#but... i do need more monies and i do like the idea of not spending a ton on gas bc of my commute

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crybaby (explicit)

genre: all pwp all smut babeyyyyyy

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: your boyfriend has always mixed his pleasure with pain.

word count: 4.3k

contains: explicit sexual content!!!!!! like that's the whole fic lmao 😵‍💫 established relationship, marathon sex, wrist restraints/bondage, cocky yet eager sub!jungkook 🥵, soft dom!reader but she can be a lil tough, clothed tit play, objectification, she calls him bunny which i think is cute 🥺, spitting, dick riding, unprotected sex, fingers in mouth, humping/grinding, jk has a nipple piercing 🙈, overstimulation/multiple orgasms - for both of them hehe, vibrator use, jungkook (and reader!) pushing himself to his limits bc..... he's jungkook, he cries 🥲, reader finds it hot 👀, a lottttt of sweat & cum lol, cum licking/eating, blowjob, maybe some subspace if you squint, winners never quit 💪, talk of coming dry at the end, jk is kind of a little shit lmaooooo - alright i think that's it 😩

A/N: not me barely managing to get this up before the ticket sales start 😅 happy hunger games to y'all who have codes!!! this fic is a birthday gift to my love, my angel, my cunning linguist @moni-logues 💜 HAPPY (yesterday) BIRTHDAY bb, can't wait to marry you on our first date, it is the joy of my life to build castles in the air with you~

and god bless jk for his lives the past few weeks bc they breathed so much life into this regular degular "sub!jk" fic idea. i'm v obsessed with his personality and the way he always pushes himself "just a little more", whether it's in staying up til 5 am singing karaoke on his couch or giving his absolute all in a workout. just so in love with our bunny tbh, so i hope you enjoy this spicy version of him too!! 🥰

read on AO3!

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You know your boyfriend has always mixed his pleasure with pain.

He stays up late even when he’s exhausted, likes to do his workouts to failure, could spend hours in a tattoo session with the needle pressed to his skin and his bones humming from the buzz. Always holding out for as long as he can, always wanting just a little bit more before he calls it quits, even when it’s hard, even when it hurts. Because he wants to test his limits.

And today, you want to test them, too.

That’s why you text him to meet you in the bedroom, let him find you in nothing but one of his oversized Carhartt shirts, kneeling up on the bed as you affix a pair of purple silk restraints to the headboard.

There’s the soft creak of the mattress from Jungkook’s added weight, and you feel the heat of him as he crowds you from behind, hands dragging up the curve of your hips and taking the hem of your borrowed shirt with it.

“This was the emergency, huh?” The low murmur of his voice is chased by the cool touch of his lip ring as he drags his mouth up the nape of your neck. A blossom of arousal starts to unfurl in your core. “Wanted to use these?”

“Yeah,” you answer, feigning nonchalance as you give the silk a firm tug to test that it holds. Satisfied, you let yourself sink back into Jungkook’s touch, dropping your head against his shoulder and smiling when he leans down to brush his lips over yours. He hums a soft little sound into your mouth.

You cup your hand to the nape of his neck when you pull away to finish the thought. “Thought we could try them on you.”

The words are seemingly all your boyfriend needs to hear; he drops down onto the mattress so hard that he bounces a little. You can’t help but laugh at the way he scrambles to strip out of his sweatshirt, like he’s being timed, then hurriedly centers himself on the pillows, eyes glinting dark with desire.

When you first started talking to Jungkook, everything about him made you expect that he would be the one to call the shots. The good looks, the tattoos and piercings, the muscles— and definitely the motorcycle. But once you’d sat across from him at dinner on your first official date, only to watch him blush and fumble his way through a conversation, you started to suspect that maybe he preferred to follow rather than lead.

That thought was certainly confirmed the next time you saw him out in public: it’d been a full two weeks since your first date, with nothing but radio silence between you since. You were admittedly maybe a little too drunk when you spotted him out with his friends at the same bar you’d been dragged to by yours— drunk enough to have no problem walking right up to him to read him for filth, in front of all of his friends, for ghosting you.

Except he’d just blinked those big brown eyes up at you, mouth dropped open in disbelief, and quietly admitted that he’d been waiting all this time for you to text him.

One of his friends had clapped him on the back, laughing loudly as he corroborated Jungkook’s confession. “He’s been having midnight karaoke pity parties because he never heard from you. Please take this boy out again before his neighbors have him evicted!”

That night told you everything you needed to know about how the dynamics in your relationship would work out. That if you wanted something, there was a very good chance Jungkook wanted it, too.

Which is why it doesn’t surprise you that your boyfriend is already sprawled out half-naked on the bed beneath you, arms folded behind his head in a way that makes his biceps bulge, dangerously attractive.

His mouth pulls into a cocky, flirtatious grin. “Ah, so you wanna use me?”

“I do,” you murmur, straddling your thighs over his torso and leaning up to take the smooth purple silk between your fingers. He offers you one hand before you even have to ask for it, and takes advantage of the other’s last few minutes of freedom to paw at you over your shirt. His tattooed fingers seek out your breast and squeeze, his thumb flicking lazy strokes over your nipple.

You tug the knot of the restraint to tighten it, then look back just as Jungkook closes his lips around the clothed bud of your breast. The rough drag of cotton against your sensitive skin makes you hot all over, your nipple stiffening easily at the rub of his insistent tongue.

“How’s that? Too tight?”

He smirks with your tit still in his mouth, soaking a wet spot into your shirt, teeth scraping gently. “Could be tighter.”

“You are such a show-off,” you huff, more endeared than aggravated as you redo the knot, this time as tight as you can manage. Jungkook pulls against it teasingly, but it does actually seem to hold him in place, and you can feel a dull thud between your legs at the flex of his muscles on full display, the image of him already half-helpless beneath you.

“I’m Jeon Jungkook,” he says, as if in explanation, giving your breast a final playful jiggle before you tug his other hand off to tie it up, too.

“Well, Jeon Jungkook,” you retort with a smirk and a grunt of effort as you lean over him to tug the knot tight. You glance down to find him already using the leverage of his restraints to pull himself up so that he can continue to nuzzle his face into your shirt between your tits, abdominals shaking a little from the effort, undeterred despite the loss of both of his hands.

You take his jaw in your grip and scoot yourself further down his body, dipping in to plant a kiss on his soft lips.

“Are you gonna be a good little toy for me?”

“Uh-huh,” he grunts, and you enjoy the tease of hovering just past where he can reach, watching him strain up toward your mouth to seek another kiss and fall ever so short.

You can feel arousal already dripping from your folds as you slide further down the bed, slipping off from on top of Jungkook to easily rid him of his joggers and briefs. His dick smacks against his stomach, thick and hard; wet, too, at the pretty brown tip. You toss his clothes over the edge of the bed, then strip your own shirt to follow before lowering yourself between his spread legs.

The muscles in Jungkook’s thighs tighten with visible anticipation as you hover above his cock, letting the heat of your breath fan out over him, not unlike the warm afternoon air leaking in through the cracked bedroom window, the first taste of spring. You can hear the wet clicks of Jungkook’s tongue in his mouth.

“Easy, bunny,” you murmur, and then you work up a mouthful of saliva and spit it right onto the head of his dick.

He hisses in a breath at the splatter of it, then gasps a soft little sound when you take him in your hand to slip your fist down the length of him. That’s Jungkook all over; always so eager, always so sensitive.

“What do you think?” you muse, your mouth ticking up as you feel Jungkook’s hips roll into your grasp. “Think it’s ready for me, baby?”

“‘Sready,” he grunts, teeth clenched. “Use it, jagi.”

You waste no time, crawling back up Jungkook’s body to settle your hips over his, flattening your palms against his chest. He’s still squirming, thighs flexing against the bed as he rocks up in a desperate attempt to find the wet heat of your cunt, and you giggle as you work yourself backwards until the head of his dick catches on your entrance.

It’s a bit of a stretch, but you’re wet enough to take it. You bite down on a smug smile as you manage to seat yourself on him hands-free.

“Fuck, love when you do that.” Jungkook’s voice is a low growl, and you slide a hand up the firm definition in his chest and slowly start to rock yourself along his length. His cock fills you up like he was made for it; you can feel every detail of him drag against your ridges, trailing sparks of pleasure as you tilt your hips to drive him right into your sweet spot.

Jungkook’s head kicks back against the pillow as a groan rips through him. There’s a gentle crease in his brow, furrowed in the way that tells you it’s so good: the tight heat of your pussy, the slick stretch of it when you work it on him. You ride him rough, make him take it like a good boy.

Another noise stutters out of Jungkook, chased this time by a huff of breath that it takes you a second to realize is a laugh, the tone caught halfway between shy and horny. You watch the way he squirms, restless against his restraints, like he can’t help himself.

He answers before you can ask. “The way your tits— fuckin’ bounce— fuck, I wanna touch you.”

The feeling sinks in as you watch him writhe beneath you, as you shove your hips back harder to pull more desperate sounds out of him. It’s fun, not letting him have what he wants, makes you drip that much more down the length of him.

“You can’t.”

“I know,” he grunts, wrists tugging uselessly. “It’s hot— that I can’t.”

“It is,” you concede, feigning composure despite the hitch in your breath, the way you’re already close to the edge and pushed that much closer by having Jungkook like this. Tied up, all yours, free to do with as you please.

And still fighting against his fucking restraints.

“Think I could rip these?”

It’s like your body acts faster than your pleasure-driven mind can keep up with: all at once, you’re tracing the pouted curve of Jungkook’s bottom lip, then slipping two fingers past it into the heat of his mouth.

“Shh, bunny,” you murmur. He blinks up at you, glassy-eyed as you pet over his tongue, all lush and wet on your fingertips. “Toys don’t talk.”

You press down more firmly as if for emphasis, enjoying how his soft parts give so easily to your touch, and then Jungkook outright moans around your fingers in his mouth.

The needy little sound makes your pussy pulse hot between your thighs.

“Fuck,” you hiss as you take him to the hilt, changing the stroke of your hips to grind against your toy, used solely to get yourself off now. Humping, really, rubbing your clit over the smooth skin of his abdomen where he’s blooming feverglow, flushed with need. Jungkook’s eyes flicker back in his head at the way your pussy’s taking him, squeezed tight like a vice and gushing wet. Working raw sounds out of him, his jaw gone slack; you can feel the blunt edge of his teeth and his heavy, shaky breath on the palm of your hand.

Your thighs shift to spread wider and the next drag of your clit is at just the right angle that pleasure surges up in you, undeniable, overwhelming. It’s all you can do now to chase your release, to keep rocking yourself into it, Jungkook’s thick cock plugged up inside of you and drool slicking out of his mouth to drip down your wrist.

“Gonna make myself come on my pretty little toy,” you manage to gasp.

Jungkook’s eyes find yours, burning intensity, the way he gets, and then he closes his lips tight around your fingers in his mouth and sucks, as if he’s begging to be used, and it sends you over the edge all at once. Your head tips back as your orgasm kicks through you, white noise pleasure, enough to get lost in.

Hips still rolling, you grind yourself through it, the waves of your climax swelling and receding again, until you finally drop forward against Jungkook’s chest, breathless and buzzing all over.

You let your fingers slip out of his mouth, exhale a laugh as they skip over the defined ridges of his stomach when you wipe your hand dry, taking full advantage of the fact that he’s powerless to stop you.

“Shit, that was hot.”

Jungkook’s voice is hoarse with desire as you shift to find the curve of his neck under your mouth, trailing kisses until your lips brush over the pretty lines of ink just behind his ear. He’s still thick and stiff inside you, with a steady pulse-throb that tells you how badly he needs to come, how worked up he is from being used as your personal hump-toy.

“Yeah,” you echo, paired with a tentative rock of your hips that makes your cunt flutter, overstimulated, tugs a little whine out of Jungkook, too. Your tongue feels thick in your mouth as you breathe against his flushed skin.

“Think I— wanna keep using my toy. Kinda feel like being greedy.”

Jungkook’s cock twitches, shameless, at your admission, again when you flick a thumb over the silver jewelry studded through his nipple. There’s a part of you that wants to keep him like this, his leaking-hard dick filling you up while you purr nasty shit in his ear, just to see if he can come from it.

“Might ride it until I break it.” You scrape your teeth up his neck and he moans. “Gonna take all I can give you, bunny?”

His throat jumps visibly as he swallows, fights to gasp a desperate “uh-huh”. Answers with his body, too, arching up to press himself deeper into you, rubbing the slick, hot tip of his cock into your front wall in just the right way to melt pleasure down your spine. You reward his eager submission with a soft kiss, then lick along the seam of his lips, enjoying the sweet little noises that pour into your mouth when you open him up.

Still intertwined, his tongue stroking over yours, your hand goes fumbling for the nightstand, comes away with the slender cylinder of your vibrator, and switches it on before slipping it down to press between your bodies.

“Oh my god,” Jungkook groans as you nestle the shuddering bullet between your folds and find the bud of your clit. You know he can feel it too from the way his hips jerk beneath you, the steady buzz engulfing his cock as you squeeze your pussy around him, all lush sensitivity from your first orgasm. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“You can.” The words are hardly more than a warm exhale from your mouth to his, your lips brushing. “But I’m not gonna stop.”

You don’t give him time to respond or even heave in another gasp of air before your thumb finds the button at the base of your vibrator, clicks it once, then again.

“F— ahh!”

Jungkook’s body jolts like a live wire as he falls apart beneath you. You sit up to take in the whole of him, your free palm slipping to the jut of his hip, fingertips splayed out and pressed heavy to anchor.

Pinned down and helpless, he trembles through the hot rush of his release, dick buried deep and pulsing as it all comes spilling out of him.

“That’s it, baby,” you coo. Your nails scratch lovingly against his skin to coax him out of it— taking such good care of your toy. His breath is punching out of his chest in these ragged, overwhelmed gasps, sweat glittering at his temples while he whimpers through the comedown. So fucking beautiful like this.

The hum of the vibrator rolls through you, strong enough with the change in angle that your eyes drop shut to focus on the feeling.

Jungkook whines when you circle your hips with him still tucked up inside of you— it’s a wrecked little noise, high and sweet, underscored by the thick squelch of his cum starting to leak back down his shaft. Your thighs tense just right from the filthy sound of it, and then it’s all throbbing velvet glow in your core as you clench up and come on his cock again.

“Fuuuuuck, bunny,” you groan up to the ceiling, your head tipped back as it washes over you. “God, yeah.”

You flick the vibrator off when it gets to be too much, let it go rolling down the mattress— the bedroom feels bigger for the silence. Sweat slicks at the back of your knees, warm spring breeze still licking through the window to flutter the sheer-gauze curtains.

You’re fluttering too, all over: the kick of your heartbeat, the breath stuttering out of your lungs. The throb of your cunt, split open and drooling out juice, messy-wet fresh fruit.

The sound of the bedsheets shifting has your lashes flickering open again, and there’s Jungkook. Dark hair fanned out on the pillow, wrists bound, and that look in his eyes. Like he can take a little more. Like he’s waiting for your cue. Like there’s this whole-heart want brimming up inside of him, making his blood run hot.

He’s still hard between your legs.

“Go on then,” you tell him. “Give me another one.”

With a concentrated growl, Jungkook flattens his feet to the bed, grips tighter to his restraints for leverage, and starts to pound up into you. You can feel an overstimulated shudder in the stroke of his hips, how his cockhead twitches, sensitive, as it rubs over your g-spot. But he doesn’t stop; doesn’t even lose his rhythm.

He fucks you like a machine, and it’s all you can do to brace your palms against his chest and tip forward, rocking yourself down to meet him thrust for thrust.

The harsh slap of body on body is almost enough to drown out the rest: your open-mouthed panting, Jungkook’s groan when your nails dig crescent moon slivers into his tan skin, the gravel edge to your words, “Yeah, like that, fuck me just like that.”

It takes you a second to notice, the sound buried beneath it all, but then it floats through— Jungkook’s sucking his breath in through his teeth now, his jaw tight. You can see the jump of a muscle working there.

“Does it hurt, baby?” you gasp, more air than voice.

Jungkook’s head drops back against the pillow, brow pinched from the focus of keeping his pace steady. He’s breathless, too, when he answers: “Feels good.”

“Feels good because it hurts, huh? Is that how you like it?”

A strangled noise tears out of his throat, and he shoves up even harder, like he wants to fuck you into the shape of him. You splay one hand over the column of his throat and watch his pretty brown eyes blink-blink back at you, and then you have to bury your moans in the crook of his neck as you come hard.

The world around you returns a little at a time. First, the tremble of your tired thighs, the dull ache that’s already started to bloom at the bend of your knees. Then, Jungkook’s body curved up against yours, hips still slow-rolling as you exhale in hot, jagged bursts against his skin. There’s the distinct drip of his cum sliding out of you, and all the sticky-wet places where it’s slicked up the swell of your ass.

“Shit,” you laugh when you manage to find the breath for it. “That was crazy.”

Jungkook shifts a little, but doesn’t respond, and then he makes this wet, soft gasp. You realize he’s shaking beneath you.

You sit up so fast the room spins; your tether is Jungkook’s face, cupped lovingly now between your palms.

“Oh, baby.”

A fat teardrop traces a path down his cheek. Another threatens the dark border of his lashes. He can’t wipe them away with his wrists tied up, but you can see him trying to hold back even as a sob shudders through him, his chest heaving.

“You okay, my love?” you murmur, swiping a thumb across his face. He sniffles, nods, hiccups a little. The tip of his nose is flushed pink. “Shoulda told me to stop, if it was too much.”

“It feels good,” he insists, and his voice cracks around the words. “It’s just a lot. But ‘m not— don’t wanna stop.”

“No? You sure?”

Jungkook sucks his lip ring into his mouth as he nods again, sniffs again. That sends a bolt of something through you.

“You’ve been so good to me,” you praise, and you tip your ass back until his softening cock slips out, smeared glossy-white with your shared release. Jungkook’s still wound-up, pulled so tight inside himself that he flinches when you slip a hand down to ease his legs apart, sliding lower on the bed to slot yourself between them.

“Can I take care of you, bun?” The question’s posed sweetly, chased with a flutter of your lashes and kisses dropped down on the flat plane of his abdomen. “I’ll be gentle.”

He whimpers— answers in the way his hips lift up to meet your mouth.

Your hands press flat to Jungkook’s broad thighs, and you can feel the overwhelmed static-shiver beneath your palms, little tremors that jolt through his muscles. Head dipped low, you drag your tongue up his length and it punches a thick sob out of him, hips stirring like he’s trying to crawl up the bed. But you just keep going, pin him down and make him take it, working broad flat stripes over the whole of his shaft, root to tip. Tasting him, salt and slick and your own heady flavor; you lick him clean.

Jungkook comes quietly this time, feet flexing restless on the bed as you tongue it all out of him. You swipe two fingers through the mess on his stomach and suck that up, too.

Humming around the digits in your mouth, you surface from between Jungkook’s legs to take him in: eyes closed, face wet with tears. You can see the rise and fall of his chest as he gasps for air, shaky, coming down from it.

“Alright baby,” you soothe, shifting up to straddle his chest, knees sinking into the sheets. “All done now, just breathe. Gonna untie you.”

Reaching up, you gently tug open the knot on one restraint, then the other, easing Jungkook’s limp arms to the mattress. Your thumbs find his wrists to massage soft love-circles in case he’s gone numb there, gently coaxing him back to earth.

“Did so good for me, bunny.”

There’s a whimper, and then Jungkook’s surging up to kiss you, forceful enough that you give a little hum of surprise against his lips.

His hands are all over you, all at once, tugging at your legs to drag them forward until you’re flat on your back on the mattress. Your sore thighs shake when he shoves them up and apart, and then a sharp buzz rolls right over the bud of your clit and you keen. Fuck, when did he even grab the vibrator?

“Wanna make you come again,” he pants, and you smile even as your spine arches off the bed. Of course. You should’ve known.

It’s Jungkook all over, you think, hyper-focused on your pleasure even when he’s out of commission, and then you feel the head of his cock push inside and you both gasp. Your cunt aches, so swollen that it’s like he’s stretching you out all over again when you take him to the hilt.

“Oh my god,” you breathe. Jungkook’s hips snap, punctuated by a strangled grunt of effort, but he keeps going, making soft little sweet-pain whines with every thrust, brow scrunched as he brute-forces his way well past overstimulation.

He’s still crying, you realize.

Tears roll down his face and drip onto your collarbone, and everything’s somehow hotter for it. His length is slick, painted in the stored-up remnants of his cum, and you can hear the squish of your folds at the base of his cock each time he fucks it all back into you, so dirty it makes your head spin.

“J-just like that, baby,” you groan, overwhelmed; you can barely get the words out. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Jungkook buries his face in the crook of your neck, and you can feel him shaking, dripping, still rabbiting his hips into you, and then the hum of pleasure reverberating through your body explodes. Your clit throbs with an orgasm that feels endless, dizzying, divine. Jungkook outright sobs as your walls pulse pulse pulse around him, begging for every last drop.

When it’s all too much, you swat at his hand, mumbling shapes that aren’t words until the vibrator’s switched off and tossed away. He pulls out with a thick wet sound and the hiss of his breath between his teeth.

Together, you come down slow. Exhaling staccato, limbs tangled, bodies flushed and sweat-sticking.

Jungkook moves first: flops onto the mattress next to you, entirely exhausted, the way you’ve seen him get after a particularly rough workout. Scrubs at his face with one hand, this shy laugh fluttering out of him. “Can’t believe I cried. Ah, so embarrassing.”

You turn onto your side, tugging his hand away so you can press a kiss to his open palm. “Don’t ask me why but… in the moment? Very hot, actually.” A flush colors his cheeks and you giggle. “My perfect little crybaby.”

He flashes you his signature cocky grin, eyes squeezing shut as it morphs into something nearer to a wince. “Fuck, I’m so sweaty.” A breathless gasp, again. “And my dick hurts. I think I came dry that last time.”

“Poor baby,” you coo, not quite sincere. “You really could’ve stopped at… what, three?”

Eyes closed and still smirking, he shakes his head, damp hair falling in his face. “No I couldn’t have— I’m Jeon Jungkook.”

“You certainly are.”

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Project 2025 will kill you. Yes, you. Sections 11-15 (of 30)

So I've been reading Project 2025 so you don't have to, and I'm going to report on everything I find that is alarming, which is a lot. Part One can be found here. Part Two can be found here.

Section 11 - Department of Education

"Federal education policy should be limited and, ultimately, the federal Department of Education should be eliminated."

That's the first sentence in this whole section. I think that pretty much says it all.

All student loans and grants are to be moved to the private sector. Move education for military families to the Defense Department and for Washington D.C. to Congress. I imagine that also applies to protectorates like Guam and Puerto Rico but the document actually doesn't say.

Put all education funding under State Control. You should really ask a child living in Florida how that's working out. Reject Gender Identity and Racial studies. Eliminate executive orders in education. I remind you that integration was done by executive order.

Transfer all Native American education to the Bureau for Indian Affairs. Transfer all adult education programs to the Department of Labor. Privatize Student Aid.

Move all civil rights enforcement to the Department of Justice. Transfer all civil service employees to other agencies. Eliminate the understanding that Trans people even exist.

Eliminate any privacy regulations used to protect students from any form of abuse. Rescind all regulations in Equity in IDEA.

Eliminate all food programs for students. All of them.

Phase out income-based student loan repayment programs. Rescind all funding for the National Education Association. Consider "Critical Race Theory" to be racism. 

Here's a crazy one that takes paragraphs to unravel: Allow parents of children over the age of 18 to sue to recover any monies spent on their education. Also, allow families to "opt out" of the education system entirely and for those that do give as a tax break the funding that would have been used to educate that child directly to the parents.

Allow states to opt out of any and all federal education programs. Eliminate Parent PLUS loans. 

There is page after page of basically "end anything Obama or Biden did", but eventually it all boils down to that first sentence. Eliminate the Department of Education.

Section 12 - Department of Energy (and related commissions)

You would expect this whole document to be drill baby drill but in fact it starts with the repeal and elimination of the Biden Administration's Infrastructure Act - the single largest jobs creation bill in the last 75 years. That's followed with not only a dependence upon oil and natural gas but a declaration that the U.S. needs to be the best in the world in Science. Great for a country trying to eliminate the Department of Education.

Eliminate the office of Clean Energy, and the office of Grid Deployment. Yep, they don't want the government looking at the power grid. 

Not only increase a reliance ("dominance") in oil and gas but nuclear power as well. 

Lots of paragraphs on focusing on science, which again - see the section on the Department of Education. Lots of contradictions here. Increase the level of private sector disposal of nuclear waste. What could possibly go wrong?

Fund a rebuilding of the country's nuclear arsenal. New warheads and testing. Eliminate Carbon Capture programs and Carbon offsets. Pursue much more coal, including coal waste as fuel. Increase fossil fuels. 

End the government's focus on green energy and renewables. Eliminate efficiency standards for appliances. In fact, they put this paragraph in the document twice on consecutive pages. 

"End Grid planning and focus instead on reliability." I shit you not, that's a whole topic in here. Say goodbye to grid upgrades and hello to more Texas-style outages. They then spend several pages repeating everything I've already told you about. 

Eliminate the Department of Energy's ability to make loans. Eliminate the Advanced Research Projects Agency. Looks like that better battery for your Tesla is going to have to wait.

Eliminate the Clean Energy Corps. Privatize the Energy Information Administration. Stop all funding for "climate reparations" - i.e. paying for the damage caused by oil production in underdeveloped nations.

Drill in Alaska (of course). Claim the Arctic Circle for the same purpose. Take an "America First" approach at the Office of Technology. 

Accelerate cleanup of all "Superfund" sites (except for Hanford in Washington State - which is where the U.S. government has stored Plutonium Waste for many years) with a goal of completing all work by 2035. That sounds good on the surface but in most of these sites there is a reason that it needs to go slow: fast work actually makes the contamination WORSE and spreads it further. Eliminate some regulations specific to the Hanford site.

Get all active Nuclear Waste stored at Yucca Mountain already.

As long as we're talking about nuclear stuff again, let's make more nukes. Abandon the Test Ban Treaty. Divest certain programs at Los Alamos and Lawrence Livermore to refocus on nuclear energy and weaponry. Several pages are spent rehashing the need to get rid of renewables

Refocus transmission of electrical to the state level. I mean, why can't we all be Texas? Eliminate all questions about oil and gas pipelines to only consider the need for the fuels, not environmental or any other concerns. 

Eliminate the guidance of "as low as reasonably possible" for nuclear exposure when considering renewing the licensing for existing nuclear power plants or building new ones. 

Fuck, this was a nightmare to get through. but guess what's next?

Section 13 - Environmental Protection Agency

This whole section was written by Mandy M. Gunasekara, a former Chief of Staff at the EPA under the Trump Administration who in 2023 was kicked off the ballot in Mississippi when she ran for Public Service Commissioner - because she didn't live there.

Let's start that in the mission statement that it blames the lead poisoning crisis in Flint Michigan on The Obama Administration, which is so obviously incorrect that it boggle belief. It also states that every expansion of the EPA since 1972 is unnecessary.

Eliminate the Office of Environmental Justice and External Civil Rights. Eliminate the Office of Enforcement and Compliance Assistance. Eliminate the Office of Public Engagement and Environmental Education. "Relocate" the Office of Children’s Health Protection and the Office of Small and Disadvantaged Business Utilization - although the document does say where to relocate these agencies to.

Review the grants program to ensure that taxpayer funds go to organizations focused on tangible environmental improvements free from political affiliation (there are no such groups). 

This document goes on for more than 30 pages and makes the same faulty assumptions and rewrites historical data so often that it should be considered a work of fiction. But the key thing is unchanged: That everything that the EPA has done in terms of rulings and regulations since 1972 should be repealed.

Where I grew up you could see the air in 1972. It was grey. That's what they want to go back to.

Section 14 - Department of Heath and Human Services

This whole section was written by The Heritage Foundation. In the first two sentences it proclaims the COVID-19 Pandemic as over (which it isn't) and that life expectancy has decreased since the end of the Pandemic - which we do not yet know as the timing is too recent for statistical analysis. It's a lie.

No more abortions. Ever.

Prioritize families over everyone else. By the way, that's "traditional" families. Mother, father, children, church.

Remove the ability to declare emergencies and provide guidelines for outbreaks of diseases that contradict the political agenda of the administration. Move the recommendations of the CDC on how to treat anything into a separate political agency.  The entire document assumes that the CDC is faulty and corrupt, and not that the people using the CDC to make policy are. This is also a lie.

Remove Generic drugs from Medicaid. Make Abortion pills a controlled substance, with the ultimate goal of making them illegal at the same degree as Meth and Cocaine.

Eliminate chickenpox, Hepatitis, and MMR vaccines that originate from studies and science from fetal tissue. That's all of them, by the way. Also, eliminate vaccine mandates of any kind - you know, the type that for a while eliminated chicken pox, small pox, the mumps, measles and so on and could have been used to eliminate COVID. I notice that all of these are on the rise in the US. Even motherfucking POLIO is back.

Eliminate all research that uses science from Fetal Tissue. Eliminate all science funding and research that involves the fluidity of human sexuality. There are men and there are women and they are born that way. Period.

Several paragraphs are about "Woke" policies, and they encourage an end to diversity in conferences and studies.

When it gets to the Medicare section there is paragraph after paragraph about the bureaucracy of Medicare and how much time doctors have to spend on paperwork. This is a common fallacy that has been around for decades - yes, there is paperwork and there is a lot of it, but it's still LESS PAPERWORK THAN REQUIRED BY PRIVATE INSURERS. 

The truth is that bureaucratic waste in Medicaid is about 2%, where in the private industry it varies from 5% to 10%.

Eliminate the ability to negotiate drug prices under Medicare. 

As for Medicaid, paragraph after paragraph is dedicated to the elimination of problems that don't actually exist, plus adding work requirements to eligibility and actually taking away from states the ability to make programs flexible - which seems like an oxymoron until you realize that most waivers for various programs under Medicaid are for Democratic Party controlled states that are allowed to use these funds to treat the LGBTAI+ community and allow for abortion access.

Under the Affordable Care Act there is an awful lot of focus on redesigning medical care into a Concierge Medicine approach, which most people would not be able to afford. The document calls this stronger health care (true) and more affordable (patently false). It would also eliminate all of the cost controls in the system. There is no language saying that they want to eliminate the ACA, but they certainly would render it useless.

Prohibit travel for Abortion care.

Defund Planned Parenthood, which as I like to tell people is NOT a chain of abortion clinics but is a chain of Doctor's Offices with an emphasis on women's care. Withdraw Medicaid funds from any state where abortion is legal.

Deny gender affirming care for anyone with Medicaid or Medicare. Again, men and women are the only two genders and they are determined at birth.

Rescind all COVID-19 Mask and Vaccination guidelines, and pay damages to anyone displaced (i.e. fired) for not following those guidelines.

Institute work requirements for all recipients of Temporary Assistance for Needy Families. Most of the verbiage about the prevention of teenage pregnancies is to deter things that aren't happening. Adoptions should be funneled through religious organizations. Crazily enough, the document in the same paragraph also acknowledges that there are 4 times more children awaiting adoption than people who want them, although I believe the actual ratio is closer to 7 to 1.

Move the office of Refugee Settlement to the Department of Homeland Security. Looking back at that document, there is no indication that DHS actually wants this.

Allows for parents who do not have custody of their children to receive a child-tax credit anyway. It actually specifically calls out that it wants the ability to allow deadbeat dads to take the tax credit.

Encourage bad marriages to stay together as a requirement of government assistance. Allow faith-based organizations who distribute this aid to discriminate as they see fit. Implement a national campaign that is pro-father propaganda. You know, to keep marriages together. Think of the poor men.

Eliminate Head Start.

Criminalized Physician assisted suicide, which is legal in 10 states according to this document. Remove requirements that telemedicine be local to the patient. I should point out that this would eliminate the ability to recommend hospitalizations, as these doctors wouldn't have admitting privileges where the patients actually are.

Allow hospitals, doctors and physicians to not provide abortion related care of any kind because of religious beliefs, even in states where it is legal and protected.

No more funding for condoms. No more funding for "Morning-after" pills (which they call "the week after pills" in this section). Withdraw all support for gender affirming/transitioning guidance. 

Stop teaching the medical procedures used in abortion care. I repeat, hinder the educational skills of every doctor in America.

The entire section on Indian Health Care (and why can't they ever use the phrase "Native Americans"?) is full of lies and I won't dignify them. 

Sunset all HHS regulations, which Trump tried last time around.

More bullshit about violations of human rights that never happened (mostly involving twitter and Facebook). They don't want the department to push back against lies on social media.

More verbiage that the administration needs to be Pro-Life and anti-Trans care. This is like the fifth or sixth time in this document so far, making it one of the longer ones I've gone through. This is followed by a series of paragraphs that are mostly lies about the COVID Pandemic, complaining about things that never happened.

It's full of lies.

Restrict and/or rescind funding to any country that supports abortion care. Prohibit overseas personnel from providing care that is in contradiction with administration policy. That's right, overseas care is now a political decision.

The entire rest of the document - several pages - is about how the only civil rights violation in health care is that providers of care of certain religions are not allowed to discriminate in their health care decisions, and that such discrimination should be allowed.

To summarize: No abortions, no gender affirming care, no contraceptives, stay in abusive marriages, no good health care for poor people, let churches discriminate, and lie every third sentence (or more often).

Section 15 - Department Housing and Urban Development

Woohoo! This section was written by Dr. Ben Carson! This of course means it's the shortest section in the whole damn thing, clocking in at all of 14 pages, 4 of which are footnotes.

Also, unlike previous chapters, the first 4 pages are only about what the department does who what the department posts and responsibilities are, and has no policy directives save for the basic concept that the department needs an overhaul.

Replace all career officers with political appointees. Issue an executive order making the HUD Secretary a member of the Committee on Foreign Investment in the U.S, to counter the Chinese threat that they are buying to much real estate in the U.S. Seems highly reminiscent of the same language used against Japan in the 1980's.

Reverse all protections for LGBTQIA+ persons implemented under the Biden Administration. Reverse all property appraisals done under the Biden Administration, because you know they did them all wrong. Eliminate any programs that have any mention of Climate Change. Eliminate the use of special-purpose credit authorities. Eliminate the new Housing Supply Fund.

Non-citizens, even those households who are comprised of both citizens and non-citizens, are to be denied housing assistance. Anyone with mental issues or drug assistance issues need to be treated before considered for housing. 

"Statutorily restricting eligibility for first-time homebuyers." That's the EXACT wording.

Finally, create an office of CFO for the department, who will do most of the work. Not bad for the laziest cabinet secretary in all history.

14 pages, only 6 of which are policy, all of which is designed to not actually do anything.

Next posting will cover the Department of the Interior, the Department of Justice, Department of Labor, Department of Transportation, and the  Department of Veteran Affairs.

[monratarot]

Hello Moni

I'm not sure if your reading is still open or not. But if it's still available, I would like to submit my question.

I feel tired with my current job although I love it but I slowly get bored about it since my rest days were limited. Recently, I got a call for a job interview but I'm not sure if I should try it or not. If I pass this job interview, I might need to sacrifice my rest time again. My body feels weak, so I'm scared I can't handle the pressure later. I try to apply for my dream job but I feel anxious for the result. I am honestly stuck since my current job and two new job offers have their own pros and cons. All I want is a job that can let me have a proper rest time and be financially fine.

So, my question is "Important advice from my spirit guide regarding my career path?"

Hello, dear @vantaeries! Thank you for your patience and interest in my blog and your request.

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Count of questions/requests and answers 28/30

Without wasting any time, let's get into your reading!

I can see that now is a time when you should separate your ideas and try to think clearly. Also, there is much interference going on right now and you should be ready for any opportunity that comes your way. Try not to be pulled into arguments and again, be ready to take action when you feel that the right opportunity for your had arrived. Rely on your intelligence because you are going to be blessed with all sorts of new work or new money-making possibilities. 

Great signs of success, joy, and abundance are on your way. Time to celebrate and to let your talent shine. Keep in mind that now you need to work(for yourself, and your dreams) and you need to have energy and be rested and ready for everything that is coming your way. 

There is a change that should be made and whatever is worth having will be saved and what is irrelevant for you will disappear from your life. There will be an end of something but this ending will bring you an automatically new beginning. Also, this situation has a sort of healing purpose or is now in your life to make you more powerful. Try new ways, try new options, try to eliminate what prevents you from moving forward or the universe will do that for you. Eradicate the old ways or old influences to make way for everything that is new. Changes are occurring in your life and after a period of feeling stagnant, there is renewal and a new burst of energy. When starting a project you will deal with new ideas and creativity. 

I can see signs of a career change and that you will end a business or a partnership. A change needs to be made because your current situation isn't allowing you to have enough time for your dreams(dream job, business, spending time with your friends).

So my dear, the universe is forcing you to make a decision, a change, and that's why you feel anxious right now. Things will come into place if you have the courage to make a change. Yes, it might not be right now the job that you want but this is a step you need to take in order to get where you want to be. 

Angel message: Hope indicates that the sun is about to come out in an area of your life. The angel wisdom reminds you that your spirit is immensely resilient and powerful, so keep faith in your dreams and visions. Remember the Universe wants you to have your heart's desire. It is simply waiting for you to believe you deserve it before the angels bring it to you. Do your part by deciding what you truly want then send out positive thoughts for the changes you seek and for the fulfillment of your wishes.

Affirmation: I am eternally optimistic.

Wish you only the best!🍀

Moni🧚‍♀️

[what-if-nct]

hiiii today's reminder is why am I so easily influenced. i wear a full face of makeup three times a year but I have a full cart on an app because i saw a bunch of reels about Barbie makeup looks. also insane because that also goes with none of the clothes i own. also also insane because the entire reason I spend so much on skincare is so that I can skip most of my base makeup and just do some highlighter and blush and eye and lip stuff and call it a day. why are these influencers convincing me I need a foundation that's worth half my paycheck when I have literally structured my purchases around not needing foundation????

Hiiii, and seriously influencers really influence too hard. And make you think you need this one thing that you've isolated from your routine for a reason. But like they use it and you second guess yourself like I dunno it does look good I mean it could be worth it and it never is. I also don't use any face products except for blush in the winter and the times I'm like well maybe a light coverage foundation would be worth a try. It was Charlotte Tilbury, why would I spend that much on something I want to try. It's a trick. Remember it's all a trick to get your monies. Don't let them rewire your absolute perfect strategy. Seriously that is such a smart idea. My skin isn't the best but it's acceptable just really dry but it's just too hot to fuss with foundation. I just throw on glitter, liner and like fifteen different lip glosses. So don't let the influencers influence you. You don't need it.

But all the Barbie stuff oh it is tempting. But like how my best friend takes Sanrio seriously. I take Barbie seriously. I have to sit down and think do I like it or is it just pink and says Barbie. I only genuinely like a few things mainly purses. Like this dream house backpack. I think I'm going to bypass all of the Barbie and just get that. Dolls not included. I will get a doll. The clothes eh. Only hot topic has my size and I'm not impressed theyre sanrio collection is better I don't know why they failed barbie. Im also picky about barbie content. Like if I know they're die hard about barbie I'll watch them but they're just following the trend I know the difference. Trisha Paytas? She named her daughter Malibu Barbie and talked about that name in 2017. An icon. Trixie Mattel? Mattel!! Trixie Mattel!! Need I say more. I didn't even want to watch the try guys Barbie video.

There's a YouTuber I've watched since 2014 and I remember she said she wasn't a barbie girl and just had a barbie as a gift she liked anime figures. But she reviewed the Barbie movie outfits. I almost unfollowed. Don't hop on the Barbie wave now. Everyone was all about Bratz for years saying Bratz were better than Barbie. More diverse than Barbie. More Diverse than Barbara Millicent Roberts? Barbie created their first black doll in the 60s. Not long after the conception of Barbie. Like you're just gonna disrespect Christie, Teresa and Lea. There's like 80 Barbies of the world from the 90s. Also Bratz dolls look weird there I said it they look weird and I still hate their feet to this day it angered me as a child and it still does. My Scene was better. Mattel took Bratz and made it better and their outfits were cuter. I am so sorry, if you mention Barbie I will go on an absolutely out of my mind tangent I am so sorry. I apologize for my behavior.

And that's why Monster high destroyed Bratz in 2010. I'm done now. Sorry.

[sleepinglionhearts]

guess who has.... a job interview set up for next week

it’ll only be my second interview ever tho so i am VERY nervous

[blu-joons]

When You Prefer Animals To Humans ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

You pulled him down onto one of the park benches, resting against his chest, watching the world walk past you, one of your very past times on days off.

“The dogs are always so cute at the park,” you whispered, staring at all the dogs racing around the fields, “I could spend all day just watching them run around.”

“So, when you said it would be a cute date to walk down to the park, all you really wanted to do was come and see the dogs?” Jin questioned, kissing the top of your head.

You giggled, staring up at him momentarily, “it’s a cute date too, but seeing all the dogs is just like an added benefit, you can’t pretend it’s not cute.”

He smiled sweetly, “it’s very cute, although sometimes I’m beginning to think sometimes you shouldn’t have a boyfriend, you should just have a dog instead.”

“Is that your way of saying you want to get another dog?” You teased, jumping out of his hold to rest your hands on his chest, staring hopefully at him.

“Maybe…it’s not such a bad idea.”

Yoongi:

He couldn’t help but smile as he walked in and found you laid out on your bed with Holly snuggled into your side, rubbing the sleep from out of his eyes.

“Are you planning on getting up today?” He teased, sitting back down on the end of the bed, “it’s usually my thing to stay in bed all day, and now look at you.”

“I refuse to move,” you chuckled, tickling the top of Holly’s head, “I’d rather stay here with Holly then bother with any humans today.”

Yoongi gasped, clutching his hand over his heart, “so you’re telling me you’d rather spend time with my dog? That’s not why I got into a relationship with you.”

Your head shook, “perhaps not, but being in a relationship with you certainly has its perks knowing that you have a dog too.”

“I see what’s happened here, you’ve just used me for my dog,” he laughed, laying back down beside you, “I guess if you can’t beat them join them.”

“Sorry, we don’t want you, this is our time.”

Hoseok:

Your eyes lit up as Hobi walked into the coffee shop with Mickey held firmly on his leash, bending down to give the pup the whole world’s worth of attention.

“Nice to see you too,” Hobi chuckled as he stood waiting for you to greet him too. “We only saw you yesterday, what’s got into you today.”

“I’ve officially decided I hate people,” you sighed as you sat down and started telling him about your rough day at work. “I’m just going to retire and live with animals.”

He smiled sympathetically across at you, “as nice as an idea that would be, I don’t think you’d get very far just living with animals, how would you survive?”

You chuckled, taking a sip from your coffee, “I wouldn’t need anything else to survive, just the attention of all the animals would be enough.”

“Well I hope you’ve not written off all humans, as I’d still like to be one of the humans in your life,” he blushed gently, reaching for your hand.

“You can be the one exception to the rule.”

Namjoon:

As soon as Namjoon’s picture appeared on the screen Moni began to bark in your lap as you waved at your boyfriend, studying his reflection closely.

“You guys seem to be having a good time,” he smiled, having trusted you to care for Moni whilst he was on tour, “is he behaving himself?”

“Joon he is a dream! I don’t think I’ll be able to let you take him back when you come home,” you teased, kissing the top of Moni’s head, “why are animals just so incredible?”

He couldn’t help but laugh, he always knew how good a job you’d do with him. “I would like my dog back, but maybe there’s a way that you could stay with him too?”

Your expression turned to one of confusions as Namjoon laughed at how clueless you were, “what are you suggesting? That we cut Moni in half or something?”

“Don’t be silly, I was thinking maybe it wouldn’t be the worst idea if you moved in with the two of us, seeing as Moni loves you just as much as I do.”

“Yeah, that’s a much better idea than mine!”

Jimin:

You could tell that he was ever so slightly annoyed when he walked into the room and saw you still cuddled up to your cats, adjusting the tie of his suit.

“I thought you might’ve changed your mind,” he huffed, sitting next to you on the sofa, “are you sure you don’t want to come to the event tonight, it’ll be fun.”

“There’s so many people,” you frowned, seeking comfort from the cuddle of your cat, “I’d just rather just enjoy the peaceful company of these guys instead.”

He nodded, understanding that social gatherings weren’t your favourite things in the world, “I won’t be too long in that case, but don’t wait up for me.”

You sighed, seeing past his fake smiles, “I’m sorry if you’re annoyed that I’d rather be here, I’d just rather be here with the cats.”

“I understand,” he assured you, “I just want you to be happy, and if you’re happier with the cats then I’m not going to stop you from being with them.”

“Thank you Chim, have a good night.”

Taehyung:

His eyes lit up as soon as you answered the call, waving as you smiled, looking down from his eyes to where Yeontan sat in his lap.

“How’s my gorgeous boy?” You questioned, pulling faces at Yeontan. “Is daddy taking good care of you on tour whilst I’m not there.”

“I thought when you said gorgeous boy you were referring to me,” Tae giggled, kissing the top of Tan’s head, “I can’t believe you think he’s more handsome than I am.”

Your head shook at him, “I speak to you all day I never get to see Tannie, I miss him a lot actually. It’s true when they say that a dog is man’s best friend.”

Taehyung tried to keep Tannie calm as he climbed around the computer, “what about me? You’re supposed to miss me a lot too, it’s been weeks since we saw each other.”

“I do miss you Tae,” you assured him, “but I also miss Tannie, I just want to make sure you both have my attention, and check in on the both of you.”

“That was a nice save, but I know it’s Tan you want.”

Jungkook:

You could sense the frustration growing in Jungkook as he tried to get Gureum to sit in order for him to be given his treats, repeating the instruction again and again.

“Gureum! Sit!” You bellowed, holding his treat up high in the air, smiling proudly as he sat down on the floor, “you just need to have the authority.”

“What?” Jungkook chuckled, trying to figure out what had just happened. “How did you do that so quickly? How come he listens to you but not me?”

Your shoulders shrugged, “I’ve had a lot of practice, I think animals and I have some sort of psychic relationships sometimes.”

Jungkook nodded in agreement, wrapping his arm around you. “You’re definitely going to have to show me how you did that, do you reckon it’ll work with the boys?”

“My talents only stretch as far as animals,” you laughed, “and we both know that the boys will never, ever listen to you.”

“Anything’s worth a try.”

---

Masterlist

[beatricethecat2]

"This is nice," Myka says, sipping her beer while surveying the bar.

"Consuming alcohol in a public house?" Helena asks.

"Yeah," Myka says, eyes angling down as she picks at her label. "Working with Pete...this wasn't a thing I could do much. Then Steve and I had a drink here, and I remembered what it was like. I used to go on my own in DC just to unwind. Feels like a lifetime ago."

“In many ways it was," Helena says, idly stiring the ice left in her drink. "Could you ever have imagined the company you now keep?"

"I don't think so," Myka says, shifting closer to Helena. "But I like it, a lot. Doing this with you feels...normal. Two people, spending time together, not a care in the world."

"You care for nought?" Helena says, fingers tracing a line from Myka's thumb to her wrist where her hand rests on her thigh.

"Ok, one care," Myka says, eyes flicking up to meet Helena's. "Hey, I know that look. We said we'd stay for the band tonight, not just hole up in our room."

"Is there not another band tomorrow?"

"Yeah, but we said we'd stay for this one." Myka slips her hand from Helena's.

"As you wish," Helena says, settling back on her stool, frustration evident in her tone.

"More drinks, ladies?" the bartender says. "The band's about to start."

"I shall need one," Helena grouses.

"Stop being dramatic," Myka snips.

"Fine," Helena snaps. "Bourbon. Neat. Top shelf, please," she instructs the bartender.

"Comin' right up." The bartender steps away to complete the order.

"Oh, we're getting drunk now, are we?" Myka quips.

"When in Rome..."

"I'd actually like to see that, a drunk H.G. Wells," Myka says, poking Helena in the arm.

Helena flinches. "You may very well if you keep behaving as such."

"Seriously though, when's the last time you drank enough to let your guard down, even a little."

"In the company of others? Not in recent memory. And you?"

"Same."

"Here you go," the bartender interrupts, setting the tumbler on a napkin in front of Helena. "Another beer?" she asks Myka.

"You know what? I'll have the same." Myka waves her bottle at Helena's drink.

"Cavalier, Ms. Bering."

"We'll keep each other in check. We deserve to get super tipsy, at least."

"Color me intrigued."

The band strikes its first cord just as Myka's drink arrives. She tugs Helena's arm, and they relocate to a table near the stage.

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The Adventures of Bering and Wells ("Warehouse 13" Season 5 replacement) Season 1: Episode 4 Title: New Orleans: Laissez les bon temps rouler!

Summary: Myka and Helena follow whim rather than duty, driving south, detouring around Washington DC, avoiding a second emotional rabbit hole so early on. After a wi-fi-free week in a cabin, deep in the Blue Ridge Mountains, they feel ready to tackle urban density again. ("The Rockies are better," Myka declares. "We'll go there, too.) Vowing to stay as touristy as possible, the pair head towards history-filled New Orleans. But far too soon their carefree trip hits a snag and they're in need of Warehouse help.

Previously: Episode 1, Episode 2, Episode 3

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***BONUS SCENE***

"Exactly how touristy have you been?" Abigail asks.

"Pretty touristy," Myka answers.

"Practically flâneurs," Helena says, grinning as Myka looks up at her with sparkly eyes.

"Well, that narrows it down," Steve mutters, typing into the keyboard. "Let's start with your hotel. Why'd you pick the carriage house?"

"The lack of adjoining suite and the king-sized bed."

"Helena!" Myka smacks Helena on the arm. "Because it's cute and charming."

"So this ghost isn't listed on their website? Wedding dress woman, Civil War soldier, dancing patio woman?" Steve asks.

"No. And the manager hadn't recognized the description I gave," Helena explains.

"So not all ghosts," Abigail says.

"If seeing them is normal," Myka says.

"Let's say the ones on their website are but H.G.'s isn't," Steve says.

"Are we to assume I've been 'whammied' then?" Helena says.

"You freeze in place. I have to shake you out of it," Myka explains.

"Perhaps I'm studying the phenomenon."

"You're never that still. It's creepy."

"Then I think we should consider it," Abigail says.

"Where else have you been?" Steve asks.

"Um, everywhere?" Myka answers. "That blacksmith's bar you and I went to. And The Gas and Lights Museum--"

"Such memories. So many details wrong," Helena gibes.

"On a carriage ride--"

"Highway robbery! Sixty-five dollars for a turn around the park. And not in the least authentic."

"You said it was nice!"

"I said it was familiar. The sound of it took me back," Helena says.

"I thought you'd like it." Myka leans back and looks up at Helena questioningly.

"I enjoyed the company quite thoroughly," Helena says, laying her hands on Myka's shoulders and grinning down at her fondly.

"Aww," Steve coos.

"Did anything about the carriage ride scream 'lady ghost will now appear at will?" Abigail asks.

"Not to my knowledge," Helena says.

"We also went to the Pharmacy Museum. And on a steamboat ride," Myka adds.

"Not that I'd have stepped foot on that death trap without proof of modern safety precautions. In my day, they exploded frequently," Helena explains.

"Ok...let's start with the Pharmacy Museum," Abigail says as Steve types. "Could this woman have afforded a doctor?"

"She often appears in her Sunday best, but also in, shall we say...less. She didn't strike me as particularly monied."

"Did she look sort of vampire-ish?" Steve asks. "I'm reading that people with consumption were rumored to be vampires due to how the disease aged them."

"I'm familiar with that premise, and no, this woman was not withering away."

"Could she have died on a steamboat?" Abigail asks.

"She doesn't give off that sense. There's a calm about her. She's not in danger."

"Let's try another angle. The neighborhood you're staying in, Storyville, claims to be the birthplace of jazz," Abigail says, reading over Steve's shoulder. "Maybe she's related to that?"

"Myka took me to hear this 'jazz,' and I can't say I was at all impressed."

"I like it. Steve does, too. You really hated it?" Myka asks.

"The bleat of the saxophone evokes vaudeville for me."

"Play her some Charlie Parker. Or John Coltrane. That might change her mind," Steve suggests.

"Does this relate to our ghost?" Abigail presses.

"I don't see a connection," Helena answers. "Her dress is previous to that of jazz, of an age closer to my own."

"Storyville was once a legal bordello district," Steve explains. "The whole neighborhood was shut down in 1917. So maybe she's from then?"

"That makes sense," Myka says.

"Do you see her inside or outside?" Abigail asks.

"Thus far, outside."

"But," Myka protests, "last night, when we were...t-the blindfold, you said 'just in case.'"

"Did that not heighten our activities?"

"That's not the point. I can't believe you--"

"Punish me later, darling--"

"Why don't you two hash this out, and we'll get back to you," Abigail suggests.

"Wait, is this her?" Steve asks.

Steve shares a black and white photo of a woman, seated outdoors, in front of a makeshift white backdrop, her hair styled into a modest, shoulder-length coif. Her linen top, trimmed with lace, hangs off one shoulder, and a string of pearls adorns her neck. Her lipstick, rendered as a middle grey, matches the kohl lining her eyes, giving her a soft, silent movie-era look.

"Hm, possibly."

"Here's another."

Helena leans further over Myka's shoulder, looking closely at the image. "Yes, I believe that is her."

"That's, um, really off the shoulder. Shoulders..." Myka says. "Isn't that kind of racy for the time?"

"Quite tame compared to some. Her expression is unusual, contemplative almost, recalling solemn greek statues rather than the usual fodder meant to titillate men's desires."

"How would you know?"

"One encounters all sorts of materials as a Warehouse agent," Helena says with a smirk.

"As an agent. Uh-huh."

"Listen to this," Steve interrupts, "these prints were made from a stash of glass negatives found locked in a desk drawer years after the photographer died. Many are of Adele, the woman you're seeing, but there are other women, too. They were shot in the 1910s, but these prints were made in the '60s. If there were any original prints, they were never found."

"May I see the images again?"

Steve cycles through and adds a few more, one depicting a roll-down desk with a shrine of photos arranged above, all of women, vignetted portraits and romantic depictions of the female form more typical for the time.

"Not sure if that last one is related. But it says it's by the same photographer."

"Could you send that one over? I'd like to look more closely."

"Sure."

Myka trades places with Helena, and Helena clicks the link. She enlarges the photo and inspects the array of images.

"I vaguely recall flicking through a basket in a shop with ephemera such as this. Perhaps this ghost woman was amongst it, but printed in a manner such as the images depicted here."

"So you're saying the photo in the shop might be a photo from this photo?"

"That is what I'm hypothesizing."

"So when you see her, you freeze like you're her photograph trapped in this photograph."

"Or perhaps I am her, caught in the decisive moment of the image being captured."

"That's really meta," Steve says.

"No matter what, neutralizing that photo should do the trick," Abigail suggests. "Heck, neutralize everything in the basket, just in case."

"Do you remember which shop you were in?" Steve asks.

"My recollection is hazy at best due to the copious amount of drink someone encouraged me to consume the evening previously."

Helena looks at Myka and scowls. Myka looks back, endearingly.

"I don't get hangovers."

"Lucky you," Helena quips.

"I hope you find it soon," Steve says, "because being happy looks good on both of you. You should get back to that."

"Thank you, Steve. And thank you, Abigail, for all your help," Helena says.

"Anytime," Abigail says.

"Have a great trip. Send some postcards!" Steve says.

"What a marvelous idea," Helena replies.

"Isn't flicking through postcards how we got here?" Myka warns.

"Shall you pre-screen everything I touch from now on?"

"Maybe I should--"

"We're hanging up now," Abigail says.

The screen goes blank as Myka and Helena devlove further into playful bickering.

*End Scene*

-TBC-

NOTES: "Laissez les bon temps rouler!" is Cajun French for "Let the good times roll." In season four, Steve and Myka go New Orleans and both say they like jazz, so I'm not making that up. I see Myka as more of fan of popular tunes - Billy Holiday, Duke Ellington, Nat King Cole, etc., whereas Steve would know the genre through and through (and try as he might, never gets Claudia quite on board with it all). The photographer is E. J. Bellocq - I was going to incorporate that more, but the politics behind photos I mentioned is...complicated. I want this B&W show to focus on our ladies journey, artifacts are side-plot motivations. But if you're interested, look him up, and I suggest reading both Susan Sontag and Nan Goldin's essays for some clarity on why the images hold the status they do. From the research I've done, his images are plastered all over Storyville businesses, so if you've been there, you've seen at least one. Oh and I had a roommate once who could drink anything and never got a hangover. Some people are lucky like that.

[pappydaddy]

A Not So Lucky Morning (h.m.)

  A/N: This is for the anon who asked for a Hermione imagine. There weren’t specific pronouns in the request, so I used my default (she/her) as outlined in my Request Rules. It also wasn’t specified what the relationship between them was so I’m not defining anything either, but it is a little bit gay. Just a little bit. Just to make my bi heart happy. This isn’t too long, but I thought this was too cute to continue on from where I ended it. Hope you enjoy lovely anon💛!

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Slytherin!Fem!Reader (Non-defined relationship)

Show/Movie: Harry Potter

Requested

Warnings: Cute/fluffy

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  Y/N stirred, letting out a muffled groan as she buried her face into the pillow. Beside her, she felt Hermione also stirred. Their legs were messily intertwined, the covers a complete mess over them. The bed creaked as Hermione sat up, the blankets pooling at her waist, Y/N let out another groan Hermione pulling her legs from hers. “What time is it,” Y/N asked, flopping her head to the side to talk to Hermione without opening her eyes. “I don’t hear anyone walking around so I assume it’s not even sunrise yet.” Hermione was an early-riser, something Y/N was far from. Whenever they snuck each other into their dorm rooms, Hermione was always up before the sun. 

  “I have no idea, it doesn’t feel too early though,” Hermione yawned, pulling back the curtains around her bed that they had drawn in order to keep Y/N hidden from her dorm-mates. That’s all they needed, the scandal of a Slytherin in a Gryffindor’s bed - not to mention a female Slytherin in a female Gryffindor’s bed. Hermione gasped, startling Y/N enough for her to finally open her eyes. “We’ve missed breakfast! We only have five minutes before Potions!” 

  “You’re joking-” Y/N sat up in a panic, suddenly wide awake. 

  “Of course not,” Hermione defended. “Now get up and get ready!” She ordered as she got up herself. Y/N scrambled off the bed. Reaching under the bed, they fumbled around with the mass of uniforms they had discarded last night. 

  “Gryffindor!” Y/N called before sending Hermione’s robe over the bed towards her. 

  “Slytherin,” Hermione tossed Y/N her sweater vest. The room was a mess as they hopped around, trying to get into their uniforms while making themselves somewhat presentable. “Hairbrush!” Hermione effortlessly tossed Y/N the hairbrush as she slipped her shoes on. 

  “Thanks, ‘Monie,” She caught it, dragging it through her bedhead, not even caring that it pulled painfully on the tangles. “How much time do we have left now?” She asked, standing up. The hairbrush landed up by the messed up pillows as Y/N grabbed her bag from under the bed. 

  “Just enough time to get down to the dungeons if we run,” With that, the pair sprinted out of the room and out of the Gryffindor Common Room. “Looks like the stairs haven’t changed!” Hermione panted as they ran through the nearly empty halls. Many students were already in their classes, waiting for them to start. 

  “Guess it’s a lucky morning, eh?” Y/N threw the frazzled girl a wink, earning a scowl in return. Y/N simply laughed, the sound echoing off the stone wall of the castle along with the frantic slaps of their shoes against the stairs. Hermione didn’t answer her statement, but Y/N didn’t expect her to. 

  Neither of them had ever been so happy to feel the constant chill of the dungeons or hear that odd dripping noise that echoed from somewhere as they ran towards the dark potions classroom. For once, they were welcomed with the sight of Snape when they skidded into the classroom with no more than thirty seconds to spare. “Glad for you two to finally make it.” Snape commented. 

  The girls ignored him, branching off to their appropriate seats with their partners. Hermione settled in next to Harry who gave her a confused look. Draco made a snort of displeasure as Y/N sat next to him. “’ Monie,” Harry spoke loud enough for the whole class to hear. Hermione hummed, shrugging out of her robe. “Is that a Slytherin tie?” 

  At that, Hermione’s cheeks burned a brilliant red and Y/N couldn’t help but snicker behind her hand. Hermione dipped her head, not so discreetly looking at Y/N who laughed despite wearing the wrong tie as well. Shooting Hermione a wink that deepened her blush, Hermione turned away from the cheeky girl, looking down as she got her books out of her bag. “A Gryffindor? Really, Y/L/N,” Draco sneered, jutting his chin towards Hermione. “Especially Know-It-All Granger?” 

  “Shove off you Git before I take that Prefect badge and stab you in the eye with it.” She threatened lowly, making Draco snap his big mouth shut, not even daring to utter his usual threat. Y/N looked back at Hermione, smiling to herself when she noticed the blush still evident on her cheeks as she tried to hide being her wildly frizzy hair. Maybe it wasn’t such a lucky morning, but Y/N didn’t mind one bit - not when she got to spend it all with Hermione. 

[hermannsthumb]

Please do holiday prompt 85 (unexpected apology)!

85. we haven’t been friends for years but we both end up at a mutual friend’s holiday party and you apologize for how things went down between us (which I wasn’t expecting in a million years)

from winter writing prompts here

it’s that time of year again everyone.....ive been so busy with school and zine stuff that im taking a little break to write this today ☺️ set very late 2019, before the Events of 2020

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It occurs to Hermann as he stands amongst a handful of society’s most monied and high-ranking—mulled wine in hand, stiff suit buttoned too-tight around his neck—that he is not only completely out of his element, but residing at a level of desperation that he cringes to even consider. Hermann does not schmooze; Hermann has never had the capacity to schmooze; in all of his previous attempts at schmoozing (typically at the bequest of his father, who would tote Hermann around as a conversation piece at fundraising events), Hermann would come across invariably as disingenuous, uptight, and arrogant, and certainly not someone with whom one would entrust large cheques made out to the PPDC for.

Yes; desperation. To borrow the cliché, desperate times call for desperate measures. To borrow another, war changes man. Robots wage war on monsters from another world, the UN wages war on the jaeger program’s budget, and Hermann must wage war on prospective PPDC donors if he wishes to still be employed by the New Year. He can’t decide which sounds more horrendous, really.

“Would you like more wine, Dr. Gottlieb?” a passing waiter asks Hermann, and Hermann shakes his head.

“No, thank you,” he says. Hermann has always been a maudlin drunk; he doesn’t fancy risking over-drinking tonight, and making an embarrassment of himself by confessing to perfect strangers that his parents never loved him or that he fears he’ll never make a true human connection.

“Dr. Gottlieb?” someone says, incredulously.

Oh, bugger. He’s been found out. Hermann sighs, flattens down his cowlick, and plasters on a fake smile: the time has come for him to, er, lie back and think of the PPDC, so to speak. Hopefully it’ll go fast.

But when Hermann turns, it’s not to find some acquaintance of his father, or a perfect stranger familiar with his work, or even a distant colleague; it’s to find one Newton Geiszler (who Hermann may have considered a colleague, once, but certainly not anymore), dressed in a horrendous eyesore of a gold (gold) suit, nursing a large red cocktail in each hand, and staring at Hermann like he can’t decide if he wants to say something or turn and run. Hermann mirrors his stare. A pin could drop between them, and Hermann reckons, despite the undercurrent of music and chatter, they would be able to hear it.

Hermann is the one to break it. “Newton,” he says. Then he amends, quickly, “Dr. Geiszler. I wasn’t aware…” He coughs. He suddenly wishes he took another mulled wine, and wonders if it’s too late to summon back the waiter. “You are…here.”

“Uh,” Newton says. “Yeah.”

The last time Hermann saw Newton Geiszler, they were standing under an awning outside a Starbucks while a torrential downpour of rain pounded against the sidewalk and soaked their shoes. Hermann was shouting. Newton was shouting, too, and he may have also been crying. They had been asked to leave the building on account of it. That was nearly three years ago. “Er,” Hermann says. “Business? Or pleasure?”

Newton has hardly changed in the almost-three years; his hair remains thick and unruly, his jaw in bad need of a shave, his glasses smudged and slightly crooked. The suit is a bloody eyesore, though. Hermann imagines Newton thought it was festive. “Business.” Newton snorts. “God, you think I’d come here for fun? I haven’t had the money for a new sample in months, it was either this or, I don’t know, sticking mutated fish under microscopes. Kaiju blue poisoning. Been there done that, and not what I need to be doing now, you know? And you can thank your dad for that too, not having any fucking samples to work with, I mean, and his stupid wall—but I guess that’s why you’re here too. I heard they’re talking about pulling the plug on the jaeger program.”

Newton speaks quickly, and with a bewildering tendency to leap between topics like a game of hopscotch, something Hermann had quite forgotten. (They’d only met the once, after all, and Newton disguises it better in writing.) He follows it nonetheless. “Yes, well, they’re still only just rumors,” Hermann says, though he knows (with a certainty) that one more major failing of a jaeger might spell the end of it, “and I certainly hope they stay as such. I take it you’re with the PPDC now, then?”

Newton jerks a thumb towards the waistband of his gold suit, spilling a bit of his cocktail on the floor; Hermann at last notices the PPDC badge clipped to it. Newton’s grin is identical to the one in his photograph. “Hell yeah, dude,” he says. “They finally hired me about a month after we—” The corners of his mouth twitch down, ever so slightly. “—uh, got coffee.”

It had been a long-standing complaint of Newton’s, back when they wrote each other, that the PPDC was perfectly happy to use his research but turned a blind eye whenever he submitted yet another application for their k-science research team. Personality conflicts, Hermann always presumed. He and Newton certainly had plenty. Perhaps Hermann’s not the only one who’s grown desperate—a thought he scolds himself for the unkindness of a moment later. Newton is a brilliant scientist despite his difficulties and their past. “Of course,” Hermann says. “Well, congratulations. I hadn’t heard.”

“Wine?” a passing waiter asks them.

Newton shakes his head. Hermann takes one this time, gratefully.

“It’s been alright,” Newton says. He downs the entirety of the red cocktail in his right hand. “Like I said. Not many samples to work with. They had me stationed over in Vladivostok, but I got leave for the holidays. And for this I guess.”

“I’ve been in Seattle,” Hermann says. “I reckon they’ll be transferring me soon, though I haven’t an idea where.” More rumors, of course.

For a moment he allows himself the brief fantasy of being transferred somewhere with Newton, or perhaps it’s more of a fear than a fantasy—year after year of this sort of insufferable awkwardness? Being forced to work together? It’s something Hermann had longed for in the past, spending every day with his marvelous penpal at his side. It instills a sort of nausea in him now. Newton touches his arm before Hermann has the chance to excuse himself hide in the loo. “Hey, dude, listen,” Newton says. “About us getting coffee. I feel like I owe you an apology.”

Hermann can’t help it; he snorts, though he immediately regrets it. Newton, at least, does not look offended. “Do you?” Hermann says. Two and a half bloody years too late.

“I mean it,” Newton says. He blinks earnestly at Hermann, and squeezes Hermann’s arm. “I screwed it all up that day, and I could’ve—I don’t know, written, or texted, or anything to apologize, but I didn’t. And that was shitty of me. So I’m sorry, I really am. And…yeah. That’s it, I guess.”

It’s the last thing Hermann expected to hear today. It’s the last thing he expected to hear from Newton. The radio silence following that disastrous day at the coffee shop had been awful—and it’d been infuriating, too. Where had they even gone wrong that day? Hermann can’t remember anymore. Probably a fight over something inconsequential. “I see,” Hermann says. “Well. Er. Thank you, Newton. Your apology is...appreciated.”

“Cool,” Newton says.

He stares at Hermann expectantly.

“Oh,” Hermann says. “And I’m sorry, too, I suppose.”

“Cool,” Newton repeats.

He smiles at Hermann, and Hermann is momentarily suffocated by it, and the sudden reemergence of feelings he thought he’d quashed years ago. Newton is still very attractive. Very, very attractive. Hermann’s arm is warm and tingly from where Newton touched him, and he realizes the warmth is spreading up to his neck and cheeks—he’s blushing. “Hey, wanna check out the snack table with me?” Newton says. “I love the rich people food at shit like this. The last one I went to had oysters, which is totally weird. Like, it’s a gala.”

Hermann decides to accept it as the strange peace offering it obviously is meant to be. “Alright,” he says. “Though, I insist you explain your monstrosity of a suit first.”

“It’s classy,” Newton says. “Anyway, you’re one to talk, buddy.”

[dragcnlxrd]

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Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

1. those tiny ass washed out icons where you can't even SEE the fc it's just like a blob with 2 dots maybe for eyes cause it's so pixelated and over exposed.. yeah wtf who said those were 'cool'?? like might as well NOT use icons if you can't even see your fc's face. WHATS THE POINT.

2. BEGGING FOR MONEY!!! I get it times are tough! Life is hard! Adulting is shitty but you know what WE ALL HAVE TO DO IT! A lot of people use RP as a means of escaping the bullshit of irl and if they gotta pop on and see 'signalboosting' posts of people begging for money with manipulative wording like 'If I can't make $400 I can't eat or pay rent' then that's on you bro. Learn to budget yourself or get a damned second or third job! And if you're guilty of making those posts on a regular basis you REALLY need to re-prioritize your life and what you spend your money on. If you can't have your basic needs covered BEFORE you splurge for whatever makes you happy you need to have a good hard think about adulting. The fact that you're begging for money from people on the internets is just horrible especially in the rpc where a good many of the people in the community suffer from mental health problems and might be taken advantage of because they want to help someone. NOT COOL! Like you've no idea how many times during my stay here in this hell site that I've seen the same repeat offenders posting about omg I need xyz amount of monies or I can't get my medications or make my rent or feed myself but they will post the next day about some stupid con they are going to or some random ass expensive thing they bought and it's like THATS WHY YOU HAVE NO MONIES! Stop trying to beg people out of their hard earned money because you can't handle yourself! I mean sure some cases might be an unexpected vet bill because animals are assholes and wait for you to be literally just two cents in the negative to eat fuckin orbies but don't beg the internet for money. Save that for facebook where more familial and people you know irl can help you if it's that bad.

[bewitching-elizabeth-olsen]

Press: A Thorough Breakdown of All the Marvel Easter Eggs on WandaVision

POPSUGAR: WandaVision has finally arrived, and it’s chock-full of hidden goodies for Marvel fans to devour! While the series is built upon a mystery that we’ll be spending a reported nine episodes trying to figure out, the smallest details in each episode provide clues on where the show is heading. From supermarket banners to foreboding commercials, viewers have an abundance of references and callbacks to classic comic lore and pivotal MCU moments. Are they setting the stage for a big reveal at the end, or are they just fun details included for fans to enjoy? While we try to figure it all out, scroll through to see what we’ve gathered! And check back every week for an episode-by-episode breakdown as WandaVision progresses.

  WandaVision Episode 5 Easter Eggs

Wanda and Vision’s brand new house, suitable for a family of four, is reminiscent of homes in ’80s sitcoms such as Full House and Growing Pains.

When Agnes comes in to offer her babysitting help, she refers to herself as “Auntie Agnes,” which is eerily close to her comic counterpart’s nickname, Auntie Agatha.

An uncomfortable break in conversation leads Agnes to ask Wanda if she wants her to “take it from the top.” Though Wanda appears confused for a moment, she readily smoothes the conversation and carries on. Vision is visibly perturbed, though Wanda attempts to redirect his attention. It seems like the facade is fading all around.

To the surprise of their parents, Tommy and Billy age up five years while the two argue over Agnes’s break in character.

This episode’s opening sequence shows Wanda and Vision growing up, which we know didn’t happen in real life for the synthezoid. The theme song sounds very similar to those from Family Ties and Growing Pains, and consists of lyrics noting that “we’re just making it up as we go along.” Sounds pretty close to how things are going with Wanda and Vision!

When Wanda’s scans come back, they’re inconclusive and show up blank. Considering Monica gains her powers due to bombardment by extradimensional energies in the comics, it’s entirely possible that the blast from Wanda back in episode three, coupled with passing through the forcefield around Westview twice, have given her those abilities. We could be seeing the rise of Photon!

While Jimmy Woo is explaining Wanda’s backstory to the agents of S.W.O.R.D., Director Hayward asks if she’s ever used a “funny nickname” like the other Avengers. She hasn’t, in fact, she’s never been referred to as Scarlet Witch in the MCU ever. Since her powers are different from her comic book counterpart, there’s never been a reason for anyone to call her a witch.

That never-before-seen post credits scene from Infinity War has officially made its debut. Director Hayward reveals footage of Wanda entering S.W.O.R.D. headquarters to steal Vision’s disassembled body. The video harks back to a moment in the comics where Vision was kidnapped and taken apart — but still very much alive. Much like that Vision, the one in Westview has his memory wiped and doesn’t remember anything before he woke up in his new world. So, the question is whether Vision is actually alive or not. Wanda’s hallucination from episode four might suggest he’s a walking corpse, but there’s more to the story.

Jimmy mentions that Wanda’s stealing of Vision’s body violates the Sokovia Accords, which haven’t been mentioned since Captain America: Civil War. Unfunnily enough, the Accords were a direct response to the mission gone wrong in Lagos where Wanda lost control of her powers and caused the death of many civilians.

Darcy mentions that Vision is playing “Father Knows Best in Surburbia,” referencing the ’50s sitcom.

Tommy and Billy find a dog that, with the help of Auntie Agnes, they name Sparky. The Vision family has a dog with that exact name in the King and Walta comics, but he’s green. Sadly, he meets a similar fate as his live-action counterpart.

Wanda blatantly uses her powers in front of Agnes, who has seemingly handled the magic around her with ease. It’s almost as if she’s used to magic.

Darcy calls the Westview anomaly the “hex” because of its hexagonal shape. Although the magic has been taken out of the phrase, Wanda’s powers are known as hexes in the comics.

Jimmy, Monica, and Darcy try to understand how Wanda can revive Vision and control the Hex, which takes much more power than she’s ever displayed before. Monica notes that Wanda has always been powerful, being the only Avenger who was close to taking down Thanos singlehandedly, which Jimmy interjects to note that Captain Marvel could as well. Both are empowered by Infinity Stones, with Carol’s Kree biology giving her a power boost.

When Jimmy brings up Captain Marvel, Monica is visibly uncomfortable and changes the subject back to Wanda. What happened there?

Vision’s office mates learn about the sweet glory that is dial-up internet! But when he and Norm open their first bit of electronic mail, it’s a transmission picked up from S.W.O.R.D. talking about the Maximoff anomaly.

Vision breaks through Norm’s conditioning, revealing that he’s under the control of a woman (alluding to it being Wanda). He directly references his family, a conversation that Jimmy mentioned in his notes in the last episode.

The twins have aged themselves up to 10 by this point and are seemingly completely aware that Wanda has control over certain aspects of life, like time. They point out that it was Saturday when they woke up, but Wanda says it’s now Monday. She apparently changed the day to send Vision to work. Is their awareness because they also have magic or because she doesn’t control them?

Monica sends an ’80s drone into Westview after working out that Wanda’s Hex is rewriting reality to suit each era occurring in the bubble, and the drone would need no era-appropriate change. Though she attempts to speak with Wanda through the drone, Director Hayward commands agents to fire a missile at Wanda instead — directly ignoring that Monica said she doesn’t see Wanda as a danger. The action results in Wanda leaving the Hex and confronting the S.W.O.R.D. agents outside. She’s wearing the suit we last saw her wearing in Infinity War and Endgame and has her accent back, although it’s much thicker than it’s been since Ultron.

Episode five’s commercial is more pointed than any of them have been. Lagos brand paper towels directly reference the city in which Wanda accidentally killed several people in Civil War by blowing up a building. Thus, the Sokovia Accords were born.

While Wanda and the twins are searching for a missing Sparky — with no one calling out the fact that Wanda disappeared for some time — the mailman tells the boys that their mom “won’t let him get far.” It seems almost like a dig at how no one can leave Westview, like the doctor mentioned during episode three.

When Agnes reveals that Sparky died after eating too many azalea bush leaves, the boys ask their mother to reverse his death. Agnes seems particularly surprised by the idea of Wanda having that ability despite having seen other displays of her power and watching the twins age up rapidly twice. Wanda tells the twins that they can’t reverse death as there are still rules to things, which almost seems hypocritical considering her circumstances. Is she trying to say that she hasn’t revived Vision? Or is she simply trying to keep her boys from expecting too much from her?

Later that night, Vision reveals that he unearthed Norm’s repressed memories and demands to know what’s going on. He tells Wanda that she can’t control him, which she cooly responds asking him, “Can’t I?” Although the credits start rolling, their argument continues as Vision unleashes his frustration with not knowing his past and his confusion over their circumstances. Wanda tells him that she doesn’t control everything, saying, “I don’t even know how all of this started.” Vision believes it began subconsciously, but chastises Wanda for letting it get that far. Wanda reiterates that she isn’t controlling everything, which gives weight to the theory that there’s someone else behind the scenes. But who could it be if Wanda isn’t the “she” that Norm was referring to?

Mid-argument, the Vision family doorbell rings, which Wanda states she didn’t do. I’m inclined to believe her because when she opens the door, she is genuinely shocked speechless. At the door is her “brother” Pietro, now sporting the face of Evan Peters. Darcy asks the question we were all thinking as the episode closes, “She recast Pietro!?”

  WandaVision Episode 4 Easter Eggs

This episode opens with the heartbreaking reveal that Monica Rambeau was one of the people lost to the Snapture from Infinity War. She returns from Endgame’s Reverse-Snap in a hospital where she had been awaiting news after her mother Maria’s surgery.

As Monica is waking up, we hear familiar voices echoing in her head. It’s Captain Marvel calling her by her childhood nickname, Lieutenant Trouble.

As Monica weaves through the chaos of people reappearing in the hospital post-Reverse-Snap, she finally locates someone who recognizes her. Although Maria survived the surgery five years ago, she died from cancer three years ago in real time, having not been blipped with her daughter.

We finally have some information on S.W.O.R.D.! The acronym stands for Sentient Weapon Observation Response Division, rather than the meaning in Marvel comics, which is Sentient World. It sounds a little more ominous, right?

Maria’s badass legacy continues well past her friendship with Captain Marvel; according to S.WO.R.D.’s acting director, Tyler Hayward, Maria helped build the agency during its inception. She was the acting director until her death.

Tim gives Monica a mission to help out the FBI in the town of WestView, NJ, where something super freaky is going on with a missing person’s case. This confirms that WestView is, indeed, a very real place.

Welcome back, Jimmy Woo! Monica’s FBI contact is none other than Scott Lang’s parole officer and semifriend, Agent Jimmy Woo.

Jimmy reveals that a person in witness protection has somehow dropped off the map in a town that no longer seems to exist where no one recalls anyone who lived there. In an attempt to figure out what’s going on, Monica sends in a S.W.O.R.D. drone that vanishes inside the forcefield. It’s revealed to have transformed into the retro-style helicopter that Wanda picks up in episode two! We can only assume that since it’s an item from the outside world, it gained color when it entered Wanda’s reality to show that it doesn’t belong.

Darcy Lewis is back! Now a doctor in astrophysics, Darcy is called to help figure out what’s gone wrong with WestView. She’s the one who figured out a signal for the broadcast and is the owner of the hand we saw watching Wanda and Vision in episode one.

The mysterious beekeeper from episode two is revealed to be S.W.O.R.D.’s Agent Franklin, who journeyed through Westview’s sewers to investigate. His hazmat suit became a beekeeper’s uniform, and the cable around his waist becomes a jump rope as he travels through the tunnels.

Darcy explains that the sitcom that’s become Wanda and Vision’s life is literally being broadcast through the signals that S.W.O.R.D.’s viewing, with an audience and everything. There’s no explanation for how this is happening, but Darcy and company watched those first three episodes just like we did, credits and all.

Darcy also points out that Vision is supposed to be dead-dead, which leaves his presence in WestView still unexplained.

While Darcy and Jimmy can identity a majority of the neighbors we’ve met in WestView to their real-life counterparts, Dottie and Agnes are the only ones who are missing real information.

It’s revealed that Agent Woo was the voice behind the radio disruption, just as we suspected! But while we can see Wanda and Dottie’s reaction to the call, Darcy’s broadcast didn’t show the same thing. She explains that someone is “censoring” the visuals they’re receiving, which means someone knows they’re watching.

Back in the sitcom WestView, we see that Monica’s slip-up resulted in Wanda blasting her through the house and the energy field. It’s the first time we physically see Wanda using her powers again, so she still has them. But the lapse in her facade has consequences — when Vision returns from his talk with Agnes and Herb outside, Wanda hallucinates him as she last saw him in Infinity War, a corpse with his head crushed in.

It’s important to note that Vision seems to become more aware of the strangeness of their world with each episode. It makes sense because no matter how human he may seem, he’s still a synthezoid who has always been able to see beyond the superficial. It harks back to his “birth” in Age of Ultron. He’s omnipotent and always learning.

When Monica lands back in the real world, all she says is, “It’s all Wanda.” That seemingly serves as an answer to what’s going on in WestView, but it’s not a whole answer. Wanda seems just as confused and unaware as everyone else, but she is willing to stay in her “perfect” world. The question is, who put Wanda in the position to have her perfect world?

  WandaVision Episode 3 Easter Eggs

Much like the comics, Wanda magically becomes pregnant! But this time around, things are progressing much more quickly, and her doctor isn’t Dr. Strange.

The first of the episode’s weird glitches happens with Wanda and Vision’s neighbor Herb, who is attempting to saw through the brick fence separating the two houses instead of trimming his hedges. When Vision points out that his aim has gone a bit askew, Herb’s detached reaction is a bit creepy. He thanks Vision but keeps sawing through the wall! And unlike the previous weird behavior, there’s nothing that triggers the moment, especially not from Vision or Wanda.

Wanda and Vision contemplate what to name their baby boy, with Vision suggesting Billy and Wanda throwing out Tommy. (The argument becomes moot when they have twins!) These are the names of the pair’s sons in the comic, who later become members of the Young Avengers. In the show, Wanda chooses her name because it’s “all-American,” which is also a fair indicator of why her perfect reality is framed around sitcoms. Vision cites William Shakespeare as his inspiration and uses a quote from As You Like It that seems pretty on the nose. “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players” seems like a pointed reference to the fact that WandaVision is, in fact, all a show.

Wanda decorates the nursery using Simser brand paint, which is most likely a nod to Jeremy Simser, a storyboard artist for Marvel Studios and WandaVision.

The second glitch appears when Wanda says the residents of WestView always seem “on the verge of discovering our secret.” Vision has a moment of sobering clarity where he notes that something is wrong in WestView, citing the incidents with Mr. and Mrs. Hart and their neighbor Herb. A second after his says this, reality glitches and the scene starts over with Vision seemingly worry-free. The last time this happened with the beekeeper, it was clear Wanda was the culprit in turning back time, but in this case, she doesn’t seem to do anything to force the change. This suggests someone else is pulling the strings.

Wanda mentions that their child could be human or “synthezoid,” a term that originates in the comics. Although fans like to joke that Vision is an android, he’s technically a synthetic human. He’s not made of metal or machinery — in the comics, his body is composed of the bioengineering tech of Dr. Helen Cho, while in the MCU, he’s made of organic tissue mixed with vibranium and “powered” by the Mind Stone.

Vision jokes that Billy will be just like his mom, which is funny because, in the comics, Billy has magical abilities similar to Wanda’s powers. Tommy ends up having superspeed abilities like his uncle, Pietro.

It’s time for the third commercial! Much like the previous episode’s watch promotion, this break references Hydra — though a tad more directly. It’s all about Hydra Soak, and the message is decidedly more pointed than we’ve had before. “Escape to a world all your own, where your problems float away,” the announcer says. “When you want to get away, but you don’t want to go anywhere: Hydra Soak.” Marvel: Agents of Shield fans will recall that Hydra Soak HAS been mentioned on the show. During the series’s Framework arc, Phil Coulson claims that Hydra is brainwashing people using soap, so he makes his own. Is the commercial another sign that Hydra is behind the mystery of WestView? Is it a warning that no one in the town will be able to get away? And what’s that about finding the goddess within?

The actors in this ad are the same ones as the previous ones, Victoria Blade and Ithamar Enriquez. Their recurring presence might mean they have some significance in Wanda’s life. Maybe they’re her parents?

In what feels like an ominous follow-up to the Hydra Soak commercial, the doctor reveals that he and his wife won’t be taking their trip away after all. “Small towns, you know, so hard to escape,” he mutters, pointedly. I think we’re starting to get the hint, folks! Wanda mentions she is a twin and that her brother was named Pietro. It’s been a hot minute since anyone has talked about MCU’s Quicksilver — he made his debut back in Age of Ultron, the same film in which he was shot and killed.

When Geraldine lets it slip that she knows about Pietro’s death at the hands of Ultron, Wanda interrogates her and discovers her necklace bears a familiar symbol — it’s that damn S.W.O.R.D. logo, and Wanda is apparently not a fan.

In another sign that something is UP, Agnes and Herb seem to warn Vision about Geraldine. They note that she’s “brand new” to town with no family and start to say that “she came here because we’re all —” before they’re cut off. It’s worth noting that the two figures that may be MCU versions of formidable Marvel characters are the ones who seem to understand that strange things are going on in WestView. If Agnes and Herb are the MCU’s Agatha Harkness and High Evolutionary, they would definitely be the ones in the know. But why would they try to warn Vision about Geraldine if WestView is a trap?

Agnes is wearing her infamous brooch as a necklace that could be referencing an MCU supervillain mentioned before. The necklace has three figures close together, with the center figure holding what looks like a giant scythe. Is it another clue that the Grim Reaper is on his way?

Wanda literally throws Geraldine out of town — though she tells Vision that she had to run home — and Geraldine passes through what seems like a magical forcefield. While fans have been assuming WestView is a fake town, this shows us that physically, it’s a very real place. But it’s currently bubbled off with a barrier that Wanda can apparently allow people in and out of. And the song that plays as Geraldine finds herself outside the barrier? “Daydream Believer” by The Monkees. It seems pretty appropriate for a situation that feels like a surreal dream.

When Geraldine lands on the outskirts of real WestView, she’s instantly swarmed by cars and agents all bearing the S.W.O.R.D. logo. Since we know Teyonah Parris is playing the adult Monica Rambeau, it’s safe to assume Geraldine was an alias she used to go undercover in WestView. Combined with the mystery agent watching the show within the show from episode one, we can conclude that Wanda and Vision are being closely observed by S.W.O.R.D. for some reason. But they clearly aren’t the ones in control, since Monica is so easily forced out. What will they do next?

While the opening credits of this episode are a reference to The Brady Bunch, it’s the end credits that give us another clue about the big bad coming our way. Just like the previous episodes, Wanda and Vision are framed in a hexagon as the end credits roll. The symbol is so important because it’s the preferred shape of the creators at Advanced Idea Mechanics, or AIM, who are last seen in Iron Man 3. Remember the beekeeper suits that resemble AIM agents’ clothing? It seems like the evil organization might be making a comeback.

  WandaVision Episode 2 Easter Eggs

The opening credits for this episode aren’t just an adorable homage to Bewitched but a whole bevy of Marvel Easter eggs! The illustration of the moon happens to be surrounded by six stars, and we can’t help but be reminded of the Infinity Gauntlet.

When Vision phases through the floor, there’s a dark shape that looks exactly like the helmet worn by Marvel supervillain Grim Reaper hidden in the space. In the comics, he’s the brother of Wonder Man, whose brainwaves were used in Vision’s creation.

When Wanda goes to the supermarket in the opening, three references hang above the aisle! Bova Milk refers to Bova, the humanoid cow who raised Wanda and Pietro on Mount Wundagore. Auntie A’s kitty litter is a witchy reference to Auntie Agatha or Agatha Harkness, whom we’ve discussed before, and her cat-like familiar named Ebony. And Wonder Mints is most definitely a cheeky reference to Wonder Man, aka Simon Williams, the superhero who Vision’s brainwaves are based on in the comics!

When animated Wanda and Vision settle on their couch, the small figure on their side table is a statue of the Whizzer. Featured in 1982’s Vision and the Scarlet Witch, the Whizzer thought he was Wanda’s father but later discovers he was wrong. Whizzer and his wife were offered the chance to adopt Wanda and Pietro when they were kids on the mythical Mount Wundagore, but they declined.

When Wanda hears a crash outside the house, she heads out to the front, where she finds a colorful toy helicopter in an otherwise black-and-white world. Not only does the red-and-yellow helicopter have the number 57 stamped on it, but it also bears the S.W.O.R.D symbol! The number is likely in reference to Vision’s first appearance in Avengers #57, while the symbol hints to the presence of S.W.O.R.D outside Wanda’s perfect world.

The creepy, cult-like refrain spoken by the fundraiser organizers of it all being “for the children” seems to be a reference to Wanda’s involvement in the comic event The Children’s Crusade. The story follows her son, Billy, who’s trying to gain control over his reality-warping abilities by looking for a missing Wanda.

Well, here’s another blast from the angsty past! The Strücker timepiece is a very obvious callback to Hydra and Baron von Strücker. The watch bears the unmistakable octopus skull symbol of Hydra, and Strücker is the Hydra leader who recruited Pietro and Wanda for the experimentation that gave them powers. He was later killed by Ultron in his prison cell. Does anyone else hear that ticking noise? Remember good ol’ Herb? In the comics, a character named Herbert is also the High Evolutionary who runs Mount Wundagore, the very same safe haven where Bova delivered the Maximoff twins. Time will tell if the super-scientist is the same character, but it can’t be a coincidence.

Wanda and Vision’s magic show has two gems that we’ve noticed! First thing, the literal Mind Stone happens to be the design on the doors of the Cabinet of Mystery that plays a huge part in their act. Second, Wanda and Vision use the names Illusion and Glamour for their actor, which are also the names of the magicians that Vision goes to see in an issue of The Vision and the Scarlet Witch.

Though we all enjoy a good jam, The Beach Boys’ “Help Me, Rhonda” gets interrupted by someone asking, “Who’s doing this to you, Wanda?” And doesn’t that voice sound an awful lot like Randall Park’s Jimmy Woo?

While it may seem weird that Wanda shows her pregnancy in an instant, it’s in line with what goes on in the comics. Wanda uses magic to help her have children, which checks out since her husband is a synthezoid.

Oooh, that mysterious beekeeper! Not only does their presence lead to the reveal that Wanda has some control over the reality they’re in, but it also sets off some alarm bells. Even though the beekeeper’s suit bears the S.W.O.R.D logo on the back, the costume is reminiscent of the yellow costumes worn by A.I.M., a military science organization founded by Baron von Strücker. Could this be a sign that Wanda is being watched by more than one organization? And is this a hint that Hydra is back!? (Obviously, it is.)

  WandaVision Episode 1 Easter Eggs

When Wanda accidentally smashes a plate into Vision’s head, he jokes about his wife and her “flying saucers,” and she comments back about his “indestructible head.” Considering that Vision died after having the Mind Stone ripped from his head, it’s a dark joke to kick off the series.

Vision’s work tie has a visual reference to his comic-book alter ego! In Tom King and Gabriel Hernandez Walta’s Vision, whenever the character dresses as a human, he wears a tie clip that emulates the diamond pattern on his chest.

Vision’s boss, Mr. Hart, is likely named after comic creator Steve Englehart, who created 1985’s The Vision and the Scarlet Witch with Richard Howell, a miniseries that heavily influenced WandaVision. It’s been heavily implied that Kathryn Hahn’s Agnes is the MCU’s Agatha Harkness, a witch who helped train Wanda’s magic back in the ’70s and ’80s.

When Wanda magically saves dinner, the bottle of wine she pours from is Maison du Mépris, which translates to house of contempt or scorn. As fans have pointed out since the trailer drop, this seems like a reference to the House of M comics storyline in which Wanda bends reality into a new world ruled by her family.

The Stark commercial break refers to two things: Avengers icon Tony Stark and his part in Wanda’s dark past. As Wanda and her twin brother, Pietro, explain in Avengers: Age of Ultron, their parents were killed by an explosive Stark Industries device, leaving the twins trapped under rubble. The Maximoffs were trapped by a Stark Industries shell for two days, expecting it to detonate before they get rescued. Even though Wanda eventually fights beside Tony in the future, there’s still some trauma from that experience and her brother’s death. If it weren’t for the Starks, Wanda could have been a completely different person.

The episode closes with a mysterious observer watching the “show” and taking notes on a pad with the logo of S.W.O.R.D. on the cover. For those who don’t know, S.W.O.R.D stands for Sentient World Observation and Response Department and is a subdivision of S.H.I.E.L.D. It’s a counterterrorism and intelligence agency that deals with extraterrestrial threats to world security. Expect to see them around more.

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[jamaisjoons]

intro: her VII ⤑ knj | m

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 you enter namjoon’s life in the most unexpected of ways, but will you be able to stay, especially when he comes with three adorable but chaotic children, even more chaotic best friends and a bitch of an ex-wife? not to mention your own emotional baggage. 〞single dad au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: single dad!namjoon x marine vet!reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst (yikes i warned you it was coming) ⋆ fluff

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 5k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: like none,,, kissing? the big angst whoopee

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: helLLO CHILDREN! LOOK! its here!! chapter seven and some ANGST hehehee, honestly this is kinda tame for what i have planned big yikes,,, no one yell at me i warned u

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Namjoon’s lips, all of a sudden on yours, causes your eyes to widen for a fraction of a second before almost instantly slipping shut. His hand moves to loosely grip your neck, lifting your chin higher as your own hand's fist his shirt, pulling him closer. Namjoon’s tongue swipes along your bottom lip, your lips parting in response as his tongue slips into your mouth, curling around yours. Though soft and pillowy, his lips are slightly chapped, increasing the friction between your mouths. Namjoon’s other arm winds around your waist, pulling you closer into his body and eliciting a gasp from you, giving him further access to your mouth.

Hands winding up his chest, your fingers carded in his hair, losing yourself in the way his body was pressed against yours and the way his tongue tasted. Tongues languidly gliding against each other, you lose track of time, consumed by the feeling of him. You both stand on Namjoon’s porch, lost in your own world as you feel nothing but each other, the rest of the world fading into the background.

Eventually, when your lungs began to burn from the lack of oxygen, Namjoon pulls away. Both your eyes stay closed and you feel the way he lingers around your lips, barely a hair’s breadth away. Gradually, your eyes flutter open, his warm breath fanning against your lips as you stare into his eyes. He smiles gently, brushing his nose against yours before repeatedly peppering soft kisses on your lips.

“DADDY’S KISSING NOONA!” Taehyung suddenly screams. You both break out of your daze, bodies seizing in shock. Your face heats and you immediately bury yourself in Namjoon’s chest, mortified at being caught making out by his sons. Namjoon chuckles, hand on the back of your head as he holds you close, letting you hide in his chest.

“Daddy no fair! You have to share! Noona was mine first,” Jungkook whines, running up before trying to squeeze in between you both as he attempts to break you up. Despite the situation, you find yourself laughing into Namjoon’s chest as Jungkook tries his best to get in between your bodies. You let go of Namjoon, grabbing Jungkook before picking him up so he’s sandwiched between you and Namjoon. He grins brightly at you, his bunny smile on display as you attack him with a barrage of kisses all over his face that has him giggling and squealing. Namjoon watches you with soft eyes, a tender smile on his face as he takes in this sight of you and Jungkook.

“Me too! Me too! I want kisses from noona too!” Taehyung says, running up to you and jumping up and down to get your attention. You laugh as you place Jungkook back down on the ground, the youngest pouting as you lavish Taehyung with kisses. Moments later, you feel a slight tug on your arm and turn around, noticing Jimin standing there, a prominent blush on his face as he looks at the ground shyly. Your face crumples and you’re immediately grabbing him, kissing his plump cheeks until he’s smiling brightly. Namjoon stares at the four of you in complete astonishment. He’s conflicted as to how he should be feeling. On one hand, he loves the easiness between you and the boys and just how motherly you really are. But on the other, he feels marginally rejected by his own sons.

“Alright. Alright, come on. We can’t stand out here forever,” Namjoon finally says. You blush, standing up straight as the boys run back into the house. You move to follow them but are halted when Namjoon grabs your arm. You turn to him in surprise, brows furrowing in question.

“I- Um… I was wondering if uh… date. I mean, would-. What I’m trying to ask is-” Namjoon begins, stuttering and stumbling over his own words as his ears burn in embarrassment. No matter how much you try, you simply can’t suppress the grin that breaks out on your face over how flustered he is. Standing on your tiptoes, your hands brace themselves on his strong chest as you press a light kiss to the corner of his mouth. Namjoon immediately clamps his mouth shut, staring down at you as he blinks in surprise. You giggle before placing your heels back on the ground, the distance between your faces increasing once again.

“I’d love to go on a date with you,” You say, taking pity on him. Namjoon groans, throwing his head back.

“Sorry, it’s just been so long since I’ve asked someone out or even been on a date that it was… nerve-racking,” Namjoon says, refusing you meet your eyes.

“But you had no qualms about walking up to me and kissing me like that?” You laugh, unable to resist teasing him. Namjoon’s head whips around, staring at you in disbelief, taking in the cheeky smile on your face. He draws up to his full height, eyes darkening before towering over you. Your eyes widen at the change in his demeanour, nervously shifting when he leans above you, lips almost brushing.

“You didn’t have any issues with me kissing you,” Namjoon replies huskily, eyes flicking to your lips. Your own eyes widen slightly, swallowing thickly. This was the Namjoon you were used to, the confident rapper with a cool, sexual demeanour. However, seeing him this up close had you feeling more wired than you had anticipated.

“I- I think we should go in! Before the boys destroy your house,” You quickly blurted out, voice slightly high pitched. You turn and run inside, needing distance between you and him, ignoring Namjoon’s deep chuckle as he follows you into his home. Running into the bathroom, you shut the door with a loud slam before pressing your back against the dark wood. You exhaled deeply, your hand pressed against your chest as you attempted to still the rapidly beating heart under your palms. You walked to the sink, turning the faucet on and splashing your face with cool water.

“Get a grip of yourself!” You hiss, reprimanding your reflection. A couple of moments later, you finally manage to calm yourself down, exiting the bathroom sheepishly. You find Namjoon in the living room, sitting on the sofa while the boys lay on the floor, playing with Monie and their toys. He turns to you with a cute smile, dimples prominent on either of his cheeks and you almost drop your jaw over the complete personality change. How was he so calm and cool one moment and then adorably dorky the next? It made no sense. Patting the space next to him, he beckons you towards the sofa. Your feet move automatically, joining him on the sofa, the TV playing the news in the background.

“So… about that date,” Namjoon begins and you smile shyly, nodding at him to continue.

“I was just wondering when you’d be free,” Namjoon continues. You bite your lip, thinking of your schedule. You and Namjoon were usually pretty busy, you as a veterinarian and Namjoon as a world-class rapper. Would it be hard to find time for each other? He also had the boys to think about, and he’d have to find someone to look after them. Suddenly, an idea pops into your mind.

“How about today?” You suggest, turning your body to look at him.

“Today? That’s short notice. And we can’t go anywhere because of the boys,” Namjoon points out, a befuddled look on his face. Giggling, you nod your head.

“Exactly! We’re both off for the rest of the day, so this is an ideal opportunity yes? But Jimin is sick and you need someone to look after the boys. So how about, as our first date, we just stay in and have a nice dinner,” You suggest. Namjoon cocks a brow at you.

“Is that okay? Are you sure you don’t want to go somewhere?” He asks. This was definitely a first. Didn’t girls usually want to get dressed and go out?

“Really, would we be able to go anywhere fancy in the first place? You’re a famous rapper, you can’t just wander the streets of Seoul with another woman. But also I don’t really care about going out. First dates are to spend time and get to know each other. There’s no reason we can’t do that here. Besides, you have three kids to think about. It makes the most sense to do it this way,” You point out. Namjoon’s face turns passive, his eyes turning guarded.

He can’t help but duck down and capture your lips with his again. Your eyes widen in surprise before kissing him back just as vigorously. Namjoon leans forward, pushing you back until your back is pressed to the couch. He really couldn’t believe you were real. Half the time he assumed he was imagining you, because really, what were the chances he’d find someone so accepting of not only his children but mindful of his career too. He can’t help but think that you really could be the one.

Pulling away from his lips, you strain your neck and kiss the tip of his nose, smiling brightly at him. Namjoon moves off of you, reaching over for his phone before pulling you into his side. Your eyes widen at the sudden movement, feeling him wrap his arm around your back until you’re pressed into his side, head on his chest. The act comes easy for him, your body fitting perfectly against his as his sons continue playing on the floor, their giggles paired with Monie’s bark filling the room.

“What do you want for dinner?” Namjoon asks, showing you his phone as he scrolls through the different delivery places.

“I don’t mind! You can pick whatever you want,” You suggest, looking up at him from your spot on his chest. Namjoon hums, nodding.

“Okay, let’s keep it simple and go with pizza?” He asks, looking down at you. From this angle, he somehow looks even cuter than he usually did, with his full cheeks, irresistible lips and button nose. You can’t help but lean up, pressing a kiss just over his dimple.

“If ordering pizza gets me kisses then I may just have to order pizza for the rest of my life,” Namjoon jokes causing you to roll your eyes and smack his chest lightly.

“Shut up, I couldn’t help it. But pizza sounds great. Margherita works great for me,” You agree. Namjoon hums, already placing the order. Once done, he throws his phone onto the other side of the sofa, pulling you even closer. It’s strange, this is technically your first date and yet there’s no nervousness in your abdomen. In fact, everything flows with relative ease. When he places a kiss on your shoulder, you can’t help but melt into his embrace, body relaxing even further into his own, much harder one.

“So, what do you want to do?” He asks. Humming in thought, your eyes light up.

“We could watch a film?” You ask, eyes lighting up as Namjoon’s brow quirks.

“Pizza and a film? This couldn’t be any more further from a first date but okay. What do you want to watch?” Namjoon asks. You bounce slightly, eyes twinkling.

“Little mermaid! I haven’t watched it in so long,” You say, hope brimming within you. Namjoon lets out a low laugh, finding your excitement completely endearing. He nods, kissing your forehead before shifting you off of him. You watch as he gets up, walking towards his large collection of children and Disney films before picking out the DVD and putting it into his player. The boys watched him curiously, and when they realise what’s happening they quickly abandon their toys, jumping onto the sofa with you.

“Little mermaid!” Jimin squeals, legs kicking in excitement. Namjoon grins, picking Jimin up from the sofa easily before plopping himself down so Jimin ends up sitting on his father’s lap. Namjoon once again pulls you into his side, one hand casually resting on the sofa behind you. You blush slightly at how domestic it is. Taehyung sits contentedly on your other side; however, Jungkook looks between you and his father with a pout. Before you can ask him what’s wrong, however, he’s crawling into your lap, pointedly looking at his father. Namjoon chuckles at the jealous pout on Jungkook’s face while you giggle at how endearingly possessive he was.

You hear the first notes of the film, snuggling further into Namjoon’s body. You’re pleasantly surprised when Namjoon joins you in singing all the songs, word for word, his eyes sparkling. When ‘Part of Your World’ comes on you cannot help but giggle at the high pitched, tone-deaf, voice that emits from Namjoon’s mouth. However, he remains unfazed, practically belting out the lyrics at the top of his voice, your mixture of laughter and singing drowned out by him. The boys giggle at the both of you, cheering you on with clapping hands. Mentally, you can’t help but think that perhaps he was enjoying this film even more than his sons.

Halfway through the film, you’re interrupted by the pizza delivery guy. Namjoon pauses the film as he pays the guy before grabbing cups for the drink as well as napkins considering how messy his sons were. Pressing play, the five of you sit and happily munch on the pizza, as you continue singing despite having your mouths full of food. Namjoon even attempts to talk with Sebastian’s accent, wiggling his eyebrows and dancing exaggeratedly when ‘Under the Sea’ comes on, his face contorting into various expressions.

He calms down slightly after that, content to sing along with a lower voice through the rest of the film. When ‘Kiss the Girl’ begins playing, you can’t help watching Namjoon from the corner of your eyes, relishing in how easy every interaction comes with him. Namjoon turns around to look at you, his eyes dark and hidden with a different emotion. You blink up at him, losing yourself in his dark, twinkling eyes. He smiles softly at you before bending over and kissing you. You can’t help smiling into the kiss, almost rolling your eyes over how cheesy he was being. Namjoon shrugs, placing another kiss on your lips that has you laughing into his mouth and wrapping your arms around him. When you both break off, the boys jump onto you, causing you to tumble over as they press kisses all over your face.

“Well, this looks cosy. What is going on here?” A voice calls out, all your heads snap towards the entrance of the living room, Yoongi, Hoseok and Seokjin looking at the scene with amused smiles. You freeze, looking at Namjoon in fear at being caught.

“What are you doing here?” Namjoon splutters, sitting up straight and attempting to distance himself from you subtly. However, his movement only causes Yoongi to quirk an eyebrow.

“We came here because we were worried about the boys being sick and to help you if you needed it. But you already have help it seems,” Hoseok says, eyeing you with sparkling eyes, his tone teasing. You let out a small groan, knowing that you were not about to live this down.

“We’re just having dinner,” Namjoon says shortly, not wanting to admit you were both on a date only to have Hoseok and Seokjin tease you both.

“Just dinner?” Seokjin sing songs, his voice taking on a happier lilt.

“Daddy and noona are on a date!” Taehyung rats you both out, his voice filled with childlike innocence. You choke, throwing yourself into a coughing fit while Namjoon hisses Taehyung’ name, the latter looking at his father in confusion, wondering what he did wrong.

“A date?” Yoongi mumbles, looking at the empty pizza boxes before turning to the film that was still being played in the background.

“Absolutely not,” Hoseok quickly interrupts, looking positively aghast.

“Yeah, this is not happening,” Seokjin follows and your stomach immediately drops. Did they not want this? Perhaps they didn’t think you were good enough for Namjoon.

“This is nota first date! You can’t just sit in watching a film and eating pizza with children on a date. Especially not the first,” Seokjin continues, berating you both. Your shoulders immediately slump in relief, glad that they were more unhappy with the nature of the date rather than the date itself.

“Well, there’s not much we could do. Besides, ____ suggested this,” Namjoon quickly interjects. Hoseok turns to you, narrowing his eyes before tutting, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Honestly, it’s fine. I don’t mind,” You try to placate them both, but neither Hoseok nor Seokjin heed your words.

“It doesn’t matter. We’re not letting this be your first date. Do you have any idea how long Hoseok and I have been waiting for this? Months! MONTHS! Namjoon, go get dressed. Something nice. I don’t care where you go, just go somewhere date like. We’ll watch the boys,” Seokjin rants. You try to interject and tell him you really were fine with this as a first date, but Seokjin pointedly ignores you.

“Leave it ____, they’re not going to listen to us. Just give me a few minutes to change and then we can go somewhere,” Namjoon finally exhales, standing up and dusting pizza crumbs off of himself before disappearing out of the living room. Hoseok and Seokjin turn to you, mischievous smiles on their lips as Yoongi looks at you apologetically. You swallow thickly, not liking the predatory grins on both Hoseok and Seokjin’s faces.

“So ____, guess your dreams are finally coming true,” Hoseok teases. You narrow your eyes at him, throwing an empty dipping sauce pot at his head. On instinct, Hoseok ducks out of the way, laughing at the scowl on your face.

“Has he kissed you yet?” Seokjin asks and you let out a little gasp, face burning as you look away. Seokjin laughs, his high pitched chuckle filling your ears as you try your hardest to ignore him.

“If you don’t want to answer that’s fine, I can ask Taehyung,” Seokjin teases and your eyes widen, knowing that Taehyung couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Just as Seokjin opens his mouth, you whip around. Throwing yourself against Seokjin, you tackle him to the ground, covering his mouth and glaring at him. Hoseok lets out a loud, raucous laugh as you struggle to keep Seokjin pinned down and his mouth shut.

“What is happening?” Namjoon asks, glaring at the way you were practically straddling Seokjin. You let out a little yelp, scrambling off him before smiling sheepishly at Namjoon.

“No need to get jealous Namjoon, ____ here was just trying to stop me asking Taehyung if you had kissed,” Seokjin sing songs, causing you to scowl at him. Namjoon blushes slightly before rolling his eyes at Seokjin’s waggling eyebrows.

“Come on ____, let’s go,” Namjoon says, smiling softly at you. You nod, getting up and gathering your things.

“Have fun! But not too much fun, if you know what I mean,” Hoseok calls out, him and Seokjin both snickering at you. Namjoon shakes his head in exasperation, turning to look at Yoongi.

“They still need their bath. Jimin’s antibiotics are on his table. We’ll probably be back after their bedtime,” Namjoon says, Yoongi nodding.

“I know how to look after your sons Namjoon, I’ve been doing it since they were born,” Yoongi drawls, Namjoon nodding.

“Yes, yes I know! Okay boys, daddy and noona are going out now. Be good for hyungs okay?” Namjoon says, squatting down and pressing kisses to their heads. You move to wave goodbye to them, only making the boys whine instead.

“Noona! Kisses!” Jungkook pouts, stomping one of his little feet. Hoseok and Seokjin snicker, causing you to glower at them briefly before bending and copying Namjoon, placing soft kisses on their heads.

“Do we get kisses too?” Hoseok asks, his face a picture of innocence but his eyes twinkling with mischief. Rolling your eyes, you turn to join Namjoon, smacking the back of Hoseok’s head as you leave.

“Hey!” Hoseok whines. Namjoon chuckles as he wraps an arm around you.

“That’s what you get,” Namjoon laughs before guiding you out of the house, leaving a pouting Hoseok behind.

Leaving Namjoon’s house, you both walk down the street. The night is quiet, the air crisp against your warm skin causing you to pull your jacket around you tighter. Neither of you says anything, more than happy to quietly walk beside each other. Namjon looks at you from the corner of his eyes, brows furrowing when he notices your huddled form and frosted breath. Stepping closer to you, he takes your hand in his.

“Sorry, it’s kind of cold, isn’t it? I don’t really drive and it’s late. Plus we’ve already had dinner,” Namjoon says softly, trying to warm you up with his body heat. Shaking your head, you look up at him.

“It’s really not that cold, I think I’m just feeling it because your house was warm. I’m sure I’ll get used to it,” You say as Namjoon nods but grips your hand tighter. He pulls you down a different, much more secluded road and you look around, wondering where he’s taking you.

“So, do you know where you’re going? Or is this where you murder me and steal all my money. Although, you already have a lot more money than me,” You joke. Namjoon looks at you in surprise before laughing.

“It looks shady I know, but there’s a park near here. I thought we could go there?” Namjoon replies. You giggle, nodding and gripping his hand tighter.

A couple of minutes later, your both arrive at a gated off park. Namjoon walks to the entrance, pulling you into the park before walking towards a large tree. It’s almost completely dark and you practically have to squint to see where you’re both going, the only light source available to you the crescent moon and the few stars you could see in the sky. You cling closer to Namjoon; the darkness was daunting but you felt completely safe with his presence. He had that off, comforting effect on you.

Moments later, Namjoon comes to an abrupt stop. You cannot see much, so you can only assume that Namjoon’s brought you somewhere to the middle of the park. Squinting harder, you can make the outline of his large figure bending down before laying on the grass, almost blending into the ground. He tugs your hand and you calm your nerves, knowing you were safe with Namjoon. You join him in laying on the ground, Namjoon pulling you closer to him. You’re both staring at the sky, the dark grey clouds passing over and obstructing the moon every now and then.

“So this was your big plan?” You finally ask, your voice cutting the eerie silence of the night.

“I didn’t have time to come up with a big plan! Why? Are you not enjoying yourself?” Namjoon asks and you can hear the slight worry in his voice. You quickly shake your head, turning to where you think his head should be but only coming face to face with a dark, faceless outline.

“No, it’s oddly calming. It would be nicer if the stars were out and it wasn’t cloudy,” You say, turning back to the sky. You feel Namjoon nod, shifting closer to you. You can almost feel the waves of nervousness wash over him.

“What’s wrong?” You ask and Namjoon sighs.

“There’s a song I wrote… do… you want to hear it?” Namjoon asks and you blink before nodding. You feel Namjoon shift and the rustling of fabric before a bright light fills the dark night. You squint at the blinding light as Namjoon scrolls through his media before finding the song. Clicking play, you hear a soft beat fill the silence then Namjoon’s soft voice starts to play through his phone. You fidget nervously, the lyrics filling your head.

“I say this could be something. This is something,” his voice comes across the phone, as the song ends. You feel Namjoon’s nervousness spike and hear the way he swallows thickly.

“Do… do you like it?” Namjoon asks but you’re a bit lost for words. Was the song about you? You didn’t want to be presumptuous but surely it was about you?

“You’re not saying something. Do you hate it? Oh my god. I knew it was stupid to write you a song,” Namjoon begins blurting out but your body stills at his word, head snapping to look at him.

“So it is about me?” You finally say and Namjoon stops his panicked rant.

“Um… yes. I wrote it around when we first met. That’s not weird right?” He asks and you quickly shake your head, heart soaring at the gesture. He’d written you a song!

“It’s… beautiful. I really like it,” You finally say, hearing Namjoon’s relieved sigh.

“Thank god. I’m glad! I wasn’t sure if it would come out as creepy or not,” Namjoon confesses, causing you to giggle.

“It was definitely adorable. Not creepy at all in this very dark park or anything,” You tease, Namjoon poking your side.

“Ah yes, definitely not creepy to drag a girl into a deserted park and play her a song you wrote for her when you first met,” Namjoon replies, a teasing inclination in his tone. Silence falls between you two again as you both stare up at the night sky, watching the dark clouds slowly pass by.

“I’m not going to lie, as far as first dates go, I think this is my favourite.” Namjoon breaks the silence, his voice low and calming. You hum in agreement.

“Well, if we’re not lying then, this is my first date in a long while too,” You confess. Namjoon shifts, looking at you in surprise. Not that you could really see his face.

“Really? Why is that?” He asks curiously and you sigh, biting your lip nervously.

“I got out of a really bad relationship a year and a half ago,” You whisper, Namjoon tightening his hold on you.

“How bad?”

“Bad enough that I moved halfway across the country. I don’t really want to talk about it,” You finally say and Namjoon nods, more than happy to change the subject as he presses a kiss to your temple.

“If it helps, this is my first date in a long time too. I had wanted to ask you out before but I didn’t know whether I should or not,” Namjoon confesses. Your brows furrow and you shift to your side, looking up at where the outline of his face was.

“Why?”

“I wasn’t sure if you were in it for the long run or not. I have three children I need to think about. I can’t do casual anymore. I can’t just introduce someone into their lives who isn’t going to stay you know?” Namjoon asks.

His words shouldn’t come as a shock. They really, really shouldn’t. Because it made complete sense. He had three young children to think about and introducing a woman to them only for them to grow attached and have her leave was decidedly a very bad idea. So no, it shouldn’t come as a surprise. And yet his words have your heart racing. And not in a good way. You feel your breath quicken, hands turning clammy as you begin to feel flustered and overwhelmed.

You had known this when saying yes. You had known that Namjoon would have thought through everything and then thought it over once again before even trying anything. But you hadn’t. You should have. You should have known that Namjoon was in this for the long run and maybe you could be. But this was happening too soon. You loved the boys and yes you could hang out with them for a few hours… but being a mother?! You had no idea how to do that.

The weight of what it means to be with Namjoon and be in his life romantically hits you like a tonne of bricks and suddenly you’re left feeling more overwhelmed than you had in a long time. Panic grips your every being. You hadn’t planned for this. You didn’t know if you could do this. Did you even want to do this? You’d known Namjoon for over half a year now, sure, but even then it felt like you were potentially rushing into things. You lost yourself in Namjoon and playing house with him that you hadn’t even really considered what it meant to really be with him and what it meant to be with the boys.

“____? Are you okay?” Namjoon asks, sensing something is wrong. You sit up immediately, trying to calm your rapidly beating heart, ignoring the part of you that is yearning for Namjoon’s warmth and calming presence.

“I… I don’t know if I can do this,” You finally manage to whisper and Namjoon feels as if someone had drenched him in ice-cold water.

“What do you mean?” He whispers, fear gripping him.

“I don’t… Namjoon I don’t know if I can be a mother. I don’t know the first thing about being a mother,” You say. Namjoon hears the complete terror and anxiousness dripping in your voice and he feels his stomach drop. This is the exact thing he had been afraid of.

“____… what are you trying to say?” Namjoon asks, voice thick with emotion. You’re both glad each other’s faces are obstructed by the darkness of the night. You don't want to see the heartbreak on his face that is clearly dripping in his voice and Namjoon doesn’t want to see the fear and apprehension on yours.

“I don’t know,” You whisper, because honestly, you didn’t. Namjoon takes a deep breath, steeling his nerves. Feeling himself shift away from you, your mind screams amidst the panic. Yelling at you to throw yourself into him. But you can’t seem to move past the overwhelming trepidation that courses through your bloodstream.

“Well… I need you to know. I can’t be doing this anymore ____. I’m not getting younger and the boys definitely aren’t getting younger. I can’t be doing this second-guessing thing. I need you to be sure. They love you. Like they love a mother. But if you’re not up for that, I can’t… I won’t break their hearts like that. So I need you to be sure. Because I’m in this for the long run and I need you to be too.” Namjoon finally says, his voice level despite the crushing ache in his chest.

“I… I don’t know…” You reply, struggling to get the words out. You and Namjoon sit in silence; though once comfortable, now it’s devastatingly thick with tension.

“So what now?” You finally gather the courage to ask. You hear Namjoon take in a deep breath, drawing in closer to yourself, head almost buried in your knees.

“It seems we’re at an impasse.”

A/N: i know i told everyone not to yell at me, but  I also know you will definitely yell at me so,,,, go ahead ksksksksksksk. Also, the song that Namjoon plays is called Something by,,, well him hehe

▷ Masterlist | Chapter 8

[okayish-omens]

Eddies in a box

or Flowers in a Box but it’s cyberpunk. anyway here u go

Chapter 1 – The Beginning

autors note: okay just so you know i dont like this game. well sorta, but not really. but my older sister really like it though so i'm writing it for her as a present for her birthday. :) i hope that she likes it!

dedcated to my sister, haley :)

-okay beginning now-

Vee walks into the flat megabuildign 10. he is wearing a scarf and has squinty eyes. then he sees johnny sitting on the chair in the flat. the flat is pretty and has many BDs in it.

"hollo johnny" he says

"hello Vee" jonnhy says but bitchily.

"what are you on your period of something?" said ve also bitchily (but Johnny can sound way more bitchy because Koala Reeves plays him)

"you should knows i'm not a girl after you spend all night sucking my dick ;)" said johnny (johnny has the hots for v even if he has squinty eyes)

(i bet johnny has a squinty eyes fetish)

"what?' said ve e because he was smoking and not paying attention.

"oh nothing i guess that was a dream" said jonnhy sadly

"oh cool" said vee (hes kind a dumbazz lol) "anyways i came back from the store because rogue says we have a new case"

"oh really?" johnny said. He got up and walked over to eve. "Wow that's cool :)"

"We should go" said vee. "rouge will be wondering where we're going"

-some time later-

The crime scene was very bloody. It was at a muesum. everyone was there. even Takemura (everyones a bitch in this game and so is takemura). Takemura walked over to veee and there was some black chick by him (she kinda looks like the girl from being human, lol i love that show you sould watch it)

"Hi freak-v” Takemura said. (hes a jerk but he gets alot of dick he's like a pimp lol)

"why don't you go fuck a dinosaur taekmura" said Eev. 'jerk and also your cheating on your Wife."

"WHAT" said tkaemura (even though he's pimp hes still lame :)) and then he run off (but he didn't fuck a dinosaur like frea-v said)

(i know i'm not that good but the story isn't that bad :D please review)

Then Rouge came by and that made stuff more interesting. (i like her shes cool).

"Hi vee" she said. "how is this case going"

"Good" said V. "I think I know the killer"

"wow vee you're so hot" Said Jhonny.

"what?" said v.

"I mean smart" said johnyn.

"i know right?" Ve says

"can you just tell me who the killer is?"

V looked down at the body and narrowed his already squnty eyes. then some white words (it happens in the game guys don't flame me) appeared in front of him.

"the killer is takemuar;" said Vee e. "because he is a douche".

"Ok arrest him guys" said Rgoue. "Thanks vea for your help".

"no problem," said V.

"cool"

then they took away takemura, but someone was watching from the shadows. Someone who would want revenge.

-authors note: please r and r! i'll write more i have a great twist coming up :)-

Chapter 2 - The Skull

autors note: FCK H8TRS ! but for that 1 person who liked my fic thnx you 3 ! ! keep reviewin guyz! :)

-2 days earler-

takemura stempted through the doorway of the door. in side was a bunch of creepy stuff like spider web and a fish tank with deadly fish and a hammer head shark in it. and so was adam smasher.

(i hate yorinobu i like to call him Adam MASHER :))

Tkaemura sat down at the tabel across from smasher. "hello" he said.

"hello takemura why are u here" said smaher

"well yor i was wonderi ng if uo could fix somthing for me." said Taekmura. (get it cause in the game they say 'adam can u fix it for me? :O)

"wat?" said smaser

"well u see in the future this guy caled V-" said takemura

"oh i know him hes tawsome" said smashr

"ikr anyways he arrests me in the da future so i ned you to kill him." said taekmura

"how do u know the futre" masher saided

"well you see" said takemura

-FLASHBCAK-

Takemura is in the megabuild10 wen he touches Vees skull (not his REAL skull under his ksin lol his UNREAL 1 on the s helf)

then he (dun dun dun)… COULD SEE THE FURTE

-flashnack over-

"cool faslback" said smsher

"i know right"

"you no takemura you're really pimpin (well it's true real the first chatper of my sotry) so I think i will kill him for you"

"thnx then" said takemura.

"your welcome" said smashre

-back at the flat in the presnt time-

"i wonder what adam is doing now" sid vee

"yea me to," said johnny wisfuly "last time we saw him was at the hq. remember it blew up becasue u shot the bomb then the elevator began to explode. Yorinoub jumped away on his mototcyle-copter and smasher fired up his lazers into the smoke and climed up them. i pushed you in too the water beloe and (can you guys tell im trying to add more desription to make it god :)) saved us botg. then rouge came in and saved us. we never saw adma agan after that night.'

"yea johnyn …. i know i was there." Veee said.

johnyn did not like smasher much he liked to call him MASHRE haha (like me) because vee obvously liked him better. vee was a smart man who neded someone to kepe him intrestd johnny was simply a borin rockstar terrorist. he wold nevre me as good as adam..

he looked over at the skull which lay on the shelf… … . . and had an idea.

(okay guys do u like it? i added some more long bits and i tried to make it good and post some good scifi stuff in it :) :) :) please REA DAND REVIEW

Chapter 3 – The Kill

athorus note: thnx for all the revews guyz! I really aprciate it :) btw I found some bold font on my compter so now I;m going too bold some fstuff to mke it more dramatic ::)

-presetn time-

Vee and johnny were having dinner at a resuatrant. Mama welles was theyre (it's funny because JACKIe and yea) and they were eatin g gphagetti because thats what italina people eat (or maybe mama welles is spans hi cant remember) and she brouhgt over some candles and it was nice BUT THEN

a guy with a gun crahsede through the widow and shot vee dead and he fell to the floro dead and johnny said "OH NO" and held him in his arms

a single tear dripped donw his check add it was sad. every one of the cnadels in the restuarnt was blone out. it was sad.

"WHO" said johnyn. "WILL SOLVE THE CASE OF VEES MURDOR IF HES DEDA"

it was a sad day.

-back at the flat-

johnyn was stiging theye sad when all of a sudden the dore opend. in came a fmalr face- it was (dun dun dun) VEE.

"WOW SAID JOHNNY" "your mback!"

"i know" said eev "wait wat do yu o mean"

"you died"

"no i didnt" said v

"WHAT"

"yea i didnt why do u say i did."

"because you did!"

"hmmmph" said veee

"okay" said jhonny and then he went aoutside

then he saw misty (who is uhso tarot reder) and she said johnny i need "to talk to you"

"oka" he said

mitsy said "look eve died"

"yeah i know :(" sdia johnny

"but hers here"

"yea i know" said johnny

"see what happned is when vee touched the skull he sthins he saw the futue but realy his future self was swraped with his past self so his ptas self died and his futre self lived"

"oh" said johnny. "okay"

"lok smashre is trying to kill vee's fture slef you have to help him"

johnny thought about what would happen if vee wa s a striper "I DEDUCE THAT UOU ARE SEXY" he said

"what" said mistey

"nothing okat bye" said johnny going back

futurev was there and he said "hi johnny"

"hi Veea"

-1 day later-

"okay hi" said takemura "you said you killed him but hes skill alive"

"i know" said smashr. "because he touched the skull too"

"oh no"

"yes. which means that your past self has been aresttd and is in hail right now"

"good" said tkaemura

"no not good"

"i mean tnot good " said takemura

"godo said" adam "anways we need to kill the other vea too okay"

"okay" wait no

"pahy me"

"okay i'm a pimp so i have lot of mony"

"colz"

-1 day earlier-

vee touhec d the skull

-1 day later, at the flat-

John y touched the skull. (dun dun dun) (dun dun dan)

autors note: thnxs for reviwing guzy! keep it up 3! :):)

[spicykoreantatertots]

roadtrip - part two

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: angst, fluff, and eventually smut; high school au, friends to lovers au

warnings: hospital, medical stuff, anxiety, angsty high schoolers being angsty high schoolers

word count: 3.5k

summary: After your friend and long time crush, Min Yoongi, has a near death experience, you realize that your friend group is starting to grow apart. A cross country road trip brings adventure, bonding, tourist attractions, and romance. But will it be enough to salvage your friendships?

part one - part two - part three

The final bell rings at school and everyone excitedly spills out into the hallways. Most people are headed to club meetings, sports practice, or to meet up with friends. You rush to the main office to pick up Yoongi’s homework packets. He’ll be missing another two weeks of class and with finals coming up, you and Namjoon promised to help him stay caught up. 

You stop short of the office when you see Hoseok and Ami walking toward the gym for tennis practice. You take a deep breath, planning to call out to them, but something stops you. An uneasy feeling rising in your chest. You don’t want to interrupt the conversation they seem to be enjoying so much. Ami is laughing pretty hard... Instead, you continue into the office and pick up the hefty envelope with Yoongi’s name scrawled across it. 

The band hall is the last stop before heading to your car and driving the now familiar route to the hospital. After mulling over the day’s less-than-exciting events you turn your attention to the French Horn case carefully placed in the passenger seat. It’s staring back at you, making you feel a bit guilty. Since Yoongi’s accident five days ago, you had visited him in the hospital everyday. Spending hours at the hospital with him (and usually at least two or three other friends) meant less time spent practicing. 

You had been enjoying the time you’ve spent at the hospital, helping Yoongi with his homework between card games and planning movie nights you had all agreed to have in the summer. Remembering the time spent with your friends over the past few days brings an uncontrollable smile to your face as you step off the elevator and walk to Yoongi’s room. You feel really happy for the first time in a while. 

Lightly knocking on the door, you poke your head into the room before entering. Yoongi is laying in the bed as per usual, but the doctor and a nurse are standing over him. Yoongi gives you a small wave as you walk in. His mother sitting next to the bed, frantically typing on her laptop. She hadn’t been here in a few days, work is surely keeping her busy.

“Go ahead and lift your shirt for me.” The doctor instructs Yoongi. You intended to look away, but you catch a glimpse of his form and your eyes can’t help but linger. Under the harsh lighting of the hospital room, his body looks even more thin and pale than ever. The next thing you notice are the bruises that are finally becoming slightly less purple and more yellow. The doctor then reaches down to pull back the bandaging across your friend’s abdomen. This is when you decide to avert your eyes. 

“It actually looks like you’re healing well. What’s your pain level today?” You are looking out the window, but you can tell the nurse is now putting fresh bandages on the wound. 

“Maybe a three?” Yoongi responds before he sharply inhales. You look up to see the doctor pressing firmly on his stomach. 

“Mr. Min, I know you’re ready to go home but I think you need to stay at least another day or two.” The doctor continues to tell the nurse to add this or reduce that, lots of medical terms you can’t quite wrap your brain around.

“Hey.” Yoongi smiles over at you when they finally leave. He pushes himself up into a sitting position.

“Hi. How are you feeling?” You move your chair to the side of his bed opposite from his mother. The three of you make small talk for a few minutes before Mrs. Min quickly puts her laptop away and stands. 

“Well I’ve got to run a few errands. I’ll leave you two alone.” The look on her face causes you to blush against your will. The crush you’ve had on Yoongi over the years has come and gone many times, so it’s not surprising that she seems to know about it. 

Mrs. Min squeezes Yoongi’s hand before leaving the room. You pull today’s work out of your backpack and hand it to Yoongi.

“Should we start with English today or Stats?” You’re hoping he will wait until Namjoon or Ami stop by to work on his Statistics homework because you still aren’t sure if you fully understand the lesson yourself. 

“Well...” he starts, looking thoughtfully at you, “there may or may not be a Harry Potter marathon on ABC right now.” He reaches for the remote, scooting over in the upright hospital bed. He knows you can’t resist a Harry Potter marathon. Without hesitation you join him on the narrow bed, your side flush with his. As the two of you settle in, he grabs your hand and laces your fingers together. Skinship amongst friends isn’t new to you, but skinship coming from Yoongi is. You feel the blush returning to your cheeks. 

Yoongi turns on the tv and you can see that third Harry Potter movie was just starting. The movie is entertaining enough, but soon Yoongi is asking you about your day, wanting even the mundane details. Apparently he’s been very bored within the walls of the hospital. 

“Oh and I ran into Hoseok and Ami on their way to Tennis practice.”

“The gym is a long way from the band hall.” He laughs when you roll your eyes. “Well what did they say?”

“I didn’t get a chance to talk to them, actually.”

“I thought you said you ran into them?” he questioned.

“Well they were busy so I didn’t want to bother them.” You let out a sigh.

“So I guess things haven’t changed that much then.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You sit up slightly from the bed and look back at him. He’s looking at the TV.

“Ever since my accident you’ve been here talking about how you missed your friends and you’re planning movie nights, trying to get everyone together, but you won’t even talk to Hoseok at school.”

“It’s different there...” You begin to chew on your bottom lip. 

“He would have been happy to see you. Anyone would be happy to see you outside of a practice room.” Yoongi continued. “I guess... I thought you... I thought things would really be different.” You pull your hand from his grip to rub your face. 

“Well you’re one to talk.” You half mumble. Who is he to say these things when I pretty much haven’t heard from him since his last basketball game?

The awkward silence between the two of you only lasts for a moment because there’s a knock on the door. You look over to see Namjoon standing in the doorway. How long has he been standing there? The look on his face shows that he heard at least some of the conversation. 

“Hey. Oh, Harry Potter marathon, nice.” He takes a seat at the small table on the other side of the room. You stand from the bed and pick up the envelope of homework. 

“We’ve got English and Statistics today.” You say as you hand the work to Namjoon. He opens the packet and starts to pull out the worksheets. 

The night progresses slowly as the three of you work on your assignments together. The three of you huddled around the small table. The movie marathon still playing in the background. After giving up on the statistics homework you begin to think of ideas for your English assignment. It’s the weekly creative writing assignment. 

Write one page about the last thing that made you smile.

You look over at Yoongi, he was the last thing that made you smile and also the last thing that upset you. His brows are furrowed, he’s clearly thinking about something. You realize he’s also started the English assignment. He’s got about a quarter of a page so far. You can’t quite make out the words on his page, but you can’t help but wish they are about you. 

“I don’t know what to write about. What are you writing about?” You ask, looking down at your own blank page.

“I’m writing about the last thing that made me smile.” A smirk creeps across Yoongi’s face. He doesn’t even look up from the page. Before you can respond Namjoon chimes in.

“I’m writing about Monie.” He smiles brightly, his dimples coming into view. You suppose you could just make something up. Creative writing has never been easy for you, but you probably could write a few pages about Min Yoongi... 

After about an hour, you manage to bullshit a decent paper about how successfully playing a difficult piece of music made your chest swell with pride and a smile shine brightly across your face. Yoongi and Namjoon finished a while ago. They were picking at the food tray that was dropped off for Yoongi’s dinner. 

“Well...” You stand and stretch your arms over your head. “I should probably get home so I can practice before bed. Do you want us to go get you some real food first?” You point at the mushy looking meal in front of Yoongi, but he shakes his head.

“Jimin and Jungkook are on their way with pizza if you want to stay, though.” Yoongi says, but you shake your head.   

“I’ll go with you.” Namjoon reaches for his bag. “My shift starts in an hour.”

You walk over to the bed that Yoongi has settled back into. You place your hand over his and give him a small smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” 

“Thanks for coming.” His eyes meet yours for the first time in a while. He looks tired. 

~~~~~~~

“I heard the... argument? What was that about?” Namjoon turned to you in the elevator. You were hoping he wouldn’t bring it up. You try to think for a moment, not really sure where to start. You try to briefly explain the situation.

“So he basically called me a hypocrite for not talking to Ami and Hoseok at school.” You finish quickly when the elevator doors open on the ground floor. “I guess he’s right.”

“No, that’s not totally fair.” Namjoon quickly responds. “He knows about your anxiety. It’s not that simple.” 

“I just... I hate disappointing Yoongi.” You pause as you reach your car and look up at your friend. 

“Are your feelings for him coming back?” Namjoon looks down at you, already knowing the answer. He’s been there for you through several bouts of being love struck by Yoongi. There have been other crushes and a couple of boyfriends, but Yoongi was different.

You lean your forehead against Namjoon’s chest and sigh as he wraps his arms around you. “Joonie... I’ve loved that boy since I first laid eyes on him.”

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After an hour of mediocre practice, you decide to get ready for bed. While brushing your teeth, you absentmindedly cycle through the social media platforms to see various celebrities living it up and acquaintances from school posting thirsty selfies. A message pops up in your notifications. An Instagram direct message from @lilmeowmeow. 

You chuckle to yourself. It was the nickname your friends called Yoongi back in the day. You tap the notification to see what he sent. 

Yoongi: I’m sorry about earlier today...

@lilmeowmeow sent a post

You can’t help but laugh (and almost choke on spit and toothpaste) at the video of a kitten chasing a laser pointer. Yoongi knows that cute animal videos are the quickest way to earn your forgiveness. You double tap his message to let him know all is well.

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The new after school routine continues the next day. Pick up Yoongi’s homework, grab your French Horn, and head to the hospital. Upon your arrival, you notice Jin is standing outside the room. 

“Hey, what’s up?” You nod toward the closed door to Yoongi’s room. Jin notices the flash of worry that crosses your face momentarily. 

“Nothing, the doctor wanted to talk to Yoongi and his mom alone.” You let out a quiet sigh of relief and lean against the wall next to Jin. “Does he have a lot of work today?” 

“I think it’s just statistics. I swear she’s trying to drown us. I mean we’ve got three weeks left of school and she’s the only one still giving real assignments.” Jin nods along to your complaints absentmindedly. “What’s going on with you, Jinnie?” You bump him lightly with your shoulder. 

“Oh, I’m just tired.” he leans his head back against the wall. You look tired, Jinnie. When did we all start looking so tired all the time? “I’ve been staying up here until they kick me out around one or two.”

“Oh my gosh. And don’t you have theater practice at seven?”

“Only for a few more days. The play is on Friday. You’re still coming, right?” He looks over at you expectantly.

“Of course I am.” Oh shit I almost forgot. Mental note: pick up some flowers for Jin, Jimin, and Taehyung on Friday. “Why have you been staying so late?”

“Well, Yoongi hasn’t been sleeping well in the hospital and I hate to leave him alone at night.” Jin responds. 

“If you want to take the night off, I’ll stay late tonight.” You look over at Jin who has now closed his eyes.

“What about practicing?” He asks, eyes remaining closed.

“Yoongi did say I should spend less time practicing and more time with friends.” Jin lets out a small chuckle.

“I’m sure he did say that. He’s missed you.” Your heart skips a beat. It’s nothing. You’ve missed your friends too. 

“Oh?” You try to hide the surprise in your voice. Jin laughs. He’s known you just as long as Namjoon and Yoongi and he knows about your feelings toward Yoongi. He turns to you when he stops laughing. 

“Of course, Y/N. We all have.” See he didn’t mean anything by it. “Well maybe Yoongi’s missed you a bit more.” The wink Jin gives you sends your heart a flutter again. Your friends have often hinted that your feelings may not be totally unrequited, but you’ve never been bold enough to make a move. Just the thought of admitting your feelings to Yoongi knots your stomach. Before you can prod for more information from Jin, the door finally opens. 

A doctor you don’t recognize leaves and he is followed by Mrs. Min. The doctor is dressed in a suit rather than the usual scrubs and white coat; you can’t help but eye him suspiciously. Mrs. Min gives you a small wave before heading off to the elevator. Jin heads into the room and you follow behind him.

“How did it go?” Jin takes a seat at the end of the bed, and you take the seat next to the bed. Yoongi looks so defeated. His only response is to shake his head. “How much longer do they want to keep you?” Yoongi shakes his head again, looking like he might be close to tears. Your heart drops at the sight and your hand instinctively finds his. 

“How bad is the homework today?” Yoongi asks as he blinks back the tears that have formed in his eyes. 

“Just another page or two of stats...” you answer softly, with your head bowed. “You know, I could just do it for you today. It doesn’t look that bad.” You look over at Yoongi again, he’s smiling now. 

“I appreciate the offer, but I would like to pass the class.” A small wave of relief crashes over you as your friends begin to laugh. 

“You really are terrible at math, Y/N.” Jin adds. Jin lets out a big sigh and flops his body across the foot of the bed. You all sit in silence for a few moments before Yoongi speaks again. 

“Jin you’re already falling asleep. Just go home dude.” Jin’s eyes remained closed. “Jimin promised to bring tacos for dinner so you don’t have to stay. I’m sure he’ll bring Tae or Mina with him.”

“Oh well I told Jin I would stay late tonight so he could get some rest anyway.” Yoongi looks surprised.

“You did?” 

“She did.” A small smile spreads across Jin’s face.

“But only if you want me to.” 

“Of course I want you to.” Yoongi responds quickly and you try not to smile.

It seems as though Jin is trying to fall asleep. Yoongi lets go of your hand and moves to get up from the bed. You try not to notice how his dark gray sweatpants hug his hips in just the right place. 

“Let’s go for a walk. I think he needs a nap.” Without hesitation Jin takes over the bed without opening his eyes. You hold back a laugh as you follow Yoongi out of the room. “God I’ve been in that bed all fucking day.” He stretches his arms above his head as you walk down the hallway and you finally realize that he’s been disconnected from all his machinery. 

“So if they unhooked you from all the stuff, why do they want you to stay longer?” Yoongi hesitates to respond as you round a corner. 

“It’s complicated.” He pauses for a moment as though he’s trying to think of a response.  “Can we talk about literally anything else?” He clearly doesn’t want to talk about it, so you drop the topic. 

The cold and sterile hallway soon gives way to the bustling nurse’s station. A series of large counters connect to form a circle at the junction of several different hallways. About a dozen men and women dressed in brightly colored scrubs are working at different stations. Yoongi briefly introduces you to a few of the ones he’s come to know over the past few days.

“Hey there handsome. Good to see you walking around.” A beautiful young nurse smiles at Yoongi as the two of you approach her station. Is he blushing? You try to swallow the lump forming in your throat.

“Hey Rachel, this is Y/N.” She’s smiling brightly at you. 

“Oh I’ve heard a lot about you.” Did she just wink at me? Suddenly the lump in your throat vanishes.

“Oh really?” You giggle. Yoongi clears his throat and grabs your wrist to pull you away from Rachel’s station. “Nice to meet you!” You call back to her, still laughing. Yoongi leads you to the elevator and presses the button for the second floor, the cafeteria. 

“So you talk about me to the nurses?” You prod.

“I also talk to them about the rashes I got from the steroids they gave me, so don’t feel too special.” He laughs, his cheeks still a rosy color. 

A mixture of mostly pleasant smells hit you as the elevator door opens. 

“Wow...” Is all you can manage to say. The large space was filled with tables and chairs and a variety of stations from soups and salads to burgers and pasta. Most of the tables were full of people eating dinner. Some hospital staff, but mostly people who looked like visitors. You look around for a moment before your eyes land on the dessert station. Your eyes widen as you survey the plates full of cake, brownies, cookies and finally, the soft serve machine. 

“And that’s why we’re here.” You are brought back to reality only to notice Yoongi smiling down at you and the dumb look on your face. “They’ve got chocolate and vanilla swirl.” Your slack jaw quickly turns to a wide smile.

“You know me so well, Min Yoongi.” You grab his hand and carefully lead him to the ice cream machine. After making two too-big ice cream cones, Yoongi leads you to a table next to a large window that looks out into a small courtyard area where a group of five boys are passing a soccer ball back and forth. 

Your conversation about soccer doesn’t last very long, but your conversation about the courtyard’s questionable landscaping lasts surprisingly long. The overgrown shrubs and lack of biodiversity really seem to annoy Yoongi. Your gaze falls from the window and meets his dark eyes. You feel the blood running to your cheeks again. 

“I’ve really enjoyed spending so much time with you these past few days.” Your thoughts seem to be spilling out of your mouth rather than staying inside your head. “I really have missed you.”

“Yeah?” Yoongi smirks. “I have too.” His eyes drop to his hands. He’s fiddling with a napkin. 

“Yoongi, I love you.” Words continue to fall out of your mouth before you can stop them. But it’s not a confession of romantic feelings. You reach over a squeeze Yoongi’s hand. His eyes find yours again.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Your heart is beating fast, but try not to analyze his words or tone or the way he’s looking at you. You just accept this platonic love from your friend and for now, it’s enough.

Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! I know we didn’t see much of the maknae line in this chapter, but they’ll be back! I welcome all questions and comments about this fic! Always need feedback! I’ve got lots planned for this fic and we are just getting started! 

I’m just getting started in the fan fic community, so let’s be friends! Need beta readers and more than happy to be a beta reader! Let’s collab or just chat for a bit! :)

Big thanks to @maptoyoongi​ for proof reading for me. Love you! <3

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THE TAIL OF THE GHOST : Tales to Read AFTER the Lights Are OUT! : (1 part)

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THE TAIL OF THE GHOST

by De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

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He awoke to the almost feathery sensation of tail hairs flirting softly across his face.  Again.  The soft, sweet voice of the young mare offered, “Up, Old Warrior!  It is time for us to battle another night away!”

Opening one eye, the Old Warrior beheld two things.  One, the young mare was right.  The sun was setting.  Time for him to get up and fry a few hay twists for breakfast.

The other was a bit more awkward to see.  The young mare herself.  Other than the fact that her mane and tail were darker than the fur that covered the rest of her, there was simply not much to be seen.  Her outlines were slightly hazy and he could see the wall mount with his old battle honors and medals right through her.

Years ago, needing to reduce the size of a peacetime army, Master Sargent Warrin had been mustered out for his age and infirmity.  Some Infirmity.  True, he was missing the tip joint of his right wing.  That had failed to slow him down any.  Only dumb headquarters brass saw it as an infirmity.

When mustered out, Master Sargent Warrin had got from his forward post in the forest to Fort Everfree Edge faster than the overweight but “fit” pegasus Lieutenant that had delivered his Orders.  The scene that followed had got “insolence” added to his mustering out Orders.

All that he had done, after all, was point out to Base Commander Morrgripe that the UNFIT pony that they were mustering out could out run, out fly and carry a heavier battle pack in the air or on foot than ANY officer in the Fort.  That might have been bad enough, but the 950 golden bits that he had won while proving it, including a bet from the BC, had earned him the insolent tag.

Then the Prance border heated up a few years later.  For the fourth time!  They tried to get him to sign a forced reenlistment.

He had taken great pleasure in rubbing the Infirmity Muster Out in their faces!  At that time he was employed flying express post for Princess Luna’s Royal Road Commission.  AND had racked up SIX commendations for his swift deliveries!

He was smiling as he looked up at his second wall mount.  The commendations for swift post and two of Luna’s Crescents for gallantry in dealing with deadly civil emergencies were in it.

The sweet little mare poked her head through the wall near the stove where he was seasoning his frying hay twists with assorted dried flower tops.

With not a care in the world, she walked on into the kitchen, hooves about 10 cm above the floor.  “Smells lovely, Old Warrior.  I wish that I could eat some along with you.  That is something that I miss a lot.

“Until you came, ponies that stayed here at this old chateau were afraid of me.  I just saw you smiling.  Was it remembering your Insolence or was it the Fast Post Service that you were remembering?”

He looked up and offered her a small plate of his seasoned hay twist.  “It was a little of all three things, Sweetie.  The third being you, of course.  Mostly you.

“Here, this plate is yours for now.  If you cannot eat what I cooked for you, at least you can smell it and share breakfast with me that way.”

Her eyes twinkling, the little mare, Sweetie, sat.  On the air.  And sniffed appreciatively.  He poured her a small cup of the strong Rom black tea that he favored.  She smelled that too, a blissfully happy expression on her face.

He watched in fascination as she reached out a hoof and the day’s mail appeared in the same ghostly form as herself.  When she took back her hoof, all of his day’s mail was solidly there on the table.  She seemed to be pleased at his expression.

He sorted his mail and made a sour expression when he opened one with the Army Retirement Board seal on it.  He brightened considerably at the contents of a different envelope  It bore the seal of Chancery Court of Princess Luna’s Royal Road Commission.

“I have to go down to Everfree Town, Sweetie.  I wish that you could come with me.  I enjoy your company.”

She smiled like a conjurer doing a clever slight of hoof trick.  “I can.  I have followed you to your garden that is in the glen.  Because it was daylight, you could not see me but I was there.  I am hard to see in bright lamplight too.  That does not stop me from seeing you, only you from seeing me.”

“I thought that you were haunting this chateau.”

“I was.  Then you came.  You were not afraid of me.  You even started waking at sunset and spending the night awake, just so that you could see me and talk to me.

“It took some time for me to learn how to talk to you so that you could hear me.  Nobody else can hear me at all.  I love being able to talk to you.  The stories that you tell me of your adventures are endlessly fascinating.  I especially like the one about your meeting Princess Luna on the Prance frontier.”

The ex Master Sargent Warrin grinned!  “You learned how to move real things and that led you to writing too!  I must say that I admire your determination.  I would have loved to have you in a platoon of mine!

“Now, let’s go to Equesrian National Bank and try to settle this business!”

Sweetie smiled happily, “I love going out with you!  What is Equestrian National Bank?”

Bemused, the old warrior paused in the doorway and looked over at Sweetie, who was simply strolling through the wall of the chateau.  There was no porch under her but she did not seem to notice that.

He mused, “Forgot how long ago you died, Sweetie.  A bank is a business that takes money from many ponies and then loans it out to businesses, farms and home buyers.  They make money off of the loans and then share some of what they make with the ponies they got the money from.

“Usually, everypony sort of wins.  While they hold my money, they keep track of how much I have and add on my share of what they earn with it.”

Sweetie had no wings but she easily kept pace with him, seeming to trot along like a pegasus on a well made cloud.  Except, of course, there was no cloud!

With a luminous smile she explained, “I have managed to change from haunting the chateau to haunting YOU!  That means that I HAVE to stay close!  That makes it easy to keep up.  The magic of haunting and all of that.”

He flew with happy strokes of powerful wings.  She trotted ahead and flirted her ghostly tail in his face sometimes!  It made him get a goofy smile on his face every time that she did it.  He spiraled down to the Equestrian National Bank and walked in.

He requested a meeting with Mister Horshiz, the branch Vice President of Operations.  Instead of having to wait, Mister Horshiz, a really sour gray maned red pony, demanded, “There you are, Warrin!  Why are you six days late on the rent for the Royalmont Chateau?  You owe us 1500 golden bits plus six days of penalties!”

Warrin looked askance at him.  “Not possible.  I was PURCHASING the chateau from Princess Luna, who owned it.  There is a title deed transfer that my agent told me has been delayed.  My making the purchase was the Princess’ idea.”

“I have the DEED right here!”

Horshiz held out a blue scrolled edge document.  Warrin’s battle trained reflexes snatched it faster that Horshiz could pull it back.  His eyebrows rose at what he saw.

In a saccharine voice he asked, “Where is the original?  This is a Chancery Copy and it has been altered.  The Royal Seal is a copy, not an original, as required by Crowns Law.”

“That is a trivial detail!  Pay the past due rent and penalties or be evicted at once!” Horshiz demanded.

Sweetie’s voice caught Warrin’s attention.  “Keep him talking love of mine.  I see some very interesting things in this file on his desk!”

Warrin grinned like a shark seeing a helpless swimmer.  “When Princess Luna’s personal property deed was so severely delayed in transfer, I wrote to her.”

He held up his envelope with the seal of the Royal Road Chancery Court on it.  He read, “Dear Master Sargent (Ret.) Warrin:  It is with great pleasure that I enclose your latest Royal Road Fast Post Commendation for assistance in the recent Dappleton Grist Mill dam failure.

“In spite of your Retirement from our Postal Service, your heroic over flight in thunderstorm weather and precise damage assessments made all of the difference for some hundreds of our subjects.

“In response to your request for an audit of the title problem concerning the Royalmont Chateau, I have disturbing news.  The Title Deed was sent to the Everfree Town branch of Equestrian National Bank to have the deed transfer to you notarized and the transfer registered.

“Celestia and I jointly agreed, after the Dappleton disaster, to gift the Chateau to you for your many services to our Realm.  Along with the deed, all needful fees and a full refund of all the monies that you have paid were sent to the Bank.

“The deed, fees and refund were directly stolen.  A Royal Audit has shown other irregularities concerning your accounts at the Everfree EQNB.  Among these, your retirement payments from both Our Army and the Royal Road Post System have subverted.  The direct golden transfers on the Royal Treasury are being made to Everfree EQNB.  They are issuing DRAFTS, which they fail to pay until thirty days have passed, giving them unlawful access to the use of your honorable retirement funds.

“The whole scheme has been directly traced to General  Morrgripe of Fort Everfree, who appears to have a grudge against you concerning how your took your Muster Out.  Something about losing a bet.

“I may add that due to My personal friendship, stemming from your heroic shielding of my person with your body during a surprise attack by Prance forces, it was my request that you be kept in our Royal Armored Pegassi.  However, in the end, such decisions do properly belong to the Base Commander.  Then Colonel Morrgripe ordered you Mustered Out.

“I will never forget that you lost your right wing tip when protecting me during the Third Prance Incursion.  

“Both General Morrgripe and Branch Vice President Horshiz have been summoned to Our Royal Court to answer charges Under Our Royal Wing, concerning the theft of My personal property and gift.  They must also face the subversion of our Royal Retirement System.

“Please find enclosed a fully transferred Title Deed formally Sealed by both my sister Celestia and I.  This Deed supersedes any previous documents and is already Registered in all of the appropriate Courts of Law.

“I remain your loyal friend, Princess Luna.”

While Warrin was reading, he noticed with amusement that he could, just barely, see Sweetie.  She was laying her hoof on documents from the file on Horshiz’s desk.  Like when she picked up his mail at home, the documents faded slowly away while Sweetie grinned.

For his ears alone, she said, “We called them Sharing Associations when I was alive.  Losing needed documents is still a favorite ploy, I see.  He is losing some that he will wish that he still had!”

Warrin grinned even more widely.  He held up his copy of the Chateau’s deed.  “You are effectively dead, except that you will be working on the Royal Roads!  This one is ALREADY registered by the direct order of BOTH Princesses.

“I was coming to let you know that both the payment by draft and the Deed issues had been taken care of.  I was going to let you off the hook on all of this and shaft General Morrgripe, whom I do detest.

“Unfortunately, you just had to try to extort a rent from me for a property that I own outright as a Royal gift.”

Sweetie strolled through Horshiz’s desk and laid her hoof just above Warrin’s lap.  A number of documents faded into existence in his lap.

She hugged him, which felt like being surrounded by the softest of feathers.

Whispering in Warrin’s ear, she said, “Come, my love, let us go to our home and leave this pony to his fate.”

Agreeing, Warrin stood, folding the documents into his shoulder pouch.  He turned to the stunned Horshiz, “I would love to see you try to claim either rent or eviction.  The first thing that the court will do is look to see who owns the property.  The Registry will show that it is ME.  That will make you prima facie guilty of fraud.  You know it, too.

“A pleasant evening to you.”

He stopped by the Police Station and delivered the documents that Sweetie had purloined.  He explained, “These are part of the evidence in a case Under the Royal Wing.”

He produced his letter from Princess Luna.  The desk pony checked his Wants, Warrants, and Summonses file to confirm the Royal Summons and took the documents, saying, “I will be see to getting these forwarded to the Royal Road Chancery Court.”  Shaking his head in disbelief he added, “Stealing from Princess Luna?  Not a wise thing to do!”

Warrin’s flight home to the Chateau was in no way hindered by Sweetie getting in front of him and flirting her tail in his face from time to time.

~THE END~

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Silver

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader 

Summary: You and Sebastian have been dating for a little over a year, and hwen he asked you to be his date at the Avengers: Endgame premiere, you couldn’t be happier. Now the only thing that’s missing, it’s the dress.

Warnings: None except fluff, two ofc, some cursing

Word count: 1651

A/n: Nothing elaborate, but cute nonetheless. Ps: I know that the gif is from TWS premiere, but I needed that suit color.

(Gif not mine)

-Hey sweetie!- you turned around, seeing your two besties coming towards you with an excited face.

-Finally! Ugh what took you so long?- you hug them both to greet them. Lily huffs.

-Traffic was a bitch.- Carol rolls her eyes, opening the boutique's door.

-It's not true, I had to wait for her to finish her damn make up.-

-You never change.- you laugh shaking your head. The guilty girl gives the other a slight nudge with her elbow.

-Thanks a lot.-

-Always honey.- Carol responds with a fake smile.

-Hello girls, can I help you?- a nice woman, probably in her forties, approached them. She was wearing a black jumpsuit that looked as elegant as the rest of the shop. That was all Sebastian’s fault. He insisted to pay. You didn’t want to spend a fortune for a dress, but he said to choose whatever you liked. 

A fortune for him that you weren’t a mony grabber or someone who spends a lot in general. And he trusted you.

-Yeah, I'm here to find an evening dress.- you responded. She nodded and smiled politely, inviting the three of you towards some fancy leather couches with a  few changing rooms nearby. The tent was open, showing a quite wide space and a full body mirror, both outside and inside the room.

You would've expected to explore the shop, but you soon understood that it was one of those places where you had to be followed by a shop assistant at every step.

-So, what's the big occasion, if I may?- she asked, offering champagne to the three of you. Your friends almost had their eyes out of their head at the sight. None of you was really used to this fancy shit.

-A premiere.- her eyes widened a bit.

-Wow. We really need you to shine then, don't we?- you gave her a shy smile and she chuckled. Then she made you get up to go take a look at the dresses. Carol and Lily immediately started to look and comment on each one.

-So, just to get a more specific idea. Did you have something in mind?-

-I'm sure about a long dress. Something elegant, not too tight maybe?- you didn't have a precise idea about what you wanted. All you knew was that you didn't want to appear raunchy nor ridiculus with something too stravagant. It wasn't your style. Also, it would’ve been your first public appearence with Sebastian, and your first time in front of the paparazzi ever.

It had been a fight sometimes to keep your relationship under wraps, and knowing how much Sebastian valued his privacy, it surprised you when he asked you to come to the premiere as his plus one. He was giving you trust, and you wanted to prove to him that you were worthy of it, because he deserves it.

-Okay, I think I got it. Why don't you go in the changing room while I bring you a few to try on hmm?-

-

The lady, which you later found out to be named Ines, brought you five different dresses. Your friends gawked at you every time, tellin' that you looked great, but the gowns didn't really convinced you, even though they were beautiful. The first was a sleeveless blue dress with a silver embroidered top with a very deep neckline, the second had a basically identical cut to the first, but the neckline was more covered and the color was a very light, almost greyish blue and the whole dress was embroidered, the third was embroidered, rose gold and had long sleeves, the fourth was plain, violet and was covering just one shoulder, and the fifth and last one was emerald, with the upper part separated from the skirt kinda like a crop top but longer, decorated with stones and sleveless but with a collar attached, while the skirt was made in soft organza and had two stripes covered in stones at the waist. 

They really were beautiful. The problems were that one didn’t fit your taste, or it didn’t convince you. In any case, you wanted to look around for yourself, to avoi wasting both yours and the lady’s time.

-Can I take a look around?- you ask with a smile, still wearing the fifth dress.

-Yes sure, that way.- she pointed to your right. You went around, barefoot on the soft moquette, your wavy hair picked up with a large pin.

-I don't understad why you don't like those dresses. I mean, you look like a damn princess even right now.- Lily said, following you. You shrugged.

-It's not that I din't liked them. I just didn't liked them enough.- you look at a few more dresses, then you stop, picking one.

You look at it for a few seconds and smile, then you turn to Ines.

-I take this one.- you announce with convinction.

-What? So fast?- Carol says shocked. She look at Lily, which just shrugs.

-You may want to try it on first, Darling? I'm sure it'll look great, it's just a precaution.- the shop assistant talks sweetly to you.

-Alright, but I'm buying this.- you answer while you close the tent of the changing room.

-

You tried it on, and it fitted you like a glove. You paid, a quite reasonable prince surprisingly, and then went home after two full hours of searching.

-Honey, I'm home.- you called out while you closed the door to your shared apartament. Sebastian came out of the kitchen in his full glory. A tight black t-shirt, gray sweatpants, freshly washed fluffy hair and a delicious scruff. He smiled at you widely.

-Hi baby.- he placed his hands on your waist and pulled you close to kiss him.

-I missed you too.- you chuckled, caressing his cheek.

-Did you find what you wanted?- he asked, leading you to the kitchen where he was making dinner. Kind of a miracle, considering that before meeting you he never even tried to learn to cook.

-Yes. Mmh, it smells amazing in here.- you mix the boiling sauce with a spoon.

-Thank you. And?- you raised an eyebrow, leaning against the kitchen counter.

-And what?- you asked, he got closer, starting to kiss your neck, cheek and collarbone.

-Can I see it?- you moaned slightly, biting your lip so suppress a smile.

-Nope.- he backed away to face you.

-Why?- you give him a quick kiss and then you went to the kitchen stove to turn the sauce off.

-I want you to see the whole package the day of the premiere.- you answer.

-I don't care about the 'whole package'. You, stark naked and without make up are a whole package for me already.- he resumed to kiss your neck.

-Okay lover boy. But I'm not changing  my mind. Also, it's still at the boutique, I'll go fetch it the morning of the premiere.-

-You're cruel.- he pouted sitting at the set table. You placed his plate in front of him giving him a kiss on the head.

-Evil.-

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A week later, it was the day of the premiere. You went to collect your dress in the morning and now, Sebastian's hairstylist, which brought along a friend of hers who was a make up artist, was applying the last touches to your face. You decided to go for a grey bright smokey eye which made your eyes magnetic, some blush and a medium red matte lipstick. You didn't do anything special with your hair, you just curled them in natual beach waves and pinned two locks in the back of your head, fixing them with a silver and diamonds star shaped pin.

Finally, you put you dress above the black lace lingerie, which you knew Sebastian would appreciate later on. Carol and Lily were there too to help you get ready. They fixed your dress and checked your make up for the last time.

-Perfect.- the first said.

-Sebastian's gonna love it, y/n.- you smiled at her.

A  sudden knock on your door interrupted your conversation.

-Baby, the driver will be here in ten minutes, are you ready?- your boyfriend's voice spoke through the door.

Your friends looked at you excitedly and you huffed out a breath before going to open the door.

You were welcomed with the sight him in a classic black suit with a black shirt and tie. His scruff was gone and his hair were a litle shorter and styled upwards.

When you were done checking him out you saw that his mouth was slightly agape and his eyes full of love.

-You're stunning baby.- he finally said. You smiled sheepishly.

-You look handsome. I'm kinda jealous.- you laugh a bit placing your palms on his chest.

-You shouldn't be. You look brighter than a star.- he smirked, then frowned a bit looking again at your dress.

-Are these...for me?- he asked referring to the silver stars adorning your black dress. You smiled widely, happy that he understood it.

-The winter soldier's colours. Black, silver and red.- you marked the last word with a featherlight kiss on his lips.

He didn't say anything for a few seconds and your smiled faltered a bit.

-You don't like- but before you could finish you sentence he grabbed your face by your cheeks and kissed you. You placed your hand on his wrists and closed your eyes.

-I love it. And I love you.- he whispered on your mouth. You smiled fondly at him, while you locked gazes.

-Sorry to interrupt, but it's better if we go now.- Carol said startling you a bit. You forgot that they were even there.

-Oh sure. Thankyou girls, for everything.- you hugged them quickly.

-Don't mention it sugar. You both look fantastic, so if you'll excuse me now I'm going home to cry with a bottle of wine.- Lily said in a dramatic tone making you all laugh.

After a few minutes the driver arrived and you got in the car.

-Are you okay?- he asked kissing your hand.

-Just a little nervous.-

-Don't be, you look beautiful. Also, you already know half of the cast. It's going to be alright.- he soothed you. You smiled feeling a bit reassured.

-We have arrived, sir.- the driver says.

-Let's go out there.- you say confidently while a smile creeps on his face.

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