#but i am so confused about this focus on app stores

[lynne-monstr]

I keep seeing people say that we can't have an ao3 app because of app stores. is this reliance on app stores an iphone thing? because I have no problem downloading apps directly onto my android phone from the internet

[twicesserafim]

desperatly need a campus crush nwjns gip!minji! AKCKCKCKCKCK

G!p Minji

Smut heavy‼️

Not proofread

Third Person Pov:

Minji was a year above you, you've seen each other around, on campus, in the hallways, in between classes. You've ran into each other a few times. Haerin and Danielle were luckily your friends.

Well, not really close friends. But you knew each other, they were in your music class. "Minji's really been liking these shoes but she can't find any in her size" "what shoes?" you asked confused as the pointed to yours.

"what's her size?" "230 (6.5)" "oh, we're the same size" "really?" "yeah" "where'd you get yours?" "online, on this app. I don't think theres anymore though" "aw, that's unfortunate. what're they called again?"

"jordan 4 retro sail i think?" "oh? is it new?" "yeah, came out, end of september 2023." "ooh, so they're like, really new." "yeahh, i can help her find it, maybe i can" "thanks, y/n." "i got you"

"oh also! what to you think of minjiii" "what do you mean?" "is she cute? pretty? what do you think of her?" "uh, i mean yeah. She's pretty and she's cute too, she's attractive." "really? you think that?" "yeah"

"would you say you like her?" "im not sure." That's a lie. you find her so attractive that you want to bash your head on a wall. You have the biggest crush on her. "hm.. that's interesting.. would you be down to go to lunch with us?"

"uh, sure. i don't think i made plans today" "okay, bells gonna ring in a few, pack your bags." "i never take anything out of my bags" "true that"

...

Hanni, danielle, haerin and hyein all pushed you and minji in the middle, making the two of you stand beside each other. "is it too crowded, we can walk behind them?" "sure" you agreed as the two of you backed up, the four of them walking in the front as the two of you walked in the back.

"how was class, y/n?" "it was fine, kinda boring. I was sleepy" "i always sleep in my classes.. nice shoes." "thanks" you muttered, looking down. Hoping you could find something for her too.

"so uh.. the stores over there, just a few more minutes" "yeah, i know, it's all good" you replied, turning to face her. You were about the same height. You were maybe an inch shorter? Similar height though.

The others ordered, you passed some money to hanni, she smiled and went to the counter. "y/n what do you want?" "anything, it doesn't matter." "okay"

You and Minji just sat there, the two of you sitting beside each other. "so.." "how's badminton?" Right. You're on the badminton team. "it's okay, it's like really hard at times." "really?" "i'm good at saving, i'm not great at spiking though"

"oh, that's important" "it is.. it's hot" you whined, you took the hoodie off as minji's breath hitched; Both at your whine and you taking your hoodie off. She gulped, taking a breath in. You were in a compression shirt so it showed off your body pretty well.

The cargo pants honestly showed off your lower body pretty well too, the thought made her nervous as she got fidgety and slightly sweaty. She doesn't usually think of these things, why was this happening?

Your hand brushed on her thigh before you placed a hand on her back. "are you okay?" "um.. yeah i'm.. ahem, i'm okay." "are you sure?"

...

Minji Pov:

Fuck. I'm hard. I'm fucking hard. That's so pathetic, fuck! why am i hard! im just gonna have to walk around school with a boner?! Fuck my life, oh my god. It's gonna fucking stick up! I'm literally going to end it all.

Bro why did i get hard?! Fuck my life. Fuck everything. Y/n's right beside me too. I have the biggest crush on her. She's so perfect. Fuck! stop thinking about her! i'm actually gonna burst through my boxers. This is so scary.

"minji?" The way she says my name. Imagine if she was screaming it though.. oh my god. "yes?" "are you sure you're okay? you've been staring at the table for a few minutes? the food is here, eat, okay?" "yeah.."

I cant focus. Im going to the washroom. "i gotta go to the washroom, i'll be back." I need to finish my business quickly.

...

Third Person Pov:

You saw it. You noticed it a while ago, a few minutes after Minji had left for the washroom, you spoke up. "i'll go check up on her" "go ahead" the washroom door could lock. You knew that.

As soon as you came in, you locked the door, "minji" you muttered, "huh? what's wrong?" "let me help" "what do you mean?" "don't act all clueless. do you want me to help or not?" "we need to be quick" "i know that. now open the stall up."

She did as your eyes widened at her size, her hand was still wrapped around it. "are you close yet?" "no. for some reason i can't seem to get the job done" "well i hope i can.. the floors dirty" you whined as minji rolled her eyes with a smile.

She threw her jacket on the floor and you closed the stall, kneeling down in front of her. Kissing the tip and pulling it out of her hand, into yours. "oh my god." she whined as you put the tip into your mouth. "i haven't even done anything yet"

"come on then." you took more of her in, minji groaned as she let out a shaky breath, taking her clean hand and gripping onto your hair as you started going at it, you bobbed your head up and down, gagging on her and just taking more and more of her in.

"fucking shit y/n.." she sighed, whining a bit. she pushed your head closer as her balls touched your chin, you hummed, sucking on her, drooling a bit and gagging. "too big, darling?" you nodded as she chuckled.

Fuck was that hot. Minji thrusted into your mouth a few times making you gag. "are you ready for it?" you nodded. "come on, baby. tell me. you want my cum down your throat?" "yes.. please" "as you wish, sweetheart."

She groaned, gripping onto you tighter as she let out a whine, cumming into your throat as you swallowed all of her, you pulled away making minji chuckle. "fuck you're so hot" she muttered making you shrug.

"you're hotter" "hey.. wanna come over to my dorm tonight? my roommates on a trip.." you just smiled and nodded. "i'll give you more of me this time" you muttered, cleaning up yourself and walking out making minji smile to herself.

"damn."

...

"hey" you said as she let you into the dorm. "hi baby" "i like you, you know that?" "straightforward. i like that." "thought you would" "i like you too" "so.." "my rooms right there" "great"

...

Your face was in a pillow as you let out a loud moan. "fuck! it's big" "relax, princess. i've got you." "minji.." you whined, your breathing shaky as she pulled you up, making you face her while straddling her.

She slipped the tip back into you, "slowly, baby." you slowly sat down on her, the two of you groaned. "come on, hun. once you get used to it.. that's when it gets fun" "whatever you say.."

...

You let out small moans before whines left your lips. "fuck.. i'm gonna cum.. minji.." "hm.." "please." "what are you supposed to call but you don't?" "unnie" you whined making her chuckle. "good, go ahead."

"do you have protection on?" "no.." "minji" you whined, she pulled out, "open up then" you opened your mouth as she pumped her hands up and down a few times, before shooting her load straight into your mouth.

"you're so pretty" minji muttered making you roll your eyes with a smile. "yeah, with your cum all over my face?" "exactly."

...

"if i'm your girlfriend.. do you think i could steal your shoes then?" "min" you chuckled, rolling your eyes. "are you sure you love me then?" "nah, i just like your shoes" "meanie!" "kidding, baby!"

[zylahealth]

Health benefits of Ashwagandha | Zyla Health

Some very common questions that I get asked nowadays are, “Can I take ashwagandha?”, “What are the health benefits of ashwagandha?” or “Is it ok to take ashwagandha every day?” etc.

Now, these questions might seem easy to answer but they have a certain depth to them…

You see, you might know ashwagandha as an ayurvedic herb that provides strength but do you know that it cannot be consumed by everyone? It can help you sleep well and feel healthy but do you know how much to consume it every day?

You might be a little bit confused right now but don’t worry, I am here to help you through all the ‘yes’ and ‘nos’ of ashwagandha so sit tight and just enjoy the ride.

In this blog, we’ll discuss the health benefits of ashwagandha, it’s not-so-ok effects on health, how to and how much to consume and most importantly, who cannot consume it. Let’s begin…

Ashwagandha

Ashwagandha has a long-standing history of being used for multiple diseases in Ayurvedic medicine. It is considered one of the most important herbs of Ayurveda and has been used for hundreds of years as a Rasayana — tonic.

The name ashwagandha is derived from the smell of its roots, which resembles the smell (gandha) of a horse (ashwa).

Ashwagandha which is scientifically known as Withania somnifera is a herb that uses its roots and leaves for maintaining a healthy energy balance in the body.

The roots of ashwagandha have anti-inflammatory and anti-stress properties and are also one of the herbal remedies to improve immunity. The ashwagandha leaves are used to improve swelling and fever.

Now let me tell you the reason behind all the health benefits of ashwagandha…

Health benefits of ashwagandha

1. Reduces blood sugar

Ashwagandha can reduce the blood sugar levels in people with diabetes by increasing insulin secretion and by improving the muscle sensitivity in our body.

Looking to learn more about Diabetes and some common myths? Check out our blog on 11 Diabetes myths and misconceptions.

If you’re seeking help to improve your diabetes and want a personalised care, you can download the Zyla app or visit our website Zyla.in and enrol in the defeating diabetes program.

2. Stress management

Ashwagandha helps to manage anxiety, depression, discomfort and disturbed sleep. It blocks the pathways of the nervous system that activate the stress hormones in the brain. It also reduces the cortisol (stress hormone) levels in the body and acts as a stress buster.

3. Increases fertility

This amazing herb can boost testosterone levels and increase the fertility rate in men. It can also improve sperm quality, increase the sperm count and motility.

Do you know that normal vitamin D level is also essential in men for a healthy conception? Read our blog, “Keeping vitamin D under check for a healthy pregnancy” to know more.

4. Reduces inflammation

Ashwagandha also helps reduce inflammation in the body caused by diseases/medical conditions, lifestyle changes and diet.

5. Improves brain function

Ashwagandha slows down or prevents the loss of brain function, improves memory and increases the mental focus by exercising the brain cells and relaxing the nervous system of our body.

Available scientific data shows that the health benefits of ashwagandha are many and that it is a real potent regenerative tonic. It has positive effects on neurological diseases like Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s. It is considered among the best nerve tonics of Ayurveda.

6. Improves heart health

Ashwagandha helps to boost heart health by lowering high blood pressure, lowering high cholesterol, easing chest pain, enhancing cardiorespiratory endurance and preventing heart disease.

7. Ageing

Ashwagandha is seen to have an anti-ageing property on the body as it delays the ageing process by firming the skin and making you look younger.

8. Weight management

Ashwagandha helps in managing our weight, by speeding up the metabolism in our body, decreasing inflammation and helping in burning belly fat and other stored fats in our body. It helps to increase the muscle mass and strength of the body.

Want to lose weight with some simple walking techniques, read our blog, “Walking techniques for weight loss”.

Did you know?

Ashwagandha (Withania Somnifera) is considered ” nature’s gift to mankind”. It is commonly called Indian ginseng, poison gooseberry or winter cherry. Its flowers are small, green and bell-shaped and its ripe fruits are orange-red in colour.

Let us now look at some common questions that people have about the health benefits of ashwagandha.

What is the best way to consume ashwagandha?

You can find ashwagandha in different forms like roots, leaves, capsules and liquid extract. There is no one size fits all approach to taking ashwagandha. Ways to use ashwagandha are:

1. Ashwagandha powder

If you’re wondering, how to use ashwagandha powder, then here is your answer…

Made from the roots or leaves of ashwagandha, the powder can be consumed in quantities of 4–5 grams per day. Boil the powder in water for 5 minutes, strain the mixture and consume 1/4th cup twice daily.

The powder can also be roasted in ghee and add a pinch of cinnamon. Cool to room temperature and add 1 tsp of this mixture to warm water or milk and drink it.

2. Ashwagandha capsules

1–2 ashwagandha capsules can be taken twice a day with meals. The total dosage should not exceed 2 grams a day.

3. Ashwagandha liquid extract

In a day, it is advisable to take 5 ml of ashwagandha liquid extract and up to 1–2 times.

While there aren’t any exact dosage metrics available, it is safe to take up to 5 grams a day, depending on the kind of supplement. For more exact dosages, please consult your physician.

Did you know?

Studies show that ashwagandha slows, reverses and stops nerve atrophy (wasting) and loss of nerve structures. Ashwagandha can be used to treat Alzheimer’s, Parkinson’s, Huntington’s and other neurological diseases even before diagnosis.

Is it ok to take ashwagandha every day?

Yes! It is safe to take ashwagandha daily and it is advised to be regular in order to receive maximum health benefits of ashwagandha.

But the twist is that, you will have to be regular with it for a specific period of time. It may be 1 month of you and 3 months for someone else. It all depends on your medical history, current medicines, lifestyle etc.

Since ashwagandha can have interactions with some food items or medicines, it is important for you to discuss about it’s consumption with your doctor and take as advised by him/ her.

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Moving on to another commonly asked question…

When is it best to take ashwagandha?

While there is no specified way to take ashwagandha, it can be taken in the morning or with meals to maximise the health benefits of ashwagandha.

Again, your doctor will look at your medical history, medicines etc and guide you when and exactly how much you have to take it for…

So, is this queen of herbs a part of your daily routine yet?

Have you ever wondered if there are any side effects in addition to the many health benefits of ashwagandha? Read on to find out more!

What are the disadvantages of ashwagandha?

Any food when taken in the right amount acts as a superfood to our body. Too much or too little can be harmful to health and the same is with ashwagandha…

Too much ashwagandha might irritate the gastrointestinal (GI) tract, causing vomiting, diarrhoea and other GI disturbances.

An increase in thyroid hormone levels is seen when consuming an excess amount of ashwagandha. Know more about thyroid gland and hypothyroidism through our blog, “Hypothyroidism-Understand symptoms and treatment”.

No doubt that ashwagandha helps in improving sleep quality, it’s intake can also cause you to experience drowsiness.

It can cause you to experience low blood sugar episodes because of it’s blood sugar controlling properties. If you’re experiencing blood sugar drop at night, read our blog,” The 3 am blood sugar phenomenon” to know the right treatment for it.

So, this is why I am asking you again and again to consult your doctor before taking it. Never self-medicate. Now, let us look at some absolute contraindications to the health benefits of ashwagandha!

Ashwagandha should not be taken by

Pregnant women, as it might lead to miscarriages.

People suffering from auto-immune diseases like Type 1 Diabetes Mellitus and rheumatoid arthritis.

People with very low levels of Blood Pressure (BP).

People taking sedative medications (medicines for sleepiness and drowsiness).

People consuming alcohol on a regular basis.

Ashwagandha is truly nature’s remedy, though ways to use ashwagandha are many, the health benefits of ashwagandha can increase greatly by including it as a part of your daily supplements. It can help you sleep better, manage blood sugar levels and heart health, improve memory and strength etc.

However, I will encourage you to consult your doctor before starting any supplements. Your doctor knows better than anyone about your health and he/she will recommend what’s best for you!

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[1kook]

ZOOM CALL

⇢ meeting one

jeon jungkook x (f) reader

⇢ series masterlist

summary: In a sea of black screens and faceless names, there’s one smiley boy that beams back at you through the dimly lit screen of your laptop, a tiny Jeon Jungkook (he/him) tacked to the corner of his window. genre: fluff, slice of life, smut (tags tba) warnings: jk is a ditzy lil nerdy sweetheart, college crushes, social distancing -_-, use of the zoom app, 1kook Builds a Healthy Relationship (Version 2.0) ratings: M (18+) wc: 3.2k

notes: well. here we are. as always i have to thank common sense (coincidentally named rumu @kigurumu​ ) for reading this over and pointing out little details <3 after much deliberation, i have decided to post our beloved zoom jk (see origin story here) in the form of short ‘drabbles’ depicting diff zoom calls with this being The Beginning™️ so please... bare with me </3 ty to all the nice ppl who have been excited for this, luv u very much 🥺

There are times in human history where words captivate their audience; times when single words or phrases wrap around the listener, melt into their bones and radiate warmth from within. But rarely does one word manage such an impact, rarely is it as revered and as cherished as the word cancelled is to most college students. 

Class is cancelled, group meetings are cancelled, the stupidly big semester final project was cancelled. You could cancel nearly anything, and in most cases, it would be beautiful. Cancelled meant more time to sleep in the morning, an afternoon free of pesky project partners, a pleasant reprieve from having to socialize with anyone. It was a glorious word with heavenly connotations that brought tears of joy to your eyes whenever you saw it appear in an email preview.

Except this one.

Spring Semester 2021: On-Campus Classes CANCELLED — Social Distance Measures as per State Regula…

Your last semester as a student in university… online? You couldn’t believe it. All these years of studying rigorously, cramming for exams, attaining a near perfect GPA— just to sit in your bedroom and stare at your computer screen for the last 15 weeks of classes? Had your friends not been there to mope with you, you’re certain a part of you would have gone on a rampage and cursed every bacteria known to mankind for doing this to you.

It was your last year, you whined in private (never in public; your friends had always considered you the mature one, the studious friend who kept everyone in order), yet here you were, setting up your desk for your last ever first day of classes with quite possibly the biggest pout on your face.

Zoom, your school had raved in an email a few weeks into the break, the desktop application that will keep us united in these trying times! As if, you huffed, giving the stupid application permission to connect to your computer’s camera and audio systems. What even was proper Zoom etiquette? Did you have to enter the meeting and greet every student cheerfully? You had always said hi to your classmates before, but something about saying it over a computer mic felt awkward.

The feeling doubled when you finally entered the meeting, only to be met with a sea of black screens save for your professor, who seemed to be clicking around his computer in a rather confused fashion. This was going to suck, you thought bitterly.

You had entered the room ten minutes earlier because, well, you always showed up to class a few minutes earlier than the scheduled meeting time. But was there any point to doing that here? Usually, the time before class was spent making small talk with said classmates, discussing the readings or the assignments, talking mindlessly about whatever came to mind. But something in your gut said it would be weird to do that now.

So you sit in silence for the next ten minutes, nervously tapping your pen against your desk as you wait for the professor to launch into whatever introductory monologue he had planned. You toy with your phone, scrolling through your twitter feed only to see a brigade of tweets from students all over the nation suffering the same fate as you. It was a trending topic.

Two minutes before the class starts, you hear the tell-tale ping of someone entering the meeting. You wave it off just like you have your other 41 classmates thus far, but then there’s the clearing of a throat, and a sweet, “good morning” filtering through your speakers. Lifting your head from the hunched over position you had assumed while glancing at your phone, you’re startled by the sudden handsome face that appears before you.

In a sea of black screens and faceless names, there’s one smiley boy that beams back at you through the dimly lit screen of your laptop, a tiny Jeon Jungkook (he/him) tacked to the corner of his window.

He’s nothing short of a dreamboat, soft and doughy cheeks that catch the hue of the screen light, highlighting his cheekbones in a faint blue color. Imploring doe eyes blinking widely at the screen as he clicks around, narrating his confusion in a low mumble (mic still on, how cute). Dark hair— was it brown? black? the pixelated screen made it hard to tell —messily pushed away from his face.

And his voice, oh his voice. It matches his gentle appearance perfectly. A soft snort. “Am I the only one here?” he says, thin lips pulled to the side in a bashful grin.

The professor laughs with him. “No, but you are the only one with your camera on,” he responds.

You’re not sure if it’s the professor’s teasing jab at literally everyone else or the need to support the cutie who smiles softly at screen, but suddenly, a handful of windows come to life. Your classmates fill up the screen, dressed in an array of styles with bedrooms (and, on the rare occasion, dorm rooms) to match. You nibble at your bottom lip, finger hovering over the button that will expose your appearance to the rest of your classmates

Eventually, the wordless peer pressure, the need to be a good student, and the supportive face of Jeon Jungkook (he/him) have you inhaling sharply before dutifully clicking the camera on. Your face appears on screen, nearly lost in the now overwhelming sea of faces. You’re one of the last ones to turn your camera on, both pages of your zoom meeting participant windows filled with the contrasting images of your classmates joining from their bedrooms. The professor claps in delight, and finally dives into the mandatory first day of classes spiel.

Syllabuses, group work, asynchronous lectures. You’ve heard these words all before, have practically memorized this class’s syllabus like the back of your hand. The pros of being an overachiever. The cons are, however, that you think every question your classmates ask is stupid. Read the syllabus, you want to scream. But it’s the first day of class. You don’t even know who your assigned study group partners (as mentioned in the syllabus) are and you certainly don’t want them to dislike you so soon. They can do that after the third meeting, but not today.

You’re not entirely surprised when your attention drifts away from the professor and the endless sea of stupid questions he’s left to answer. Even when you realize you’ve stopped paying attention, you don’t bother forcing yourself to tune back in. No, instead your focus drifts across the windows of faces.

Some of your classmates are as bored as you, glaring at the screen with disinterest, or glancing off to the side probably at their phones. So you start looking at their rooms, analyzing their decorations and posters as if you’re a professional critic on some house design show.

Jeon Jungkook (he/him) is in a rather plain dorm room. Plain light gray walls— or maybe it’s white —free of decoration. He’s sitting at the provided desk, just like you. The only reason you focus on that is because there’s a multitude of your classmates lazily sprawled across their beds, slumped over a couch. Hardly anyone is sitting at attention like you. Well, except for Jeon Jungkook (he/him). He’s practically exposing the entirety of his living accommodation with the way his camera is set up.

Above eye level, reaching just below his chest, with the room all laid out before you. A neat twin bed, sheets meticulously made. It almost looks like the decorative set at a furniture store with the way the comforter and variety of pillows are placed. He doesn’t seem to be in the crappy dorms you remember, which leaves you wondering where exactly he’s been assigned. You know certain sports clubs get fancier dormitories. Anyway, there’s a door off the side of the bed, a black guitar standing in the corner just behind it. You wonder what’s behind the camera, if maybe his desk is as organized as the rest of his room. Maybe his closet is his weakness, you muse, imagining poor Jeon Jungkook (he/him) with a tornado of a closet. But the thought doesn’t make that much sense, so you discard it quickly.

Anyway, his dorm room. It’s neat and orderly, makes you tilt your head curiously as he swivels from side to side before you. As for himself, he’s dressed in a plain white sweater, hoodie strings perfectly even. His hair has long since fallen over his forehead, but he’s pushed it over this time in a fluffy side part. He was adorably soft.

He’s paying attention to the professor like he genuinely treasures every word that comes off his tongue, nodding along understandingly. He’s even got a pencil in hand, leaning forward every few seconds to scribble something down hurriedly. Not like this is all on the syllabus or anything, you think.

But as soon as the thought crosses your mind, it’s dispelled just as fast. He’s only trying to be a good student, you scold yourself, feeling oddly mean for wanting to make fun of this sweet boy. Especially when he raises his hand a second later and asks the first good question of the day. Something about the grading scale for group projects and how much is determined by the group members themselves. You’re not too sure, the words get a little fuzzy when he starts speaking and his pink lips pull down into an endearing pout.

A couple minutes later and your professor finally wraps up the questions, telling everyone to email him if any other questions arise throughout the semester. Just as you’re sighing in relief, he utters those dreaded words: “Ice-breakers!” he exclaims, and the whole class grimaces, much to his amusement. He says something about feeling the excitement through the screen, but then changes gears. “Since it’s a little hard to talk to your neighbor, I’m going to test out the Breakout Rooms and see how that works, okay guys?”

You frown. Breakout Rooms? What on earth was that? Like most of your classmates, this is pretty much your first rodeo with the Zoom application. He was sending you all into small groups, where? The answer presents itself a few seconds later, a message box appearing on your screen.

The host is inviting you to join a Breakout Room: Group 4

Your professor is still chattering in the background when you nervously accept the invitation, his voice suddenly cut off as your computer jumps to a new loading screen. It takes a while before you’re suddenly dumped into a new room. And then you’re staring at your own face, blown up on your own screen in a rather uncomfortable way. Jeez, did you really look like this?

As soon as you get to picking at your appearance, your mirrored reflection jumps to the side, once, then twice more to fit the three new guests in your room. Silence fills your bedroom as you and your classmates all stare at each other nervously for a couple seconds, unsure of what to say. This was, after all, your first meeting.

Just as you’ve gathered all your courage to click your microphone on, the screen jumps around once more and suddenly Jeon Jungkook (he/him) is in your Breakout Room. Immediately, his surprised face melts into the most reassuring grin you’ve ever seen, and he’s practically jumping forward to turn his mic on.

“Good morning, everyone,” he says, smooth and low. It’s like the awkward tension melts away under the pressure of his pretty smile, your classmates responding back with polite hellos and good mornings to him. You barely get yours in before Jeon Jungkook (he/him) starts talking again. “So… how are you guys?”

His words, sweet and caring as they are, send the five of you into a rather mindless conversation. Talking about nothing really, just whatever comes to mind about the class, about the semester, about the remote learning. Then Jungkook— “just Jungkook is fine!” he tells the other four of you with that same too pure look on his face after someone refers to him by his whole name —starts talking about some movie he had seen on Netflix the other day, something his friend recommended to him. Truthfully, you have zero interest in the type of plot he is describing, and you can tell some of the other people in your group don’t either. But he’s absorbed in his storytelling, features lit up as he details every last plot point of the film like his life depends on it. There’s a wordless agreement to let him ramble on.

By the time Jungkook has finished his novella recapture of whatever movie he was talking about, a green message bubble appears at the top of your screen. It’s a message from your professor, who is telling you the small group meeting will end in a few more minutes.

“Aw, that sucks,” Jungkook laughs, rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly. And then, “oh! We haven’t answered our icebreaker question yet!”

Ah, yes. The reason for this small group was to get to know each other, not for Jungkook to recount an entire two hour movie for you all. “Oh, right,” you agree, probably the first words you’ve said in the past five minutes. You navigate to the chat box, where your professor had hastily dumped the question before sending you all off. “What’s one thing you miss most about being on campus?” you read aloud, glancing back at the screen.

Your group mates are all in various states of blissful comfort, the gaps of their nervousness smoothed over by Jungkook’s bubbly personality, and the hesitation they’d shown at the beginning is practically gone. Someone steps forward and says something about the campus dining hall. Jungkook laughs, loud and airy, claps his hands all cute too. Someone else says the library because it was a good place to study. There’s a lull and you jump in quickly. “I think I’ll miss the couches by the gym in the student center the most,” you confess, though you doubt anyone knows which ones you mean. They were a set of brightly colored couches tucked into a cranny behind the Starbucks just outside the campus gym, avidly avoided by the gym rats who were determined to ignore the sugary drinks and snacks.

Apparently, the hiding spot isn’t as secretive as you thought. “Oh, the ones by the Starbucks?” Jungkook exclaims, excitedly looking at his screen. You have this fluttery feeling that he’s looking at you for the first time. You nod, and he quite positively beams. “I love those!”

“Yeah, I spend a lot of time there,” you say, though it’s a little stilted because you’re not exactly sure how you’re supposed to react to Jungkook’s enthusiasm. Though his outgoing personality cloaks you in comfort, his pretty smile has your heartbeat acting a little funny.

Jungkook’s got these huge eyes, blinking owlishly at you. “Really? So do I!” And then you both seem to have the same realization. His head tilts to the side cutely, an amused smile on his face, “I’ve never seen you there.”

“I’ve never seen you there,” you shoot back, a little snarkier than necessary, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to notice. His smile turns goofy.

“Woah,” he says in a rather dreamy tone, “isn’t that so cool? We spent so much time in the same place, but never crossed paths before,” he babbles. He’s stopped looking at his computer, leaning back in a sort of dazed manner with this sparkly look to his eyes, much to everyone’s amusement. Except yours, because frankly, it sounds a little bit like he’s describing— “fate!” he says suddenly, like it’s truly an aha! moment. He pauses, taps his finger against his chin. “Or anti-fate? I’m not sure. But it’s like— we could’ve met so many times before and we didn’t.” Doe eyes return to the screen, flickering around until they presumably land on you again. “What do you think, __?”

And he’s just so cute, makes the rigid shield around your chest soften for the slightest moment as you nod meekly. “Uhh, yeah. Fate,” you agree, and then get to hear him laugh and giggle for about three seconds before you’re suddenly thrown back into the larger Zoom meeting.

Weirdly flustered, you hurriedly click your microphone back off, and nearly contemplate the camera too. But then the professor is asking you all to share what you talked about and you’re resigning yourself to a few more minutes of screen time while the class wraps up. By the looks of it, not everyone had as an enjoyable time as you did. Part of you is thankful you didn’t get stuck in an awkward small group. The other part recognizes wholeheartedly that it’s all thanks to one smiley boy at the bottom of your screen.

“And group 4?” the professor asks, and you blink yourself back into attention. Before you can unmute yourself and answer for your group, Jungkook is beating you to it.

“We talked about a lot of things,” Jungkook answers cheerfully. From your view, you get a front row seat to the sheer power of Jungkook’s magnetic personality, watching as all your listless classmates suddenly snap back from their daydreams to zero in on whatever Jungkook is saying. He fills in the professor about what you talked about, from the movies to the couches, and you feel weirdly mushy when his eyes flicker across the screen before settling with a soft smile.

He can’t possibly be looking at me, you tell yourself. Your hand jerks forward to turn the camera off, but in your haste, end up knocking down the water bottle on your desk. You scramble to straighten it, thanking the universe for the fact you actually remembered to screw on the cap. You glance back at the screen, and nearly die when you catch sight of a giggly Jungkook, smile hidden behind an adorable sweater paw as he laughs at something on screen. Oh no, was he looking at me? you panic.

“Alright, everyone,” your professor says in that “I’m about to wrap this class up” voice. Too close to the screen, voice a little too loud. “Good meeting today, I’ll see you all again on Wednesday. Stay safe.”

“Bye!” Jungkook sings sweetly, and everyone else follows as they all bid adieu to the professor. Still a little frazzled from the possibility that Jungkook may have watched you flail around like a total loser, you take a second longer to turn your mic on. Your classmates quickly leave the meeting, leaving only a few stragglers until the very end.

Surprisingly, Jungkook is here too, brown eyes focused on the screen. You unmute yourself. “Um,” you stammer, eyes unwillingly flickering over to Jungkook who smiles at the sound of your voice. “Goodbye. Thank you,” you rush out, and then quickly leave the meeting as well.

With the meeting over, you’re left staring at the home page of the Zoom app, heart beating a little too fast to be normal. Your face feels warm, and your fingers tremble from some unfamiliar, giddy feeling in your chest. You exhale slowly, hand coming up to rub at your chin as if that will somehow explain the weird excitement from your Zoom meeting. Maybe it was just adrenaline, or nervousness, you try to convince yourself. After all, the first day of classes is always nerve-wracking.

Except when you navigate to your class page and begin to mindlessly scroll through the class roster, there’s a weird stutter to your heartbeat when you catch sight of that Jeon Jungkook (he/him) that appears halfway down the list.

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july writing update

Hi friends! This writing update is me pretending I did Camp Nano and didn't kinda give up a week in! I had a proper goal and everything, but a lot of things got in the way that I'm not gonna talk about here because I already ranted about it in another update I'm drafting rn. Lets just say it's Disability Pride Month and being not neurotypical or able bodied in writing communities and their inherent focus on productivity is Hard.

But I did get some writing done and wanted to do a little Camp wrap up post regardless. And I'm doing it now because I'm cancelling the last week of July for some rest/self care and I do not want to think about writing for that time and if I write a tumblr post about July Nano being over my brain will think it's actually over <3 I will probably do updates like these for most months tho! Depends on how much I write lol! This one is not too long (by my standards) and has some Revelations, Revelations, Life Cycle of Massive Stars, Nocturne for the Holy and a new wip idea 👁️

excerpts under the cut!

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I'm also editing this in to say I only just realised that July is my writeblr birthday month and that is very weird to me! A year and a couple days ago I impulsively turned an old blog into a place to document writing for me and ended up meeting people who now mean the world to me and my writing blossoming in a way I never thought it would. And the funny part is it doesn't feel like it's been a year, ever since I joined it's just felt like life has Always been this way and I cannot fathom that it hasn't. I'm sappy bc it's 4am lol but ultimately the friends I made (you know who you are) and the community I found is what retaught me the value of writing and helped me unlearn toxic ideas and whilst the last year was tough I wish I could tell July 2020 Dallon (who did not realise he was Dallon yet </3) what July 2021 would look like.

revelations, revelations ;

Oh the absolute state of affairs with this book rn. Nothing bad but I don't know when I'm gonna update y'all because sometimes I do not know where to start when talking about this wip lol! Currently on a break with it (but also my thesis work is on late 20th century queer lit/history rn so am ever really free of RR? <3) but had a lot of fun with it at the end of June/start of July. Anyway here's Dorothy finally revealing more of herself to me after a year. Dorothy as a character is like, I truly believe she is capable of killing a man but the story she is in just does not allow that so I am trying to grow her unhinged side a little bit in other ways bc I know she has it in her but I also really cannot deal with the plot repercussions of her actually killing a man! I'm sorry Dotty but this'll have to do!

(cw for groping/a man being creepy as hell, death/funeral mention, drug mention, drowning imagery kinda)

There’s too much to tell Felix. That his sister lives on the fringe of Castro and has attended three funerals since September; that it’s January 11th and she’s already attended one this year. That his sister drives through sunsets and imagines parties: the amber dusk, warm mosaic tiles, platters of Greek salad skewers and shrimp tostadas, and sometimes Jolie joins her and they share a blunt on the hill. That his sister bought an aquamarine body-length dress for six bucks in a thrift store sale bin, so when her and Jolie broke up for the second time, she waltzed into a sunset party, locked arms with a CEO’s son and gave him a fake number and plucked strawberries out of champagne and blended so well nobody noticed when she left. That during the summer of ’83, his sister walked a neighbour’s Golden Retriever on Wednesdays, and on the sixth Wednesday he gave her a wad of tens with one hand and palmed the back of her neck with the other, so she walked his dog to the beach and stole another hundred from his wallet. That his sister bombed an interview for a Nursing school and didn’t get home until night and missed their monthly call, and Jolie heard the phone ring and didn’t take a message, so his sister snuck into the CEO’s son’s villa and floated in the centre of their heated pool like a cloud. A pause, a breath, an Opheliean threat.

life cycle of massive stars ;

Switched to LCOMS this month because I was burnt out with RR and it made such the difference! I really love working on two novels at once because it keeps me consistently creative but also both of these books are so different so its always refreshing to bounce back into one from another. I have a whole update in the drafts rn for this so keeping this part brief but still love this book, still the best thing that has ever happened to me, me and this book will have a glorious summer wedding etc etc. These excerpts are from chapters that summarise the first semester of each character's first year and have to say it. has been Very Fun to get into the mindset of Freshers Melodrama. Here's Junie having a crisis and an unhealthy relationship with her hetero flatmate :( (alcohol cw for both excerpts)

In October you are drinking double espresso and trying to breathe normally in lectures and you are trying to figure out your favourite colour because Fleur asked and you stumbled out an answer (Purple, I think. Violet? Lavender? Indigo?) and it didn’t match hers (I like yellow. I like sunlight). You buy mugs from IKEA to paint you paint cats and fireworks and constellations and moon phases and daisies. You try to scratch paint stains off your desk. You do laundry at 2am. In October you colour code your notes with pastel highlighters. You go to the library at 3am. You paint your nails sunlight and hate it. You finish an essay that’s due in December. You knock on Fleur’s door at 8am so she makes her 9am. You wear off the shoulder tops and you let a girl dab glitter on your collarbones and you are watching Fleur kiss a boy from the neighbouring hall. You bite your sunlight nails. You break the handle off your IKEA constellation mug. You leave your keys in a lecture hall and stand at the reception for forty minutes waiting for them to realise that the keys on the desk have the moon chain you mentioned - or, you are waiting to say it yourself. You are watching the rain trail down your window. In October you get a halo headband tangled in your hair you are sipping a vampire themed cocktail that tastes like acetone you rip your heels off and you go home early and do laundry at 2am and you are waiting for the courage to tell Fleur you don’t like clubbing - or, you are waiting for her to ask where you are. In October you are many things / a good student a dancer a painter an angel a big sister an alarm clock you are nocturnal and a lucid dreamer and confused about your sexuality / and it’s still October but it’s not because it’s November now and you are still Junie but not because you don’t know who Junie is. It’s November, it’s September October November December. It’s 2016 2017 2018 2019. You are fragments and you don’t know if you are a kaleidoscope or shattered glass.

And here's first year Tomas being like I Moved Countries For University And All I Got Was Homesickness And A Crush On My Flatmate And Resurging Autistic Symptoms And This Lousy T Shirt (cw: vomit mention, injection mention, parental death mention)

Kristen is seven months younger and five inches taller than you. He’s the last flatmate you met and the only one you talk to beyond kitchen greetings and passive aggressive texts about dirty dishes. He is too quiet and too loud and not the type of person you befriend. The first night, he lost Ring of Fire and downed the concoction of Echo Falls, Dark Fruits, Jack Daniels and coke, vodka and lemonade alongside a cigarette and said he’d let God figure out the rest. He held your hair back when you threw up amaretto and held onto your knee when you first self-injected testosterone. He taught you Yorkshire dialect and you pretended to understand the Yorkshire dialect. He told you he got diagnosed at four and you told him you didn’t get past the first assessment but sometimes you flick the bathroom light on and it’s fire: the orange on the orange towel is louder, the white on the white tiles are louder, the colours and light and sink and showerhead are prickly and all you can do is blink and breathe until it fizzles out. You reminded him to take his meds and asked if you were weak for wanting to drop out and hop on the first Eurostar to Rotterdam. He reminded you to take off your binder and asked if he was robotic for not grieving his mother. You spent inky nights on the kitchen floor, counting the dead flies in the lights and scooping crumbly coconut ice cream out of a maker you got for half price in TK Maxx. You spent dusk-dusted afternoons at the global street food markets, at the vegan markets. Spent student loans on raspberry lemonade in recycled cups, veggie burgers in beetroot buns, got him hooked on poffertjes and advocaat and could’ve cried when the vendor spoke to you in Dutch. Sometimes you didn’t buy anything. Just liked hovering at stalls ambered with fairy lights, writing down Etsy stores on your notes app; just liked Kristen’s impulse to trek forty minutes into the city for a market he didn’t know existed until five minutes before; just liked how he always invited only you, cancelling your other plans last minute, the feeling of being ambushed; just liked how he stopped to take photos of dogs and the sunset; just liked how he looked haloed under lampposts waiting for Ubers, golden on golden.

This is also nearing creative nonfiction because Sheffield truly is a haven for just. vegan markets and cafes lol! I experimented with veganism there and never struggled to find something and at this point I call myself a fake vegan because it's too easy to be vegan in Sheffield and too difficult to be vegan in my actual hometown. And the global street food markets!!! SO GOOD! I miss pre pandemic days

nocturne for the holy ;

Giving her a little shout out because she does exist actually! I've figured out a really good system for working on two novels at a time, so my plan is maybe to start properly on this after I finish either RR or LCOMS. Idk I got 3 novels to pick from haha oops! I did do some free drafting back in April though and found it recently and I Like It! And I edited it so it counts as Something I Did This Month :) Also have decided that I loathe this working title <3 Okay see you with an update for this novel in like a year, sorry for the absolute zero context for this excerpt hehe

The morning I was due back, I hadn’t yet decided that this would be my last visit. I wandered between rooms like an overstayed guest, like I didn’t know which crockery lived in which cabinet and which bedroom had the best view of the overlapped hills. Dad would wake for his run in an hour, plastered to his twenty-year-old routine. Mum would pretend to be asleep until breakfast. Until then, it was myself and the house, hazed by sleepy sunrise. Downstairs. The peeling paisley wallpaper in the lounge, the lilies in the middle of the kitchen table, the vases of candy floss pink peonies wilting on every windowsill, the desolate double swing-set in the garden. The mist-clogged mornings. I stood outside in my dressing-gown until my fingertips felt numb. Upstairs. The sage coloured bathroom. The bathtub I’d laze in with my clothes on and no water because it was the quietest room in the house. The dusty dance trophies on the top of my wardrobe. Wine-flushed Jeanette in my teenage bedroom. The stale grey mum painted my teenage bedroom after I moved out. Minus their room, I stalked the layout of the house three times before settling back into bed - teenage Nora’s bed. Nora who cared for peonies and pushed her brother on the swing set and flung her ceramic ballerina at the wall and jogged with her father and collected wine bottles and acorns and kisses from girls who were supposed to visit for dance practice. Before I left, I’d have cycled each room another three times. And in every room he was there, hovered in the corner like black mould.

love this update bc it's like i've got my third person, my second person, my first person! collecting all the POVs like chaos emeralds :)

eulogy for our burnings ;

-looks away-

girl help I did it AGAIN!!!! Apparently Camp Nano is just the perfect time for me to get novel ideas. I made this post specifically to talk a bit about this because I have no idea when I'll draft it but it's certainly not soon. This is not me trying to doubt my own skill but I feel like I am not in the place I'd like to be as a writer to tackle this project with the zest it needs, however I am v excited by the prospect of it! Don't know how I feel about the working title bc I'm like "that doesn't sound right but I don't know enough about this wip to dispute it" but the only purpose my working titles serve is to sound pretty lol! But here's the tea:

1991, UK.

2nd person present + past. Very flexible form. I can't decipher how yet but I'm feeling interviews, newspaper articles, receipts, grocery store lists weaved with actual narrative, that kinda vibe.

Best summary is we follow our nameless narrator, a stealth trans man, as he becomes unhealthily obsessed with a man who "hires" him to photograph the buildings he burns

Very,,, isolated? Minimal settings, minimal characters, minimal prose etc. Almost claustrophobic

There's basically only two characters and they are probably the most morally deplorable, indefensible characters I've created which just means most of you are gonna LOVE this /lh I do too I do too

Only comp title I can give is it has the vibes/tone of Boy Parts by Eliza Clark (just with none of the nsfw content lol if you've read the book you know what I'm talking about) (also that book is great for morally deplorable women protagonists but omg look up the content warnings because it caught me off guard! enjoyed it tho gave it 4 stars)

The pinterest board is the best visualisation of the Vibes also follow me on pinterest lol

And that's all I've got today! A bigger Life Cycle of Massive Stars update coming in the next few weeks. Might do a proper intro post for Eulogy For Our Burnings but idk!!! It's a surprise :) Thank you for reading this far!

[hoekageyama]

cmfrt

yaku morisuke x reader

warnings: nsfw, smut, uhhhh grey sweatpants (ik im sorry ew)

wc: ~3k

a/n: hi hi! this is my first piece, so pls go easy on me ._. this started off as something fluffy bc my desire for yaku content is thru the roof (as it should be), but ofc i got off the rails and went the soft smut route lmao oops. anyway, i hope u enjoy! 

~ also! please don’t consume this content if you are not of age, thnx <3 ~

You and Yaku had been best friends for years. Having gone to the same middle school and practically being next door neighbors. Needless to say, you spent a lot of time together; you two were pretty much attached at the hip. So when Yaku told you that he’d also be going to Nekoma for high school, you were pretty excited but not really surprised. 

Throughout high school, the two of you spent as much time together as possible, proving to be difficult at times with every ounce of Yaku’s free time being devoured by volleyball and the endless amounts of studying that was required for prepping for uni. All that aside, the two of you always found time for each other. Whether it be little lunch dates on the weekends, small study sessions in the library, or even facetime hangouts when you were both exhausted and too lazy to actually meet up face to face.

It felt like any other Friday when you and Yaku met up in the early morning to walk to school together. “Y/n, did you finish that history report yet? I’m almost done, but I need someone to review it so I don’t look like an idiot when I present on it.” Yaku ran a hand through his light brown hair and looked over to your slightly shorter form.

You turn to Yaku, noticing how his cheeks were slightly flushed due to the cold wind blowing directly in your faces. “Just about. I just need to finish my conclusion, but it shouldn’t take me too long to power through it. Also, yeah, I can take a look at it. No worries.” You turn away after answering the boy, and continue on your walk, thinking that was the end of that conversation. You can feel his gaze on you suddenly, leaving your cheeks to tint to that familiar shade of red. “Thanks. Also… are you free tonight?” he asks with slight notes of hesitation in his voice. You glance at him through the side of your eye noticing his fidgeting hands. “Yea, I’m free. What’s up?”

Without looking at you or answering, he slows his pace until he’s stopped. Standing and gazing out at the trees that lined the roads, watching as the Maple leaves are shed from their branches, showing the first true signs of winter. You stop alongside him and nudge him slightly with your elbow, “Why’d you ask so suddenly, Mori? Something up?”

He jumps slightly being pulled from his thoughts. He glances over at you, “Oh, uh, no reason really. I was just wondering if you’d wanna come over tonight to study and hangout. We can chill and watch movies like the old times. I have the house to myself and all so…” When you see his raised eyebrow and sly smirk grace his features, you feel your face heat up slightly.

You turn to him giggling, “Oooooh, Mori! I didn’t know you could be such a flirt!” He wraps an arm around your shoulders and forces you to start walking again. “If that’s what you call flirting, then the guys you talk to must be braindead.” He pulls you a little closer into his chest, laughing along with you now. You nuzzle your head into his chest, breathing in his familiar scent, “Of course I’ll come. As long as you treat me to some takeout tonight.” He nods and smiles, looking at your slightly smaller form clinging to his for warmth. “Deal. We can stop by the store on our walk home, and I’ll get you whatever ya want.” You only nod in agreement, leaving the two of you to walk the rest of the way in a comfortable silence.

As the day moved on, you found yourself getting a bit anxious for your hangout with your best friend. It’s not like you haven’t slept over at his house before. In fact, you and Yaku practically slept at each other’s houses every weekend for as long as you can remember. But what was so different now? Oh yeah, that’s right. It’s because now you were painfully aware of your burning crush on the mighty libero. 

The final bell signaling the day’s end rings as you make your way through the double doors of Nekoma. Making your way towards the gym, you see Kuroo and Kai standing by the entrance chatting. “Yo Tets! Kai! You guys seen Mori anywhere?” The two both wave in greeting as you move closer to the duo. “Yea, I think he’s getting changed right now. Should be out in a bit.” Kai states. “You two still aren’t dating yet? You guys act like you're married already.” says Kuroo, rustling your hair. “Oh shut uuuuup already.” you hear Yaku groan from inside the gym. “You’re so worried about our relationship when you can barely hold a conversation with a girl without looking like a nerd.” Yaku scoffs, punching Kuroo’s arm. 

The four of you eventually split off into your own groups, making your way home for the weekend. The walk home doesn’t take very long. It’s filled with Yaku telling you about Kuroo’s horrible chemistry pickup lines and complaining about the test you both had coming up. Midway through, you both stopped at the store, picking out ample snacks for your movie night and some dinner for later.

Upon finally trudging through the icy winds, you arrive at Yaku’s house. He unlocks the door, but steps aside to let you in first. “What a gentleman!” you say jokingly as he laughs from your reaction. You slide your shoes off at the door and make a beeline straight for Yaku’s bedroom, plastic bag filled with goodies in hand. Yaku lets out a happy sigh and soon follows suit. 

Once in Yaku’s room, you lie face down on his bed groaning. “What’s wrong now, princess?” he asks as he closes the door. Plopping down on the bed next to you with two juice pouches already in hand he nudges you gently to sit up. “I completely forgot to stop by my house to pick up clothes for tonight. All I have in my bag are gym clothes.” you sigh in exasperation as you take the pouch from his cold hands.

“Oh stop. You know you can always just use some of my clothes.” he shrugs while taking a sip of his juice. “I mean.. You’ve done it before. It’s not that big of a deal. I- if you’re ok with it, that is.” he says looking over to you, waiting for your response. You nod in response moving to lie in his lap.

If you didn’t know Yaku well enough, you wouldn’t have noticed the way he tenses slightly, ears the tiniest bit redder than they were moments ago braving the cold of the outside world. “Well then, get me something comfy because I need to get out of this skirt asap!” you say brushing down the edges of your skirt, putting them into place. “I’ll say..” he mumbles. You barely heard it, but it makes your cheeks grow a little red.

After you both finish your drink, you see him disappear into his closet only to emerge moments later with two sets of clothes in hand. He tosses a black t-shirt and a pair of red shorts to you on the bed. Both of which, landing right on top of your face. “I’ll go shower up first since I don’t take ages like some people.” he says with a smirk as he reaches the door.

You giggle hearing his mocking tone “Ok that was one time! And to be fair, it was all your fault. My hair smelled like Yakuult for days after!” He blushes slightly remembering the incident, but chooses to only shake his head laughing to himself as he continues his pursuit for the bathroom.

You lie in his bed scrolling through some app on your phone when you hear the door open. Yaku returns, toweling off his lightly dampened hair, clad in just a pair of grey sweatpants that seem to barely hand onto his waist. You feel your thighs press together tightly as he throws a hoodie on, turning to see your flustered state. “What? Am I too hot for ya?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows. “Oh shut up!” you groan, rushing passed him and right out the door. You quickly hop into the shower once in the bathroom to cool off your burning cheeks, praying that you can keep it together for the rest of the night. 

Soon enough, you’re all dry, dressed, and heading for Yaku’s room. As you close the door, you see Yaku sitting at his desk running his fingers through his hair. Yaku had been working on his history paper while you were in the shower, and it seems he isn’t making much progress. You grab your back and move to sit by him, brushing against his leg with your own on the way down. He feels a shiver rush down his spine at the sudden delicate touch. “You ok, Mor?” you ask when you see him nodding profusely in response. “Yeah just can’t get this paper done. It’s like my mind is racing, but I can’t focus.” You rub his back and lean over to view his paper in front of him. The way you’re positioned isn’t helping Yaku’s brain one bit. 

Yaku places a hand on your lower back, ogling at the way your back arches naturally reacting to his touch. He smooths out the back of your shirt, admiring the swell of your ass. He flushes a bit, feeling a dull throb and a tightness beginning to form in his sweatpants, when he notices how short you made the shorts after rolling the waistband up a few times to ensure they’d fit. 

You subconsciously rub your thighs together a little while reading through his history report. You hoped that Yaku wouldn’t notice, but unlucky for you he did. He continued rubbing your back, slightly lowering his hand little by little until you felt his rough hand caress your ass. You turned around to look at him, but were met with eyes glazed over in lust. “Hey Mor, you ok?” you ask confused. “I’m fine, baby. Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.” he says as he drops his hand into his lap in an attempt to conceal the bulge that began growing in his sweats. You shake your head giggling, moving back to your original position next to him. “Nah it’s all good, babe. Just…” you lose all train of thought you possibly had when you glance down and notice the outline of something in his sweatpants. “Hey, y/n, listen. I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean for this to happen, I promise. I- I just think you look really good in my clothes…. Sorry.” he quickly spits out. 

He began shuffling to get up from you when you reach out and clamp a hand around his wrist. “Why are you apologizing, babe? I should probably be the one apologizing. Especially when you’ve made me like this.” you say bashfully, leading his hand to the wet spot that was now visible in the red shorts you wore. He groaned upon feeling the dampness. “What’s all this, princess? Why so wet already?” he coos into your ear, continuing to rub his rough hands against your clothed core. 

After building up the courage to get this far, you threw all caution to the wind. “You, Mori. Fuck! I want you to touch me, please.” you let out a little moan as you palmed him through his sweats. You could tell just how hard he was through his pants. “Fuck, baby, I’ll do whatever you want. Just please let me fuck you.” he groans when you press a little harder onto his hardened cock.

Everything that happened next was a blur. Lips smashed together, tongues dancing, teeth clashing every now and then. You finally part lips, gasping for air as he tugs his hoodie off over his head. You follow suit, removing your shirt and shorts, leaving you standing nearly bare in between his legs as he lounged in his desk chair. 

His eyes never leave yours as he unhooks your bra, allowing it to fall to the floor with a thud. His hands smooth over your breasts, rolling and pinching a nipple in between the rough pads of his fingers. He places open mouthed kisses from your jawline down to the swell of your breasts. Leaning back to take in the view once more he groans, saying, “You’re so beautiful, baby. I can’t believe you’ve been hiding these from me all this time.” you only moan as he moves in to nip at one of your pert nipples. Your hands immediately reach for his light brown locks and begin to tug in response to the stimulation. 

His hands move to your lower body pulling off your lace underwear until they drop to the floor. You kick them aside before he grips your hips tightly. “Mo- Mori please, let me ride your cock.” you say through moans as he lightly trails a finger through your soaked folds. He removes his mouth from your chest with a lewd popping sound. He stands up to pull his sweats lower and sits back down in his seat. You take a moment to ogle at the sight before you. His cock, painfully hard, dripping precum from the swollen head. You grab his shoulders and move in to kiss him as his grip returns to your hips. 

He hoists you up onto his lap, making you straddle the length in his lap. When your wet core makes contact with the length below you, you let out a lewd moan and grind in his lap. He hisses at the contact and tightens his grip on you to stop you from moving. “Patience, princess.” he groans out as you finally stop your ministrations. He lifts you slightly, aligning himself with your hole before looking up to you for approval. You simply nod your head and lower yourself onto his cock little by little. It isn’t too above average in length, but damn did he make up for it in girth. 

You both hiss at the feeling of him being sheathed completely inside your tight cunt, neither of you moving to allow for you both to regain some composure. “Fuck baby, you’re so tight!” he groans, “Just let me know when you want to start moving.” You only nod your head, savoring the delicious stretch in your core. 

As soon as you regain your bearings, you look up to him with glazed eyes, “Mori, mo- move please.” He attaches your mouth to his and gently lifts you, gripping your ass tightly. Before long, he let you take control. The pace you set is slow at first while you kiss him tenderly, running a hand through his hair, tugging gently every so often. His cock hits a particularly sensitive spot inside you, causing you to erupt in another lewd moan of his name. You feel him twitch inside you, he speeds up the pace a bit bringing your ass down harder each time he lifts you. 

Before long you feel that familiar heat in your core building inside you. “Ah fuck, I’m c- close” you moan out as he snaps his hips up to meet yours. The sound of his balls slapping your ass is nearly enough to set you off, but when he reaches a hand down to place sloppy circles around your clit. The coil of heat building up finally snaps, and you’re thrown head first into the bliss of ecstasy.

Yaku groans feeling you tighten around his length. He continues fucking you through your high, and his pace begins to get sloppy before he pulls out frantically. Before he can ask you, you get on your knees in front of him and take him into your mouth. He hisses at the feeling of your tongue gliding over his swollen head and throws his head back in pleasure. With one hand in your hair, he pulls you lower onto his cock as he bursts ribbons of heat down the back of your throat. 

After removing himself from your mouth and tucking himself back into his sweats, he pulls you back into his lap. He places a gentle kiss on your lips, holding you tightly in his arms. “Mori, I’m cooooooold.” you whine into his shoulder. “Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed, huh?”

He moves you onto his bed and quickly disappears to the bathroom. You see him return with a damp washcloth and a cup of water in hand. You let him clean you off as you look around the room for your clothes. “I’ll get you some new clothes ok? Just relax and drink your water while I put these washing.” he says, motioning to the pile of clothes on the floor. He hands you some garments and you quickly get dressed as he moves about the house.

He later returns, only to see you waiting for him with the takeout you had gotten earlier. He plops down beside on the bed for the second time tonight and pulls you into a hasty kiss. “You’re mine, right? I love you so much. I’ve dreamt of this for years. Please stay with me.” he says as he looks deep into your e/c eyes, while cupping your cheeks with his hands. “How can I say no?” you giggle, smashing your lips into his once more before chowing down on your takeout meals. The rest of the night is spent with the two of you cuddled up watching terrible rom-coms. The history report, long forgotten. That can wait for tomorrow.

- again, i’m so sorry at how trashy this is written lmaodfadfj 

- if u did read it tho, tysm! ily & maybe send me some suggestions on what to write next. i’m down for whatever rlly. i’m trying to write more often so this is kinda just a warm up for now.

[cutiepisenpai]

Part 3 of 3   Part 1   Part 2

Kenma X F!Reader 

Warnings: Fluff, Implied Sex

A year after you got married a lot had changed, you showed up more in his streams sometimes gaming alongside him. You also launched a joint channel for lifestyle types vlogs that wouldn’t affect your other content. You had woken up alone which was strange, what was even stranger was that it was late in the evening and you don’t remember falling asleep. Grabbing a throw blanket and pulling it over your shoulders you go looking for Kenma. You find him in the middle of a stream but you don’t worry about interrupting anymore. You simply walk in and climb into his lap while he continues playing.

“What’s up kitten?” He asks and you don’t answer verbally just nuzzling your face into his neck. He turns giving you a kiss on the forehead before his attention is back on the game. Eventually you fall back asleep in his lap to the sound of his mouse and keyboard clicking. The next morning you wake up back in the bed  with Kenma by your side. You figure he brought you in when the stream ended last night. You don’t have the energy to get up but you spent the entire day yesterday in bed. You get lost in thought debating on getting out of the bed for so long that Kenma wakes up seeing you laying there lost in thought. 

“What are you doing?” He asks. 

“Hmm, sorry lost in thought?’

“Are you okay? You’ve been sleeping a lot lately.” 

“I’m fine really.” 

He doesn’t say anything else but you know he isn’t convinced. 

“Do you want breakfast?” He asks, you know that he notices the smallest things.

“I haven’t had much of an appetite.”

“You should still try to eat something.”

“Pie.”

“We can’t have pie for breakfast.” he says.

“Why not?”

“Because for years you said I can’t have pie for breakfast.”

“If I say I changed my mind can we get pie for breakfast.”

And that is how you end up heading to the nearest grocery store and coming back home with apple pie. You preheat the oven and stick the pie in waiting. You sit on the counter top with Kenma standing between your legs playing a game on his phone. You lean over hooking your chin over his shoulder watching him play. You let out a loud yawn. 

“Still tired?” Kenma asks.

“Kind of, I don’t know really. I’m not tired but I just want to sleep.”

“Have you been sleeping?” He asks closing out his game and opening his internet browser. 

“No, what are you doing?”

“Looking up your symptoms.” 

“So the internet can say I’m dying. No thanks. I’m fine it’s probably just because I finished the project I had been working on.”

“If you say so.”

The pie comes out and cools, you spend the afternoon laying back on Kenma he doesn’t mind it he actually enjoys it but it doesn’t ease his concern. 

“I have to go start my stream kitten.” He says while tapping your hip signaling for you to get up. 

“Okay I guess I will leave you my lovely cuddly buddy. I need to shower anyway.”

“Are you going to come watch the stream after?”

“Yes.”

When you get to the shower you realize you are out of body wash but you have an extra in the cabinet. You open the cabinet looking around for the bottle when the brand new unopened box of tampons catches your eye. You start doing mental math and something isn’t adding up. You go grab your phone opening your period tracking app. The app shows that you are thirty five days late, you sit down staring at the dates and it was of course right. You panic not quite sure what to do, having a baby wasn’t something you had planned for yet. You had talked about it but had decided to wait for now. You change quickly, peaking your head in and getting Kenma’s attention. 

“Hey I need to run to the store, I’ll be right back.”

Kenma immediately senses your unease and is up out of his chair coming towards you leaving his stream unattended. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing really, Kenma your stream.” He doesn’t even turn to check on his game his focus on you. 

“Why are you rushing off to the store all of a sudden?”

“It might be nothing but I just need to check. But I’m fine really so just go back to the stream okay.”

“I’m going with you.” He says walking over and abruptly ending his stream with no goodbye or explanation. 

“Kenma.”

“It’ll be fine, I'll explain it to them later.” He says putting on his shoes. 

“Now why are we going to the store?” 

“I might be pregnant.” You say in a low voice. Those simple words stop Kenma in the middle of putting on his shoe, turning to look at you as you put on your shoes.

“Really?” He asks, he doesn’t sound upset, just surprised and you just nod your head. 

The trip to the store and back is quiet, not the normal comforting quiet. This quiet was unbearable and suffocating. 

“This is awkward.” You say looking at Kenma standing in the doorway. 

“What is?”

“I can’t pee with you watching.” 

“I can turn around but I’m not leaving.” He is so adamant that it actually makes you laugh and you are able to pee. It is a long five minutes waiting for the results. You sit on the bed with Kenma, he has you wrapped closely in his arms, “Are you worried?” He asks.

“Are you?”

“No.”

“Really?”

“You seem surprised. It is the obvious next step.” 

“Well I know that. We’ve talked about kids but only hypothetically. It is not like we planned this.”

He takes your hand in his bringing it up to his lips and kissing the back of your head. “Plan or no plan, we’ll be fine.”

You hear the timer go off and Kenma goes to check it. “What does it say?” You ask.

“We are going to need to come up with a plan?” He says turning it to show you the positive sign. 

Who knew a small positive sign could change so much. Everything and nothing changed, Kenma had taken to watching you like a hawk. He took time away from gaming outside of his streams even though you told him it was unnecessary. Your friends were all expectedly excited claiming they were going to be the best uncles. You had yet to address it with your fan bases not sure if you want them to have that much information just yet. Your followers did notice that Kenma had shown up more in your recent videos. The first time you get morning sickness Kenma sits on the floor in the bathroom with you rubbing circles across your back. He eventually learns to bring you ginger ale and saltines. He likes to keep close to him whether it is sitting in his lap while he streams or just on the couch in the room with him. His viewers notice the change, how much more often you show up in his videos even if it is just in the background. You eventually make an announcement when you inform your followers that you would not be attending any conventions or expos in the upcoming year. Kenma attends all of your doctors appointments with you listening intensely to everything the doctor is saying. The weeks pass and start to show he can’t keep his hands off of you in every sense of the word. You would between his legs and play video games laying your head back on his chest. You wouldn’t call him much of a cuddler beforehand, he didn’t mind cuddling but he rarely initiated it. And now he was close to you every chance he would get.

 “I love you I really do but let go.” You say to Kenma as you try to climb out of the bed. “

“Just stay in the bed.”

“I have editing to do.”

“You don’t have to edit. You work too much.”

“Oh really and my videos will somehow edit themselves.”

“Hire an editor.”

You scrunch your nose at the thought, “No, I want them done a specific way, my way. And you have a meeting to get to.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Well you have a business you are in charge of so tough noogies.”

With each passing month you and Kenma adjust to the ever coming changes. Soon enough your due date comes but the baby does not. You have grown impatient, sore and tired from your precious bundle that just refused to make an appearance.

“This is your fault you know.” You say glaring at Kenma. 

Kenma had grown use to your small jabs in the final weeks, he knew you didn't mean anything by it and right now he wanted nothing more than for your baby to be born. 

“What do you mean by that?” He asks .

“They take after you, stubborn little bugger.” You say rubbing your belly.

“The doctor gave us a few things to try to induce labor.” 

This comment earns him another glare. Nearly a week and a half later while you are watching Kenma stream, he had been doing them more often because he had planned to break for a few weeks after the baby was born. You sit shifting constantly unable to find a comfortable spot. You get up feeling the urge to pee yet again and when you stand up you feel a slow seeping liquid.

“Uh, Puddin’?” You say to Kenma. 

“Yes.”

“I think my water just broke.”

You had never seen him in such a panic. 

“What?!” he exclaims, ripping off his headphones and tossing them onto the desk. Before rushing out of the room. You watched on confused by what just happened, you walked over to his desk putting the headphones on your head. 

“Sorry about that everyone but we have to go. Have a good night?” You say before needing the stream and going to look for Kenma. You find him by the front door checking the bags that have been packed there for weeks. 

“Okay okay you need shoes.” He says, pulling out your shoes.

By the time you arrive at the hospital Kenma has calmed all the way down returning to his usual reserved self. You may have thought the wait was over but it wasn’t several hours of intense labor later at 2:38 am your baby is born. A little boy that looks just like Kenma. You watch as the nurse hands him the baby, he hesitates slightly before taking him into his arms, You can’t help but smile watching the scene before you. In the early hours of the morning warm light fills the room and Kenma watches you and the baby sleep just in awe.

[housamo-side-blog-2]

Red Eyes part 2

Okay, im starting to love this Au, 

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it is nightime in the dormitory of Shinjuku.. 

The bright crescent moon shines its luminescent  like shine on the entirety of Tokyo, A small bench is layed in the center of the dormitory, Where a young chubby student is sitting,staring at they’re intertwined fingers as they sang a harmonious melody, They sing as if they’re releasing something deep, something of a sharp feeling, that they began to tear up as they sang to what appears to be a high note of the song, Swaying from left to right, in full throttle,not knowing they’re familiar voice is going to be heard by the other sleeping students.

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And they woke someone up...

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{Door opens} 

.A Orange haired student, waiks towards the hallway to investigate, who is singing such an harmonious tone, There they spot they’re  two closest classmates as they watch from above, as the singing fluffy haired sang to their heart’s content.. They listen to their tone, their voice and the way they sing, they are now completely immersed into listening them sing now, as the redhead starts to suggest something. 

Ryota: Shiro, should we,?

Shiro: Just a few more minutes.. 

Kengo: Im recording them, 

Moritaka: Comrades?,

Everyone: Shhh...

Moritaka: Oh, apologies, Looks like we’re all awoken due to Harumo’s singing.

Ryota: Yeah, but, i didn’t even know they sing so good..

Kengo: im gonna show this to Harumo,at the guild. 

Shiro: Save me a copy. 

Kengo: What?

They continue to listen to their  musical and tuneful voice, not knowing that a tall figure is slowly approaching the quiet four, 

Mr Mononobe: Why are you all out of your rooms? 

Everyone: Ahhh!..

Harumo: Huh?..

Shiro: Mr Mononobe?, I..i..

Mr Mononobe: No need Shiro, first time hearing Harumo sing is like one of a million chances, 

Harumo: Were you guys there this entire time?!..

Ryota: We’re sorry Harumo, it was just really good, 

Kengo: And i got all on video!.

Harumo: You recorded me?!

Kengo: What?!, Its good content! 

Shiro: Im really sorry Harumo, i didn’t mean to, i just..

Moritaka: Most humblest apologies friend, i was so drawn to your singing that i lost focus. 

Harumo: ahhh...this is so embarassing! 

Ryota: But, you sound really great when you were singing!    

Harumo:Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...

Mr Mononobe: Alright everyone go back to your rooms, You know you have a test tomorrow. 

Ryota: A T-TEST?!...

Shiro: Yes Ryota, why’d you think we held those study sessions. 

Ryota: Oh,,y-yeah, i know that!,hehehe! 

Moritaka: Lets do our absolute best tomorrow, Ryota, 

Ryota: {In not going to be able to sleep tonight}

Kengo: Hey partner!, Good singing back there! 

Harumo: Ahhhhhh....

Moritaka: There’s nothing to be ashamed off Harumo, you sang beautifly, I never heard such a meliodic tune before! 

Ryota: When did you learn how to sing like that?..

Harumo: Uhhh..From Gabriel? 

Shiro: That explains the trips then..

Without further discussion, the stunned students, all went back to their dorms and went to sleep...

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{Harumo’s dorm} 

Lights off, only the torquoise ray of the moon luminates a small portion of your room, You appear to be having a nightmare you brows go lower, your eyes squinting at something that isn’t needed to be focused on.

{Harumo”s Dream}

Harumo: W-Where am i?!...Why is it hot in here?!, This is a dream!

Unknown creature: {Breathes fire}

Harumo: Ahh!,,what the?!,,,what the heck is that! 

An Unknowing creature that almost the same height as Shinjuku Academy, stands before you, With its wine like scales, its tin like claws buried in the ground of dream state, Spine chilling as it looks directly into your eyes with its scarlet glare, almost as if its peering straight to your soul.      

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Unknown creature1: ......Harumo.....

Harumo: It knows my name?!, Who are you?!...and what are you doing in my dream!?

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Unknown creature: ..I AM A DRAGON...

Harumo:A dragon?,,Then, why are you attacking me!?

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No response from your interrogation, the dragon like creature stands there, with its intimidating stature as well as its aura like glow, looming around it, But thats not all, 

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Harumo: Another one?,,,what the?!,,,

Out the blue, you are surronded by 5 dragon like creatures, each with their own distinctive features, the creature to your left is a turqiouse like its from the ocean, to your right, you see a moss green with what appears to be two vine like tentacles etched at the top of their head,  

To your south-east stands  A lavender colored with its shiny scales, To your south-west stands, An earthly colored dragon, as you can tell from its boulder like skin, 

Harumo: Wha?!,,,who are you all?, why is there,,,, 5 dragons around me? 

Confuse as you are shift your gase to each and every dragon that intimidates you,As they all radiate a glow that matches their features, you can’t tell what they are, as they stare down on you,confuse and worried,for you can’t summon your sword to defend yourself, .

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{ROAR!}      

 Harumo: Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!

Harumo: {Gasp} 

{Alarm clock ringing} 

You’ve awoken from your nightmarish like dream, for as look at your window, Rays of sunlight pierced your awoken eyes, you check the time, to see its early in the morning, which is unordinary, 

Harumo: What was that?....Those...dragons..

{Salomon appears} 

Lil Salomon: Good Morning Master!, Whaaaa!

Harumo: Whoah!, is something wrong?

Lil Salomon: Master, your..eyes..

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Harumo: {Gasp in surprise} 

You stared at the mirror for a while to process, a sudden change..

Harumo: What happened to my eyes?..    

Sunflower colored eyes, shines dimly in your eyelids as it started to glow more like a rising sun, you panic and stumble to your wooden floor in distress,

Lil Salomon: Master.!

Harumo: Hah...hah...what happened Lil Salomon?, 

Lil Salomon: Harumo, calm down for a sec, breath slowly, 

Following your faithful buttler’s suggestion you slowly inhale and exhaled your anxiety and distress away, and it worked, 

Harumo: {Inhale.....Exhale} 

Lil Salomon: Thats it Master, slowly...

Harumo: .....Okay..im calm..

Lil Salomon: Master look!, your eyes!,,,they’ve changed back!

From Yellow to change back to your usual grey colored eyes, you breath in relief for as you thought something changed in you,for what could be the reason of the sudden change in the color of your eyes?. 

The question looms on your mind, but you seem to forgot something much more important, 

Harumo: Crap!, the test is this time!, 

Lil Salomon: But master!, what about your-

Harumo: We’’ll taik about that later!, I have a test to go to! 

Rushing back and forth your room, to get yourself ready to attend another hopefully ordinary day in Shinjuku Academy,

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[Shinjuku Academy} 

Harumo: Hah,,,hah,,,,hah,,i made it! 

Ryota: Guys, its Harumo!, Hi Harumo! 

Harumo: Hey guys!, looks like i made it in time! 

Shiro: Its good that you’re not late this time. 

Kengo:....   

Harumo: Did all of you study?

Shiro: Hahah, no need to ask me that question.

Ryota: A little bit.

Shiro: What?, but we held a study session in the guild yesterday!

Ryota: Hehehe, it kinda slipped my mind?

Moritaka: I studied everything the exam has in store for me, so im fully confident in my knowledge.

Toji:*Nods*

Kengo: i suddenly have a bad feelin today.

Shiro: Oh?.

Kengo: Hey Harumo!, Did something happened to you? 

Harumo: Huh?

Shiro: Whats wrong Kengo? 

Kengo: Or is it just my imagination? 

Harumo:{Does Kengo know about my eyes?}

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Mr Mononobe: All right!, Students go back to your seats and prepare a pencil,pen,and eraser, 

Shiro: Everyone Stand!, Bow! 

Everyone Good Morning Mr Mononobe! 

Mr Mononobe: Okay, sit down, this is your second semester examination, And i trust you all not to cheat!, understand?!

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Mr Mononobe: All right, you can begin!.

.Ryota: Goodluck on the test Everyone!

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.????: HEY WHOEVER HARUMO IS, COME OUT! 

Everyone hearing the angry request, they look towards the window to look upon a large muscular figure along with 5 canine therians behind them as if they’re bodyguards. 

Harumo: Who are they? 

Mr Mononobe: Now class, stay put!, im going to check what it is. 

???:HEY HARUMO YOU BETTER COME OUT! OR MY BOYS WILL YOU! 

Harumo: Who are you?! 

???: Oh..so you’re Harumo!.. Come down here!, i want to have a nice clean chat with you! 

Kengo: This asshole needs a total beating if he knows whats coming for him! 

Moritaka: How dare they act so impudently infront of our school! 

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Mr Mononobe, acting as the guardian of the student requested, confronts the unknown figure with his bodyguards, 

Mr Mononobe: Now ,now, may i ask who are you?, what businness do you have with one of my students? 

???: Hey old man!, How about you bring me your student Harumo here, They have a lot of nerve messing with my boys yesterday, and i can’t sit still about the way they were treated. 

Mr Mononobe: .....Im not going give Harumo...

???: Well then....

Mr Mononobe:Oof! 

Everyone; Mr Mononobe! 

Harumo: DAD!.....GRRRRRRR!! 

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Shiro: Harumo?....

Squeesing the window frame, you failed to notice a sudden change in your eyes, 

Ryota: Harumo your eyes are turning red! 

Harumo: HOW DARE YOU!!

???: Now!,Come out! 

{Opens the app} 

Harumo: Grrraaa!!!

Shiro: Harumo let us help! 

Ryota: You don’t have to do this alone! 

Blinded by your own fury, you redered the ties of gavity and flew towards the group who hurted your father like guardian, 

Harumo::HOW.DARE.YOU HURT MY FATHER!!!!!

Mr Mononobe: Harumo?...

???: Lets teach this punk a lesson! Get him boys! 

Harumo: OUT OF MY WAY! 

Armed with claws, the canine therians, gracefully cut, bruised you piece by piece as your uniform gets ripped bit by bit, revealing your chubby body piece by piece, but they don’t realised, ...

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It was a huge mistake..

Canine therian1: What the hell is that skin made of!? 

Canine therian 2:It feels as if we’re hitting rocks !

From the onlookers, especially the summoners, they stare in confusion as they haven’t seen this side of their loving guildmaster, While the other students stare blankly aas they are both amased or shock to see the transfer student fight against 6 against 1. 

Now back to the fight, 

???: What are you all doing!?, go one and kill that bastard! 

Canine Therian 1 :But boss!, something is weird about this kid,We can’t cut them! 

Canine therian3:They have two swords!, and...what are they doing? 

Shiro: *Gasp* No! don’t’ Harumo! don’t use the Double Dragon on them!            Kengo: Harumo!,Harumo don’t use it, they’re worth it! 

Banging on the green dome enclosing everyone inside, the muscular students pleas go to occupied ears, as they are full of rage, as seen by the wine red color change of their eyes.

Harumo: Salomon!, 

Lil Salomon: Master!,this tecnique is not worth using on them!,Reconsider your decision! 

Harumo: They hurt my dad..so punishment is needed! 

Lil Salomon: I know, ive seen it, but look!, Father is okay now! you don’t have to use the Double Dragon technique on them, it will kill them for sure! 

Harumo: No one can die inside the battle area. I’ll make them remember this pain!

Boss: Pst, what, is that a secret move your doing?, Then go one,give me your best shot! 

Kengo: You moron!, you have no idea what that move is!, it could literally destroy a meteor! You’re only digging your own graves!   

Mr Mononobe: HARUMO!! 

Harumo: *Gasp in surprise* 

Waiking from behind, Mr Mononobe approaches you calmly as you are about to unleash the one technique that could destroy even the mightiest of foes.

Mr Mononobe: ....Don’t become a monster....

Harumo:.....

Bated breath and a silent stare, for you forget that you are in a midst of a battle, taking advantage of the confrontation, 

Harumo: Oof!

Mr Mononobe: Harumo! 

Kengo: Hey thats cheating! 

Boss: Ooh, did i disturb something!,

Harumo: *sigh* 

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“Dragonborn”

 Harumo: This voice...! 

 Mr Mononobe: Harumo!..Ahhh!!

Boss: Don’t butt in old man.. 

Harumo: Mr Mononobe?.

Boss: Hahaha,,this,, all i have to do?...This is pathetic

Harumo: Crap!

Sacred artifact Hammer in the hands of the figure looking down on you, Prepares to drop their hammer the same width of their muscular figure, on you, as if their about to execute someone’s head off, and 

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Mr Mononobe: ..Hey punk..

Boss:....

Harumo and Kengo: Mr Mononobe? 

Boss: You’re next so--

Like the sound of a wet towel amplified about 5 times,the painful sound can be heard from the second floor where the other students gase upon from,  your finisher, launched towards the side, due the massive power coming from the loving Mr Mononobe’s punches.. 

Harumo and Kengo: Ah....ah.....       

Boss’s henchmen: B-Boss?....Holy crap he’s knocked down cold! 

The onlooking students can only leave their mouths open for flies to come in and out, as they have witness a teacher, turned into a heavyweight boxer, The Summoners stood in disbelief as they have witness a teacher’s capability in protecting their precious students...

Mr:Harumo..Are you okay? 

Harumo: I think he’s not okay..

Lil Salomon: I didn’t even know Father can throw a punch like that!..

Mr Mononobe: Us teachers should know how to fight,if we want to protect our precious students.

Kengo: Holy smokes!.....Harumo you okay? 

 Harumo: Y-yeah, im okay, though im healed now, so don’t worry. 

 Boss’s Henchmen: Hurry lets get the boss outta here! 

Mr Mononobe: I let this slide for once, But if you all dare to come after to one of my students...Then expect it to be 10x more harder.

Boss’s henchmen: Nnngg,,,,We will never bother you all again sir!

With their boss in tow, they scidaddled out of sight,, 

Kengo: Don’t ever comeback here assholes!

Mr Mononobe: I’ll forgive your word for now Takabushi,,For now, lets head back to class now, You still have that exam. 

Harumo: R-Right...

Mr Mononobe: You..refer me as...your dad?  

Harumo: Crap!,,you heard that! 

Mr Mononobe: Hahaha!, how about it..son..

Harumo:*gasp*.....Yes Dad!

[windhamsrotunda]

Edge x Fem! Reader - Heart Strings Attached {FINAL PART}

Category – Fluff | Smut

Warnings – Language, Phone Sex?

Requested By – No One

Past Summary | Plot: Edge and Reader! happens to bring up a random conversation starter about what you were dreaming about last night. | Edge is home alone, and he decides to video call you while you're at your best friend's house. Soon, it gets into a "risky" private video call.

Tagging: @ringer04 @abadamn @marlananicole @mackenzie2597 @lghockey @kingswitchblade @flesheatinglette @snarkandsarcasmftw @ava-valerie @hungmanhorsecarriage etc.

Word Count – 2.6k+

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You were at your best friend of ten year's house, you and your best friend are close. The two of you can talk about anything without any confusion or hesitation.

"Y/N, I heard you told me you've got engaged to this guy named Edge." She speaks, looking at you in awe. "How is he treating you?" 

"He is treating me like any gentleman would treat a lady, thank you for asking." You respond, feeling the confidence in your voice.

"That's good to know, at least he treats you fairly. Congratulations on getting engaged. Isn't his last name Copeland?" Your best friend asked out of curiosity, knowing you were getting treated nicely. Despite that one day Edge snapped at the grocery store and the endless hours of sex he had with you. Other than that? He's a decent human being to be around with.

You set your coffee cup down on the table, answering: "Thank you for your support, and yes his last name is Copeland. He usually goes by the name Edge.. You know?" What a weird combination of the name Edge Copeland.

Your phone was on silent, but Edge's notifications were on "alert". Trying to think of something else other than your fiancé Edge half the time you were there at your best friend's house, you and her bake cookies. As you were making homemade Oreo Cookies, you felt your phone buzz against your pocket. It's probably your fiancé texting you. Slightly ignoring your back pocket of your pants being buzzed against, you feel another buzz less than 2 minutes later. With a spoon gripped in one hand, you excuse yourself for only a second.

Glancing down at your phone, the text from Edge read: "Video call sometime tonight?" Chuckling to yourself, you type back: "Anything for you, can I call you in about 2 hours?" Not even a minute later, he answered: "Yes." Closing out the text message app from your phone, you turn your phone off. Walking back in the kitchen, your best friend asks you:

"Is everything doing okay?" You smile slightly, trying to wrap your head around the fact your fiancé wants to video call you while he's home alone. 

"Maybe."

Is he missing you this much? You ask yourself. Focusing on the batch of Oreo Cookies you and her were making, you sprinkle oreo cookie crumbles effortlessly on the raw batch laying right down in front of you in a bowl; Couldn't help but wonder: What did Edge want to video call about? You didn't overthink it too much to the point where you couldn't "focus on what the actual task was in hand", Placing the cookie sheet down right in front of you, your best friend guides you on how to properly bake homemade oreo cookies. You didn't mind the feeling of getting your hands covered in raw dough, rolling the raw dough in motion circles with your palms to make it even and flat. 

"Now, you set the oven to 350° and wait until it preheats," Your best friend tells you. Pointing at the directions on the blue box where it explained the next couple of steps, you clumsily forget a step. 

"Oh no…" You blurt out loud.

"Did you forget to do a step?" She asks, "not wanting the first attempt at oreo cookies to be a wreck and possibly starting over."

"I kinda did," You say embarrassed, covering your face with your hands. "I'm sorry---"

She laughs, then shrugs. "It's fine Y/N. Not a big deal, never too late to try again, right?"

"Yeah."

The next 2 hours were spent on prepping about 20-30 oreo cookies and the both of you having a conversation, multitasking. Shit. You forgot! You were supposed to call Edge during this hour!  "Hey (insert best friend's name here)? If you don't mind, I have to take a 20-30 minute break."

"After all, I'm with you on that Y/N. We sure did work our asses off." She agrees, quickly peaking in the crack of the half-opened oven, realizing the cookies were completed. "You go do your business, I'll be with you in a short bit." Nodding, you leave the room to go in another room to call your fiancé Edge.

*Calling Edge* the screen read across, a few seconds later, he was on the video call with you. "Hi baby girl," he says over video call, softly smiling. You plug your earbuds in to hear him over the heater running at your ears: 

"Hi honey. How are you?"

"I am doing wonderful. Not much to do by myself even though you're not here to pass the time with me," He spoke, crinkling his nose and looking behind him.

"Honey, what are you looking at?" You inquire, making a puzzled face over the video call. 

"Ah nothing. Just figuring out a few things like… y'know, how I'm going to plan out our wedding."

You were awe-struck, aww'ing over video, you reply ecstaticly: "I love you so damn much, you know that, right?"

"You remind me everyday," Edge laughs, his smile wide. "It's never too early to plan out our lovely wedding." He said, moving a hair from his face and tucking it behind his ear.

You were so goddamn lucky to have him as your soon to be husband, even though his dominance side shows more of his sub / sweet side, that doesn't mean he can't be sweet on the inside and a dominant on the outside. "I told my best friend that I was going to take a 30 minute break," you announced to him.

"Ooh okay, what are you guys doing?"

"We just made homemade oreo cookies from scratch. Took us only 2 attempts." You say proudly, as your fiancé Edge made a hum noise. He then looked at you over the video, admiring your sleeveless shirt you were wearing. he asked you bluntly:

"Had you ever had phone sex?" Phone Sex? Your eyes went wide, you stutter:

"Uh- no?" Not wanting to be heard from your best friend, you turn the volume a little down on your headphones. 

"Is the door closed?" Edge asks. 

"Yes." You look behind you, making sure the door was actually closed. He smirked. 

Positioning the camera, he slouched back in his chair. "Look at you, looking all hot tonight," he growled, hearing the noise over the phone of him unzipping his jeans.

You were lost in the moment, you reply: "Oh yeah? Then show me how hot and bothered you actually are." Trying to keep your voice down, enough so that your fiancé could hear you - he breathed heavy.

"Take your shirt off," he demanded. You nod, taking your time to remove an article of clothing at a time. Exposing your breasts, you arch your head back. "Yeah, tell me how bad you want me when you get home…"

You moan in response, teasingly playing with yourself. "Edge…." You shallowly breathed quietly, shaking your leggings off to reveal your garden. 

"Mmm… I can see how wet you are for me from here. You've been such a good girl.." The sound of him softly moaning, you could tell he was enjoying himself. The sight of your treasured garden made him excited. He continued: "And that… that pretty sight of your head arching back makes me want to slide my hand up your throat. Goddamn it, Y/N." He cussed underneath his breath, eyes crazed and actually wanting to PHYSICALLY touch you. You smirk,

 "Don't get too excited, honey. This all can wait." You pull your shirt back up. "But for now, I have to get back to what I was doing." Edge's eyebrows furrowed, he wanted to get off on the sight of you. And you only. He chuckles darkly, facial expression changing in a blink of an eye, hearing him zip up his pants. He says:

"You don't know what's coming next for you, Y/N." Then hung up. You were like: "Yeah whatever Edge." As you put your phone on mute, you unplug your headphones and pull them out of your ears. 

"Knock, Knock." Your best friend abrupted through the door, knocking. 

"Yes?"

She enters the separate room you were in, hiding. "You good?" She asked, eyes filled with worry since you were gone for that long. Despite the short phone sex you had with Edge.

"Yeah, I'm cool." You say, inserting your phone in your back pocket. Walking out of the room, you mention to your best friend: "I'm going to go outside."

"But you just had more than a 30 minute break!" She exclaimed, not amused on what you were pulling. You shake your head, opening the front door to reveal the summer breeze coming through the house. As you shut the door, you sat on the front porch of your best friend's house. Watching the neighbor kids next door play outside of her house, you tap your fingers lightly on your lap. Hearing the sound of birds chirping lightly at 4pm in the afternoon, mixed with kids in erupting laughter. You needed some more time to yourself, after all - you weren't ignoring or hiding from your friend on purpose.

All of a sudden, a silver Cadillac car pulls up in the driveway with darkened windows. The music blasting inside the car, you tried to ignore the terrible music blasting inside the car. So, you got up to your feet and exited the driveway to the house. Slightly running on your two feet, you go the other direction the car was at. It felt like the car was stalking you when it officially caught up to you. "Okay, now what?" You asked, panicking. You set yourself on your surroundings, looking all around for a hiding spot ------- 

"Hey!" A male voice uttered from his silver Cadillac car with windows rolled down. It was your fiancè.

"Why are you here!?" You shout across the driveway, standing across from it. He gets out of the car, turning the ignition off. He walks over to you in all black. Black shirt, black skinny jeans and black Nike shoes. He stands by you, a hand placed on your shoulder. "I wanted to see you," he admits. Oh, wanting to see you? You thought. shaking your head, you couldn't believe how Edge was so clingy. He drove all this time to come and see you.

The sun shines, the sun escaping from the clouds, you couldn't wrap your mind around the fact Edge was this clingy and wanting to see you everyday. Turning your thoughts into your own words, you reply:

"Why?" 

"I have no further explanation. Now, please get in the car." He persuades, gesturing for you to get in the car with him and drive off. 

"I'm sorry. I don't think I can do that." You scoff, folding your arms across your chest. Not wanting to leave your best friend without telling her, Edge groans. Rolling his eyes, he was getting pissed. "You can't tell me what to do, Edge." You state, ballsy of yourself to say it to the man who shows his dominant side towards you. He runs his fingers through his hair roughly.

"I said get in the car. Don't make me tell you again." He warns, making a rough gesture towards the car door again. You huff, you get in the car with your now pissed off fiancé and speed off. While in the car, you turn your attention to switching his music on the aux. "The fuck?" He growls, shoo'ing your hand away from the aux in the car.

"I don't like your music," you say to him. He presses the brakes on the car fast making you almost fly out of your seatbelt. He stops the car in the middle of a random street. Sighing deeply, he stayed content. 

"Look… I hate yelling at you, but you could've asked nicely to change the music. I would not have a problem with it." Your eyes bore into Edge's; 

"How are we going to make this work?"

"Perhaps by not arguing every 5 minutes?" He suggested, his arm resting on the dashboard of the car. "I love you, and I apologize for being so cruel towards you. You didn't deserve any bit of it." He apologizes, leaning in and kissing your cheek. You face him, face flushed red like a dark red strawberry. "What?" He smiles gently, stroking your cheek with his delicate fingertips going across your cheek.

"You," You mutter, leaning in and kissing him. He wraps his arms around you and leans in to seal the kiss. The two of you kissed, his hand resting on your waist: You couldn't stay mad at Edge forever. He's not like any ordinary guy, he's your other half. Your lips smashed against his to develop a deepened kiss. As he deeply kissed you, he pulled out his man bun to reveal his flowing, sandy blonde hair. In between kisses, he mutters each word: "I. Love. You." Stroking your sides, he breaks the kiss to catch his breath.

"Why are you so drop dead beautiful?" Edge asks you, eyes soft, breathing hard. Hand calloused against your cheek, you swoon in answer. 

"I wish I knew…" You replied, slowly blinking at him. The both of you end up in each other's arms, falling asleep in the car in the middle of the street parked next to an abandoned house. You wake up before he does, you pull your phone out that was buried in your pocket and check the time: "6pm." You were asleep for about two hours! Shaking your fiancé gently, you switch sides to take over on the driving.

He groggily groaned, stretching - "I fell asleep?" 

"We've both fallen asleep. How about we go home?" You suggest, since it was getting late.

He nods drowsily, eyes not yet all the way opened. You start the ignition to Edge's Cadillac, then you pull out and drive back to your place. Eyes fixed on the road, Edge grabs your thigh without warning, causing you to shriek. "Edge!" You jump, tapping your foot on the brakes hard. He giggles, 

 "Sorry." That almost gave you a heart attack! And added mentally in your thoughts: Fucker. Once you pull into the driveway of your home, he jumps out of the car like a rabbit. "What has gotten into you?" You ask concerned like he drank a 5 hour energy or was he high? Yet seeimgly amused.

"Come on," he tugs your arm, dragging you into the house he forgot to lock before he left. Pushing you down on the couch, he grabs your face full and passionately kisses you. You kiss back again, was this like the second kiss you guys shared? This is why they called him The Rated R Superstar. Climbing on top of you, Edge's hands explore your body. "You're so hot," he blurts out. You grin out of amusement, laughing to yourself quietly. "And you're handsome as fuck." You run your fingers through his hair, sweetly kissing him. He made love to you, but sweet, slow, and passionate this time.

He rocks his hips against yours, thrusting. Your body shakes in pleasure, you'd never thought in your entire life for Edge to be this sweet-loving. "Are you close?" He asks, watching your body shake violently. "Come for me, baby girl." he encourages, planting kisses on your shoulder blades and neck. "EDGE!" You yell, releasing your treasures onto him. Followed right after, he pulls out of you and releases on your thighs. 

"God, that was so good." He breathed, eyes boring into yours. 

You nod in agreement, panting. "I love you, Y/N Copeland." His fingers intertwined in yours, laying right next to you. You turn your head to face your naked fiancé: "I love you more than you'll ever know." 

[timeaftertime-chriscornellfanfic]

Chapter 43 - Back In A New York - Er... Seattle Groove

New York City, New York June 29 2017

(Andi is 29, Chris is 52)

ANDI: The air was warm with the sun brightly shining, a perfect summer day for moving. Though this move is going to be a little bit longer than just your typical quick trip and done in a day. Chris is moving back to Seattle - with me of course - somewhere where he hasn't been in very long time. Obviously you all know that it's only been just over a month since I was there - if we are going by my time anyways - ugh, this thing that I have is never easy to explain.

Chris had put the house up for sale as soon as he signed the divorce papers from Vicky. Within a day, he had already received an offer and they were willing to give him a little more than he was asking in order to secure the sale. I mean I don't blame them one bit, it's a beautiful home. Chris accepted and so we pretty much began packing as soon as it was finalized, though there wasn't much in the home to pack. It was basically all of Vicky's left over stuff and a few things of Chris's. Obviously nothing of mine except for the 3 guitars that he had saved over the years.

I don't know what it is though, but I just have this really strange feeling that all of this shouldn't be happening so smoothly. As much as I know that he isn't with Vicky anymore - I mean I saw him sign the divorce papers right in front of me - I just can't shake this strange feeling that it's not supposed to be this easy.

"Ok I think... we've got everything. Here is the address and uh, we'll see you in a couple of days," Chris says as he hands the driver of the moving company some cash then they both sign the delivery and insurance papers.

"No problem, thank you," The driver says as they shake hands, then climbs up into the large moving truck. Chris turns and flips those gorgeous curls out of his face and walks back over to me.

"Ok babe, you ready?" Chris smiles at me, standing in his slim fitted ripped up jeans with the cuffs rolled up over his Doc's and a plain dark grey t-shirt.

"Yea I think so," I exhale, pushing my curls behind my ear, squinting my eyes from the sunlight as I look up at him.

"Alright, road trip time," He says and leans down placing a quick kiss on my lips, then heads over to his 1969 Jet black Dodge Challenger. I smile as I head over to the passenger side, opening the door and sliding into the black leather seat, feeling the heat on the back of my bare thighs. I smooth out my ripped jean cutoff shorts and buckle my seatbelt, adjusting my off-the-shoulder White Zombie - La Sexorcisto tour shirt from '94.

"So when's our flight again?' I ask flipping my dark curls out of my face, leaning back as I glance at him.

"What flight?" Chris asks as he starts the engine.

"Um... I thought we were moving to Seattle - back home to Seattle... right?" I chuckle.

"We are... I never said we had plane tickets though," He says as he pulls out of the driveway for the last time.

"Wait... you're gonna drive us all the way to Seattle?" I ask furrowing my brow for a moment as he drives us down the road towards down town.

"Yea baby, why not?" He smiles at me for a second then turns his attention back to the road.

"Chris, it's like a 2 and a half day drive,"

"Uh huh... and...?" He says as we pull up to a stop light. I glance out the windshield and then back at him, trying to see if he was serious or not, though my bets are pretty much on the former.

"Most of my clothes are pack in the U-Haul truck that already left though," I say.

"Nope, I grabbed the last couple of suitcases that had our clothes in them and packed them in the trunk," He says as the stop light turns green and start moving again.

"Oh... ok... " I trail off for a moment looking back out the windshield.

"What? You don't wanna spend 2 more days on the road with me? " He smirks at me raising his eyebrow.

"No, no it's not that... I just wasn't expecting you to drive us there," I giggle and he smiles at me.

"Well it's been a long time since we took a road trip - that wasn't touring around with the band and well because of what happened- so I thought maybe we could check out some places, do a little sight seeing, y'know... just me and you," He says sweetly.

"Ok sure, that's perfect actually," I smile at him and he reaches over and takes my hand in his, placing his lips to the back of my hand like he always does.

"Can I put on some tunes?" I ask after a few moments, pushing my curls behind my ear as Chris changes lanes.

"No," He says flatly then looks over at me with a smirk. I pat him lightly on his bicep and chuckle, then reach for my phone and connect to the Bluetooth stereo system that was upgraded in the dashboard. I scroll through the Spotify Music app, find some Aerosmith and play the Album 'Get A Grip'

'Wake up kid, it's half past your youth Ain't nothin' really changes but the date You a grand slammer, but you no Babe Ruth You gotta learn how to relate Or you'll be swingin' from the pearly gate Now you got all the answers, low and behold You got the right key baby but the wrong key hole, yo'

I sing -  or sorry 'rap' - along with Steven Tyler, closing my eyes and getting right into it as Chris starts laughing.

"Babe you are so cute," He laughs.

"Nah, I just love that part" I giggle as I look down at my phone for a moment.

"I know, that's what makes you so cute," He says sweetly with his blue eyes glancing over at me, and I feel my cheeks flush. Funny how after all this time, he can still make me blush and  feel those butterflies fluttering around in my stomach.

" I remember when you met Steven for the first time with me at the... what was it... the '94 MTV awards or something - ?" He says thoughtfully.

"Oh my god Chris, no, I'd really rather not remember that," I laugh embarrassingly.

"What-Why? It was adorable, -" He laughs.

"No Chris, How was that adorable? I literally like... fell into him," I gesture with my hands remembering the after party when I apparently had a little too much to drink and lost my footing when I stepped forward to shake his hand and tripped. Chris caught me of course but I was mortified the entire night. I was able to make light of the situation after but honestly, it wasn't my finest moment. If I could've pick a moment to time travel, that would've been the perfect moment so that I could re-do it and not be so embarrassed.

"It was just a little stumble, it wasn't as bad as you think it was... I just remember the look on your face, you were so cute," He chuckles.

" I remember trying to basically hide behind you the whole night after. I'm such a klutz. It was Steven fucking Tyler... like my god," I shake my head at myself.

"You were always so hard on yourself...you still are. I think that's what made me fall in love with you though. You never give up even though you feel like it and just... how you cope with the fact that you can't control... y'know.... and how you are always the first person I could run to when I was - or am - finding it hard to go on, 'cause I'm so hard on myself too," He glances back at me, his blue eyes catching mine and I give him a small smile as I lean my head against the seat while his gorgeous dark curls rest at his shoulders, his beard now fuller than before as he decided to grow it a little.

Fuck, he's so sexy

"That, and you were so fucking gorgeous when you showed up in my bathroom that I didn't know what to do. You scared the shit outta me," He adds as he returns his focus to the road and changes lanes again.

"Scared the shit outta you? Fuck I mean, I knew someday I was gonna meet you when you were 15 but I didn't think it was gonna be like that," I giggle.

"You know I am still so sorry I came at you with a bat... even though that was what... 30-something years ago? " He says thoughtfully with a chuckle. "Fuck I'm old..."

"Chris, you're not old. I love you, and you are still the same to me," I say as I reach over and begin to play with his curls, running my fingers through, then gently play with his earlobe. He turns, placing a kiss on my palm then quickly focuses back on the road.

After about 45 minutes, we finally make our way to downtown New York in which the city was absolutely buzzingly busy. I still was not used to the crazy crowds of people but at least I can say that I lived in New York City even if it was only for a little while. Driving down on of the main streets, Chris decides to pull off into one of the public parking spots which left me a bit confused as to what we were doing.

"I just have to make a stop in Guitar Center, wanna come in with me?" He asks noticing my confused look as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

"Um... Hello, do you know who you're asking here?" I ask as I unbuckle my seat belt and he laughs as I step out of the car. It had been a while since I was in a Music store so of course I didn't mind going in and looking at all the new pretty things.

Chris makes his way around to my side of the car and with a sweet smile on his face, takes my hand in his. We then take a walk from the parking lot down the street to Guitar Center.

Stepping inside Guitar Center is like stepping into a world that is full of shiny beautiful things. Beautiful guitars line the illuminated walls around the store, amps and accessories staged in various places, I swear I'm like a kid in a candy store. I just want everything.

"Hey Chris, how are ya?" A guy with long black hair, straighter than anything, wearing a white dress shirt and tie with black jeans and Doc's calls out to him. He sort of looked a bit like David Wyndorf from Monster Magnet but not flashy like the 'Space Lord' video.

"Hi, good, I'm good, did my order for that effects pedal...." Chris smiles, his voice fading away as  I slowly let go of his hand and walk over to the wall of guitars. I can't help it, they are all so beautiful. I continue on while I hear them talk glancing at each Fender Strat, Rickenbacker, Washburn, you name it. I wish I could describe the feeling of seeing them all hung up with their own spotlights waiting for the perfect person to discover what they can do.

Then I see it. The one that suddenly makes my heart all fluttery. An emerald green flame top Gibson Les Paul. It is absolutely gorgeous.

"...alright well good luck in Seattle and uh, if you need anything when you're in New York just give us a shout,"

"Thanks man, I will," Chris says as he walks over to me, placing his hand on the small of my back and following my gaze to the beautiful guitar on the wall. "See something you like?"

"Uh huh," I say, trying to not let my jaw drop to the floor.

"Hey, uh... can we see that, Gibson up there?" Chris turns and calls out to the store rep.

"No Chris, it's ok - " I start but I'm cut off by the David Wyndorf look alike.

"Sure, we actually just got that in yesterday," He says walking over with a reaching contraption to take it down off the hanger. I furrow my brow for a moment but I couldn't take my eyes off the emerald green coloring and how it meshed so well into the finish. He then hands it towards Chris but Chris refuses.

"No sorry, it's for my wife,"

The David Wyndorf look alike raises his eyebrow for a moment and looks at me and I couldn't tell if it was because it was Chris said I'm his wife or because I play. I smile shyly at him and push my curls behind my ear and he sweetly hands it over to me.I glance behind me and see a stool with a little amp that people use for testing. I then sit down and plug in the patch cord and adjust the volume and effects knobs on the amp, and rest the guitar across my lap.

As soon as I start to play, I am instantly in love. the way it feels in my hands, the neck doesn't feel too think, the frets are at the perfect width... the strings kinda suck but I can always change them.

Oh my god I love this thing.

I stop playing for a moment and look up to see Chris looking down at me with such a cute smile on his face. I clear my throat and try to seem like I'm not completely in love with this guitar, but I think Chris knows that I am. He's seen this look on my face before.

"We'll take it," Chris says to the guy.

"Chris no, it's ok," I say as I suddenly feel weird about him buying me guitar. I mean it isn't the first time he's bought one for me,but this is seriously expensive. 

Ugh, but I do love it so much though.

"Babe are you kidding? The look on your face, I know you want it," Chris says to me as the David Wyndorf look alike walks away to the front desk to prepare the guitar, by grabbing the case that comes with it.

"Chris, it's a 4000 dollar guitar. I love it but, this is too much," I say quietly as I reach out for his hand and pull him closer to me.  The last time he bought one for me it was maybe under 1000. I know it's 2017 now and I get the cost of inflation, but this seems a little too much to me.

"No baby it isn't too much... c'mon," Chris smiles sweetly at me and helps me up from the stool. With the beautiful guitar in my hand, I unplug it and walk with him over to the counter register while the loo alike rings up the guitar. Chris takes the guitar from me and hands it over to him gently while I glance over the accessory display and pick out some new strings. It's been so long since I've had a new guitar and though I still feel a little uneasy about him spending this much money on me, I really, really love that guitar.

Once everything was rung through -  Chris with his new pedal and I with my new guitar - we head out of the store and back to the car. Once I place the guitar in the back seat, I slide into the passenger side as Chris starts up the car and we head back out on the road, making our way through the rest of downtown New York.  Everyone and a while I glance back in the backseat admiring the leather guitar case, knowing that emerald green beauty is safe inside and try to resist the temptation to play it until we get to Seattle. Or at least a hotel along the way.

"Thank you," I say quietly still looking at the guitar case in the back seat as we finally make it onto the highway.

"For what?" Chris smiles at me glancing quickly at me then back to the road.

"For the guitar, and for... well... everything," I say still looking at the guitar as Chris glances at me again. I then look back at him and he reaches over to me cupping my cheek in his palm and I lean into his palm closing my eyes, catching the fresh scent of his cologne.

"You don't have to thank me babe. I love you," He says glancing back at the road and then back at me. "And I always loved that look on your face when you would get excited over a new guitar - I still do," He adds chuckling.

"I love you too," I say as he slides his palm from my cheek and I take his hand, placing a kiss on the back before he places it back on the steering wheel, then I glance back at the beauty in the backseat.

"Me? Or the Guitar?" He smirks and I laugh as we head down the highway.

[old-hyper-super-clover]

Omoi yo Hitotsu ni Nare

Feelings, become One

Part 1 of 2

Writer's block is being rough on me, so the only thing I was able to create lately was a short story of my MC Clover and Leviathan. It shows their adorable friendship as they experience an idol live show together.

Enjoy 🧡

One evening, the demon of Envy, Leviathan, made his way to the human exchange students' room. The human girl Clover had borrowed a manga from him, but it happened that Levi needed that exact book right now.

As he was strolling through the hallways, finally he reached the door, so he knocked like a polite creature before coming in.

"Hey" Levi called out into the room. "I need that Ruri-chan manga back for a sec. Some idiot Normie posted stupid fake information on the fanclub's Devcord server and is not believing me when I tell him he's wrong, so I need screenshots to prove what a fake fan he is lolol."

As he had been more eyeing his D.D.D. than paying attention to his surroundings, he only noticed at the end of his comment that a pair of unpleasantly surprised eyes were staring back at him. Levi raised his eyebrows, puzzled, looking back at Clover sitting on her bed, only being illuminated by the small lamp on her bedside table.

Just so making out her reddened eyes, paired with how she was hugging her legs, the demon immediately understood that she was crying.

"C... Clover?"

"A-ah, Levia-tan..." she mumbled, quick to put away the used tissue in her hand. Sniffling shortly, she sprung up in the next moment, walking over to her desk. "I didn't get to read this chapter yet, so I'd like to have it back after you've shown that peasant what a real Ruri stan looks like..."

Handing him the manga, Clover put on a very unconvincing smile.

Unsure how to react, Levi took the book but kept giving her a worried look. "Are you... okay?"

The girl only gave a nod.

"B-because you look, uhm..." Levi could have punched himself for being so bad at social interactions. "Were you crying just now?"

A flash of panic crossed Clover's face, but in the end, she assured him she was fine.

"It's embarrassing but I was, uh, crying over a stupid video. So nothin' to worry about, really!"

Holding the door open, she kind of gestured for him to make his leave, so Levi stepped out into the corridor again.

"Now go get that loser's ass", she cheered, but as she closed the door, Levi caught a tiny glimpse of the frown that was forming on her face.

The demon had planned to go back into his room, yet somehow he found himself in the kitchen instead. Turning his head to the fridge, he spotted Beelzebub head-deep in the ingredients for tomorrow's lunch.

Levi's younger brother noticed his presence when Levi let out a troubled sigh.

"Huh? Levi?" Beel shot him a glance. "Are you hungry, too?"

"Like there would even be anything left for me to eat!" Levi hissed, mustering how Beel's cheek were filled to the brim like those of a hamster. "No, I..." He let out another sigh. "Did something happen to Clover? She seemed really down just now and behaved all weird."

In an instant, Beel stopped his scavenging and closed the fridge to turn towards his brother.

"So you think so, too..." Beel said. "I noticed it when we returned home from RAD today, so I wanted to cook something to cheer her up."

Levi let out a huff. "Doesn't look like you had success in doing that..."

However putting his sarcasm aside, he asked whether Beel knew any reason for Clover's sadness.

"I think she had some stressful days" Beel explained, scratching his head as he actually began to prepare said food. "She had a lot of projects to hand in for her additional courses lately. And it seems the grades she got weren't quite what she expected. Or what she deserved for the amount of work she put in, honestly."

Nodding to himself, Levi indeed remembered that the human girl had been working until late recently. He crossed his arms. "But their grades aren't really that important to the exchange students, right? There's no need to cry over that."

For a while, they remained silent, listening to the veggies sizzling in the frying pan.

Then, Beel spoke up again.

"You know how she is" he said. "She was very passionate about it, and now beats herself up for not doing well enough."

Frowning, Levi narrowed his gaze. "But then why didn't she tell me about it? I thought we were friends..."

Beel had returned to the fridge, originally to grab the next ingredients, but ended up stuffing half of that into his own mouth.

"I thought you of all would understand her reasoning the best" he grumbled into the fridge.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

So Beelzebub shot him another look.

"Aren't you afraid of people thinking low of you, too?"

That evening, Beelzebub continued to take care of the human girl. He had managed to cook her a delicious meal and stayed with her to watch some movies.

Levi was amazed to see how easily his brother had managed to lift her spirits. Overall, it had surprised him to hear how well Beel knew about her feelings in the first place.

But what troubled Levi the most were Beel's last words before he had knocked on Clover's door:

"She'll probably stay this sad for longer. It would be great if you could help, too."

The next day, the avatar of Envy didn't feel like gaming at all. He forced himself to do his daily log-ins to his thirty-ish online games, but his mind kept wandering off to the happenings of the last evening.

Why would anyone think low of Clover because of school grades? Why would she be that sad, even if she put a lot of work into it?

She was his confidant. His friend. That alone meant she had to be a person worthy of one's time.

So... Why would someone like her ever worry about not being good enough?

Lying in his bed/bathtub/really-unsuited-sleeping-spot, Levi bit his lip.

He understood what Beel had meant now. The more he tried to understand Clover, the more he spiralled into self-loathing, toxic thoughts that he knew all too well himself.

And just the thought that Clover might be pained by this nonsense made him so angry that he couldn't focus on anything else than searching for a way to cheer her up.

Grumbling and brainstorming, his messy thoughts suddenly saw a spark of hope when he read a notification on his D.D.D.:

'Aqours 4th LoveLive! ~ Sailing to the Sunshine ~ -- Tickets for sale NOW!!'

Eyes wide, he had this hesitation of "that's too good to be true" when his thumb lowered to press the "see more" button.

But the second after, his otaku mode activated. Baving opened his five favourite websites for booking concert tickets in an instant, Levi was determined to get two tickets for this live show...

Naturally, the period of buying tickets and the actual concert were painfully far apart.

At first, Leviathan wanted to keep it a secret that he had obtained two premium seats for the Aqours concert.

However, Clover's state seemed to worsen as time went by. New things kept piling on her head, and one disappointment set the requirements for her to fail whatever she aimed to do next. It might not seem that bad to others, but as someone who is struggling with his self-worth himself, Levi could guess that Clover's mindset had to be suffering more and more.

So one day, he decided to tell her about the tickets.

Spam-calling her until she would angrily stomp into his room, Levi was waiting for her, the tickets ready in his hands.

"Levia-tan, I'm BEGGING you, if I tell you 'I'll be there in a minute', please don't call me another fifteen times to make sure I wasn't ly-"

She went silent the second her eyes landed on the tickets.

The demon couldn't hide a cheeky grin.

"You were supposed to hurry, Normie" he mocked. "Feeling your concert tickets the second they're out of the printer is a NECESSITY!"

Clover wouldn't respond.

In all honesty, she COULDN'T respond.

Every time she opened her mouth, she was too baffled to press out a single tone.

"Here, this is yours" Levi said as he handed her one ticket. "It's still long until the day of the live show, so make sure to keep this somewhere safe! Ah, you know, actually... If you store the ticket in your room, Mammon might find it and sell it, so it might be for the best if I keep your ticket here with mine... C-Clover?!"

The girl had taken hold of the ticket, staring at it while Levi was rambling. But she had puzzled him when suddenly, tears were dropping on the piece of paper.

"I-is... Is this for real...?" Clover asked with an incredibly thin voice.

"W-wah..." Levi panicked, softly tugging the ticket out of her shaking hands. "It's all wet now... But I guess I can just print it out a second time..."

"Am I... really... going to... Japan...? To... a live show of... of A-aqours...?" Clover asked with a trembling lip.

"You bet!" Levi cheered. "I've been trying to get these tickets for HOURS! It was really tough, but you should never underestimate my Otaku skills!"

"I've... I've always dreamed of... experiencing a live show in person..." Clover continued to mumble. "And now you're being... So kind... What did I do to deserve this..."

Grabbing his phone, Levi tapped on his messenger app to show her something else.

Confused, Clover was looking at Levi's chatroom with Solomon. In his own excitement, Levi had to tell it before Clover could finish reading.

"And don't worry about the language issues. You'll be able to understand it all!" He babbled. "Solomon will do his best to mix you a potion to help with that! See it as subtitles, but send directly into your brain lolol."

The demon grinned from ear to ear,

and, well, expected that the human would do the same...

Or at least, he really didn't expect for her to suddenly burst into loud sobbing, pressing her hands against her face as she couldn't stop crying.

"O-oh..." All colour left Levi's face at once. "Are... Uhm... Are you not happy?"

Looking back and forth between her, the tickets and his phone, he was frantically trying to figure out the reason for her outburst.

His heart broke into pieces as his own toxic mind gave him an answer.

"Oh..." Levi pressed out. "I didn't ask you if you even want to go there if it's with me..." Now he felt really stupid. In all his preparation and anticipation, he forgot what a yucky creature he was. "Uh... I guess... I mean I can understand if you don't want to, it must be really embarrassing to go outside with someone like me, so, y-you can... take someone else along i-if that will make you stop crying... I was looking forward to it, but making you smile again was my utmost priority, so I would... You can... go with, like, Beel or som-"

"L-levia-tan?" Clover suddenly pressed out, not looking up though.

"Y-yes? Are you mad at m-"

"Can I hug you?"

"... Eh?"

"P-please...!" Clover's head shot upwards as she met him with a pleading, crying face. "I d-don't know how to respond to this... this wonderful gesture... I'm..." Not able to hold herself, she engulfed Levi in an embrace.

"I'm so happy..." Clover sobbed into his shoulder. "Thank you so much... Levi..."

Now Levi was the one at loss for words. With cheeks painted a bright pink, he awkwardly wrapped his arms around her body.

"S-so... You're okay with going with... with me?"

"Of course! I'm flattered that you'd even thought of inviting me..." The girl pressed out, slowly letting go of him.

And finally, a grin was spreading on her face again."Please teach me everything I need to know about lives, Levia-sensei!"

The sight was so contagious that Levi was smiling himself.

"Yes! Leave it to me!!"

For the following weeks, the two of them spent huge parts of their free time preparing for the live show.

Leviathan taught Clover all there is to know about using glowsticks: from the shaking technique that destroys your arms and wrists the least, to ultra orange glowstick usage and cycloning. They listened to Aqours' songs so much that at some point Clover remembered all their lyrics perfectly despite not even speaking the language. Additionally, they looked into older live shows to learn where the crowd would engage in which kind of chanting.

"Waah, no, I can't that part of the first live show... I'll cry, Levia-tan...!" Clover had whined.

"Ah, do you mean the performance of 'Omoi yo Hitotsu ni Nare'? Where Rikyako messed up her piano play?"

"Yes... It was so brave that she learned playing piano from scratch just for that song... But then the poor girl was so stressed, messed up and started sobbing... That part just kills me, especially when the rest who were performing the dance came to comfort her... Ugh I love them all so muuuuch..."

The house of Lamentation was glad to see the human girl had regained her joyful energy. Even if, after a few weeks, their patience was being put under the test...

To give a short input:

When greeting the audience at the beginning of the live show, each idol introduces themselves and engages in a unique call and response with the crowd to get everyone pumped.

And so one day, Levi went to Clover saying this:

"We also need to practice our responses to their character introductions! From this day onwards, I will randomly initiate one of the girls' calls, and you have to respond correctly!"

So... Yeah. The other inhabitants of the house didn't quite understand what any of those "Ganbarubyyyy"s or sudden "BUU BUU DESU-WA"s meant, but eventually, even they remembered some of the call & responses.

... Just that not everyone was so amused by the whole ordeal as Leviathan seemed to be.

Not when Clover was preparing breakfast with Satan in a great hurry (because SOMEONE ate what they had prepared earlier...).

You can imagine that, when already stressed out, Satan wasn't really happy over his older brother dashing into the room, shouting a random "KAN KAN" from the top of his lungs.

"Mikan!" Clover had correctly responded, however quiet as she was fully aware of Satan's anger level.

However, as this particular call & response repeated three times, Levi continued to animate the human girl, going once again even louder: "KAN KAN!"

"M-mikan..."

"Come on, I can't hear you... KAAAAN, KAAA-"

He couldn't finish his chanting as Satan had thrown a devil-blood orange right into his face with such force that it pulled Levi off his feet.

"HERE, HAVE YOUR FUCKING MIKAN AND LEAVE!!"

[Mikans are small, japanese oranges (´ ∀ ` *)]

Finally, the day of the concert had come.

Asmodeus had made it his mission to plan Clover's outfit so she'd be as "dazzling as the girls on stage". Levi had been prompting her to go with comfortable, practical clothes instead, so they had to find a middle where neither of them would complain.

Once all done, some of the brothers came to muster the soon leaving duo.

"Hm... Are you sure you don't want to put on any make up, darling?" Asmo asked Clover after doing his final check.

"Absolutely. I will be in tears the second Aqours' enters the stage, so there's no point in that."

Standing in the doorframe, the avatar of Greed gave a huff.

"Isn't that skirt a bit too short? And that whole outfit... No, you can't go out like this."

"Huh?" Clover turned to him in confusion. "Why not?"

"It's way too eye-catching!" He grumbled. "What if some filthy human makes a move on you?"

The girl gave a slight chuckle. "I go to school with incubi and succubi, Mammon. I think compared to that the human world should be pretty safe."

"B-but...!" Mammon wanted to protest, but Beelzebub covered his brother's mouth to silence him.

"I think you look cute" He beamed Clover an encouraging smile. "But be careful nonetheless. Levi, take care of her."

"Y-yes! I will!"

-- to be continued in part two --

[lang-learner]

Korean Resource Masterpost

Hello language learners of the internet, more specifically, Korean learners. Some time ago I made a Korean resource masterpost, which you can find here, and I decided to make a bigger one with more things I recommend. 

Grammar

HowtostudyKorean.com - Honestly the best in my opinion. I appreciate the explanations and all the examples. A lot of Korean learners don’t like this website because it has a lot of information but if you focus on the main point, and write down the examples and try to understand why a certain grammar point is used instead of another, you will make a lot of progress.

GoBillyKorean - I still recommend this. You can click here for some of the pdfs from his lessons or go to his youtube channel where he has full lessons on grammar points. His website also has the free PDF’s. He is still doing free lessons on youtube and you can vote on what lesson you would like him to do next. 

My Korean 1 / My Korean 2 - These textbooks focus a lot on conversational Korean and vocabulary. I like the drawings and how they explain the vocabulary used in the dialogue. I don’t appreciate the romanization since I don’t think it’s necessary besides for writing Korean names in English but you can just ignore the romanization. You can also find the audios that go with the textbook.

Korean Grammar for Speaking 2 - So this is series of audio lessons that focus on spoken Korean grammar. You may find them in an app called AudioClip which is Korean and has podcasts. It is available in the app store and playstore. I believe these lessons are based on the book, which is very popular. If you can’t afford the book, I recommend checking these audio lessons out.

Talk To Me In Korean - Personally I am not a big fan but this is a good resource as well. A lot of people like it. It depends on your learning style.

Korean Grammar in Use - Beginner / Intermediate / Advanced - Personally I don’t recommend these unless you are an upper intermediate learner, then I recommend using the Intermediate and Advanced textbooks to review and see if you learn new things, new vocab and do the exercises. I feel like it is very easy to get confused about the proper usages as a beginner. 

Berkeley Online Intermediate Korean - I don’t know what to make of this website but it’s pretty neat. It has texts with audio and the grammar explanations below.  There are only 27 lessons but it’s worth checking out.

Vocabulary 

Quizlet - I love quizlet. I like making small sets of words I learned from my grammar lessons, examples I wrote down and things I heard natives use. It’s the best app in my opinion. It is both a website and an app. 

HowtostudyKorean.com - The first units have explanations and examples to the vocabulary lists which is useful and the lessons themselves use some of the vocabulary. Also some lessons are focused on difficult Korean words which is nice.

TTMIK: Word Showdown - This small pdf explains the differences between commonly used words. I recommend really it.

TTMIK: Korean Slang Expressions Volume 1 - Like the name states, Talk to me in Korean teaches you here useful slang expression

TTMIK: Korean Slang Expressions Volume 2  - Volume 2 of the previous one.

TTMIK: Everyday Korean Idiomatic Expressions  

Translator

Papago - You can find the app or just go to the website.

Listening practice 

Netlix - Since I last made my last masterpost, Netflix added a lot of Korean dramas and a lot of them are good in my opinion. 

Youtube - I won’t recommend any specific channels but you can find just about anything. Look up keywords in Korean and find youtubers that upload content that you like.

KissTVShow - You can find variety shows and dramas subbed here.

Reading 

I don’t recommend reading books until you are at a very advanced level since it requires a lot of grammar and vocabulary knowledge to understand most of it, but there are fun stuff you can read that’s easier.

HumansofSeoul - They have a tumblr and facebook page full of articles of people and their stories. They have the English translation which is super useful. I recommend this for intermediate learners.

pillon_toon - Cute mini comics in Korean on Instagram. 

illistrator_grace_j - I love their art and the story going on with the characters. which are animals.

Webtoons - This is the Naver website for webtoons. 

Conjugation

Dongsa - I can’t even express how useful this website is. You can look up a verb to see its conjugations or look up a conjugated verb to see its “dictionary” form.

★ Tengugo - I learned hangul mainly from here and really recommend it. They have mini lessons, audios of how to pronounce each character and quizzes. It works without wifi so you can practice anywhere.

Blogs / Instagram 

Yes. Instagram because you can find a lot of really useful pages that teach Korean.

mystudykorean - This blog is really nice and it has a lot of different information. The blog isn’t active as of the moment but there is useful information.

BitesizedKorean - Another tumblr blog that I like.

K2nlearner - They post Korean sentences that are used daily in conversation every 2-3 days.

Learning Korean with Bam - A native Korean speaker that uploads clips of useful sentences with audio.

Daily Korean phrase -  Like the name of the page says, they upload photos with useful phrases.

RedKim Korean - Really cute Instagram page with useful phrases.

[voltagesmutter]

Yoosung’s Match

Doing something different-ish, focusing on a series without the smut, lolol. After starting Yoosung’s route, I am so soft for him! I wanted to a series where him and mc share interests, including LoLoL. 

Pairing: Yoosung x OC (Dove)

Summary: When a stranger enters the RFA chat, no-one expected an almost female version of Yoosung to be the participant who would be the key to beginning their parties one more. Will their similarities pull them together or will another come in and sweep her away?

Warnings: None, only reference to game from day 1-11 so spoilers for those not played Yoosung.

Note: This chapter is based off day’s 1 and then day 5 from Yoosungs route. Written in the form like the chatroom. Features clips and conversations from the game but also own created content. Focuses on certain chatrooms rather than every individual one, wish to focus more on developing a storyline with Yoosung than the whole party and gameplay.

Chapter 1: Dove has entered the chatroom.

[Dove has entered the chat]

 Yoosung★: Failed my midterms fml T_T

707: Cuz u played LOLOL all night lol.

Jumin: If you want to work for our company, you should take care of your GPA.

Yoosung★: I’m still on the list?! +_+

Jumin: Yes.

707: Nice~ Can’t believe u get to work straight after college lol

707: In this day and age!

Zen: Lame. It’s nepotism.

Jumin: It’s called recruitment actually.

Zen: It’s giving a free pass instead of actually training the worker.

Jumin: Whatever. I couldn’t care less what you say.

Zen: What’s the difference between recruitment and nepotism?

707: Thought they r the same? O_O?

Jumin: It’s nepotism if you recruit a person you know and they aren’t of any help.

Yoosung★: Oh… So you become a candidate for nepotism the same time you’re recruited!

Zen: 

707: Wait!!

Yoosung★: Why?

Zen: ??

707: Think someone entered the chat room;;

Jumin: Dove…?

Zen: Wtf. How did it get in here?

707: Hacker!

Yoosung★: Hacker!? Therae’s a hacker in ouer room!!!

Yoosung★: Sevnee do somethign!!

Zen: Hey, typos. -_-;;

707: Wait a sec. I’m searching.

Jumin: Who are you? Reveal yourself. Hey, Assistant Kang.

Jaehee: Yes, I am here.

Zen: You were so quiet I thought you went somewhere.

Jaehee: Nothing was out of the ordinary so I was just watching

Jaehee: but I see something has just happened.

Yoosung★: omg

Jumin: Why is a stranger in our chatroom?

Jaehee: No one can enter this chatroom without installing the private app we use… It seems someone has downloaded the RFA Messenger.

Yoosung★: I thought Seven let only us download it?

Dove: Hello…

707: I traced the IP…

707: It’s from Rika’s apartment.

Yoosung★: Rika’s apartment?

Jumin: Where was it?

Jaehee: The location is not revealed. I know it to be classified.

707: Anyways, someone must have broken into her apt.

707: It talked now, so it must be a person ^^;

Jumin: Quit shitting around.

Jumin: Dove… Who are you?

Jumin: Reveal yourself, stranger.

Jumin: If you do not reveal yourself, you will pay.

Yoosung★: Yeees! Who are u?!

Zen: Use proper english please.

707: If it doesn’t say anything I’ll hack in and find out.

Zen: …Maybe

Zen: one of my fans?

Dove: Reveal yourselves first. I’m the most confused one here…

Jumin: How fierce.

Zen: Are you a woman?

707: Zen. Be more serious, plz?

707: And wait a sec on the woman thing.

707: Looking it up.

Yoosung★: Should we… introduce ourselves?

Jumin: Are you serious…?

Jaehee: I think it is a bit too early for that.

Zen: Hi. I’m Zen. (24 yrs old) Musical actor… Don’t look me up on the internet.

Zen: It’s embarrassing.

Yoosung★: Zen, you’re so brave!

Jumin: Guess he wanted to show himself off.

Zen: No way~!

Zen: 

Yoosung★: Omg… a photo too.

Jaehee: My eyes have been cleansed.

Jaehee:

Dove: Oh, I haven’t heard of you, sorry…

Dove: Yes to before, I am woman.

Zen: What?!

*Heart break appears on screen*

Jumin: I see that he has zero interest in his privacy.

707: Lolol

707: My nickname’s 707.

707: Real name is a secret.

707: Fyi, Zen’s real name is Hyun Ryu.

Zen: Your name’s a secret but not mine?;

707: U don’t care anyways lol.

Jaehee: 707 does have the strangest name so I understand the secrecy.

707:  The name’s too holy to be spread around~ I’m gonna pray after I finish hacking.

707: Just remember me as the 22yr old young hacker lol

707: Where I live is also a secret.

Zen: So many secrets;;

Yoosung★: I’m Yoosung Kim! I’m a college student… 21 yrs old.

Yoosung★: 

707: So warm and fuzzy here

Zen: Lol. Seven, you don’t have any selfies to show?

707: Nothing recent.

707: Oh and also!

707: Jumin’s the heir of a pretty famous corporation and Jaehee is his assistant. 27 and 26 yrs old respectively.

707: You have a better sense of who we are now, Dove?

Jumin: Why did you say that…?

707: Doubted you’d do it urself.

Jumin: Stop shitting around.

707: Oh, fyi, Jumin has the cutest cat.

Jumin: Hey.

Jumin: Why are we talking about Elizabeth the 3rd to a stranger?

707: The cat’s name is Elizabeth the 3rd.

707: 

Yoosung★: That info’s a bit useless…

Yoosung★: We’re not even close with this Dove person yet lol

Jumin: Can’t believe he showed a photo of Elizabeth the 3rd to a stranger…

Jumin: Idiot…

Zen: Stop talking about cats. Giving me goosebumps.

Jaehee: I suggest that we take care of this stranger first.

Jaehee: Could it be that we have a security breach?

Zen: True. Dove, how did you get in here?

Yoosung★: Is it really in Rika’s apartment?

707: Yup. It’s for sure…

707: How did it get the apartment password?!

Zen: Where the hell is the apartment?

Dove: I came here while chatting with a personal called ‘Unknown’. Do you know him by any chance?

Dove: But anyway, I’m Dove. 

Jumin: Unknown?

Zen: Maybe he just didn’t set a username?

707: It’s mandatory to set a username so he must have set it that way.

707: Maybe…

Yoosung★: How did you end up chatting with that person?

Jaehee: I see.

Jaehee: Where did you download this messenger app?

Jaehee: Dove, you are quite strange as well.

Zen: Do you think this person’s a creep? No way.

Dove: I got it in the app store, I just downloaded it and then was suddenly in a room with unknown and now all of you…

Dove: I just wanted to play games lolol

Yoosung★: You like games too!

Yoosung★: I love games.

Yoosung★: Wait!

Yoosung★: Did you say lolol as in LoLoL?!

Zen: Dude. A girl won’t play that game;

Zen: Don’t ask stupid questions.

Yoosung★: T_T

Dove: Does the wizard of Tarth ever lie?

Yoosung★:

Yoosung★: Yoousung.exe has stopped working.

Yoosung★: You play?!

707: Anyways.

707: I should trace the person who distributed the app.

 [Day 1]

[7:00 am]

Yoosung★ entered the chat

Dove entered the chat

Yoosung★: Do you know that Zen always complains about being single these days?

Yoosung★: But I’ve never even been in a relationship T_T

Dove: Are you not interested in girls?

Yoosung★: …I guess…

Yoosung★: I feel better when I team up with a girl character when playing games.

Yoosung★: And it makes it more interesting if there’s a girl in the guild…

Yoosung★: Was you serious when you said you played?

Dove: Level 69 Mage at your service

Yoosung★: I…

Yoosung★: I’ve rarely met a girl who plays! 

Yoosung★: Are you in a guild?!

Yoosung★: I’m hoping to be a guildmaster one day.

Dove: Ever heard of ‘Tribe of War’?

Yoosung★: We are sworn enemies!

Yoosung★:...

Yoosung★: But my special talent is defending the peace! So I guess I can let our guild war slide

Dove: You bring peace to the world young sir!

Yoosung★: 707 play’s sometimes!

Yoosung★: Maybe we could have an online meet up!

Yoosung★: Since we can’t in real life.

Yoosung★: I wish he would give us the address to Rika’s apartment…

Dove: I’d like that!

Dove: But we have the party to focus on!

Yoosung★: I really like you T_T

Yoosung★: It’s only been a day and I can’t wait to meet you lolol.

Yoosung★: I have class at 9 so I have to go take the bus now.

Yoosung★: The poor fate of a college student…!

Yoosung★: I have to go now. I’m almost running late!

Yoosung★: Dove, let’s talk soon! >_<

Yoosung★ has left the chatroom.

 [18:02pm]

 Dove entered the chat

Yoosung★ entered the chat

 Dove: Hey Yoosung★.

Yoosung★: Dove, hey^^.

Yoosung★: Today’s the day you joined the organization.

Yoosung★: Usually at this hour, I would have been playing games…

Yoosung★: but I couldn’t really calm myself down.

Yoosung★: Why don’t we talk more about ourselves?

Dove: Well what would you like to know?

Yoosung★: Well, all Seven told us is that

Yoosung★: you’re a cute girl.

Yoosung★: I want to know… your interests, what you do, and things like that in detail.

Yoosung★: I do want to ask you directly.

Yoosung★: But it does feel a bit too soon for that…

Yoosung★: I would just like to talk to you like this and get to know you gradually.

Dove: I’d like to get to know you better as well.

Yoosung★: A girl who plays lolol and wants to know me

Yoosung★: Are you really real? 

Yoosung★: This isn’t a whole thing of 707 playing a prank is it…?

Dove: Lol I hope not.

Dove: I’m very real, even though I don’t really feel real living in someone else's apartment…

Dove: But I’m excited for the party, I hope I do right by you all.

Yoosung★: I think all the organization members are thinking the same thing.

Yoosung★: If you could do what Rika used to do

Yoosung★: we’d get to host parties again!

Dove: I’ll do my best!

Yoosung★: Do you feel pressured because of everything I’m saying?

Yoosung★: If V donates his photographs, then I’m sure a lot of people will come.

Yoosung★: So you don’t have to worry so much.

Dove: Thank you! 

Yoosung★: Sure!

Yoosung★: Tell me whenever it gets hard!

Yoosung★: I should go play games now!

Yoosung★: There’s a pretty important showdown today.

Yoosung★: Wish me luck so I can win!

Dove: Good luck oh mighty defender of peace!

Yoosung★: Thank u >_<

Yoosung★: Then see ya~!

Yoosung★ has left the chatroom.

 [22:30] 

Yoosung★ entered the chatroom.

 Dove: Yoosung★ your still up?

Yoosung★: Hey, you here too! 

Yoosung★: I can’t believe I’m talking to the new member~

Yoosung★: I still feel dazed.

Yoosung★: I can’t even focus on gaming today.

Yoosung★: I have so much on my mind because of you…

Dove: All good I hope Lolol.

Yoosung★:

Yoosung★:  My mind’s going blank now -_-…

Yoosung★: I can’t get thoughts of you out of my head…

Yoosung★: Haha

Yoosung★: Thank you so much for helping.

Yoosung★: Even tomorrow… you could escape Rika’s apartment…

Yoosung★: Delete this app

Yoosung★: and never talk to us again.

Yoosung★: I would really miss you if that happens.

Yoosung★: Please… don’t abandon us.

Dove: I won’t.

Dove: I promise.

Dove: Beside you owe me a meet up on LoLol!

Yoosung★: Yes! Yes. 

Yoosung★: As soon as everything is settled with party.

Yoosung★: I don’t want to feel like I’m pressuring you too much.

Yoosung★: Oh the time! I best be off, I have an early start tomorrow.

Dove: Goodnight~

Yoosung★: Goodnight!

Yoosung★ has left the chatroom.

[Day 5]

[9:40]

Yoosung★ entered the chat

 Dove: Goodmorning Yoosung!

Yoosung★: Dove, goodmorning^^

Yoosung★: I’m just brushing my teeth!

Yoosung★: Did you… see the photo Seven posted?

Yoosung★: I really miss it…

Yoosung★: It would have been nice if Rika was in the photo too…!

Yoosung★: Seeing the photo makes me get excited about the next party ^^

Dove: You looked so young and different!

Dove: I like your hair blonde, it suits you better!

Yoosung★: You do?!

Yoosung★: I kinda dyed it because....

Yoosung★: I thought it would help get a girlfriend.

Yoosung★: But since you like, that’s got to be a good sign right?

Yoosung★: I’m curious to know what colour hair you have.

Dove: I mean I would show you if 707 gave me image permission.

Dove: But I guess for now you see me like this Dove: [Website Link]

Yoosung★: THAT'S YOU?!

Dove: That was me at the LoLoL convention in the fall.

Dove: I cosplayed as my character.

Yoosung★: C-Cosplay!

Yoosung★: This is all too much.

Yoosung★: A pretty girl who plays LoLoL and cosplays.

Yoosung★: I-

Yoosung★: I have to go! My break is almost over!

Yoosung★: And just when it was all getting good.

Yoosung★: Bye Dove! Yoosung★★ has left the chatroom.

 [14:36]

707 entered the chat.

 Dove: 707~ Hello!

707: Hello!

707: I was scrolling through the chatrooms and saw you almost kill Yoosung★ earlier.

707: I’m still struggling to believe that that's you.

707: Especially since I’m the only one whos seen the real you.

Dove: Well if I could send photos to you all.

Dove: You can’t laugh but…

Dove: I love sharing photos of my food.

Dove: I really want to send some to Yoosung★, he’s always asking and checking I’m eating.

707: For the sake of the apartment location I can’t allow it.

Dove: Oh come on, Mr.Defender of justice!

Dove: I just want to share some snack photos every now and then.

Dove: There’s a vender outside who sells these buns in the shape of fish, stuffed with chocolate!

707: They are-

707: My favourite.

707: Beside HoneyBuddha Chips.

Dove: HoneyBuddha Chips…?

707: You’ve never…?

707: I’ll bring you a bag to the party.

707: Only a bag though.

707: But once you start them, you’ll be addicted to them.

707: Like me.

Dove: I look forward to it!

707: Gahhh.

707: Just got work again….

707: About the photo’s… I’ll see what I can do.

Dove: Thank you 707~

Dove: You're the best!

707: Lol, tell me something I don’t know.

 707 left the chat.

[18:25]

 Dove entered the chat.

 Dove: Yoosung, how was the library?

Yoosung★: Dove, you're here!

Yoosung★: I missed you hehe.

Jumin: You two are really warming it up.

Yoosung★: What are you talking about~!

Dove: Did you guys see about Zen?

Jumin: I saw Zen injuries himself.

Yoosung★: Yeah I saw too.

Yoosung★: Don’t worry Dove, Zen is the kinda guy to bounce straight back!

Jumin: I’m sure it’s torture for him to rest right now.

Jumin: Haha…

Yoosung★: Jumin… I feel like you’re enjoying this…;;

Jumin: Being with Elizabeth the 3rd is always enjoyable.

Yoosung★: Oh, you’re with your cat right now;;

Dove: I once went to a cat cafe!

Dove: I feel like you’d enjoy it Jumin.

Jumin: A cat cafe…

Jumin: I’d rather spend time with that narcissist then eat cat.

Dove: No you silly!

Dove: It’s a cafe where you get to go and eat with cats.

Dove: You can feed them, pet them whilst taking loads of cute photos! It’s really cute.

Dove: Hold up, let me just…

Dove: Look the one fell asleep atop of my head!

Yoosung★: Wait, you can send us photos now?!

Jumin: I need…

Jumin: To ask assistant Kang about investing into one of these…

Jumin: I fear if I went to one, Miss.Elizabeth would become jealous of smelling other cats upon me.

Jumin: But I like this, very much.

Jumin: If you’ll excuse me, I need to make a phone call about producing one of these for Miss.Elizabeth.

Jumin left the chat.

Yoosung★: You are really cute~

Dove: Aha thank you! 

Dove: I had the best time when I went.

Yoosung★: I can’t believe I get to see the real you.

Yoosung★: Before anyone else as well!

Yoosung★: Well except 707 and Jumin… 

Yoosung★: But before the others and the party as well!

Dove: I asked 707 about it earlier.

Dove: I wanted to be able to send you photos of my food, to prove to you I’m eating.

Yoosung★: You asked him so you could send me photos?

Yoosung★: Thank you. MC.

Yoosung★: For appearing in front of me.

MC: Yoosung, you’re cute.

Yoosung★: Me?!

Yoosung★: Guys tend to not like being called cute…

Yoosung★: but why do I feel so strange hearing it from you?

Yoosung★: I should go to bed now. I don’t know if I’ll sleep though…

Yoosung★: Are you going to stay up?

MC: Yes.

Yoosung★: Okay.

Yoosung★: Don’t work too hard ^^

Yoosung★: I feel bad if you’re tired.

Yoosung★: Then I’ll get going!

Yoosung★ has left the chatroom

[shapeshifting-wildcard]

A video is uploaded. A timestamp in the corner reads January 3, 2017.

The video starts as the cameraperson climbs up a series of stairs, emerging into the Shibuya Underground shopping mall. The view pans side to side, like they're looking for something, or maybe someone. As it moves, though, it becomes apparent that there's some sort of smudge on the lens. The cameraperson seems to notice it, too, and takes off the offending pair of familiar glasses. The view gets a bit fuzzy and unfocused, but it's still clear enough to get by if absolutely necessary. A corner of the cameraperson's black shirt is used to wipe away the smudge before the glasses are placed back where they should be.

The cameraperson starts to make their way through the mall, view panning back and forth as they search. People chatter in Japanese all around them, the video picking up snatches of conversation about the people's daily lives. People trying to meet up, complaining about someone sleeping in, things like that. Banners welcoming the arrival of the new year hang overhead, though the cameraperson doesn't seem to be focusing too much on them.

As the cameraperson approaches a clothes store, with the name "Problem Child" written in English with pink neon lights, their attention is drawn to a couple of girls amongst the clothing racks. A brunette with a big puffy blue jacket and black tights, and her much louder companion, mostly hidden behind her from this angle. The only things that stick out at first are her large blonde pigtails, and her skinny jeans. As the cameraperson gets closer, their conversation becomes easier to make out amongst the din. The blonde is congratulating her friend for her accomplishments on the volleyball team, saying something about how it's about time.

The cameraperson stops, just close enough to get a good look at the girls, but noticeably hesitating behind a clothes rack. Neither of them have noticed them yet, and the blonde girl especially looks cheerful. She's all smiles and excitement.

The cameraperson turns away, maybe intending to continue on instead, but that's when the blonde notices them.

"Jou?" Jou's focus returns to the blonde girl as she excitedly waves him over. "Over here!"

There's a very soft sigh from Jou, only audible because of the camera's obvious proximity, but he dutifully steps around the clothing rack and approaches the two girls. His blonde-haired, blue-eyed friend beams excitedly at him, while the girl with her smiles and offers him a friendly nod of greeting.

"Hey, it's been a while since you've seen Shiho, right?"

"Long time no see, Inojita-kun," the brunette, Shiho, says. "Do you remember me?"

Jou digs out his phone and brings up the notepad app, typing in, "Suzui Shiho, right?"

Shiho's eyes widen in a look of genuine surprise as he holds his reply up for her to see. "Wow, you remembered me? I transferred out so early in the semester we didn't get much of a chance to talk."

"Of course he remembers you!" the blonde girl interjects, gently elbowing Shiho. "He has to remember, what with all the bragging I've done." She stands a little straighter, her face and posture practically radiating pride. "I've told him all about how amazing my BFF is at volleyball!"

"Oh, Ann," Shiho says, her cheeks slowly turning as pink as her scarf. Jou glances at her, giving her a look that causes her to turn even redder and tug the edge of her scarf over her face.

"BFFs, huh?" Jou types into the notepad and angles the screen so only Shiho can see it. Shiho's face is practically as red as Ann's scarf now.

"Shiho was the MVP at the big meet the other day, too," Ann continues, seemingly oblivious to the other two's side conversation. She keeps gushing about all of Shiho's latest volleyball accomplishments, and her plans to return to Shujin soon. Shiho's posture becomes more bashful, but she shoots Ann adoring looks between remarks.

"Everything's just perfect!" Ann proclaims.

"Perfect, huh?" Jou stares at his screen for a moment as Ann continues gushing. "I guess you don't need m"

Jou's fingers hover over the phone's artificial keyboard, the sentence half finished. He deletes the whole thing and starts typing something else instead. "Is everything fine?"

Ann blinks at the question as he holds it up for her to see. "Uhh... yeah, I think it's fine?"

"Are you sure you haven't forgotten anything?"

Ann blinks. Shiho glances between the screen and Ann, looking very confused.

"Forgotten? Uh, wait a sec, what do you mean by that?" Ann tilts her head to one side, fixing Jou with a vaguely concerned look. "Is something up? You're acting kinda weird."

It takes Jou a few moments to figure out what to say. "Didn't Shiho almost—" "Do you remember what Kamoshida—" "Don't you remember why Shiho le—"

"You're running away from the truth."

Ann scoffs, looking a little offended. "I—I'm not running away! I'm not running away from anything! Shiho's back, we're happier than ever, nothing bad's happening... what's wrong so with that?"

"Are you happy?"

"Of course I am!" Ann snaps back. "Of course it's fine! This is how I want things to be!"

Jou pulls his phone back, hugging it to his chest. Something in his expression must have changed, judging from the concerned looks Ann and Shiho give him.

"Are... are you okay, Inojita-kun?" Shiho lowers her scarf a bit as she looks him over.

Ann suddenly winces, like a painful memory just came to mind. She holds a hand to her head and looks away, just as the video ends.

[nervous-ninja]

Untitled (for now)

Kind of a part one of a one-shot. The second part of this is currently locked on a bricked coputer that I am hoping to be able to recover before I start rewriting it. 

Forgive me, I have not written like this in a long time. This is entirely for fun so not to be taken too seriously. 

Mew was trying for very hard to convince himself everything was fine. It wasn’t fine. 

“Cut!” Pique, the director, called out. “Again please.”

Another take. Mew took a deep breath and exhaled slowly though his nose. The scene that should have easily been done in two takes had somehow dragged into double digits. There wasn’t anything complicated or difficult about it. A short and simple shot of Tharn and Type at home in the evening. Type was supposed hold Tharn’s face, “I missed you” he would say, then cue a kiss. Nothing overly intense or complicated. A scene of domesticity punctuated by a kiss to communicate the particular sense of comfort and familiarity, the way messy and clumsy passions of early relationships ebb into something more deeply rooted, familiar, uncomplicated….

“Goddamnit!” Gulf cursed and let go of Mew’s face.

“Cut!” The director called again and an audible collective grunt of frustration resounded through the set. “OK everyone, let’s take five.”

Gulf slumped over, his face buried in his hands to muffle a flurry of mild curses, his right leg rapidly tapping the ground.

“Hey…Nong” Mew began, instinctively reaching a hand to rest on Gulf’s back, but his next words stuck in his throat as Gulf recoiled from him and abruptly stood up.  Without thinking Mew grabbed his wrist. “Gulf!” he exclaimed, his voice a lot louder than he meant it to be.

The younger man hesitated. He stared at Mew’s hand on his wrist as if at some strange animal. It occurred to Mew then that the whole set had gone quiet and were conspicuously avoiding looking in their directions.  “Let go please, Phi” Gulf said stiffly without meeting Mew’s eyes. His tone so uncharacteristically cold that Mew, startled, complied. He watched wide eyed as Gulf stormed off towards Mame and Pique. 

---

For three days Mew tried to convince himself there was nothing wrong and that he simply needed to stop overthinking things. When Gulf’s responses to his LINE messages became unusually short and perfunctory, single word answers, punctuated by long, painful waiting for any reply at all that sent Mew’s stomach into knots, Mew told himself it was fine. They were busy after all. Busier than they had ever been. More and more they were each branching out on their own. Between that and the shooting starting for season 2 they barely had time to catch their break. Mew himself had been more tired than usual. That’s all it was. It had to be.

When every call made went to voicemail and every attempt to do a video chat was rejected with a polite reason through text, like:

-- Sorry Phi, still at dance practice; Sorry Phi, dinner with family; Sorry Phi, need to sleep -- Mew told himself these were all perfectly reasonable excuses. Reasons, rather. They were very good reasons.

Don’t overthink it, he told himself again and again, even as found it harderand harder to eat. You know him. You trust him. He kept reminding himself as he compulsively shut down and restarting his LINE app just in case.

If something was wrong he would tell you. He tried to convince himself even as the lump in his throat became a rock in his chest and kept him awake and tossing into early hours of the morning.  

Calm down. He urged himself even as he rewound days and weeks in his head looking for clues to what he might have done to cause this. Terrified he missed something crucial. Terrified he messed up...again. Three whole days of this.

Last night as he lay awake at 2am he tried to convince himself it would all be fine. It was just that they hadn’t seen each other in far longer than any other time since they start their roles as Tharn and Type. He missed Gulf. He was looking forward to the next few days of shooting. They were scheduled to be on set together the whole time.  Once they saw each other finally things would be like before.  He couldn’t wait to fall back into their familiar patterns: their teasing and laughter, the way they always knew what the other was thinking with a single look, the easy way they fell into and around each other and how those moments felt like home. There were other things he looked forward to, things he often stopped short of dwelling on because these thoughts lead to rooms in Mews heart he wasn’t strong enough to go looking in, like:

The way they sometime abandoned themselves to their roles until the roles just became convenient excuses for….

Gulf’s over eager, hungry kisses that Mew relished and reigned in with reluctance before he lost himself completely and….

The way his Nong shyly broke eye contact after an intimate scene because the feeling overwhelmed him and it was all Mew could do not to…

He shook his head to clear it.

It was nearly 4 am by the time he finally fell asleep. Though calling what he did sleep would be somewhat generous.

In the morning Mew dragged himself to set. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this tired. For a moment he thought only of finding Gulf and taking him into his arms. This eagerness was quickly replaced by dread when he finally found him, but instead of coming to meet him, Gulf turned around and walked out of the room. 

When they were finally all but forced to be face to face because that is what the scene called for, Gulf greeted Mew with all the warmth one might show a store clerk. Yet still, Mew told himself that he was reading too much into things.  He tried to ignore the way his head ached, and his jaw tightened and his heart lurched when Gulf stiffened the first time Mew tried to touch him. 

Whatever flimsy wall of denial Mew had tried so desperately to build up till now had crumbled into a pathetic heap as pulled away from him with again.

 Something was wrong. Undeniably, unmistakably wrong.

“Wait!” Mew shot up and quickly closed the distance between them, interrupting the conversation Gulf was having with the director and Mame. He saw them both notice the way Gulf stepped back from him when he came close and it was all he could do not to panic. “Um, can you give us a second?” He asked politely of the two seniors.

“Will you tell me what the hell is going on?” Mew demanded, as soon as he felt they were out of earshot. The pleading in his own voice surprised him. “Would you look at me, please?” he added, fighting to restrain the tremor in his voice as he fought the muscle memory to reach out to him. 

Finally Gulf raised his eyes and for a moment Mew thought he saw Gulf’s face soften before he seemed to recover himself.  

“Nothing is going on. I asked if I can have a few minutes with the acting coach.” Gulf replied with feigned ease. Then, as if remembering, “You did great today.” he added and made such a poor attempt at a casual smile that Mew would have laughed if it hadn’t felt like a punch to the gut to realise Gulf, his Gulf, was lying to him. Mew opened his mouth to speak but could find now words.  Before Mew could protest, Gulf turned and walked off the set.

“Mew?”

It was P’Mame. She looked concerned.

“You ok?” She asked “I’ve been calling your name.” She said. “You’ve just been…standing there for a solid minute.” She added carefully. 

“Oh. Sorry. Yes I’m fine.” Mew gave a quick bow. “What’s going on?”

“Did N’Gulf tell you already?” She asked.

“Tell me what?” Mew asked, running a shaky hand through his hair. He was beginning to be very tired of being confused.

“We are not going to do any more takes of this scene today. He asked if we could shoot this one tomorrow.” She glanced at her watch “Since we don’t have a lot of time left today for anything else, P’Pique wants to do a few pickup shots of you from Scene 14. Is that alright?”

Mew looked at her for a moment, his mind turning over the last few minutes, waiting any of this to make sense and for the rushing pounding of blood in his ears to subside.

“N’Mew? Are you sure you’re ok?” She asked gently, putting a hand on his arm.

“Yes. Fine. Of course.” Mew stuttered a reply.  

When Mame narrowed her eyes at him and did not let go he tried again. 

“I’m fine. Really. Just…you know…. “ He trailed off hoping she would fill in the blanks and flashed what he hoped was a reassuring smile. He couldn’t be sure, but her expression suggested that whatever he looked like, reassuring was far from it. 

“Really. Just tired.” He said awkwardly. “I’ll go change now.”

“OK. One of the PAs will get you in five minutes for makeup.” She said, resigned.

Mew was grateful that these were only pick up shots. He tried to focus on the work and fought the urge to keep looking around or checking his phone every chance he got. Gulf never came back on set. As soon as Pique called it a day Mew catapulted off, rushing through his thank you’s, apologies and goodnights. He caught one of the PAs as she rushed passed him.

“Excuse me, Phi. Did N’Gulf go back already?” he asked her.

“I don’t think so. He was back there with P’Mame watching the dailies last I checked” She replied,nodding in the direction of the editing room. When Mew got there, the room was empty. 

There were no messages from Gulf and for a moment Mew reached for anger to try and dull the ache that was quickly becoming too steady in his chest. It hurt less to be angry. It worked for only a moment. When he saw no sign of Gulf’s things in the dressing area either, the anger he was holding on to gave way to simple, clear, sharp dread.

He paced the room as he dialled Gulf’s number. The call went straight to voicemail. Fuck. Mew thought

-- Mew: We need to talk.

He quickly typed into LINE and watched the message status change to read. He waited. Deciding suddenly to sit down before standing up again almost immediately. Time seemed to slow to a crawl.

-- Mew: I can’t make it right if I don’t know what I did.  He added when he could no longer bear the wait. Seconds felt like hours.

The “read”  confirmation hung there, mocking him.

He was about to send a more colourfully worded message when he saw the indicator that Gulf was typing a response.

-- Gulf: Can I stay at yours tonight?

Mew blinked in confusion and reread the message. “Gulf.” he groaned with annoyance.

-- Mew: We. Need. To. Talk.

He replied. This time the answer came quickly.

-- Gulf: Not like this. Tonight. Can I?

Well, Mew thought, at least they were getting somewhere.

-- Mew: Yes. Fine. Where are you?

-- Gulf: In the car. I took your keys.

Mew shoved tomorrow’s call sheet into his bag and all but ran towards the parking lot.

To be continued....

Update: part 2 now available here

[lesbiancarat]

Oohh true, true! Plus we do have the comeback soon so that also means it won't be very soon? It has gotten very confusing very fast thats for sure lol but your post did confirm and clear things up. I'm curious to see how it will play out, we have the new series which is not related to the new comeback but its own thing. Maybe it will tell a story? That would be interesting to see! As for the solos, we all thought side by side would be apart of it so it seems to be more random per se? We can only wait and see!

Lol I'm not alone with tbe app buying then haha but oohh yeah I also noticed that! I think Amazon used to not have the choice of picking which version for some albums so to see other stores give that option is nice! Im guessing the ones from western stores are cou ted to billboard more than Korean charts based on when bts and nct sold their albums in the states so that is good! You are helping them chart in some way (also a daily reminder to fans to please don't stress about streaming! I know we're not at the comeback just yet but please have fun with the comeback!)

*hugs you* thank you! I am going tl try to power up the game tonight and play a lil bit (wish me luck. Game can be tricky lol) I feel like once I complete the game, it will be my proper goodbye to her in a way. Indeedy, sadly what happened did happen. As much as I would like to turn back time, we have to move on. Of course healing however we can, keeping yourself positive and just keep swimming as it was said in finding Nemo lol (ignore the cheese) she was a happy bunny, a rascal as well like oh my gosh hdjabxjs she LOVED causing chaos but it made things fun! That's what's important! Remember all the happy times not the sad ones. I wheezed xD rip the papers in the house. My bunny was the same though she preferred to chew on cables, specifically headphones like I lost 4 pairs from her and she always was able to find them even if I hid them away from her on my bed lol. I swore she had some gps for headphones haha. Thats a sweet frame your mom made! Also your new meow meow, sending good vibes your way! Looks like a very cuddly cat to me in that pic

Ps happy 6 years with the 13 beans!! :D here's to amazing more memories! Hopefully we can be fans for as old as Gandalf haha. Also I read other asks about enlistment and my oh my, I never thought it was THAT quick for the boys!! Like it never clicked to me until now

yeah, we probably won't see another TTT solo until after Your Choice promotions have died down ;-; in regard to Power of Love my prediction is that it's more theme based rather than one story, bc that's how SVT tend to do things like how heng:garae, semicolon, and hitorijanai were all a part of Svt's "youth" theme, but this time the "love" theme is more official? or maybe not more official but just marketed more obviously dhfj but who knows! maybe SVT will switch it up and have a storyline for this project ^^ and i think the TTT solos aren't necessarily random, it's more just with jun and minghaos things are a bit different since they already release solos marketed toward the Chinese market (even though side by side had a kr version). like i think it's possible that jun and minghao had their solos in the works before they came up w the concept of TTT and the release just happened to line up with spider/the start of TTT. so i guess what I'm saying is china line are the only ones that might get confusing, i think if solos get announced for other members they'll likely be part of TTT

and yeah it looks like sales from most if not all of the US retailers are gonna count toward the billboard charts! i think i also saw there was one place that would count toward billboard and one of the kr charts too but i can't remember specifics. if you/anyone wants me to look into what retailers count for which charts just let me know and I'll look into it ^^

good luck with your game! i know you sent this yesterday so you probably already played some of it but i hope it went well!! but omg a GPS for headphones DHFKGJ your bunny sounds really cute even if she was a bit mischievous :')

yes happy 6th anniversary!! i haven't been around the whole time but it's still so hard it's been so long. and yes hopefully we'll all be together with SVT for a long time, here's to hoping that one caratland skit of SVT as old men will come true DHFKFJ

and yeah not a lot of ppl have started talking about Svt's enlistment yet djfkfj tbf it is still somewhat early, i think carats are right to focus on the present for the time being rather than counting down the days. i just randomly thought of it :')