no words were needed to explain what he felt.

You picked up the toy and hugged it again and Spencer hugged you, you felt safe, you felt loved and overall, you were happy. Maybe Spencer could be your new comfort source, you would never get rid of your plushie but maybe it wouldn’t be a necessity maybe holding him would be enough. But being honest he already was he was enough; he was more than enough. And with that thought you both drifted off exchanging quiet I love yous.

[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 23.12.20 lb

V is talking about helping out some destitute mothers and riddhima is like omgggggggggggggg, he wanted the money to help them outtttttttt 😭😭😭 man, she’s suchhhhhhhhhh a fucking idiot. changes her opinion at the drop of a hat; as long as she had heard just “mera kaam” she was like OMG HE WANTS TO BLOW UP THE PLACE, the moment he said “gareeb maaon ki madad” she’s assumed that allllllll the 5 crore he’s asked for are purely for charity. sis, the middle road, have you everrrrrrrrrrr heard of it???

now she’s convinced ki yeh vihaan nahi vansh hai. because apparently only vansh holds the opinion that gareeb maaon ko madad karni chahiye............. no one else in the world has such charitable thoughts???? re devaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

everyone is dancing, and vansh is just standing there checking his phone. lmao, meeeeeeeeeeeeee.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE 🥰🥰🥰

anyway, dadi brought riddhima to him and now they shall have the *~~~~~third~~~~~~* OTT dance performance in 24 hours. why don’t you channel all this energy into some competitive ballroom dancing or something. at least that’s a productive use of your time, unlike........... everything else you losers do all day.

but they hot, so i’m not reallyyyyyyyyy complaining. yeah babiesssss, press up against each other and run your hands alllllllllllllllll over. mmmmmmhmmm.

EYE SEX EYE SEX EYE SEX  EYE SEXXXXXXXXXX

light chali gayi. the oberois ke zamaane ka ghatiya fusebox abhi tak badla nahi tum logon ne??????????

kabir and vansh are missing.

ok we found one of them.

aaaaaaaaand he’s activated the bomb.

ok i can’t watch this santa shit without cringing, so imma fwd to when the action happens.

RIDDHIMA LOOKING AT SANTA AND SAYING IT’S VIHAAN’S CHAAL. SIS.............................. YOU CAN’T TELL FROM A SINGLE LOOK AT THIS PERSON THAT IT’S KABIR?????????????? I............. HADH HOTI HAI BEWAKOOFI KI.

kabir!santa is giving dadi gift and riddhima’s making her way towards them.......................

................ when she’s intercepted by a whole other santa, who’s a chappal chor.

how the fuck vansh!santa know that there’s a bomb in her shoe anyway???????????????

EITHER WAY I’M DYING OF SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT SEEING VISHAL AND RRAHUL IN THE WORST SANTA BEARDS EVER SO I’M FWDINGGGGGGGGGGG

this episode just wants to fucking kill me by cringe. pls god stop doing this to my hot boys. please. 

he’s taking off the santa suit anddddddddddd..........

(i know we’re all very excited at the prospect of V taking his shirt off, but please note, ki kabir!santa has switched out for mummy!santa. how??? no one knows or cares.)

also, i wish my skin healed that quickly from the 20 bumps and bruises and mosquito/chandler bites i get in a day.

lmao the camera just did a TIGHTTTTTTTTTTTTT closeup into his lower back and while i am delighted, i also wish it was framed a lil better so i could also see dat ass in those pants. 🍑🍑🍑

anyway riddhima is like:

poora outfit pehen ke hi bhai bolega. till then we have to stand here and watch him getting dressed. again, i’m not complaining, but i would prefer the reverse..............

ishani’s like riddhima ke shoe mein bomb?!?!?!!? whattt?!?!?! who could do such a thing???? whooooooo would wanna kill riddhima?!?!? lmaooooooooooooo as if her own bitch ass (along with every single other person in this house other than dadi) hasn’t been trying to fucking murder riddhima on a daily basis. y’all have some nerve looking this shocked.

he’s like i know who did it, vansh knows everything blah blah, i hacked everyone’s phones and it took me time but i found out who purchased bomb making materials........ EXCUSE ME BUT EVERYONE IS VERY VERYYYYY CHILL AND NON-BOTHERED ABOUT THE FACT THAT HE HACKED THEIR PHONES????? THEY’RE JUST USED TO IT, HUH, LIVING IN THIS SURVEILLANCE STATE THAT IS UNDER THE DICTATOR VANSH RAISINGHANIA????? THEY’RE LITERALLY LIKE DEAR LEADER NE KIYA HAI, TOH ACHCHE KE LIYE HI KIYA HOGA..................

anyway he found a piece of the sandal heel somewhere, and idk how but understood ki it’s riddhima’s sandal and that’s the one with the bomb and oh my god this is the stupidest fucking episode of this show i’ve seen so far, and that’s really saying SOMETHING,coz every episode of this show is a new and unique type of stupid.

anyway, long story short.................

this..... i......... god. this stupid fucking show. the explosion wasn’t THAT long also ki allllll this coulda happened without anyone noticing.

anyway Mummy did it coz she knows one of them gonna get fucked up rn and if kabir is thrown out, there’s no way back for him. she can do emotional drama blah blah.

Mummy doing maaaaa wali drama ki riddhima insulted my kokh ka sagaaaaaa, so i did this blah blah and lmao vansh like list khol hi dii hai toh pooori ki poori ginwa deta hoon ki kya kya paap kiye hain kabir ke naam pe.

ooooooooooooooooooooop. OG Maa ka murder waala sach baahar aa gaya. how he knows? no1 currrrrrrr.

didi ko finally realize ho gaya ki this her main man, not a humshakal.

bhai ALSO realizing ki this his main man, not a humshakal.

mummy doing acting and kabir also joining in with support role ki nahiiiiiiiiiiii, it can’t beeeeeeee. (vishal doing some solid acting in this scene, he really deserves so much more from this show than these bits and pieces to perform.)

vansh like achchaaaaaa????? tu bada bol raha hai........ ab bol.

kabir be like ab toh aadat si hai mujhko aise jeene mein; har hafte, do hafte isne merepe bandook nahi taani toh thoda off sa feel hota hai mujhe. like he doesn’t really appreciate or value me anymore. iss se apnapann lagta hai.

anyway vansh like, ok anyone wanna tell me the truth NOW?

yup. feeling very truthy rn, with a gun pointed at raja beta’s kanpatti.

oh man, poor baby. he knew it, but still couldn’t be easy to hear it.

someone hold her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

these two be like daaaaaaang, we gotta up our game if we wanna survive in this house. our plans are all hella weak and amateurish compared to the shit going on here.

december be the month that dadiiiiii really came into her own with the slapping. errrrrryone getting slapped around here. lord when will she slap the fuck outta vansh for HIS never-ending bs, that’s the episode i’m waiting for with bated breath. 

she’s yelling at vansh to call the police and curiously...................

INTERESTING. VERY INTERESTING. that he’d trust kabir of allllllllllll people to arrest his own mom?????????????? seems hella sus to me, girls. kuchhhhhhh toh gadbad hai. either vansh has more of a plan to make these two’s jeena mushkil, ya *excited gasp* KABIR AND VANSH ARE A TEAMMMMMMMMM FROM THE START. (i know it’s not the case. they’ll never give me that. but a girl can hope. i would die of happy if it came true!)

kabir doing some ghamasaaaaaaaaan acting about how he’s heartbroken that his own mom is a criminal, yadda yadda yadda, MY QUESTION IS, WHEN DID HE EVEN GET REINSTATED TO DUTY, THAT HE HAS THE RIGHT TO ARREST HER???? I’M TELLING YOU THIS IS ALL SO SHADY AS HELL.

ofc dadi is due for a swooning fit now.

uss confusion mein..........

sis, you really need to go to therapy about this fucked up tendency you have to keep jumping in front of bullets for this dude. like......... ppl want to shoot him for a reason. it’s coz he deserves it. how many you gonna intercept like this????? like, let him also catch a bullet or two once in a while. it’ll knock his akad down a peg or two.

anyway yeah. he finally fucking told her.

[seulgiology]

daybreak ┃kim namjoon

pairings: idol!namjoon x non-idol!female oc

words: 1.7k

genre: fluff , or at least an attempt at it :)))

warnings: might make you smile, unedited so sorry for mistakes

a/n: it’s admin 2 this time. yes i am here and yes i do exist. um, i had writers block for a second but i think i did something with this right here. it’s cute to me and i like it so i hope you guys do as well. if you don’t that’ts fine too :)) i promise i’m better at this but i just kinda ,, rushed it? idk but i’ll do better next time. might make this into a mini series idk yet 

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The sound of the phone alarm is what wakes Minjee up early that morning. Her hand wanders over to the nightstand beside her bed and she presses the power button on her phone, automatically snoozing the alarm.

Minjee blinks her heavy eyes open slowly, turning over in her bed and picking up her phone. After stopping the alarm fully, the bright screen practically screams the time in her face. 5:23 a.m. Minjee hums in approval at the time and decides now is the best time to get up so she can go for her morning run.

She goes to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, saving the shower for when she gets back. Minjee changes into her running shorts and tank top fairly quickly. She puts her AirPods in after connecting them to her phone, playing music from one of her playlists. With a tug on her ponytail that tightens it, she is on her way out of her apartment and on the way to Hangang Park.

Fifteen minutes from where Minjee lives, at the dorm of BTS, where the most successful Korean boy group lives, Kim Namjoon and Jung Hoseok get ready to head to Hangang park to ride bikes. Hoseok takes some pictures in the mirror of his outfit which consists of denim jeans and a button-down shirt with smiley faces on it, that’s tucked into said jeans.

“Are you sure it’s best to go now?” Hoseok asks, a bit paranoid due to their fame and how easy it would be to spot them.

“Daybreak is always the best time to get things done because no one is barely out and if they are, then they are not at a park,” Namjoon assures him, finishing up tying up the laces on his sneakers.

It's been a few months since Namjoon went out to bike ride early mornings at the park. Being an admirer of nature, Namjoon enjoyed smelling the dewy scent of the damp grass from the night’s humidity of the air early in the morning. The sounds of the birds chirping brought upon a dimpled smile on the man’s face. He truly appreciates life.

Namjoon and Hoseok leave the dorm after getting a call from their driver that he’s outside waiting. Management didn’t really approve of the boys being out in public alone but after a lot of convincing from Namjoon that they could handle it and wouldn’t be out long or be seen, they agreed. 

While the boys are on the way to the park, Minjee is just arriving. She pauses from her run and takes a break, deciding it’ll be best if she found a convenience store for her to buy water. Her breaths are coming out quick and a bit heavy due to the amount of jogging she just did. 

The streets are busy, per usual since it is Seoul after all. However, since it is early there aren’t really as many people out as there would be if it was the daytime. The later is got the more lively it will become.

Since Minjee isn’t really a people person she liked to steer clear from areas that carried a lot of people. Hence why she jogs at daybreak because there isn’t a lot of people at the park or on the streets. Well, what she views to be a lot anyways.

As Minjee walks into the convenience store, Namjoon and Hoseok are pulling up to the park. “We’ll be done in about an hour,” Namjoon informs the driver who nods through the rearview mirror. The boys put the face mask, that partially hides their faces, on. 

“It’s so early,” Hoseok mutters while squinting his eyes through his sunglasses despite the sun not even being up yet. “I can’t believe you wake up early to do this, though I think I’m starting to understand it because of the scenery.”

“It’s different right?” Namjoon looks over at the older out of the two of them, smiling fondly. Hoseok only nods, too caught up in his surroundings to really speak.

Within minutes, Namjoon and Hoseok rent the park bikes for forty-five minutes. Minjee is finishing the water she just purchased and is jogging back to the park. She has about another twenty minutes before the sun starts to rise so she needs to make it quick. Adding on to that fact, she still has to jog home.

Fifteen minutes go by in a blur as Minjee runs the walking paths on the park and the two boys ride their bikes on the trail. 

Minjee pulls out her phone and slows down her jog to check the time. Doing this she doesn’t realize the oncoming distracted biker. “I think I need to adjust my bike again,” Namjoon mutters to himself and looks down at his seat for a second.

A second is all it took.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going, your bike almost hit me!” Minjee yells in shock after almost being hit by a bike. A freaking bike, the girl thinks to herself in disbelief. 

Namjoon puts his bike to a stop quickly, looking at the girl with wide eyes. He can’t believe he was paying such little attention to almost having hit someone with the bike. Its times like this he is glad he doesn’t have a driver’s license or own a car.

“I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t even see you coming,” Namjoon is stuttering over his words at the suddenness of the situation. He quickly glances over his shoulder to see Hoseok a good distance from him. 

Minjee catches the eye of the man when he turns back to her. She immediately closes her mouth at his intense eyes that seem unsure. That’s pretty much all she can see since he is wearing a face mask that covers his nose and lips. But those eyes were enough to shut her up.

Namjoon’s eyes widen slightly when fully looking at the girl. He takes in her flushed face from what he presumes to be from jogging. Her lips are pursed disapprovingly and eyebrows narrowed down, making her look more cute than intimidating. The ponytail that her hair is up in looks like it could crop any moment now. After scanning over her attire, Namjoon realizes that she was running. He also realizes something else.

She is insanely beautiful.

“Are you okay?” Namjoon asks after getting over his shock. He steps off his bike and places it on a tree that happens to be beside him. Without thinking, he removes his mask so it rests under his chin.

“I-” Minjee stops speaking when seeing who it is she is talking to. Her own eyes go as wide as saucers. “Holy shit,” she whispers and Namjoon is confused for a second. Minjee continues to look at the leader of BTS with her mouth open in awe.

Minjee doesn’t know much about BTS but she does know what the members look like. She knows this is Kim Namjoon, otherwise known as RM of BTS. She doesn’t know if shes currently fangirling over his height, voice, or his looks. Everything about him up close just doesn’t seem real. 

It takes Namjoon a solid minute to figure out why this girl is looking at him in a daze. He curses himself out ten times in his head when realizing that he took his mask off. This is not at all how he envisioned his morning going.

“No, wait!” Minjee stops Namjoon before he could put his mask on and take off away from her. One of his eyebrows raises at one of her small hands on his arm. “I’m sorry if I just freaked you out but I swear I’m not going to fangirl and scream your location to everybody.”

Namjoon still seems a bit unsure though so Minjee releases her light grip on his arm, retreating to rest her hands clasped in front of her. “My name is Lee Minjee,” she introduces after another second of silence. “I’ll leave right now like nothing happened if it’ll calm you down.”

“No, no it’s fine,” Namjoon quicky says, almost as if he doesn’t want her to leave. Minjee is starting to get that nervous feeling creeping up her neck uncomfortably with talking to a stranger. She knows he means no harm but she couldn’t help but squeeze her hands together and rock on both feet a little.

“You should probably put your mask back on,” Minjee suggests in a quiet voice and her eyes light up when seeing Namjoon’s smile as he lifts his masks from underneath his chin. It’s truly a sight to see with his cheeks flushing pink and dimples popping deeply on both sides. 

“I’m sorry about this Minjee,” Namjoon repeats from earlier and rubs the back of his neck, nervous himself. “Are you okay though? You never answered me earlier.”

“I’m fine thank you,” Minjee smiles up at him shyly which is a stark contrast to her yelling at him not even seen minutes ago. “And I’m sorry for practically biting your head off,” Minjee apologizes next causing the bot of them to release laughter. Minjee feels herself relaxing the more she looks at Namjoon and hears his voice.

Namjoon smiling at Minjee made him realize te Hoseok should be catching up now. He turns his head again to see where Hoseok is to see him about to approach the two.”Okay, look uh I have to go but it was nice meeting you even though I almost hit you- which I’m sorry about too. I think people have already snapped my picture but I promise I’ll find a way to make it up to you,” Namjoon is saying this all quickly and at once as he lifts his bike from the tree and gets on it.

“How will you find me?” Minjee asks in a voice that sounds too hopeful for her liking but she couldn’t help it. Namjoon looks back at the beautiful girl with his eyes smiling for him.

“I’ll find a way.”

And with that, Namjoon is riding back to Hoseok and Minjee is jogging off with a lingering smile on her face. The only thoughts on their mind are each other as daybreak finally ends and the sun rises fully.

[intriga-hounds]

week 7

you had to write the same scene from 5 POVs. le guin also advised using “little to no dialogue” in order to avoid muddying the narrative voice. 

this was LONG. we decided to write it as homework. i wrote the first 4 in one sitting, very quickly. i dreaded the last one all week and finally sat down to write it. it took an hour. a lot of it was bc i couldn’t remember what bug explodes as a defense mechanism and spent some time on google. anyway involved narrator is...a lot. 

it’s more misanthra, but idk if i’ll keep writing her for this club or not.

Part 1

A: Limited Third, Misanthra

The pain was incredible, but Misanthra had expected that. She was just pleased she had had both the time and the guts to shove the knife in twice before Ridian had found her. 

The servants were carrying her to bed, somehow both carefully and hastily, and the movement just made it all hurt more. Misanthra could feel the hot blood on her shirt, on her stomach, pooling, dripping, thick and slick. Her hands, folded together over one of her wounds, trembled. Part adrenaline, part agony, part excitement. 

Her mother, hysterical, hurled orders and accusations, but Misanthra was beyond hearing the individual words. The terror in her mother’s voice alone was music to her, a song she would replay in her mind over and over until the day she died. 

On the bed now, Misanthra let her body sink and grow heavy. Two servants each took a cloth and pressed it hard against the deep wounds in Misanthra’s abdomen, trying to staunch the bleeding. Misanthra knew they would save her, but they would not save the life-giving parts of her that her mother sought so desperately to protect and control. 

Misanthra listened to her mother yowl like a wounded dog, and she felt exultant tears seep down her face. She closed her eyes and let out a single, clipped laugh. The giddiness and pain within her made her body shudder.

I’m free, I’m free, I’m free.

B: Limited Third, Morgana

Lady Morgana Sisero watched in horror and awe as her daughter was carried bleeding to her bed. Misanthra was stubborn, she knew. She always had been, and always would be. But even Morgana had not expected her to go this far--to endanger her own life to keep marriage at bay, or else take it off the table entirely. 

Morgana knew she had screamed every insult she could think of, but she wondered if Misanthra was listening. She was never listening. 

Morgana had already ordered one servant to run for a doctor, but she sent a second, younger one now for good measure. Then she commanded two more to stop the bleeding, to save her daughter, to save the granddaughters she still might have in the years to come if only Misanthra would remain intact.

We’re dying out, don’t you realize that? Don’t you realize how selfish you are?

Finally pausing in her shouting, Morgana realized she was trembling. She placed a hand over her mouth, hot tears flowing over her knuckles in rapid succession. Who would there be, when she was finally gone? The flowers that had earned their family worldwide fame would wilt and vanish from the world forever, as would the Sisero name and the Calibos altogether. A race of people, vanished off the face of the planet, because of a girl who would not marry. 

From across the room, Morgana heard Misanthra choke--or was it laughter? Morgana drew closer to the bed and saw the deranged smile on her daughter’s face. Without thinking, she slapped her. 

Ugly girl.

Part 2: Detached Narrator

Sometime late in the evening, Misanthra Sisero hid away in the garden and stabbed herself twice with a kitchen knife. One of the Siseros’ servants, who was called Ridian, found her hunched among the fire lilies with the bloodied knife discarded beside her. He ran back to the house for help, then followed as two other servants carried Misanthra inside. 

Lady Sisero was notified, and she came up immediately from her office just in time to watch as Misanthra was carried into her bedroom. She asked who had found her, and when Ridian told her it was him, she grew angry. After insulting him, she turned and insulted her daughter, calling her every ugly name she could think of. 

Misanthra, now lowered onto her bed, just bled and laughed, even after her mother slapped her.

Part 3:

Observer-Narrator: Ridi, a servant

I had never seen anyone do anything like this, not ever. My father committed suicide when I was five years old, but I didn’t actually witness it, and in all honesty, I never understood it. 

Watching Lady Misanthra being carried up to her bedroom felt like being out of my own body. Why would a person hurt themselves like that? Sure, Misanthra had always been wild, had always been unpredictable and headstrong, but to stab herself twice? It was clear now that she had not intended to die, or she would have gone for her heart. I did not know which moral argument mother and daughter were in the middle of--there were so many--but it seemed to me that Misanthra had won. 

Lady Sisero appeared in a rush and demanded to know who had found her daughter. When I told her, she told me that I was a stupid boy (not a new insult) and then went after her daughter in a tirade of far uglier language. I still had little clarity on the situation until the moment Lady Misanthra was lowered onto her bed and Lady Sisero called her “selfish.” 

“You’ve ruined us,” she went on. 

That illuminated everything. The moral argument that I had wondered about was about marriage. More than that, it was about progeny. It was about the Calibos. 

As I watched Lady Misanthra bleed, I wondered what would have happened if I hadn’t found her. Would she have died, and would Lady Sisero’s reaction have been the same? Shouting, insulting, mourning the loss of a legacy? I was sure that she would not have shed a tear for Lady Misanthra herself, only for the womb that had been spoiled. 

I looked from Lady Misanthra’s wounds to her face. Did she regret what she had done? It seemed she hadn’t, for she was smiling. She laughed, and that was apparently the last straw. Lady Sisero marched to the bed and slapped her hard, making the rest of us all flinch, but Lady Misanthra just kept laughing and laughing, with blood on her teeth.

Part 4: Involved Author

Ridi had gone outside to smoke and was sitting on the wrought iron bench outside the back door when he sensed that he was not alone. It was not unusual for the groundskeepers to still be out at this hour, but they weren’t usually in the formal gardens that sprawled behind the house; they were below in the flower fields, or in the greenhouses, giving one last misting or watering to the temperamental exotic flowers that the Sisero family was known for. 

It was the sound of crunching gravel that first caught his attention. A rabbit or ground squirrel, maybe. But then he heard a breath, too human, and the rustle of fabric. Thinking two of the younger servants must be stealing away behind the fire lilies for a quick, ecstatic dalliance, he marched over to sully the mood. Instead, he rounded the first line of lilies to find himself standing over Lady Sisero’s daughter, Misanthra, bleeding on the gravel, with a bloody kitchen knife discarded beside her.

The wounds were, evidently, self-inflicted, but Ridi did not yet know their purpose. Thinking at first that she had meant to kill herself, and also thinking her quite close to completion, he rushed at once to the house, shouting (quite hysterically, Misanthra thought) for help. 

However, Misanthra’s life had not been in any great danger that night. Under the guise of curiosity and intending to furthering her education, Misanthra had grilled her cousin, Tetrophos, on the form, function, and precise locations of every womanly cog needed to form human life. This had been some weeks ago, when he had been visiting from Clova. He was a doctor now and, always pleased to make proof that his lengthy education had been worth the cost, he had explained everything with enough depth to satisfy a surgeon. 

Misanthra, thus, had taken his advice, though not in the way he had hoped. Rather than following in his footsteps to a profession in medicine, she had used this interview to remove from herself the very talent she wished her own mother had never been given: the ability to host a child. 

There were numerous reasons Misanthra did it, but a scorn for children was not one of them. In fact, she quite liked children, and if anyone had asked her if she wanted to be a mother, she would have answered in the affirmative. Unfortunately, no one had asked her if she wanted to be a wife--and more than that, a wife to a husband--and this violence against her own body was the best she could do without killing whatever little lord her mother might cook up for her. Misanthra was many things, but she was not the kind of person to marry a man, use him to further her bloodline, and then poison him at the dinner table. That was more her mother’s fancy, and considering Misanthra didn’t appreciate her own existence within the confines of the Sisero Estate, she wasn’t about to subject another child to it. 

Help came quickly. The servants, frightened of what would happen to them if the young Lady wasn’t saved, carried her up to her bedroom while someone else went to fetch Lady Sisero and the resident doctor. Ridi followed along as if in a stupor. At some point, he had dropped his cigarette, but he wasn’t sure when it had happened. 

At this very moment, Lady Sisero was in her study signing a letter to the Kallista family, who had a son in want of a wife. It was a good match; they were pure Calibos, not a speck of unclean blood, with a successful fishing operation in Astrapahl. Their son was young and inexperienced, and he had the personality of a river stone, but he was pureblooded and wealthy and what else really mattered anyway? Misanthra would produce satisfactory children, and the Calibos would survive. 

When a servant burst into the room to give the Lady the news, she learned that these months of politics, dinners, and favors had been squandered. She got up immediately.

Lady Sisero arrived on the scene just as Misanthra was lowered into her bed. There was a wrath inside her she had not unleashed in decades. After spitting every insult she could think of, both at Misanthra and at the surrounding servants, she felt not unlike the soft, tender sea cucumber, turning inside out, viscera and acid her final lines of defense against this predator, this agitator that had pushed her to the brink.

To Misanthra, it was more the opposite. Lady Sisero, to her, was the leathery, warty toad that had so smugly just consumed the bombardier beetle--crafty little creature about to detonate in its belly and free itself through the back door. 

“Free” is exactly what Misanthra was. She was free from expectations, free from her mother, free from marriage--free even from the Sisero name. She was nothing now, a husk, useless save for her own limited personal potential. Though she was in incredible agony, it was negligible compared to the feeling of emancipation, of manumission, of adrenaline flooding her brain. 

The feeling of it all, the sheer ecstasy, was enough to make her laugh, and that singular moment felt like a welcome eternity before her mother’s sharp slap hit her cheek. 

That slap was only a match head to the igniter, the last scrape to be endured before it all went up in flames. Misanthra laughed harder, madder, louder.

Below the house, Ridi’s glowing cigarette rolled with the breeze and landed at the base of a fire lily stem. The ensuing flames, Ridi thought many years later, were as symbolic as they were real. 

[throwing-summers-at-the-walls]

Hi, i hope you are feeling good! Im better than yesterday so i can finally answer you. First of all: i am so happy that you shared your fanfiction! i had a great time reading it! Im always open for more recs. Maybe your all time favorites? Or if you know some good h/c these are always welcome :) And YESSS please send me a link to your fanvids. -- yeah 13rw was super cursed. haha i also watched season 1 but thankfully i was able to sto watching becaue i could feel it making me feel bad (1)

I agree the suicide scene was just cringe (but i think i remember reading somewhere that they cut it out? idk) and overall this show just gave me the feeling that there was no hope and things are always getting worse instead of better and i hated that. but enough of that cursed show. can i just say i really admire how open you are about your feelings (like being suicidal and that) i realy, really admire this about you. i have so much respect for you that you can just share your feelings here (2)

I have never heard of ace attorney but that story you described sounds really good. and i get reading sth that isnt good for you and still doing it (because im a dumb bitch too :D) -- okay i might accept that Root will never grow on you (but i thought so too and look at me now :D) but i havent fully given up yet :)-- yes thats the girl. i think it was really sweet when she said that to Shaw. and i think Shaw appreciated it that someone tried to figure her out instead of just writting her off (3)

Shaw is really cool and definately also a badass and in combination with John its just great! but you will have to suffer trough some Shoot.  but maybe, maybe you will end up not hating Root. hope dies last (idk how the saying goes in english, sorry). -- Did you ever ship Caresse (in a romantic way)? cause sometimes i do and sometimes i dont and i get so confused about it :) but i think most of the time i like them more as friends. anyway her death really sucked and you are right with (4)

her death and them losing the library it felt like a different show (i mean i guess it was a different show then). i kinda get your feelings about the destroyed library because i also really loved it (and im really bad with change) but i dont think it affected me as much as you. but yeah i still missed the library very much. and while the subway is a really cool new place its not the same. (also the subway is super dark cause its underground and idk it just makes the whole thing less homey) (5)

Yes he is everything! such a great, interesting character and i wish there were more John-centric episodes! (like ones that explored his character more). that was one of my biggest dislikes of the later seasons that John wasnt featured as much anymore. i think he chuckled a few times in the show but a real laugh? i cant remember one :(  -- He did promise Joss to talk to Tyler so @show were is that talk? -- if seen the vid its awesome! thehiddenmemory has some great poi vids! (6)

yes i think so too. Like Grace would probably be relived and thankful that Harold is still alive and maybe they would even try again but eventually she would figure out that she cant trust him after lying to him for so long or sth like that and Harold would ofc realize that he is in love with someone else now. And then he finds out that John is still alive but stayed away cause he didnt want to get in the way of Harold/Grace. But then Harold comes back. And when they meet again John is like (7)

you came back for the machine? what about Grace. But Harold tells him he came back for John not the machine and then they kiss and have a happy live with Bear (sorry i got a little carried away here :D). -- Yeah Zoe is really hot and she needed more screen time! -- i hope you have a good day and i hope i havent messed up the numbers on the asks! :)

Hi ! I'm finally free from the resits, I hope you're doing okay with your thesis 💛

Sorry for replying late, there was the exam resits, and I read a bunch of fics, then I fell into pokémon and started bingewatching it. (Also I had a breakdown during therapy today so I'm gonna finish writing my answer to distract myself - it's been sitting in my drafts for so long rip)

Thank you !! It was a very personal thing, I'm really happy you liked it !! Your support and your comment made me thrive 💛💛

Tbh I was surprised to see it get kudos given that the only intended audience was my self projecting ass 🤣

So, my fav fics (my fav fic ever is in French, rip to y'all bc it's so good):

I am, I am, I am by RavenWhitecastle

Actually check the entire series this work belongs to: The Sinner and the Saint. I haven't finished it yet but I love it (I just skipped the explicit fics bc I don't like smut or sub!John)

Breaking All The Rules by talkingtothesky

Outsider Perspective by Neery

A Really Private Person by astolat

Hamartia (the hero's fatal flaw) by astolat

If Only for Tonight by spacemutineer

From Here, Where? by AKMars

Stroll by TheaNishimori

and the world was gone by lunarcorvid

a light that never goes out by vindicatedtruth

Limitations. by Michaelssw0rd

Reel you in and spit you out by Michaelssw0rd

All I Want For Christmas Is You by richmahogany

By What Power I Am Made Bold by brinnanza

Aftershocks by darringtons

At Certain Hours It All Breaks Down by nogoaway

construction of a kingdom by the_ragnarok

You Take Me Higher Than I've Gone by talkingtothesky

All Together Now by beadedslipper

I'll Let the Waters Still by brinnanza

Birthday Tradition by talkingtothesky

Things My Father Taught Me by KRyn

Truth is in the Eye of the Beholder by infiniteeight

Better Luck This Time by Lisztful

Motivations by JenNova

What's On the Table by cortue

In Another Life by Della19

I Thought We Already Were by talkingtothesky

Misunderstandings by thisstarvingartist

This is already fucking long omg so for the h/c: my bookmarks filtered with Rinch and h/c

Here's my playlist, it's mostly Rinch, but there are a few not Rinch vids, plus some scenes I like

This is long enough already, so it's time for a read more. Also, warning, we be talking about suicide

The portrayal of suicide is cringe most of the time anyway. If my suicidal ass can find a list of suicide methods and their lethality in 2 mins on Google you'd think writers who are supposed to do some research would be able to find them too but no they're like "ah yes slicing wrists" even though it's literally the shittiest method 🙄 (I just don't understand why slicing wrists seems to be such a popular method in the collective imagination ? It's weird.) At least in 13rw she took aspirin and cut herself vertically instead of horizontally but still, no hesitation wounds, and she dies even though she only got 4 wounds iirc ? I know more about jumping off bridges than slicing wrists, but it kinda sounds like bullshit to me. Also Netflix once suggested "beyond the reasons" to me, it's a sort of discussion with the cast and crew of 13rw and the only thing I remember is a moment of intellectual masturbation abt how they "opened a discussion abt suicide" 😬😬😬

They may have cut it out it's not impossible, idk I didn't hear about it, but it's not like I look for info about this dumpster fire lol. Maybe they faced backlash ? Wouldn't be surprised given how shit the show was. And yeah it has a hopeless vibe, I mean that's how it be when you're suicidal, but I didn't like it either.

You're sweet 💜💜 it's interesting that you find it respectable or admirable, I don't have an external point of view, so I'm just like 🤷 it is what it is. I understand where you're coming from though, I guess it's still quite a taboo subject, and suicidal people don't always feel comfortable talking about it, so me throwing around that I jumped off a bridge must be surprising. I'm detached enough from my suicide attempt that I'm able to talk about it without much of a problem, and I'm not really suicidal anymore.

Dumb bitches unite 👏👏👏 we be out there reading shit we shouldn't read

Yeah I think it's nice how the show didn't portray Shaw as a bad person for not having "normal feelings". Well, hope makes one live as we say in French (idk the English saying either lol) but don't hold much hope about me liking Root lmao

I used to ship careese bc they kissed in the crossing, but then I read some Rinch fics and I just ended up falling into it to the point where I stopped caring about careese. Now I think their relationship works better as a friendship.

Yeah all that change really puts me off... It just gives me "bad spin-off" vibes. Especially since there is less John :( and less Rinch :((((

Lmao yeah I just have a lot of feelings about early poi hgkfglrk. Also :/ I'm sad about the subway being less homey pls I just want happiness ?? I swear this show destroys my heart on top of owning my last braincell (brb changing my blog title to this lmao)

Mood I need all the John-centric eps, give me m o r e characterization and development and backstory and feelings hhhhhhh. I love him so much I just wanna spend more time with him. And that's what fics are for ! Yeah thehiddenmemory is so talented ! Astolat made some good ones too, on top of writing really good fics ! (Our fandom has been blessed with the presence of one of the ao3 founders hell yeah)

Also, remember how we talked abt the poi subreddit ? The other day I left a comment on there, wild I know. It wasn't a discussion about the last seasons though, I'm not crazy, it was about the impact poi had in our lives so I said it literally taught me English. Who knows maybe sometimes I'll comment again lol. I just don't wanna meet one of those people who prefer late poi over early poi.

Allow me to uuuuh write something based on what you said. Don't ask me how John survived with no major injuries, my man got that Thick Plot Armor alright. Hope you appreciate me getting carried away sjdkdksk it's kinda rushed and the first part isn't that good bc idk how to write Grace I'm just here for that sweet sweet Rinch stuff

Harold is eating breakfast with Grace in her kitchen – he can't think of her home as his home – when his phone vibrates. It's a text from the machine. It's a surprise, she barely contacted him since... He blocks the thoughts and the images coming to his mind. The machine sent him a picture. When he opens it, his heart misses a beat. Right here on his screen is a silhouette he thought he would never see again. His phone vibrates again. Another picture, this time it's unmistakably John, wearing his signature suit, Bear next to him. Transfixed, he stares at his phone until he feels Grace gently touching his arm. She goes straight to the point.

"Is it John ?" He looks up in confusion, but before he can say anything, she adds, "I hear you call him in your sleep every night."

"It's him, yes." He doesn't want to explain. He only wants to see John, to touch him, to tell him how much he loves him.

"You should go back to him. I like you, Harold. I am deeply relieved to see you alive. But I've been thinking, and... It's not working. This, us... You aren't really the man I fell in love with, the man I grieved... I can't trust you anymore." She doesn't say 'You lied to me' but Harold hears it all the same.

~

Harold sits on their bench. The machine indicated John often comes here. Soon enough, his arms are full of Bear, and John is standing in front of him.

"John. How are you ?" he asks when Bear finally calms down.

"Busy. And you ?"

Harold eyes him suspiciously – John once said he was busy when he was bleeding and way too close to death – but he seems to be well.

"I'm fine." He doesn't have time for awkward small talk." I thought you were dead. Why didn't you contact me ?"

"The machine told me you were with Grace. I thought you wanted to come back to your previous life. I didn't want to crash into it and ruin what you had."

Harold wants to be angry at him, but he understands. He did the same with Grace.

"You would never ruin anything. Besides, my relationship with Grace... didn't survive my lies. She's very dear to my heart, but she's a part of my previous life, as you said."

"So you came back for the machine, and the numbers, like the good old times ?"

Harold gets up from the bench.

"I came back for you. You are an important part of my life. The most important part."

John smiles, finally. He takes a step towards Harold, they're so close they could kiss. Harold reaches out, grips his shirt and slowly inches closer. He's still afraid of being rejected but John wraps his arm around him and kisses him. The kiss is over too soon. John's smile is even wider when they part.

"You're the most important part of my life too," he says before kissing Harold again. "You will stay ?"

"Always."

Damn I live for sappy Rinch stuff.

Bitches decided that Harold saying "always" is peak Rinch. It's me I'm bitches.

Also ofc I had to make a reference to number crunch, who do you think I am

Anyway. I hope you have a good day ! 💛