#especially if said company doesn't even care enough about their employees

[btm-txt]

SEGA: Sonic will not have any romantic partners or interests

Me: Cool Aro/Ace rep 👍

Official Sonic merch: -ships him with Amy-

Official Sonic media: -queerbaits Sonadow-

Me: 🙃 Ah, I see then.

[frostyreturns]

"the tinfoil comes off when you have to imagine the government as smart." This is one of the responses to my post about government having access to technology far beyond the general public. This is a pretty common dismissal of conspiracies and it's the dumbest thing I've ever heard every time I hear it.

A.) What you think the government is and what the government actually is are two different things. This attitude only works if you actually believe the puppet they parade in front of a camera is in charge. Can you honestly tell me you believe that, for example Joe Biden a demented old fuck that doesn't even know where he is...is the one writing and enacting policy right now? You have no idea how smart or how dumb the people in charge are because you don't even know who they are. There's video footage of him signing laws where he says the words "I have no idea what I'm signing." But sure I guess if you're dumb enough to think guys like him are the government I guess thinking the government is too stupid to plan stuff makes sense. The government has so much power and so much control over your life that this idea that they are just too incompetent to plan anything is beyond ridiculous.

Bureaucracy is just one part of government and yeah they're going to have incompetent workers maybe even more than the general public but to say the people in charge are too dumb to plan anything...come on. They were smart enough to trick you into allowing them to steal from you every week, to control your entire education and to be able to send armed men to kill or imprison you if you do anything they don't like.

B.) You know Hanlons razor "never attribue to malice what can be explained by stupidity" well that's retard shit go ahead and reject that premise in totality because reality is actually the opposite of that, the world is full of malice especially when you look to the upper echelons of power....those people are all psychopaths.

You have made the mistake of assuming the terrible things they do are because of stupidity and that they just keep screwing things up by mistake...the screwing up is very intentional. Every socialist policy maker who claims "oh I'm raising the minimum wage 5 bucks to fight inflation because I care about the poor" knows 100% that they are causing inflation and that it will make life harder for everyone and especially hard for the poor. They know...they want your life to be harder, they want money and power and wish you harm. It's not a bug it's a feature.

They knew when they went on tv and said get this shot it will save your life and your grandmas life...they knew they would be injecting you with heart attack cancer juice, that was pure unbridled malice, not stupidity.

C.) You understand it's not DMV employees and politicians doing science for the government right? You do understand that when I say the government has tech we don't it's not because I think Justin Trudeau figured out AI before google right? They use those private companies as contractors to develop technology and then control how it is accessed used and if and when and how it is released to the public. Or they just hire the smartest people to do R and D directly for them. Like when they invented the internet at DARPA. But usually they just swoop in and take what they want that someone else created. People also have this idea that major corporations and the government are separate competing entities when they're not. They dump funding into companies and install CEOs and board members to control them. Google for example only exists because of the government, oh did you think google does whatever the government wants purely coincidentally? The idea of corporations vs government is a fantasy that should have been even more apparent during 2020 when the will of the state was summarily executed by virtually every corporation on the planet.

The idea that people still think the government is separate from corporations after minimum wage employees at walmart were tasked with being bouncers at the door and making sure everyone was wearing a mask had their injection and weren't standing too close to each other because the government told them to ...is ridiculous. 2020 should have been the death of the "private company can do what they want" nonsense.

D.) We tend to use ourselves as barometers of what others are capable of but the problem is there are ways of life and being that are totally foreign to us. Many assume because they are not smart or sociopathic enough to collude and scheme to achieve power and control over others...then nobody must be like that. You went to public school smoked weed the whole time and learned how to write in cursive poorly...I don't think your experience is the same as someone who was born into wealth and power and can spend every minute of their life for generations learning how to keep and amass more wealth and power. You have no idea what it's like to have everything you could ever ask for, all the money you could have to indulge any whim and get weird and disconnected because of it and to feel entitled and superior and spend your days trying to exert your will on the rest of the world. That's not even going into any secret cults or organizations...which are also a thing.

Embracing the tinfoil is the only rational way to proceed with what we know. The only alternative is comfortable delusion. And this wasn't even about a wild or hard to swallow reality...it was just the notion that the government is ahead of the consumer market with technology...that's not even a conspiracy it's a demonstrable fact.

[weird-bookworm]

ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ!ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ

HYUNG LINE MAKNAE LINE

a/n: been wanting to do this for a long time now, hopefully y'all will like it <3 i don't really do reader x member stuff though, so this'll just either be member x member ships or no romance at all 😅

pairing: jihancheol, junhao, verkwan

genre: headcanons, fluff, crack, romance (kinda), angst (?), mafia

warnings: slight mentions of non-graphic violence, illegal stuff obviously

DK

handles the covers

has a chain of legitimate businesses

the earnings make the employees' salaries

but also funds svt

adding in to the earnings from their shady businesses

belongs to a very rich family

just a successful young ceo to the world

the loud adorable member to svt

really good at singing

even better at acting

no one from his companies can tell that he is sunshine personified

because he's the cold hearted and kind but firm ceo to them

handles a few different tech firms

(including the one where wonwoo pretends he works)

recently acquired a restaurant franchise

svt had to hire more members to take care of it

because while he isn't anything less than a one man army sometimes

handling too many things is not his cup of tea

has paperwork for every member of svt

saying that they work under him

just in case the gang's compromised

they'll have actual jobs and enough money for a while

works closely with joshua

and vernon

has separate basement offices in every building he owns

for both of them to work in

sometimes wonwoo joins them

a lot of svt's recruits work under him

they work with wonwoo and vernon during missions

to get them info

so that joshua and vernon can get to work

said information is given to the rest of the group for further plan making

often works from home

helps mingyu with the cooking

and the house maintenance

questions why they don't have hired house help on a daily basis

especially since they practically live in the headquarters

which is no less than a mansion

often does weird shit unprompted

in charge of svt's money management along with jihoon

his family doesn't know about his real job either

Mingyu

the doctor

because he's pretty smart

(also pretty dumb)

and very very clumsy

says it is better that his job doesn't require him to go on field

or he'll get someone killed

the members also collectively agree

saying that he cooks good food while they're away on missions

he retaliates saying that he cooks food even when they aren't on missions

secretly pleased they like his cooking

even though he knew that already

his recruitment was completely accidental

prompted by him saving seungcheol's life

was planning to attend medical college when his foster parents threw him out

was struggling

how was a 16 year old supposed to take care of himself

they didn't even let him pack his bags

or notify his previous orphanage that they couldn't afford to take care of him anymore

was wandering a dark alleyway a week later

near the bins, searching for edible food

when he found a guy bleeding out quite aggressively

(the man was seungcheol, but he didn't know back then)

the stranger had apparently gotten into a scuffle and had been shot

but the bullet had just grazed him and left a deep gash instead

helped patch seungcheol up

and helped him get back to his apartment

where joshua offered him a place to stay for a while

he was supposed to move out within a few days

was afraid they'd kick him out after a week

but no one said anything so he didn't either

felt guilty after a month and brought it up with jeonghan

who just laughed and said that he's a part of the family now

jihoon was the one to bring up his education

they sent him to a medical college like he wanted to after 2 years

used to be constantly worried about the others in the start

but now knows their pain tolerance and level headedness is higher than he thinks

and trusts himself too

once cooked dinner for the thirteen of them (hygienically) while cleaning jun's wounds

a 6 ft soft giant

swoon worthy

a total dork though

The8

master poisoner

in charge of poisons and drugs

not only their trade

but also their production

runs a small neat production unit under svt

where he experiments with all sorts of chemicals and whatnot

has made drugs in all forms and disguises

for example, he has one which can be used as nail polish

dries and looks like actual nail polish

dip the finger in any liquid, except saliva, for exactly 7 seconds and it dissolves

has made small charms to be hung on bracelets or to be worn as pendants or rings

they contain tiny amounts of lethal poisons

has different "homemade" drugs for different purposes

made copies of the neat list which stated the dosage, use and method of administration

stuck them on all four fridges (yes, four, they eat like ogres) of the mansion

always makes sure that all his drugs and poisons have a cure, even lethal ones

but also makes sure that said cures are only with him

another chinese

trained in chinese wushu

has won over 40 contests since he was 6

fond of reading

a talented dancer

in love with teas and wines

sleight of hand

better than his boyfriend's

often accompanies jeonghan and jun on their missions

most of the times, even his members don't realise when he slips drugs in the target's glasses or plates

great sense of fashion

sassy as fuck

✨MaTeRiAl GwOrL✨

infamous for his prompt savage rebuttals

especially to soonyoung

even though he is one of the members who babies soonyoung the most

meditation is practically a lifestyle at this point

usually calm and serene

very wise and stable

knows how to have fun though

unexpectedly kinky

(jun is his bf though so not that surprising)

part of the '97 squad along with mingyu and seokmin, a group of same aged friends with people from different ally gangs such as bts and got7

him and jun are also close friends with other chinese people in different ally gangs, same aged or not

a soft little dumpling in reality

Seungkwan

deals with trade and arms

along with chan

but his job, predominantly, is to overlook dealings

and trade

svt ships arms and other stolen goods

also overlooks that entire department

one of the youngers

got the hyung vibe anyway

gets annoyed really easily

specially with chan

the drama queen of the gang

very entertaining

as long as it's not you he's roasting the shit out of

from jeju-do

how he ended up in a seoul gang is still very much unknown to him

especially because he comes from an adorable middle class family

can be unexpectedly shy

the members often tease him by calling him a tangerine

gets ready to murder in reply

unless hansol says it ofc

then he just blushes

very round

very squishy

do not fight if mingyu is not around

god knows he'e the only one who can physically hold him back

another sassy bitch

and another ✨MaTeRiAl GwOrL✨

very close with his sisters

won't admit it

but pouts a lot

is forever suffering from some kind of second hand embarrassment

has an ongoing feud with mingyu

and soonyoung

and specially chan

secretly loves them though

always has some sort of blackmail on everyone

unexpectedly stupid

whipped™ for hansol

has excellent memory

Vernon

scammer

almost as good wonwoo with computers

is always on field with joshua

usually out of sight though

very calm and collected

usually

half american

his family lives in america

so he never has to worry about them

originally worked as their fake bait

used to pretend like he is their prized boy toy

then sell him for something else

only to never let him leave at all

aka they killed the other party

they failed to do so once

he had to pretend to be shy

and sultry

while still also protecting his dignity

for a week straight

at least the bracelet he had was fitted with a microphone

and a tiny speaker

courtesy of wonwoo

so he was in contact with them the entire time

they decided to not play with another member's life after the incident

and hansol started working with wonwoo and joshua

to scam entire gangs

too good at his job

no one ever realises they even got scammed for the longest time

and when they do, it's practically impossible o trace it back to svt

very reliable

and stable

whipped for seungkwan

best friends with chan

almost more maknae then chan

one of the few people who's barely ever bullied by the members

too good at dad jokes

but they're also pretty rare

has a very strong personality

weirdly fond of hats

might be more whipped for cats than he is for seungkwan

which is saying something

svt has a cat in the headquarters

because of him

very easygoing

tends to take a long time doing everyday tasks

Dino

arms

except he makes and experiments with them

instead of trading

they call him their little iron man (💀)

has an insane stamina

in love with anything explosive

another hapkido back belt

in charge of training the new recruits

runs a gun shop as a side business

it's legitimate

used to train for the military

changed career courses when he found out about svt accidentally

was actually on the way to a relative's house

gave the wrong address to the taxi driver

svt, on the other hand, were waiting for a new recruit

jihoon had orchestrated a complicated surprise test for him

was very surprised when the taxi left him in front of a mansion instead of a rundown apartment building

was even more baffled when around ten men in suits who looked like they came straight from an action thriller jumped at him

fight or flight instinct was on

didn't know what was happening

but fought anyway

couldn't defeat them

but did manage to get a word in to jihoon

who was surprised to know chan wasn't the recruit

offered him a good price to join

chan accepted

never really did get around to visiting that relative though hmm

svt tends to have a upper hand in most situations

a major reason for which is their upgraded weaponry

very loved as the maknae

has to be the most bullied maknae in history though 💀

the group's punching bag (lovingly)

when i tell you they throw him around like a rag doll

(sometimes physically, he is pretty tiny)

emotionally wiser than you'd think

everyone would unanimously agree that he is the most passionate member

he is also jeonghan hyung's baby

one of the few members who didn't grow up with the group

a/n: yikes, this took a long time. anyway, reviews are always welcome!

[sunny6677]

Hey so new idea for a spooky month au

This is called—

The Adventures AU.

TWS: PROFANITY, SLIGHT ANGST BUT MOSTLY COMEDY, ROYS UNCLE MENTIONS, ROYS PARENTS MENTIONS, DEATH, ACCIDENTS, INSOMNIA, STRESS, OVERWORKING ONES SELF.

Summary: This takes place in the future, everything has seemingly gone shitty for the Hatzgang and Skid—but at the very least, they are all friends now, and have eachother. And the other thing they have is wild and wacky adventures and shenanigans with one another, so they're usually too distracted to feel angsty.

Skid info: Pump died years ago in this au in a tragic accident, and when that happened, The Hatzgang took pity on Skid, and decided to take him in as their new friend and sort of younger brother figure. So no, Roy does not torment Skid anymore. Skid is very poor in this au, and while his mother is alive, he simply doesn't have enough financial stability to take care of himself, so he lives with her. He is actively looking for a job though, but usually lands poor ones with little pay—like being a janitor, or maybe even baby-sitting. He is around 21 years old in this au. He is kind-hearted, a little socially awkward and quiet—and can be bribed easily if it's something he really wants.

Roy info: He is incredibly rich still, but has grown lazy—and mostly relies on the comforts of his maids and servants to fetch everything for him. Aside from that, his personality hasn't changed much, although he is slightly cruel to anyone who messes with his friends. He is usually the cause of any sort of adventures or shenanigans due to him always starting shit with random people. His uncle is in jail for what he did now, but he has not cut off his parents. His parents are still kind of a burden to him, and usually annoy him anytime they try to get involved in something.

Ross info: He works as a fast food employee now, and makes a decent amount of money for himself. He has become kind of a pessimist though, and has basically become Kevin 2.0, though maybe a little more enthusiastic. Aside from that, he hasn't changed much, other than being a little shy around people. He has grown especially close to Robert in this au, even referring to him as his best friend. He often calls him up to hang out, though Robert sometimes can't due to him being busy.. well, okay, he mostly can't. But he does not blame this on Robert though.

Robert info: Working for a business company now, and is always put under constant stress and pressure due to always being required to do something for his work. He hasn't changed much, though he has grown slight anger issues due to sometimes lashing out because of the stress of his job. He's usually always busy, but the bright side is—is that he gets a lot of money. He isn't as rich as Roy, but he's definitely a lot richer than Skid and Ross. He's also kind of become the voice of reason when it comes to adventures.

Facts about Skid:

1. He has slight insomnia.

2. He sees Roy as sort of an older brother figure now, and generally gets along with him.

3. He still absolutely loves Spooky Month, and will do the spooky dance if wanted.

4. When it comes to fights in the friend group, he usually only joins in for the sake of arguing. /j

5. Yes, yes, he did also dye his hair in this au as well.

6. The scar is from the tragedy that happened with Pump, he managed to survive, but got a slight cut on his eye, resulting in the scar.

Facts about Ross:

1. He sees his mother as more of an annoyance now, but still loves her.

2. If he and Robert have a fight, he usually goes to Roy to wait until he cools off enough to apologize for whatever he said, or to confront Robert about the argument.

3. He is the most tired with the constant adventures and shenanigans that are usually caused by Roy.

4. He absolutely hates his job, and is miserable constantly.

Facts about Robert:

1. He doesn't know whether he likes his job or hates his job, he has mixed feelings about it.

2. He and Roy will usually often have disagreements or arguments, resulting in Ross and Skid having to calm them both the fuck down.

3. One time, he got so frustrated and angry at someone during an adventure, they cried. Even Roy was actually kind of shocked at how harshly he yelled at them, and even at what he said to them.

4. He has a horrendous sleep schedule.

5. He kind of has a problem with constantly drinking coffee.

6. He's kind of become a workaholic, unfortunately.

Facts about Roy:

1. He is sort of protective over Skid now.

2. A kid pissed him off because of a rude comment he made towards one of his friends once, so he proceeded to rip up all of their hard work right in front of them out of sheer anger. His friends had to literally pull him away.

3. He usually hangs up on his parents anytime they try to call him.

4. He's kind of a TV addict. /j

5. He has such a problem with drinking too much soda, that he once used an empty soda can he literally had on him as a weapon during an adventure with the others due to something going wrong.

Designs:

[cosette141]

Good | OUAT fanfic | CS gift exchange gift (2/3)

MERRY CHRISTMAS @i-will-sing-no-requiem !!!

Here is your second gift! A little fic I started for you that I didn't end up going with, but it turned into like a little missing scene :)

Summary: (missing scene/tag to "New York City Serenade") A conversation between Emma and Killian about her broken heart. And maybe the hope that it will mend, sooner rather than later. 

AO3

It was the night they'd come back to Storybrooke from New York City, and he found her in Granny's dining room, nursing a drink long after the employees had gone home. He himself had come to look for a drink for himself to erase the desire to be near her.

Yet, he didn't think anything was strong enough to keep him away.

"Emma?" he asked, brows lifting in surprise. "I thought you'd be with your family," he said, ignoring the pang in his chest, the wish to be included in it.

"Henry doesn't have his memories," said Emma dully, turning the glass in her fingers, staring into it. "We're staying here until he gets them back. He's asleep."

The dining room was empty, and it felt like he'd rather die than leave her alone in it. "Care for some company?" he asked gently.

She seemed to hear the gentleness of the question, and also seemed to ponder it before saying, "Sure."

Killian sat beside her, trying to ignore what felt like electricity being so close to her. He watched her for a moment, but she didn't say anything. Until:

"Oh for two, I guess."

Her words were weighted by something tired and sad, and Killian turned his head, seeing with shock that her eyes were slightly red, like she'd been crying.

But before he could inquire, she clarified, "First Neal, then Walsh. The two biggest liars I've ever known, and my superpower didn't catch a damn one."

The boyfriend that turned into a flying monstrosity.

For the first time, Killian pushed aside the envy at the idea of Emma with another man while he'd been madly in love with her for the entire past year.

Because this was Emma, someone who trusted people less than he did, especially when it came to love, and she'd been played.

Twice.

Bloody hell.

How could he have been so selfish?

"Catching liars is the only thing I'm good at," whispered Emma, like either she'd hit a breaking point or the alcohol was loosening her walls a little. She shut her eyes, rubbing them. "God, I'm so stupid."

"You are the furthest thing, Emma," said Killian seriously, wanting badly to touch her, console her somehow, but he kept himself from doing so. "I've said it before and meant it every time, love. You're bloody brilliant."

"No," she said, dismissing the compliment without a second thought, like she didn't even have the ability to process words of praise.

Something that hurt him to his very core.

"No," she repeated, glaring a little into the drink left in her glass. "Stupid that I even thought someone could—anybody would want—"

She didn't finish the sentence, but Killian heard the end of it in painful clarity.

Me.

"Emma." said Killian, voice almost edging on desperate, because the thought of her believing something so untrue made him feel sick. This time, he couldn't help himself, settling his hand tentatively over hers on the counter, making her eyes snap to it, like she was just as distrustful of a kind gesture. Unable to believe it could simply be for comfort and comfort alone.

"You are not stupid for believing that someone had wanted you this past year, because someone has." And trying to breathe past the sudden fear in his own chest, he managed— "I have."

She looked at him for the first time tonight, like that wasn't something she'd even considered.

"Emma," he said, slowly, because he needed her to hear his words. "I was… I was a bloody mess this past year. Thinking I'd never see you again…" He swallowed past the dark, lonely nights thinking just that. "When I got the message to save you…" He smiled at the relief at reading it. "I did everything I could to find you. If only… to see you again."

Finally, it seemed like she was hearing his words, and for the first time since taking the memory potion, she seemed to realize just what lengths he'd gone.

For her.

There was something in her eyes, something that erased the sadness that was there.

Something like hope.

She smiled a little, something that was like the shadow of her normal one, though he's only rarely seen even that. "Thanks," she said softly. "I think I forgot that part." And with a little shyness, "It's been… nice to see you again too."

'Nice' didn't quite seem to define the look in her eyes, but he let her have her secrets.

A… feeling filled the air between them, and they both seemed to feel it at the same time, the lingering… chemistry.

Emma stood, fairly quick, saying, "I guess I should, um, get to sleep."

As much as Killian wanted to stay here with her, he understood.

Emma was afraid enough of love, and that was before her heart had been freshly broken.

He'll give her as much time as she needs.

"Aye," he agreed, both of them walking toward the rooms.

They stopped outside his door, and Emma paused before heading to hers, saying, "So... you're... staying? In Storybrooke?"

There was so much hope in those words that it seemed she was trying to actively prevent.

The question was attempted to be casual but was anything but.

Her heart was shattered, broken.

As much as it pained him to see, it was a hope of his own.

If it can be broken, that means it still works.

For he knew that, all too well.

"Aye," he said, just as heavily, just as hopeful. "I am."

Emma's eyes lingered on his, those walls so cracked, that hope shining through, like sunlight through leaves.

And she smiled, the expression as beautiful as she was. "Good."

She disappeared with that whisper, slipping into her room, and Killian remained frozen where he was.

Good.

He smiled.

-.-.-

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[bigs-bigshot]

my spam is different from the one from the game so let me explain my various aus. This is going to be very long I think and I'm no writer, but stuff has to be said so you get the context behind my work.

Regular: x reader/you/whatever this genre is called. no dark world, just modern light world setting where humans, monsters and darkners cohabit. Spam was one day successful thanks a strange phonecall, and he was happy. Unlike the game, his success lasted several years- at least a decade. The thing is, as he got older and gained more weight after... Particularly overindulgent food habits- his success started to decrease, and so did his popularity. Eventually, his sales were so bad he had to create a new company to start anew, in a place no one would recognize him in. He's the CEO of said company (who sells cars), and since his downfall, he's tired, cold and fairly grumpy.

In this 'story', the reader is his newest employee. Their relationship is relatively normal at first- but as time passes and after multiple instances of the reader catching Spam eating (many) donuts, the reader gets an idea. Since their boss seemed to have a preference for pastries, it would be nice to make some for him, wouldn't it? After all, he's a good boss- while not particularly friendly, he listens and doesn't yell. He's fair to all his employees and since he seems to like sweets so much, he probably won't be able to resist extra ones, specifically made for him... It takes time for the reader to develop baking skills, but they manage it after months of trial and error.Sadly, things don't go as planned; he sees the act as the reader trying to get a raise/special favors, and for once, he does yell. He doesn't like to be used. It reminds him too much of his past, where he was almost like a puppet. He doesn't fire them, but as you can imagine, it's heartbreaking for the reader to have their actions misinterpreted. Their relationship becomes a bit rocky after that- he glares, not wanting to be treated like a fool again- but he doesn't yell again or act maliciously. In reality, he's very insecure, especially about his weight and eating habits, and it's the first time someone ever tried to be nice to him in that way. Deep down he knows that there might be a chance that they WEREN'T trying to get favors, but just wanted to make him happy/thank him, but his experiences tell him to watch out...

However, one day, the company the two are at gets an issue- during an important race, the car- who was spam's brand- stops working at the worst possible moment, right before the finishing line. This makes a lot of bad publicity and make the whole brand's get ire. Spam takes care of it all as best as he can, but he's having trouble. He's so busy that he often doesn't even have the time to eat. Reader notices this and starts worrying for him. As xmas holidays come near, the company is still having issues- with some employees even quitting. Reader stays though- and on the 23rd, Spam, utterly exhausted, sees the reader still working way after the regular hours. He's somewhat surprised- he never noticed the extra hours they were putting in. He encourages them to go home, but seeing his exhausted self, who clearly did not eat all day, the reader asks if they could take a drink together. Despite his misinterpretation of their previous actions, he figures a single drink wouldn't hurt. They go together in a place reader knows fairly well. Spam orders a hot chocolate, and while he's somewhat anxious at the idea of eating/drinking in front of one of his employees, he's for once too exhausted to care. Reader doesn't comment about his drink choice, and instead does small talk. They talk about things outside of work, that are casual enough to comfortably go along the conversation, while respecting each other's boundaries. The two actually enjoy themselves. This seems to fix their relationship- after the holidays, he's back to his usual self. He even asks if reader would be up to take a drink again at some point. They accept gladly. As time passes, they both loosen their tongues a little, and talk about more personal things. Not too personal though- Spam hasn't talked about his past to anyone, nor about his insecurities. At that point, he doesn't plan to.

This story is still very much a WIP. I'll add stuff when I'm satisfied enough with it. As you can guess, Spam and reader get close enough that physical contact is allowed and to the point where reader... Gets comfortable giving him extra treats. And tells him that to them, he's beautiful at any weight. As of my drawings' 'current' situation, they're in love, have a sensual (but not s*xual) relationship, and have a lil feedee/feeder thing going on- though in this au, Spam doesn't want to gain too much weight (a bit is fine to him though).

Merm au: also x reader/you/me/everyone ever. In this au, darkners are underwater creatures. Spam is not too like his regular au self, nor game self. Instead, he's much more meek, shy and cautious... And insecure about his weight. Reader finds him tangled in a net near the shore- he thought they were going to kill him, but instead, reader frees him and leaves him to do what he feels like doing... Which is staying close to reader as they watch the sunset. Spam asks why he was freed. Reader tells him that they never saw a merperson before, and that they have no issues with his kind as a whole. This confuses him, as it's no secret that mers hunt and eat landwellers- and he tells them that much. Reader asks if he eats or ate any of their kind, to which he truthfully answers that he doesn't/didn't. When reader asks why, Spam seems to get slightly nervous- he quietly says that he wasn't allowed to participate in any landweller hunt, because he 'didn't need to eat'/because of his weight. After looking at the sea lost in their thoughts, reader asks him if he wants to join in THEIR hunting (read: fishing), and that he'll be able to eat as many of the catches as he wants. While surprised by such a request, he doesn't hesitate for too long- he's starving and craves some more consistent than seaweed and coral.

Reader tells him to meet them in a few minutes- they go somewhere behind the beach's wilderness and sand dunes, and come back, pushing a small boat with a big cooler in it. They let the boat slide into the water, and invites Spam in the cooler, that they fill with sea water with a bucket (but not too much to not make the boat sink.be too heavy). He's a bit embarassed to get in the cooler, who's big enough for a swordfish to get in, but... Isn't nearly as wide as it is long. He squishes himself in it, his hips squishing against the sides of the cooler. Reader smiles and starts paddling towards the high seas. They go towards where the nearest river throws itslef into the sea- hoping to catch a (big) salmon or two. Or many. They end up catching only 3, but as well as many little fishes thanks to their wide nets. Spam gets to eat every single of reader's catches, and as his stomach fills up, he's starting to like reader more and more... Until he can't stop staring at them, how they throw the nets with confidence, grips every fish firmly so it doesn't slip away, and how they happily give him each of them with tender... Love? That was certainly what he was feeling towards them. He's so enamored with them he doesn't notice his swollen, full to the brim gut, that starts to ever so slightly hurt and groan. When Spam starts to wince from the pain, reader asks what's wrong. He's too embarrassed to say what's happening plainly, so he only says ' I can't eat any more for now...'. Reader sees his rounder than usual belly- they ask if he wants a massage to ease the pain. Spam can't believe his ears- did he hear that right? No, it can't be... Who could ever want to touch his fat, bloated gut? He says as much, and now, it seems that reader is the one in pain. They look at him with sadness in their eyes, and say 'you're beautiful the way you are.' They look at his round belly, and add 'I think it's cute.'. Spam is in utter disbelief, so much so that he barely registers the 'alright' that comes out of his mouth seemingly out of its own. Reader lays their hand softly on his full stomach, and gently rubs it. The feeling spam felt coudln't be merely summerized with 'ecstasy'. As reader kept rubbing, he whined in delight, as he felt his sides squish against the cooler. He didn't want this to end. Ever. As their massage and rubbing goes on and on, spam slowly lets himself drift in a post-feast nap. He wakes up as he hears reader get out of their boat- he suddenly is very awake, and asks where they're going. 'Home', they say- they point beyond the sand dunes. Spam doesn't think for a second before he says 'take me with you!'

Reader puts him in their big (very big- large enough for several people) bathtub. And the feasts keep happening and well... He gets much bigger, and with as his waistline widens, Spam is more and more in love with reader, who loves him just as much and can barely keep their hands off his plump, extremely soft and well fed body.

Vâmp au; also x reader (i at this point realize all my stories are like this). As if a vâmpire wasn't scary enough on its own, a small village in modern time has a rumor- among the mountains, there's a hidden castle where a BIG vâmpire resides. How many people did he kill to get big, no one knows. But some people are determined to find out one night- a bunch of young adults, and their favorite person to bully. Who isn't there by choice, and is tied upand shoved in front of the castle's enormous doors. One of the bullies knock on the dark, clean yet clearly ancient wooden door. Them and the rest of the pranksters hide while the distinct sound of shoes on stone echo behind the doors. Out comes a quite round vampire, who clothes seem both tailored yet too small for his wide frame- no part of his skin is visible, but it's clear his clothes could start straining to hold onto their buttons if he... He looks at the reader, who doesn't look at him in fear, but isn't exactly thrilled either. He was clearly a vampire, with his canines slightly glinting under the moonlight, his white, pale skin and his vibrantly raspberry red eyed glare. Despite his fancy clothes, the vampire has his hands in his pockets, and seems anything but stressed. Far, far from the bloodlust frenzy certain vampire movies depict. Without any words, the vampire reveals his clawed hands, and seemingly reaches the reader... To free them from their binds. He lets them get up, and with one last glare, calmly yet firmly says 'Leave.'. The bullies were so awe struck that one of them yelled 'Oh come on!'- great mistake. In a flash, without seeming to even move, the vampire is suddenly in front of the bullies, and raises his claws menacingly. They all quickly run away, clearly fearing for their life. When the vampire turns away from them, and stills sees the reader still standing, he seems confused for a second, then re-iterates 'Leave.'. The reader does as he says...

Only to come back the next night, upon knocking on the door, the footsteps on stone are heard once again- there was no hurry in these steps. As calm as he seemed previously, it seems. Upon opening the door, this time, the vampire is confused for more than a second. He said nothing, but his eyes spoke for him- Why are you here, they ask. Reader is silent for a second, not exactly knowing how to approach the subject... Might as well cut to the chase, they thought. 'Do you want to talk?' the vampire is caught by surprise, he wasn't expecting this at all. But he's so lonely... He accepts. At a long, fancy table empty of any food, the two talk about various things like their respective cultures- Spam reveals he's fairly young for a vampire, being turned only in 1897. He knows what cars are but is surprised to hear how far technology has come. Eventually the conversation turns to lack of friends on both of their sides- 'who would ever be friends with ME of all people?' they both explain in their own way. Spam smiles a sharp smile, and bitterly explains that he's aware of some mortal's fascination with vâmpires, and how 'attractive' they can seem- but that he himself hasn't had any luck getting anyone to like him because of his girth. 'Just how many people did I kill to get this big, they all wonder! They never say it, but I can see it in their eyes!' He laughs, but he sounds bitter and sad. Reader gets an idea. A dangerous idea, maybe, but one who could be worth it if it works. 'Well, *I* think you're attractive.' they say- the vampire looks at them for a second, then frowns. 'Are you saying that out of pity?' he practically spat. 'I do not need to hear any of that.' Reader doubles down- 'How can I prove it to you? That I *do* find you handsome?'. The vâmpire looks away for a few moments, still frowning, then smiles with his sharp teeth fully visible- 'Follow me to my chambers. You shall prove your 'love' in there.' Spam gets up, and motions reader to follow him.

They go through long, ancient gothic hallways, towards a set of rooms with big, carefully carved wooden doors. He opens the door, revealing a perfectly clean king size bed with flowing curtains. He sits on it, nestled among the many pillows, perfectly framing his round body. 'If you truly believes I am 'attractive', then prove it. Touch my vile body, mortal. Undress me and reveal my girth for all to see. You have my permission.' Reader doesn't need to be told twice- they climb on the bed, and carefully unbuttons his straining clothes. They're internally eager to see his soft middle, but does their best to not have it be too obvious. When all the clothes are unbuttoned, his belly spills over his pants in a released breath. Clearly, these clothes were as tight as they looked, and he must feel better without them. His belly is beautifully round and curvy- reader looks at him in the eye to ask permission to touch it. He motions for them to do so, with a sharp smile that yells 'I don't believe you. You won't actually do this.' Reader puts their hand softly on top of his gut, then gently rubs. Spam's face gets flushed and his eyes go wide- his smile falters to a adorably surprised expression. Reader moves their hand down and with both hands, give his whole belly a playful squeeze- he whines in surprise and ecstasy. Their two hands make circles all around his soft curves and sometimes go over his belly button- his face gets more and more flushed until it's beet red. His previous confidence is nowhere to be seen- he's positively melting under their touch.

Their relationship go from there- he gets spikes of confidence and playful pride only to melt under reader's affection. I don't know exactly yet, but reader manages to get many, many blood bags for him to snack on. He gains a good bunch of weight but gets happier as he becomes wider.

Trucker au; x reader. I created this au yesterday so not much about it safe for: he has a bit of his adorable belly hanging under his shirt, and his truck is his pride and joy. He wasn't always a trucker, had a pretty successful past but he gave it all up to drive all around the us... And stuff his face with junk food every time he can. Somehow he can drive on a full belly, the latter pressing against the steering wheel ever so slightly. He picks up reader who's a hitchhiker getting away from something. It would be a shame if they encouraged him to gorge on junk food and he gained even more weight, wouldn't it...

[amnotaqueen]

He Has Major Fears of Any Medical Treatment

My husband is against going to medical doctors. He doesn't believe in going to dentists. He doesn't like prescribed medicine. He doesnt even like to use any sunscreen. He has told me that he doesn't believe in health insurance, thinks it is a waste of money. Granted, there is much corruptions in the medical and pharmaceutical fields. And we know they focus on treating symptoms and not curing the actual problem. However, I do see benefits to seeking medical care when necessary. Like the time I got sick with sore throat and body aches and I saw in the mirror that my throat didn't look right. My throat had white patches. When I asked him to look, he told me it looks normal and said I should just eat some ginger and garlic. Well, I didn't believe it was normal ( I believe he said that because he didnt want to encourage me to go to the doctor especially because at that time he had not gotten us any health insurance and he didnt want to pay out of pocket). I went to the doctor. I had a bad case of Strep Throat and was prescribed penicillin and a special mouth wash.

My husband didn't even want to acknowledge our son's first autism diagnosis. He didn't think anything was wrong with him except that he wasn't being disciplined properly (by me of course). He said that his speech delay was because we weren't talking enough around him, or because he was also speaking to him in Igbo which confused him. He said we should get a second opinion about the autism, but he had no intention of getting a second opinion. For 2 years, he sought no second opinion. The first diagnosis of autism was when he was 3 years old. The second diagnosis was that he has autism with provisional adhd at the age of 5 years. My husband was still in denial.

While I was researching what to do to help our son, trying to get our son some ABA therapy and speech therapy, he was forbidding me to put him on any medication. I found some supplements that I thought might help with his focus, digestion, and hyperactivity. I paid for them, of course, because he would not have wanted to spend his money on supplements to help our son. I didnt think he would object too much to vitmans, but I knew to hide them because he has had no problem throwing away things I buy that he doesnt approve of. I bought and started using essential oils to put in our son's bath water. I took him to ABA and Speech therapy for a while, until his medicaid coverage ended. My husband wasn't going to pay for his ABA therapy out of his own pocket. All of his money needed to go into his number one priority, buying a business.

We only recently got health coverage under his company's insurance policy. I barely remember how long it's been since I had health insurance. It's been 7 years since I had COBRA coverage from a previous job I had. My son was approved for medicaid, I was not. Then, his medicaid coverage ended.

Well, I'm taking my son to get his annual check up tomorrow. I didn't tell my husband because I know how he is. My son told him he was going to the doctor to get a shot. He associates going to the doctor with getting shots, but I never said anything about getting a shot this time. Well my husband gets all concerned and asks me about the appointment.

I reassured him that he was going for a yearly check up and there shouldn't be any shot. He started protesting that there be no shot. He said a guy he works with said that he and his wife don't believe in vaccines and in the state we live in, they don't require any but one vaccine. I don't know why his employee said that because when we first moved to the state we are in, the nurse at the school I went to enroll our son said that he required 2 vaccine shots before he could go to school. I told him he has already had those vaccine shots. But I said again that the appt tomorrow is for a check up, preventative care. He said ok, but then kept talking about how he was concerned about what might be put into his body while he is developing and how it might hurt him.

Very interesting, isn't it? He is not concerned about how not eating enough and fasting would be detrimental to our son's development. Nor is he concerned about how not getting enough sleep every night could be detrimental to our son's development. He is concerned about how vaccines will hurt his development.

I told him again that the only thing they may do is take blood. He asked why. I said so they can test it, just like they take urine sometimes. He said to have them only take his urine. Why, I asked. He was still thinking that taking blood would somehow result in something being put into his body like a vaccine. I explained that when blood is taken, nothing goes in.

He doesnt make sense. He considers all vaccines and prescribed medications to be poison to the body. Yet, he availed himself of at least a couple vaccines in order to immigrate to this country. If he's so against vaccines, why get them yourself? Same thing with the food. The food here is fake and is junk, but the food in Nigeria is real food. So, why did you immigrate here? Why did you leave Nigeria? Why did you scam me to come to a place that practices useless Western Medicine and doesn't have any healthy, real food to eat?

[celestiababie]

I know I love you | Choi Soobin

Title: I know I love you

Pairings: Soobin x noona!reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, co-workers to lovers!au?, idol!au, suggestive

Warnings: Oral but it doesn't actually happen (f receiving), masturbation, Soobin is pining after the reader, you might feel bad for him, poorly written, not edited lol

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: I'm not even older than Soobin, but Soobin always gave me the vibes of someone who would date older than him SO I wanted to write this. I know it's rushed and not great but I got covid in the middle of trying to write it and I honestly don't care about making it "perfect". I still enjoyed writing it and I write for fun, not to make masterpieces. I still hope you enjoyed it!

Were you just oblivious, or could you genuinely not sense the way Soobin's eyes admirably gazed into the back of your skull as you discussed the group's upcoming schedule to the new subsidiary manager. He watched as the new employee looked at you in slight fear as you listed off everything.

"Okay, so the boys typically eat around this time. Don't forget, or else they get crabby. Especially, Yeonjun. And make sure they get to the building from their dorm on time and safe. I have no choice but to trust you with these boys while I'm away for a few days. I have no idea why they trusted a newbie with five idols, but hopefully, you don't disappoint this company. Understand?"

The subsidiary manager, whose name was still unknown to Soobin, feebly nodded his head as he gaped at you with wide eyes.

Soobin was swiftly brought back to reality from your words. With furrowed brows and a subconscious pout planted on his face, he called you from across the room.

"Noona? You're leaving?" He hoped you didn't pick on the dismay in his voice, but he was sure his kicked puppy expression would give it away.

" Yes, but only for a little over a week. It's my vacation, Soobin." Your words slowly left your lips, hoping Soobin wouldn't get upset like usual.

You had been with the boys of TXT since their debut. Even a little bit before, as they were prepping for their debut. You've seen all of them work their asses off to get to where they are, and you secretly marveled at how they managed to deal with all of it.

Specifically Soobin.

As the leader, he held more responsibilities within the group. Surely that would make him more mature, right?... Not completely. You couldn't see Soobin as anything but a kid when each time you went on vacation, he got sulky.

Cue whining in...

Three...

Two...

One...

"Noona!" He whined with an even more prevalent pout on his lips.

"You can't take a vacation now! My birthday is in a few days...you can't just miss my birthday."

You rose an eyebrow at the sulking boy, " And why's that? Soobin, I'm your manager, not a friend, and I still got you a gift this year if that's what you're worried about."

I'm your manager, not a friend. Soobin tried to ignore the twinge in his chest as those words left your pretty rose-stained lips. Luckily, the feeling of embarrassment was more than enough to divert him from his fragile boyish heart cracking.

"No- th-that's not why. It's, um, you always plan my birthday vlive. You know, the decorations, the cake. You always make it perfect, noona." Soobin mentally sighed and thanked himself for thinking of an excuse at the top of his head.

With a tilt of your head, you nodded your head. "That's understandable, but I'm sure Myungmin will take care of all that just fine. Right, Myungmin?"

Myungmin nodded with a soft smile on his face directed towards Soobin, but little did he know that the 6'1 boy was scowling at him inside of his head. It may have been immature, but the tall, reserved, shy leader was never mature when it came to you.

He would be lying if he said it was love at first sight. In fact, Soobin tried to avoid speaking to you at all costs, not because of a crush, just his general shy demeanor. But, then a few months had passed, and your strong attitude had somehow made him fall head over heels for you. But, even he knew that you viewed him as a kid. And all of his efforts to get you to look at him as a man failed miserably.

It was your birthday, and with the words of encouragement from his members, he decided to get you flowers and ask you out for coffee. He didn't have your address, and he knew you probably wouldn't have met up with him if he had messaged you for something non-work-related.

Soobin anxiously darted his eyes from the clock to the front door as he waited for you to show up at their dorms to pick them up. He nearly sprung out of his seat when he heard that signature knock on the door. He quickly grabbed the flowers he had gotten for you and whipped the door open, practically shoving the bouquet into your hands.

"Happy birthday, noona!" His bright smiles perfectly displayed those dimples of his. But, those dimples soon disappeared when you handed the flowers back to him.

"I'm allergic. Are the members getting ready? There an abrupt schedule change, and we kind of have to hurry." You didn't even bat an eye as you completely went over his birthday surprise, but work is work.

"They're almost getting ready. But, um, noona, I was wondering if you wanted to-" Before Soobin could finish his sentence, your phone began to ring.

You raised one finger to silence him, and you answered your phone, "Yes, I'm at the dorm right now. We'll be on our way as soon as possible, sir." Soobin stared at you with an unreadable expression before sighing and going to check on his members.

He flopped down on Yeonjun's bed and threw the bouquet across the room as the older male was fixing his freshly dyed hair.

"So, I'm guessing it didn't go well?"

"I'm never going to be hers, hyung. Oh, and Y/N-noona is allergic to flowers." Soobin replied, his voice muffled from stuffing his face into the pillow.

But, little did he know, that pillow didn't completely block out the words he uttered as you got ready to knock your raised fist onto the slightly cracked door of Yeonjun's room.

And from that point on, you made a self-promise to prevent Soobin's childish crush from furthering. For the sake of your career but also his heart. You never saw him that way, and it's going to stay that way.

However, Soobin was surprisingly persistent and somehow managed to fall even deeper no matter how much you pushed his efforts away.

And two years later, here he was, sulking because he was going to miss you. You knew his excuse was complete and utter bullshit, but you had to give him credit for coming up with it on the fly. His crush on you was sometimes endearing, but he was just too young, and you worried how much longer this would keep up since he hasn't moved on.

Maybe it was time to set things straight once and for all. Your vacation would give you both the perfect opportunity to let bygones be bygones,

and you could only hope he'd take it well by the time you returned.

You walk out of the room, asking Soobin to come with you before you do, and of course, he's up and following you within seconds. You lead him to a vacant room in the building for privacy, Soobin's hands beginning to sweat once he realizes he's all alone with you.

"Why'd you b-bring me here, noona?" The tall boy mentally cringes at the stumbling of his word, not wanting to seem pathetic in front of you.

With a heavy sigh, you make the brash decision that letting him down easy wouldn't do. Soobin was already in too deep,

"I know you like me. And I've known for a while, and you still haven't moved on."

Your words struck him like a blade. Yes, he knows he wasn't the most inconspicuous when it came to his feelings for you, but you never appeared to notice. His eyes began to flicker around the empty room as waves of embarrassment coursed through him. He opened his mouth to try and say something, but you cut him off, something you seemed to excel at.

"I'm not done, Soobin. Look, I don't even understand you could have come to like me when I've never once even tried to be your friend. I've given you way too many hints to show that I don't look at you in that way, and my career could be at risk if the company found out you liked-"

Soobin couldn't take it anymore, his once embarrassment had fled in exchange for frustration, and it was now his turn to cut you off.

His usual soft doe-esque eyes held a newfound vigor in them that you had only seen him possess on stage.

"Love. You mean love."

"Soobin-" You looked at him with bewilderment, but once again, he cut you off.

"You never let me speak. I've been pushing to tell you how I feel for two years, and you never let me say it. I don't care if you already knew, then you should have let me tell you. And really? Why do I have feelings for you? You don't push me away nearly as much as you presume you do, and you're not as callous as you try to be. You were the one who gave me ice creams when I stayed back in the practice room because I kept messing up one move and thought I'd be taken out of the debut lineup. You told me I was talented and that I had it in me. You remember every little detail about the stuff I like- You make sure I dress warm, so I don't get sick. You brought me lunch after every music bank. I know you look at me as this kid, but I'm a man who's in love with you. I know I love you". Soobin let out a hefty exhale as he relished the feeling of relief from finally speaking his mind without any interruption for the first time.

"It's my job to take care of you, Soobin. You took the actions of my job as something else. I do that for all of your members." You shook your head in disbelief, trying to grasp this new unfiltered side of Soobin.

I'm a man who's in love with you.

Soobin's eyes gazed into your own, almost as if he was searching for something. The tension in the room was thick despite no words being further spoken for a few solid seconds before Soobin broke the silence.

"Okay then. I finally said what I've needed to say. To make you more comfortable with your job, I'll try to move on. I hope you have a nice vacation, Y/N-noona." Without another word, Soobin left you alone in the room.

I'm a man who's in love with you. Why was that the only thing on your mind?

It was a few days into your vacation, which was turning out to be more of a staycation. You worked hard, so you deserved a good week and a few days to do absolutely nothing. But no matter how hard you tried to wind down, you couldn't get Soobin out of your head.

I'm a man who's in love with you.

Why was that playing on repeat in your head? And now here you were, at 2 am frustrated out of your mind trying to fall asleep. You shuffled under your fluffy duvet, trying to get comfortable so you could get a decent night's sleep. This was the 6th night in a row you've had difficulty falling sleeping. All because of Soobin.

With an exasperated sigh, you kicked off your blanket and stared at your ceiling. What could help you relax? You roll onto your side and make eye contact with your bedside table, and it's as if a light-bulb went off in your head.

Due to your hectic schedule, you didn't have time for relationships or even flings. So you made a few investments into some sex toys so you could release some tension, but you haven't found time to remember to pleasure yourself. There's no better time to do so since you were on vacation.

You leaned over the side of your bed to pull out your favorite vibrator. You pulled down your pajama bottoms and closed your eyes, trying to imagine something that would help get you turned on. You sighed softly as you pictured a man with dark hair in between your legs with only the top of his head could be seen as he kissed over your center. With a press of a button, your vibrator began to buzz in your hand and, you trailed it down your body, still picturing the dark-haired man between your legs as you press the vibrator against your center. You let out a soft moan and spread your legs further as you focused on the feeling of pleasure along with the sinful images in your head.

"Noona, does that feel good?" Your eyes suddenly open in shock, and you push the vibrator off of you. Did you just imagine Soobin...eating you out? You sat up and cradled your head in your hands. There was no way you'd fall asleep now.

You made your way to their dorm, your vacation was over, and you weren't excited to get back to work. Usually, you loved working with TXT. That wasn't the issue. Soobin was the issue. You hadn't seen him since your private conversation with him, but he plagued your mind every day since.

You took a deep inhale as you raised your fist and knocked on their door. It only took a few seconds before the door swung open, revealing Soobin in his 6'1 glory. Your eyes immediately noticed the soft cardigan adorning his tall frame, the gift you got him this year.

"I see you like the gift I got you." Your words ring into his ears. Soobin tilts his head in confusion before his face lights up adorably in realization.

"Oh! I really love it, Y/n noona. Thank you." He flashed you a bright smile, the indent of his dimples now prevalent. Before you could reply with anything, he opened his mouth to expel more words.

"The members are almost done getting ready. Wait- ODI'S FOOD!" The tall idol's eyes widened before he ran off to his and Odi's bedroom to feed the tiny creature.

Soobin's behavior for the next few weeks was confusing. Now that you knew his true feelings, you were fully expecting to pick up on the little things he did due to his immature crush on you, but it seemed that he was sticking true to his words before you left for vacation. It pissed you off that he didn't seem to be suffering as much as you, or at all. Soobin's words plagued your thoughts, and Soobin acts as if none of that happened. But that's what you wanted, right? It was true this was what you wanted. It was better for everyone this way. But, for someone who had no romantic interest in Soobin whatsoever, his casual attitude bothered you more than it should have. His words bothered you more than you should have. Soobin's whole existence seemed to now overwhelm you.

You had to see him every day at work, he contaminated your thoughts whenever you were alone, and then you'd see him at work again the next day. Your thoughts confused you, to say the least. You were beginning to view Soobin in a whole new light. Suddenly, when he was talking, your eyes would weigh in on his lips that seemed to have a permanent pout. Your heart would race whenever he was just a tad too close to you. Your newfound behavior didn't go unnoticed by Soobin, but he figured he had just made you that uncomfortable with his confession. It broke his heart to know that he had made things that bad that you that awkward whenever he was around. Soobin thought by showing he was getting over you it would help. But it just seemed to get worse. Maybe talking to you and apologizing would help?

Soobin twiddled his thumbs as he gave you nervous glances out of the corner of his eye. He wasted any confidence towards you during his confession, now unsure how to approach you. Soobin deeply inhaled with tightly closed eyes before calling out to you. You immediately stop talking to a fellow staff member to look over at the tall idol who had just called for you.

"Yes, Soobin?"

"Can I talk to you...in private?"

In private? That was the last thing you wanted.

Your next words came out of your mouth before you could even stop them.

"Of course, follow me. I was gonna get a coffee from the cafeteria. I believe the cafe has your favorite bread today. We can walk there and talk?"

Soobin nodded his head and trailed behind you in silence, trying to collect the words he was going to say. Soobin was so lost in thought, he hadn't realized the two of you were in the cafeteria already.

"You wanted to talk?" Your heart was racing faster than it should, but you tried to keep your composure on the outside. Did Soobin notice your newfound attraction towards him?

"Y/n-noona, I want to say I'm sorry for everything. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable in any way, and it was stupid of me to have a crush on you, but I promise that I've been trying to get over it. You always seem uncomfortable around me now, and I never wanted that to happen. I know you're my manager, but I really value you and, I hope we can have a friendly relationship." His words rushed out of his mouth in a nervous, rambled mess. You stared at him with an unreadable expression written on your face. His heart now racing as much as yours.

It wasn't untrue that it was uncomfortable to be around him, but not in the way he thought. You could no longer make out your true feelings for the idol standing before you. Soobin now made your heart flutter in ways that were surely unprofessional by any standard.

" I think I'm beginning to have feelings for you-" Once again, your mouth worked faster than your brain, and your face showed immediate regret. Soobin blinks frantically, thinking he must've heard you wrong and that his mind was just playing tricks on him. But, what you said was no illusion of his imagination.

It took a few seconds for Soobin to process your words. Tension thickened in the air of the cafeteria. You could see the gears of Soobin's brain turning, your nerves spiking as you wondered what the hell was going on in his head.

His large hand unexpectedly grabbed your wrist, and he dragged you out of the cafeteria, leading you to the same vacant room from over a month ago. Your legs kept up with his longer ones as best as possible before stopping once he let go of your wrist to face you.

"I have an idea" You cocked an eyebrow at Soobin, expecting him to continue.

He cleared his throat nervously, "you said you think you're starting to have feelings for me, right? What if we kiss, just to see if you feel anything? Then you'll know 100% if you like me." The tone of Soobin's voice sounded as if he was trying to convince himself.

He was prepared to just call off his idea as you stared at him with another unreadable expression, but he didn't get the chance to. Your hand reached up to cup the side of his face and gently tug it down to your level. His plump lips made contact with your own, setting off an array of tingles to bubble in the pit of your stomach. Soobin's eyes widened, his hands awkwardly by his side as he tried to comprehend what was happening.

Soobin had thought of this moment a plethora of times, often imagining how soft your lips would feel against his. How his hands would fit holding your waist. His eyes soon fluttered shut, his eyelashes tickling the apples of your cheeks. With a tilt of his head, he began to kiss back, allowing you to take the lead as the more experienced one. His large palms moved from his side to rest gently on your waist as he allowed himself to enjoy the sensations.

Your thumb gently brushed against his cheek, caressing the soft skin. You moved your lips against his in sync, your other hand gripping his shoulder to pull him even closer.

What felt like minutes of bliss was actually a few seconds. You slowly pulled away from the kiss, Soobin subconsciously chasing after your lips with a faint whine. His mouth was parted ever so slightly, with little pants escaping his lips. The two of you stayed in this position for a little longer before he opened his eyes to ask you a question.

"Do you feel anything?" His eyes were hopeful, staring deep into yours.

You slowly nodded your head before leaning back in for another kiss. This was unprofessional, but you could worry about that later. Right now, you needed to feel his lips on yours.

It's been 6 months since your kiss with Soobin, and there've been many that followed after. The two of you went on a few dates to test the waters before agreeing to make it official.

There was just one minor thing, you had to tell the company and, you did. It went better than expected. You thanked the heavens that you were able to keep a job at the company but, for the sake of the company's request, you'd no longer manage the boys of TXT. You transferred over to Enhypen's management team. Soobin was admittedly a bit pouty after learning this. He wouldn't be able to see you as often, but he understood why it was important and was glad the two of you could stay together.

You'd occasionally see Soobin at work, where he'd steal a few glances and passing hugs in the hallway. Those were all fine and some of the highlights of his day, but nothing would compare to moments like these.

He was currently laying his head on your lap as the two of you watched a movie on your couch. Your hand played with the soft locks of his hair, nails soothingly scratching along his scalp. Soobin let out content, little hums to show his enjoyment before mumbling out, "I love you."

"I do too, Soobin." You said with a faint smile on your lips, but it wasn't good enough for him. He shook his head and sat up to look at you with his signature pout.

"Noona~ come on, say you love me." His pout slowly turned into a bright grin, those dimples you loved making an appearance.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you leaned in to press a lingering kiss into his mouth.

Whispering out, " I love you too, Soobin."

[goatlingsvent]

TW for ACTUAL Mentions of animal abuse and the dark reality of pet stores

TW LONG I'm sorry but this is a rant :(

To the people recommend in the discord that chesireJestsire releases the frog and buys a frog from the store:

Petsites by default. Are shit. Most source their animals unethically, either buying wild caught anyways anyways, or buying from and supporting mills. Even the better ones are guilty of this. Adopt not shop people! Both Petco and PetSmart are also known for literally throwing out animals to literally die. Releasing a Toad just to buy one at a company chain store that on record supports abuse and partakes in abuse is kinda a worse decesion.

Not to mention, they literally will encourage their employees to give out blantently false info on animal care, and sell unethical pet cages, "tanks" etc. ESPECIALLY in the small animals (Birds, Fish, Reptiles, Rodents, etc.) department. It Isn't doesn't help that most of the people are shop there either don't care enough to actually fact check their claims, or if they are in the know about how shitty pet stores are in general (yes even the better ones) they always have an UwU savoir complex thinking by buying an animal from them their somehow saving it as if store doestn actually care about them or the animal and just wants the money.

At the end of the day, pet stores are literally companies that sell animal products and see animals as products and not living creatures. They literally even partake in rainbow marketing "pride".

And on top of that it's generally unwise to ship small animals in the mail, their highly at risk and easily prone to getting hurt, as the mail carriers will not give two shits if the mail that's alive dies by the time it gets to the new owner, and that's informing the potential of the animal getting lost in the mail, stolen, etc. It's not a plushie you can just buy, and if it doesn't arrive you can just replace it with another.

Not to mention the reptile scene itself is also generally rife with people who like to unethically breed reptiles just because it gets them money and popularity on TikTok or whatever. Their are TONS of even controversy amongst the reptile and amphibian community because of this, whether over breeding or even owning certain morphs, species, etc. Their is plenty of people who will ignore ethics just to have an rare endangered animal for clicks and views, or will abuse animals for clicks and views.

What did CJ do again? Capture an common, nonendagered local species and ... (checking the discord) Give it a proper size tank, water, actual dirt, moss, and even actual foliage etc. with the only obviously store bought things being that hiding log, water bowl, tank, and maybe that larger stick but most def the moss wrapped around it. Tbh that looks like a really decent set up, looks like they know what their doing- which is also what they literally said, that this isn't their first frog and they've kept Lemon Toads/Common American toads before.

So to those saying you HAVE to be an professional in the discord to capture wild animals to keep as pets... they seem to be one, and if not, they seem to be well versed than most on what their doing. Additional, in several states it's actually legal to keep wild caught frogs, turtles and similar animals as pets, so legally you do NOT have to be a professional, but it's better you actually know what your doing.

So please if any one is gonna keep any animal wild or not. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do you research from as many sources as you can, as some myths as frogs give people warts is still being passed off as true on some sites. If you get from a breeder make sure their not a mill, and if possible try to meet the breeder in person to receive the animal and don't risk the mail services! Also, keep an eye out for the local law on animal species, as some species are infact illegal to keep as pets even if they don't seem like they are or should be. If permits are needed, get them, as well as proper medical documents and approvals.

Though credit is where credit is due: at least you care about an actual potential issue than the people complain about goats with eyelashes. Those guys need to go touch seem grass. Maybe take a hike and nature watch or if they don't have a park nearby watch a nature documentary, YouTube has some good ones for free, just saying. I recommend Ant Canada unless you don't like bugs or specifically ants and cock roaches.

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[mywonuderful]

Cafuné

anon request: Hi! Can I request for a scenario where hyunjae texted his s/o whining about how he's frustrated from practice because he's not satisfied so you decided to visit him to cheer him up? Thank you! pairing: idol!hyunjae x non idol!reader genre: fluff warnings: n/a a/n: this was inspired by the latest Kingdom: Legendary War episode and for those who haven't watched it yet, I won't mention any spoilers but just be sure to show your support to The Boyz as the final round is coming up!

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"Why can't I get this move down?!" Hyunjae lets out a frustrated sigh, going back to the starting position before one of his members pressed play as he danced to the music. "What's wrong? You were dancing really well!" Changmin patted his back from behind but he didn't seem to take in his compliment as he clicked his tongue, turning to face the main dancer. "Could you go through this section again? I'm always a split second off from you guys." Changmin nodded as a few others joined where he went over the moves, giving them a thumbs up but Hyunjae still felt like something was off about his performance. As the rest of the members lingered around in the practice room, fooling around or cooling off, Hyunjae was dancing with his brows furrowed, sweat dripping down is forehead as he danced in repetition to only grumble every time.

"Hyung, forcing yourself to dance isn't going to do you any good. How about we just call it a day and head back home?" Eric suggested as the boys joined in agreement. "You guys can head out first. I'm going to practice a bit more before heading back." The boys left one by one before he was left alone in the dance room. He walked over to his bag to pick up his phone, checking to see how you were doing.

He lets out disappointed sigh, missing your presence but it couldn't be helped since neither of your schedules match up recently as the only communication between the two of you would either be messaging or video calls. Especially when his team being on Kingdom: Legendary War made it even harder for the two of you to even just have a phone call. Frowning, he sets his phone down and went back to dancing. No matter how many times he went over the moves, he was just never happy with the performance he gave out, getting more frustrated at himself.

-

Your boss actually let everyone off work early today after a week of an hectic yet successful promotional event. You were overjoyed by the fact that you could finally leave work early on such a beautiful day as you bid all your co-workers goodbye before heading to the elevators when you bumped into one of your friends. "Signing off early today?" She asked as you turned on your phone, seeing the text from your boyfriend. "Yeah, she wanted us to enjoy the start of the summer weather. Plus, after such a busy week with pulling all-nighters and promotions, I think it's very much needed for us to have some recovery time." The two of you laughed "Right, congratulations of the successful event! Employees from my department and I heard how you guys were working nonstop for it. I can say that the results were definitely worth it." You thank her as the elevator doors opened, as it was almost filled. You gestured her to take the empty spot for you pressed the button again, waiting for the next available lift. Your lips dropped as you read his messages, feeling helpless in your shoes since you couldn't do anything when an idea popped up in your head.

You sheepishly smiles as you entered the elevator, walking out your company building before heading over to a couple of restaurants, walking out for bags full of takeout.

-

After a long, repetitive and disappointing practice, Hyunjae headed back to the dorms, feeling restless and miserable about his lack progress as the performance day approaching closer and closer. He entered as his members asked for his suggestion on what he wanted to eat for dinner. "What do you want to eat tonight? We're going to order takeout." Younghoon waved his phone and asked his fellow member. The members were gathered in the living room, observing his actions before looking at each other, sensing that he wasn't at a happy mood. "Hyunjae, do you want us to order from your favorite chicken place?" Jacob kindly asked but he didn't bother answering as he went straight to his room, slamming the door behind before throwing his bag to go shower.

"He doesn't look like he's in a good mood." You spoke through the phone call after hearing a faint thud from his door. You originally called Younghoon to tell him your plan when he accidently placed you on speaker as all the members heard. The members were delighted by what you had in mind and decided on surprising Hyunjae as Younghoon would pretend to call a restaurant to see if he wanted anything in particular but actually had you on speaker as you remained silent when the plan didn't exactly go to plan. "Yeah he has been quite stressed over the choreography and upcoming performance. I can't blame him though, it is one of the hardest ones yet so he probably wants to do his best." Changmin added as your heart ached from not being able to be by his side. You told the boys that you're on the way to the dorm and keep it a secret from you boyfriend. Stopping by a few more stores, the bags around your hands starts to get heavy as your knuckles becomes white from holding so many boxes. You called a member down as you walked into their apartment, being greeted by their smile that you haven't seen in a while.

"It's been like years since I last saw you!" Eric runs to you as you struggled to walk straight from the amount of bags. "It truly feels like years." You laughed at his comment as helped you carry some of the bags. He peeked through, a huge smile forming on his face when he saw all the food that you bought. "It's a good thing you stopped by today. Hyunjae hyung has been having a rough time with practice." Eric spoke as the two of you stepped into the elevator. "I don't think I've ever seen him this frustrated before. He was practicing alone the other day and I heard him yell at himself when I was passing by..." Your heart dropped from hearing Eric's words. You bitterly smiled at him as he reassured that your boyfriend is trying his best to take care of his health and all but your heart couldn't settle. You arrived at the door when Eric told you to remain outside as he would get Hyunjae to open the door. You stood outside, nervous yet anxious from seeing your boyfriend for the first time in a while. You thought about what you would say when you saw him and how he would react.

"Takeout is delivered!" Eric yelled as he entered, rapid footsteps were heard as the members ran towards him whispering "Where's Y/N?" as he whispered back his plan. "HYUNJAE COME OUT AND EAT." Younghoon yelled from the living room as you giggled, hearing his voice from outside. "I'm not hungry." You pressed your ear to the door as you hear your lover's mumbled voice "We ordered chicken and it should be here any moment now!" Eric yelled as that was your cue to ring the doorbell, feeling your whole body shake from nervousness. "Hyunjae! Opened the door, your fried chicken is here." Sangyeon called as there was a short period of silence before you hear his door click opened. "Can't you guys open it? Why do I have to open it?" He snapped as the boys looked at him with a shocked expression before Sangyeon cleared his throat, trying to go with the plan. "U-Um, our fingers are all dirty? Just opened the door, we ordered from your favorite restaurant." His eyes lit up for a second before he groaned stomping his way to the doorway as your heart started racing, seconds away from seeing your boyfriend.

You eyes widen as the door slowly opened but stopped right enough for him to stick only his hand. He opened his hand, waiting for you to hand him the chicken when you reaching your hands into his, intertwining fingers before he retrieved his hand swinging the door opened. "What the f-" "Special delivery for the one and only Lee Jaehyun." You smiled, raising the bags in front of your face to hide your flushed cheeks. He took the bags from your hands before placing them down, pulling you into his chest as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, almost taking your breathe away. "Oh my gosh, I missed you so much." He whispered as you blinked back the tears that were blurring your vision. You looked into the dorm, seeing the faces of the members as some where happily munching and others had their phones out, capturing the sweet moment.

-

"I thought you said you weren't hungry." you mocked Hyunjae's voice from earlier as he picked up another chicken leg, shyly smiling as he bit into it. You sat with the boys as they all thank you for the food that you bought. "You guys must've been too busy to even eat your meals so I decided to stop by with some food for you guys." smiling, you looked around as all the boys where eating their hearts away. You felt a little sad that they were so busy with the upcoming competition but you knew that it's what they loved to do. You glanced over at your boyfriend, as he rested his head on your shoulder, letting out a content sigh. "Wow, I think this is the happiest I've felt in a while. I have you guys, chicken and Y/N all in one room.... This must be pure happiness." he spoke out loud before everyone broke into laughter. After everyone was finished eating, they all went on to do their own activities as you and Hyunjae headed into his room. Once he opened the door, the scent of his cologne travelled to your nose as you let out a delighted sigh

"Wow, it's been a minute since I've been here." You looked around his room. Even though nothing has changed since your last visit, you felt yourself reminiscing that moment. You looked over at your boyfriend who as lying on his bed as he patted the spot next to him, telling you to join him. "It's been a minute since I saw my gorgeous girlfriend." He stated as your sat beside him, legs crossed as he plotted himself up with the support of his elbows. You surveyed your boyfriend as you noticed his eyebags were getting dark, his appearance looking tired, overworked and stressed as you felt your eyes watering. "Why are you crying my love?" His eyes widen as tears fell from you eyes. He sat up, hands on either side of your face as he brushed the tears with his thumbs, giving you a worried look. You shook your head before pulling him into a hug, him stroking your back. "I'm such a horrible girlfriend." You felt his movements come to a halt at your words as he broke the hug, you avoiding his eyes. "Why would you ever tell yourself that?" His voice full of love and concern only made you want to breakdown in front of him even more but you held back, wiping away the tears. "I couldn't by your side when times where difficult for you. I couldn't comfort you when you needed someone the most." You explained as he slightly frowned, hurt by your words.

"That's not true at all." He brushed the hairs at of your face as you looked up at him, eyes red and puffy. "You're the energy when I'm low and my light in my darkness. You may not know it but just the thought of you gave me the motivation, the encouragement and inspiration to strive and work harder" He smiled as you couldn't help but to do the same. "I know with both of our schedules it's hard to make time for each other but that doesn't stop me from thinking about you, missing you yet supporting you from afar because I know you do the same." He went on as you suddenly laughed, catching him off guard. "I came here today to comfort you... Why does it feel like the opposite." He laughed before he laid down on your crossed legs, hands playing with yours. "Didn't you tell me your boss wouldn't let you guys off work?" He asked as you caressed his face. "She let us off early today as a little celebration for the successful promotion and to enjoy the start of the summer weather." He narrowed his eyes at you, realizing that you were lying at him through text. "Congratulations on the event, it must've been stressful for you and your team to handle everything. I'm so proud of you." You cheeks tinted at his sudden praise as he hand touched your face, feeling the warmth of your blush. "I decided to surprise you since you were having a hard time." He hummed, closing his eyes.

"I would be lying if I said I wasn't having a hard time. All the members are doing so well during practice but I can't seem to follow up to them. It's like something was off or missing of me whenever I practice with them. I just want to do the best in my part so it'll be perfect for the team, you know?" He let out his thoughts as you nodded attentively. "Were you able to find what was missing?" You asked as he opened his eyes meeting yours as the direct contact made your heart skip a beat. "Hmm... I'm not sure but I guess it has been getting better compared to a few days ago. But today, it was just so frustrating. I was screaming and yelling at myself because I couldn't find out what was wrong." He pouted as you let out an "aw," sympathizing with him. "I'm so sorry, babe. If there's ever anything I can do for you, you know I'll always be there for you no matter what time of day it is right?" You ruffled his hair as he grinned, his eyes hinting that he had something up his sleeves. "I think I'm losing hair." He suddenly confessed as your jaw dropped, hands going through his hair as he laid on your legs, examining. "I think I pulled out a lot of hair from today's irritating practice." He whined as he rubbed his head, you cooing as you ran your fingers through his hair. "Could you massage my head for me?" he shyly asked, you giggling at his request "Anything for my mirae"

He let out a hum as you continued, seeing how relaxed he was. The faint music playing from his laptop along with his steady breath made you feel at home with your boyfriend who you could finally embrace. You fingers ran through the hair of his, as a smile would form on his face time to time, making your lips curve up into a grin.

"I think I finally found what I was missing." He broke the silence, eyes glancing up to yours as you stared into his big, bright orbits. "That's great. What was it?" You hummed in response, fingers still slowly working through his hair. "You."

cafuné (n): running your fingers through the hair of someone you love

[falcqns]

partner in crime l

pairing: August Walker x OFC (Maeve)

summary: when an old hook up of August's dies, its up to him to step up.

warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of minor character deaths, dad!august, slightly soft!august.

a/n: hope you enjoy!

August opened his eyes, and was greeted by silence. he always was.

he was always greeted with dead silence, and he wouldn't want it any other way.

ever since he was a child, and his father died, he always woke up to an empty house. his mother cared for him sure, but never the way a mother should.

he was 6 when his father, a CIA agent as well, was killed on a relatively low risk mission. it was just supposed to be intel gathering, but a fight broke out and he received a bullet to the head. after his father died, his mother became a whole new person, and that person didn't want little August.

since he was 6, he'd been taking care of himself. when he turned 18, the only thing that changed was he paid is own bills. he'd been buying his own groceries since he was 10, and putting himself through school.

he never asked for help, he never learned to. he never learned what love was, and how to express it. and, to August, it never mattered. he never wanted children, he never wanted to be married.

he was perfectly content.

that was, until yesterday. he had gotten a call from a lady named Anais Torres, informing him of his child.

he didn't know about this child, but apparently she was the result of a hookup over a year ago, and her mother had died last week. he had had a rough mission, and went out to the first bar he could find, in search of some good alcohol and some female company to help him forget, even for just a little while.

as he looked over the file, he saw her name was Maeve Luna Walker. she had his last name, and he was on the birth certificate, so there was no doubt in his mind that she was his. there was a small picture, not a recent one, of her. he guessed it was on the day she was born.

he felt warmth swell in his chest when he saw her chubby cheeks, and dark hair peeking out from the tiny pink hat sat atop her head.

she was a little over 7 months old, and her mother passed away only a week ago. her mother had no other family, she had emancipated herself at 15, and he was the only family she had.

he had considered letting her go into the foster system, but was immediately talked out of my Sloane, who he had called for help after he had gotten the call. she had informed him of the horrible possibilities that could befall this little girl, and he, who was perfectly capable of taking care of a child, couldn't do that to her.

he had called Anais back, and informed her that he would take her. he didn't know anything about raising a child, or love for that matter, but he knew he had to try.

he had driven to his nearest Walmart, and walked to the baby section in search of everything he would need.

Anais had given him a list with the basic necessities, but as he was standing in the aisle that had cribs and bassinets on one side, and strollers and carseats on the other, and was completely lost.

was a bassinet better, or a crib? what type of car seat would be best?

there were so many questions he had, and he most definitely did not have the answers.

thankfully, after a few minutes of struggling, an employee noticed his struggle, and came to help him.

"hello sir. is there anything I can help you with today?" she asked nicely, and August gave her a small smile before answering.

"yes actually. my daughter is moving in with me, and I have nothing for her, and I'm totally clueless to what I need." The associate laughed, and pointed to the cribs.

"lets get you started with cribs." she said, and August made a mental note to give her a large tip for helping him.

August left Walmart two hours later, a crib, car seat, high chair, and all the other baby things he would need in tow.

he checked the time on his dashboard, and saw he only had about an hour and a half before Anais was supposed to be arriving with Maeve, and he had a lot to do.

once he arrived home, he set to building the crib, and was only halfway through when there was a knock at the door. August paused what he was doing, and walked towards the front of his apartment.

he got a glimpse of himself in the hallway mirror, and second guessed himself. was he ready to be a father? a dad? he knew next to nothing about children, much less a daughter. he took a deep breath, and continued to the door.

his breath caught in his throat when he laid eyes on his little girl.

she had curly brown hair, and the bluest eyes he had ever seen. he found himself wondering if she also had brown in them, like he did. he noted she was rather chubby, but the associate at Walmart, Cora, had assured him that she'd probably be that way.

"hello Mr Walker. I apologize for being a few minutes late, traffic seems to have picked up." she said, and August nodded, his eyes not leaving Maeve.

"oh it quite alright, I was running behind today too." he assured her, and Anais smiled.

"well, this is Maeve. she's a little tired today, its been a long week, and she doesn't really understand what's happening. she may be a little cranky, especially as it gets closer to her bedtime, but other than that, she's a perfect little angel."

that surprised August. he remembers being a rather defiant child, and was expecting Maeve to be the same, but maybe not.

he nodded, and watched as Anais set Maeve on the carpeted floor. Maeve's eyes glanced around the room, almost unsure of what to think.

Anais's phone dinged, and she looked down. "I apologize, Mr Walker. I have to get going, but everything you need to know is in that file, and all of her stuff is in this bag. if you need anything at all, just give me a call. I have a son around her age so I should be qualified enough to help you." she said, and August thanked her, and she was out the door moments later.

he turned to look at Maeve, who was just gazing up at him.

he bend down to her level, and got a good look at her. "hello, Maeve. I'm your father. I'll tell you this, I have no idea what I'm doing, but I am going to try." he said, and she looked up at him with a smile.

he felt the warmth swell in his chest once more. is that love? he asked himself. he didn't know, but he had a suspicion that it was.

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[shadyteacup]

Part 5 of Triagonal Heartache

Recap:

1. Kunikida kissed Dazai.

2. Y/N has to go over to her new company to sign some documents before starting as an employee.

Excerpt:

She just had to ruin his entire plan! That bitch. The disgusted look on Dazai's face was enough to make Kunikida blame it all on Y/N. Now, he didn't just hate her. No. He despised her.

Triagonal Heartache

Y/N's phone rang, waking her from her power nap. She hastily pat her desk, trying to find it. As soon as her fingers brushed past the metallic device, she grasped it, swiping her thumb blindly over the screen, a reflex action that she had developed over the years; answering the call.

"Hello?", she said groggily.

"Y/N. Where are you?"

She immediately recognized Dazai's voice, and noted the serious tone of his voice.

"I'm in Madrid. What's wrong?"

She sat up straighter, opening her tired eyes, and turning on her table lamp.

It was 4 am right now, atleast, at her location. She had to travel out of Japan for her new job. What she thought was a trip to the Yokohama office to sign a couple of documents, turned out to be a flight to Spain. She was to co-head a project based in Madrid. She was going to operate from Yokohama and serve as the link between Japan and Spain.

She had to meet her partner, the one who was to head the project from Spain, in a couple of hours. She was working on her notes when the jet lag caught up to her.

Japan is 7 hours ahead of Spain. It's probably 11 am there. She had reached Madrid around 1 am, meaning 8 am at Yokohama.

Dazai must have just gone for work.

"Madrid? Why- You know what, nevermind. I wanted to talk to you. Can you spare me fifteen minutes?"

"Ofcourse."

To say that Y/N was surprised would be an understatement. She hadn't expected her ex to kiss her bestfriend. What the hell was happening?

"You know, he probably liked you for a long time before today."

She said, considering Doppo's careful nature and inborn urge to be methodical at all times. Acting out like this isn't his nature. He probably had a lot of pent up frustration, which must've led him to do what he did. He must've been in love with Dazai for months.

Which also revealed a harsh truth to her. He never loved her. He was playing with her feelings from the beginning. Everything was a lie. Tears welled up in her eyes, as she realized that she fell in love with a fake.

Dazai caught on to what she must've been thinking pretty quickly.

"Y/N, I swear to God, if you shed another tear over that disgusting man, I will kill him."

"Whoa, hold on, now. Nobody's killing anybody."

She quickly grabbed a tissue, wiping the stray tears off her cheek, getting rid of any evidence that she had shed a tear.

"Also, didn't I make you promise to not intervene in this matter?"

Dazai sighed on the other end. He knew she'd find a way to avoid blaming Kunikida. He had left the office after Kunikida's rather privacy invading advance, and was now seated in a Cafe. One that both him and Y/N frequented.

He couldn't spend another minute with the blonde, without punching his face, that is. He had to calm his mind before he ended up doing something rash.

Dazai now understood what Kunikida must have planned. He must've wanted to get on Dazai's good side by blaming it all on Y/N.

Only Y/N beat him to it by telling him the truth.

"It honestly doesn't matter, Y/N. He hurt you, so I lashed out. Simple as that."

She bit her lip. She had anticipated this. She knew that Dazai would do something like this, but had tried to prevent him from acting out by making him agree to a promise.

It's Dazai; she should have known that he'd find a way around it to do whatever he wanted to do.

A thought struck her mind.

"Do you... Do you like him back?"

As much as Y/N tried to hate Kunikida, she couldn't. She had actually loved him when they were together. It was difficult for her to hate, or even dislike, him. She still cared about him.

"What the fuck, Y/N? Are you okay? Or did the jet lag mess with your brain?!"

"Hey, hey, no need to get hostile! I'm just.. curious."

Dazai's blood was boiling now. He couldn't believe that Y/N still cared about Kunikida. Especially after everything he had done? He doesn't deserve that kind of affection!

Hell, if only you had fallen for Dazai instead, if only he had acted on his feelings earlier, you wouldn't have had to go through all this pain. Dazai wasn't a good guy, he had done quite a few "bad" things in the past, and if the situation requires it, he would continue to do these "bad" things. But he wasn't a jerk. He understood your feelings and actually cared for you. He would never hurt you or play with your feelings.

'Ofcourse I wouldn't her,' Dazai thought.

'I love her, damnit!'

The waitress who had come over to his table to give him his order stopped in her tracks.

Dazai noticed this, and his face paled.

His heart started beating faster, and sweat formed on his brow.

The waitress' reaction could only mean one thing.

'Did I just say that out loud?!'

Sorry for taking so long to post.. I had zero motivation.. the storyline is pretty clear in my head. I jut whipped this up in like, 15 mins or smthng

Hope u r liking it so far!

[ahsxual]

Sassy Girl

Pairing: L!Joker x Fem!Reader

Summary: J finally took you to a meeting with his men. After seeing you agitated, he decides to confront you about it once you leave.

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Sir kink, spanking, dom/sub, vaginal sex, nipple play, degradation, rough kissing, slightly exhibitionism, dirty talk, breath play (nothing too serious), sassy reader, swearing

Word Count: 3,3k

A/N: soo me and @harlequinjoke were role-playing about L!Joker and Harley Quinn, and I really liked the idea, so I decided to write something about it <3 It's my first time writing about J (internally shaking). I got inspired by the incredible, unique and talented @jokerslilhyena, so I hope I get more comfortable with time writing him, because I REALLY love that chaotic bastard 💜💚

Gif Credits: @antonija89

You and J had an uncommon relationship: you weren't considered his girlfriend and vice-versa, however you were together. It was a totally different experience dating someone so chaotic as him, someone so dangerous and unpredictable. In the beggining, you actually were scared that he would hurt you, however he has proved the opposite: whenever you argued, he would break the first thing he found, scream or even leave for a long time... but he never would lay a hand on you and would always come back, eventually. However, he never apologized, not directly. He was extremely aggressive and reckless towards others, but with you... he wasn’t any of that. Of course he was very proud, would still throw tantrums here and there and sometimes he seemed indifferent, especially when the subject was about affection. Nevertheless, he loves you in a way that, even if it’s strange and unreal to others, he still shows you that he cares for you, that he doesn’t want to make you feel bad and he does anything to protect you from the rude and injustice world you live in. For you, it’s his "special" way to love and honestly, you are fine with it, since he always comes back to you and keeps you alive and safe.

Sometimes you wondered how did you get where you were, having a "relationship" with the one and only prince of crime, the one that everyone fears with all their being. But you, you were unordinary and different from others... and that's what caught his attention. You knew you wouldn't be judge by him, wether it was physically or mentally.

You always had a thing for villains, J being the most dangerous and strategically intelligent of them all: you saw J as someone who doesn't care about other's opinions, someone courageous enough to prove and make the world wrong, someone who isn't afraid to express himself and be the way he was meant to be... the way life made him. You deeply admire all those features about him: his confidence, his intelligence, his insight...

Today was an unexpected day: you wanted to see how J worked, how he organized and "planned" his ideas, how the "bad guy" life was. J, of course, didn't let you go... at first. He said that it didn't make sense for you to join him and he didn't want to get distracted by you, but you knew that was not the whole truth. J didn't want to show his only weakness to others, especially to dangerous people. As intelligent and practical he could be, he was just one man, so he avoided dealing with even more problems, mainly because you were the one who would be in danger. Nevertheless, you insisted, telling him that he didn't need to present you as someone he was having a case with, just a girl who wants to be apart of his "plan".

J knew you would bother him about that until he accept it, so today he finally gave you the answer you were dying for to hear.

"Oh... really? You won't argue with me about this anymore?" you were surprised for him letting you go.

"What do ya want me to do, huh? You were pressuring me all the time about it, so this is the only way to ah... end this." he was obviously annoyed, but he wanted to do that favor to you too. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he thought, and it would be one time only, so it was not a big deal.

"Thanks, J! I knew you wouldn't be such a daddy, it means a lot to me!" he smirked before you hugged him by the neck, something he was not expecting. He just tapped your back with his gloved hand in response, a gesture meaning you were welcome.

"Come on bunny, I can't be late. The boss have always to show up before his ah... employees." he joked, earning a laugh from you. You quickly put some comfortable shorts and a top that slightly showed your cleavage.

"I'm ready, time to go!" you said excitedly. J noticed that your outfit wasn't the most appropriate, but he didn't have time to tell you to change into something that wouldn't show too much skin. He thinks that you should cover the first piece of your neck's skin, to the tip of your toe. J was a possessive man to that extent... and you were a teasing to that extent too.

When you entered J's stolen car, you noticed how the back seats were spacious... immediately your dirty thoughts signaled their arrival, which made you unconsciously bit your lip slowly. Your clown didn't miss it, being as observant as he was, and instantly thought this wasn't a good idea... at all.

"Ya better stop doing that with your ah... lip, doll. Ya better behave or I will make ya be sorry later." he said in a serious tone. The sexual tension between you two was always evident, something that both of you loved and needed: J could have his way with you, respecting your limits obviously, and you would just enjoy the sex as much as he did, since no other man could dominate and have his way with you the way he did... you were his little masochist, his strong woman that simultaneously was so easy to break. He was obcessed with you: you were his drug, his only weakness, his vicious, his significant other... you just completed him, even though he never told you that, he definitely proved it to you everyday.

You usually have an answer for everything he says, but now you remained quite to not make things worse for both of you. You had to keep that fire inside your core hidden from his men or there would be consequences... after all, he is a man of his word.

You finally arrived to the place where the meeting would occur: it was an abandoned building as expected; around it, was nothing more than grit and some old and rotten cars; the sky was almost black, the stars and moon being the only ones lightning the establishment; there were two men located at the front door of the same big building, and surely there were others in the rear entrance. You couldn’t deny you were feeling nervous. As much as sometimes you wished, you couldn't be completely fearless like J.

"Don't worry doll, ya don't need to be afraid. If something goes wrong, we ah... always have a backup." he confidently said, showing you the inside of his coat covered in bombs and grenades. You laughed once again.

"Sure you do, J. You wouldn't be you if you didn't have it." you said while winking at him. He smirked before getting out of the car.

You knew from now on, until the meeting is over, he would act differently: he couldn't have the reputation of being a murderous clown with a soft spot for his little bunny. No one would take him seriously once that was revealed, and you understood it perfectly.

Once you arrived at the front door, where the two men were, they looked strangely at you and then at J.

"Will ya stay there looking at me like the ah... dick heads you are, or ya will let me pass already, huh?" J was expecting this reaction from them, yet his acknowledge didn't prevent him from being annoyed: he wasn't in the mood to give explanations to anyone, mainly to his temporarily needed men. The two men looked at each other, before nodding towards their boss and letting you both pass the tall, rigid door.

The moment you entered the room, you saw all of his men in their seats, already prepared for their meeting with their boss... and his company.

"Who's that?" a man asked boldly.

"She's our ah... tonight's special guest. She will help us with our mission by dealing with the ah... cops." he lied, successfully convencing them. He knew they wouldn't be suspicious about it, since that was his task. You sitted right next to him, noticing the side glances from some men.

While time passed and J talked about his "plan", you deeply admired how attractive he looked: he was so confident, fearless, so right about what he was saying and doing... it made you think how is it possible for a single man to be so strategic and dominant with others... and when J was with you, it was impossible not getting completely horny, feeling hot as hell and being completely at his mercy, gladly. He obviously noticed your long glances in his direction and felt how your legs would rub shamelessly against each other under the table, where only he could catch your signals, since you were almost glued to each other.

"Any questions about what I just said?" he asked after explaining everything that should be done. His men just nodded in return. "Good. Tomorrow morning, 9:30 am. I will be ah... extremely upset if any of you arrive late. And trust me, gentlemen, you wouldn't like to see me mad." he then got up, grabbing your arm and pulling you in front of him while you were walking, which surprised you. Once you approached the car, he opened the back door and pushed you roughly into the back seat, making you lay down with him above you after removing his long purple coat covered in grenades into the passenger seat.

"Now, now... would ya explain me what you were ah... doing back there, huh? Ya seemed very... restless during the reunion, don't ya think... bunny?" he whispered one of your favorite nicknames given by him into your ear, being so close that you could see every little and precise detail on his face: you could feel his hot breath against your skin and see his pupils dilating more and more by every passed second. J decided to confront you about it, wanting you to admit everything you did back there right in front of his face... and you would be the best liar if you said he didn't give you chills all over your body, especially making your core dripping from excitement and eagerness.

"I-I wasn't doing anything, I was just listening to y-"

"Ata-tada, ya don't wanna go that way, doll. You ah... know very well that I don't like when people lie on my face, especially you... not-one-bit." he madly said, pressing firmly the last words with his skilled tongue. Oh, how you loved seeing your psychotic clown having his way with you...

"What do you want me to say J, huh?? That yes, I was feeling horny like a goddamm whore just from seeing you leading those assholes, that I couldn't stop looking and admiring you?? That I couldn't even countain myself from touching myself like a fucking needy virgin?!" you couldn't take it anymore, so you spelled it out so he could make a move as soon as possible... because you knew very well: if you aren't honest with him and don't tell him what you desire, he will tease until you cry and beg desperately for him to touch you... and when that happens, J won't do anything until you admit it. That's how provocative and bastardous he was... but you loved it. J seemed pleased with your answer, since he grabbed you hardly by your hair and pushed you for a clumsily and rough kiss. You wanted to test his limits a little further, so when you felt his tongue against your lower lip, you didn't give him the permission to explore your mouth like he wished. By this, he bit your lower lip hard enough to draw some blood, showing how you couldn't be in control. If you even tried, you would suffer the consequences. You groaned while you tasted your own blood, seeing his face lighten once he saw and tasted the blood himself. His eyes were totally dark now, just like his soul and heart: you knew how much he loved pain and blood, something that was fully attached to his being.

"Ya really know how to make me crazy, Y/n. And ya know as well that has ah... price to pay, dontcha?" you simply nodded, wanting to feel the little pleasure he was giving to you. Suddenly you felt your neck being forcely grabbed by a gloved hand. "I want a strict answer." he said with a deep and low tone, making goosebumps all over your skin.

"Y-yes..." you moaned quietly.

"I couldn't hear ya. Yes what?" he asked even more serious now, pressing harder into your neck, but not enough to cut your air completely. The car door was still open, so if you spoke or moaned too loud, his men would hear you.

"Y-yes Sir!!" you shamelessly spoke loudly. J didn't closed the door for some reason, so why would you care?

"Hmm that's what I like to hear, my good little obedient girl..." he then rubbed his hips hardly into yours, moving his lips towards your neck while sucking and biting until it was red and purple. "You look amazing with those painted on ya, doll. The purple ah... suits you perfectly." he praised you, slowly moving to your already harden nipples. J grabbed your top and ripped it off, but you couldn't care less about it. Luckily, it wasn't your favorite. You didn't own a bra, grabbing his attention immediately. "Hmm someone hasn't been behaving like they should. Ya know what happens to ah... naughty and miss-behaving girls, dontcha doll? Huh?" he dangerously spoke, while pinching your nipples hard enough to give you immense pleasure and the right amount of pain.

"N-no sir, I don't..." you eagerly answered, afraid and excited at the same time about what it would happen next. He smirked at you, his yellow teeth now red from your blood, a view that would give nightmares to anyone, but it only made you wetter. J slowly approached you, whispering dangerously into your hear.

"They get punished." the only thing you knew was being brutally turned over, making your ass being exposed after he ripped your shorts as well.

"No, p-please sir!! I promise I will be a good girl..." you cried, which didn't affect him at all.

"Too late for apologies now, sweet cheeks." suddenly you felt a hard spank into your right ass cheek. "Count until five to me, doll. If ya don't, I will start over... you already know the rules." you knew you had to endure your punishment or it would be much worse. Obviously he was doing this because he knew you liked it as much as he did: if not, you would never be in the position you were right now. You didn't have a choice but to count every spank he gave you, involuntary missing on the fourth, which meant he would have to do everything over again.

"Five!!" you screamed, your ass now painted in red and some shades of purple. You felt the burning sensation so intensely, you could swear your butt was actually on fire. Yet you wouldn't complain, since you loved the feeling of burnt skin after his spankings. "P-please sir, just fuck me, I'm begging you!! I-I will do anything to please you, anything!!" you cried harder, both of you knowing those tears were nothing but a reaction of the pleasure you were feeling and wanted to feel. J thought for a moment if he should make you beg for him a little more, or have mercy. After all, he was just eager was you were, yet he loves to play with you first more than anything.

He suddenly pressed his cock against your dripping entrance, without give you time to adjust to him. It wasn't too much hard to take him, since you were so wet, he could slide inside you extremely easily. But that didn't prevent you from feeling the pain right after, when he grabbed your hips harder than ever and fucked you faster than the light itself. His nails were breaking your skin with each deep thrust he did, more blood flooding down your thighs. J thought in taking his knife to cut you, but he preferred to do it when the two of you were in your house by yourselves, where he had the whole time he needed to really play with you.

"F-fuck!! Please J, don't stop!!" he loved how easily it was to make you cum. You once told him in your first times it would take time for you to cum, because you were shy and insecure at the beginning. But ohh, how that changed... for better, surely. And you know he was the responsible for making you feel comfortable about it: J is the only man who gives you pure pleasure, without making you feel ashamed. After all, he is not a monster like everyone, incluinding batman, thinks. He's just... a man ahead of the curve.

He grabbed your hair forcely with his left gloved hand, while his right one came directly to rub your clit hard.

"Cum for me, you fucking slut. Show me how such a needy whore you are, let me feel ya squeeze my cock hard while I fuck ya until you can't fucking walk tomorrow." he groaned into your hear, his tone much lower than before. That was enough to make you cum right there, even if he wouldn't touch you at all.

"Ohh f-fuck, I'm gonna cum J!!" you moaned loudly before cumming hard on his thick, merciless cock. You felt his dick twisting inside you, while his pace became sloppy, faster and harder, a sign that he was about to cum.

"I'm going to fill that fucking tight pussy and you will keep my cum inside of ya, do ya hear me?!" he loudly demanded, wanting to hear your response before he cums.

"Y-yes sir!! I-I will keep every last drop of you inside me, please just cum inside me, please... I'm begging you!" and that was it. J came deeply inside you while groaning like a wild animal.

The two of you laid there to get some air, him being on top of you, supporting some of his height with his elbows to not crush you. You gently massaged his back in a comforting way, your code to let him know you enjoyed your moment and were okay, that he didn't hurt you badly.

"Wow, that was... amazing. I should come to your meetings more often." he laughed at this, finally looking into your eyes.

"Ya really aren't innocent as ya seem to be doll, and I really like to see that ah... sassy side of yours. We should discuss that after our... second round when we get back home, huh? I mean, if ya can be able to speak after that." you playfully punched him on his arm while laughing, already feeling excited again.

"We will see about that, then. Let's just get home now, can't wait for that promised second round." you winked at him, earning a big smirk from clown.

"I'm sure they know now that ya aren't just some ah... chick apart of the mission."

"Well, at least they know now that they don't have a chance with me, even if they tried." after hearing that, he kissed you passionately in his own way, grabbing your ass in the process, before moving to the front seat so he could drive home to where both of you will continue your so promised round two.

[noszkass]

garrison "grady" oliver knox jr.

thirty two. podcast host. amateur sleuth. casey deidrick.

grady: [looks deeply into your eyes; pats your knee, sympathetically.] grady: “i don’t care.”

content warnings: mentions child neglect, parental abandonment, missing parent, (suspected) death of a parent, alcoholism.

dominant traits. opinionated, surface level arrogant, judgmental, creative, sarcastic, invasive, blunt/crass, antisocial, stubborn, self-aware, unyielding, grudge-holding, mouthy (read as: "brutally honest"), insensitive, protective, intuitive, reactive, self-reliant, observant, adaptable, impulsive.

fictional parallels. connor welsh (htgawm); jess mariano (gilmore girls); jughead jones (riverdale); stiles stilinski (teen wolf); nancy drew (cw nd); veronica mars (vm).

○ his name is grady. no one calls him garrison, not anymore. not since his mother was around. i say around, and not alive, because she isn't dead. just missing. a town native who moved away when she was pregnant with him, but brought a lot of the darker parts of miriam's well with her. he was raised on unfinished stories and embellished half truths about the place his mother grew up in─the place he eventually called home at fourteen─and, ultimately, is probably responsible for his interest in all things unexplained. and his father, well... his father is around georgia, somewhere, he supposes. they haven't spoken for a while. believe it of not, a relationship with your son doesn't cure at the bottom of a bottle.

○ his life pretty much always baseline sucks and his attitude and demeanor mirrors that. which is fine since grads is the type of guy who makes more acquaintances than he does friends. and even more enemies than that. he will casually put his nose in your business because "that’s my job" and he makes no apologies for who he is.

○ when he was younger he wanted to be a journalist, a photographer, and novelist and you can tell. too curious for his own good and heavily believes in not only checking his sources, but questioning everything. he's not afraid to stand up for the things he believes in or for the people he finds deserving of it, and has very little issue or care to what what consequences these actions might breed. he also may or may not be a coffee addict.

the corner booth at the local diner; twilight zone background noise; the smell of coffee seeping from moist skin; sweeping honesty; not only is the truth out there, but it also probably sucks; ring around the rosie was about the black plague; anti-social social club; dry sarcasm over milkshakes; swear jar that has his name on it; the company misery loves; mean nerd aesthetic; late nights in the studio with great music and a constant opinion.

plot hooks.

○ his family. well, his mother's family. the people she left behind, whatever's left of them. possibly an aunt (preferably his mother's twin, who he had no idea existed, so imagine that shock) who took him in when she went missing at fourteen and any potential children she might have? because cousin relationships are great and no one has your back or will kick your ass quite like family. can't imagine them being well off, more like town trash and maybe this aunt was the best of them. ○ veronica mars needs clients. ACAB indeed, but sometimes people need solutions to problems that a corrupted small-town government isn't capable (or willing) to get them. what does that mean? for the low price of [insert negotiation here] this knox boy will go out of his way to find the answers you need. husband fucking the secretary? photos will hold up nicely in divorce court─not to mention i'm a ~fantastic photographer. you get the idea. sure, it's not the prettiest (or cleanest) job, but it's easier to make money off liars, thieves, and cheating spouses than you might realize. especially in a small town with such an ugly history. ○ the unlucky barista/cashier/counter girl. it'd be nice to have a little back-and-forth relationship with someone who might work for his aunt? i imagined [his aunt] owns a coffee shop or cafe (or something of the sort) and he's always in there helping himself to free coffee and snacks and likes to poke and prod this person when he's bored via asking a million intrusive questions or just being his curious, obnoxious self. taken by noor ♡ ○ co-hosts of the night shift. well, it's not the doomsday podcast, certainly not with their following, but like a lot of people who find their way to miriam's well, they share the same basic general interest (unsolved mysteries, serial killers/true crime, paranormal/ghost hunting, lore, extraterrestrial, etc.) except, grady also likes to use his platform to bitch and moan about other things that happen in town. some topics more pointed than others, and often about public officials he has no business putting on the air and his fellow casters probably hate him doing. no one likes a target on their back. ○ pizza buddy + longtime friend. someone (preferably someone he considers close/from when he first moved to mw) who will go with him to flying saucers at two am for "out of stock" garlic knots (and/or an employee he bribes with🍃for said knots 👀) because he's an actual human garbage disposal and he hates himself just enough to like the aesthetic and that entire plot sounds fucking awesome?? bonus points if they both used to work there when they were younger, and now this shit is habit/a bastard tradition at this point. ○ doomsday descendants. characters who are part of the families who have abduction histories that he can interview and broadcast on his podcast─also pick their brain about every little detail and absolutely get on their nerves in some way or another.

[fritae]

The Missing Piece (Chapter 7)

Boundaries 💫

gang! au / ceo! au

characters: dabi x female oc, lov

status: ongoing

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Dabi decides on an open-air Italian restaurant.

Before we could take our seats, I excuse myself.

His brows furrow. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," I assure him. "I just need to use the bathroom."

Dabi nods.

But as soon as he's out of sight, I call for the waitress from near the entrance. The woman pleasantly smiles as she comes over.

"Hi, how can I help you today?"

"One second please," I say as I dig through my wallet. "I'm from table 6. Could you charge my card when we're done?"

She makes note of that and puts the pen in her apron. "Of course, miss."

I smile as my fingers find the blue Visa card.

But just as I'm about to hand it to her, I feel someone grab my arm.

My eyes widen.

"What do you think you're doing?" Dabi's eyes narrow.

"What?" I say. "I'm just giving her my card."

"I know. Who said you could do that?"

I pull my arm from his grip. "I don't need permission."

Dabi frowns and stands between us. "I'm the one that asked you for dinner."

I avert his gaze, feeling small under his eyes. "Okay, and? I want to pay."

"Rina-"

"Come on, don't argue with me on this. You bought coffee last time. It's my turn. Besides," I say with a small smile. "I just got my first paycheck. I want to celebrate."

Not to mention that it's thanks to him that I still have a paycheck!

Dabi sighs. "That's why we're at dinner. Who spends their first paycheck on their boss?"

"I'm not spending it on my boss," I correct. "I'm spending it on my friend."

Dabi's eyes widen for a moment, but the look on his face is gone just as fast.

He puts his hands in his pockets and rolls his eyes. "You sure you wanna spend your first paycheck on me?"

A grin spreads across my face. I reach over him and hand the waitress my card.

"Absolutely positive."

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"How'd you even know where I went?" I ask him as we make our way back to the table.

"You looked like you were up to something."

I smile.

Of course.

Dabi's worked with hundreds of people over the years. He told me he was good at reading people before, but I didn't know how good.

Or maybe I've never gotten close enough to anyone to feel so seen.

He rolls up his sleeves when the food arrives. My heart warms as he puts the appetizers in front of me.

"Hey," I tease him. "Just because I'm paying doesn't mean you should eat less."

Dabi scoffs. "Who said I'm eating less? I'm going to make you regret paying," There's a devilish grin on his face as he says it. "I have pretty expensive taste."

I laugh.

We both know the money he sent me will be more than enough for a simple dinner.

Even if it was at a three-star Michelin restaurant.

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The evening is spent in laughs and the type of conversation I was beginning to think only Dabi was capable of. Which feels weird, because I remember Toga telling me Dabi wasn't the type to talk often. Or smile, for that matter.

But every time I tell myself maybe I'm mistaken about who he is...

He reminds me of why I was drawn to him in the first place.

"How's work going so far," He asks me in between bites. "Any problems?"

"No, everything's great." I tell him truthfully. "It's such a fun experience, and I love hanging out with everyone when I'm done. And you don't ask for as much as I thought you would, to be honest. Having so much free time makes me feel like you're still doing a lot yourself."

Dabi shrugs. "There's a lot I gotta take care of personally. Although to be honest, you're just really efficient. You finish everything so quickly. I was worried this would be too much for you but looks like it's manageable."

"Yeah, yeah definitely." I steal a shrimp from his plate. "What I'm trying to say is you could give me more. I can handle it."

Dabi nods but doesn't comment.

"Also," I begin. Should I bring it up? I should, right? Especially with how well the evening's going. Maybe he'll trust me.

He motions for me to go on.

"There's something I actually wanted to talk to you about.." I lower my voice so no one could accidentally hear anything.

Dabi takes a sip from his coke. "You keeping things from me?"

"It's not that, I just," I sigh. "I don't know if it's my place." He looks up at me, but I notice a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

"I just-" I start to get nervous.

"Talk."

"Dabi, I'm talking to you as a friend right now. Not an employee. But I'm worried about you."

Confusion floods his face yet again. "Me? Why would you?"

Is he being serious?

"You know," I look down to his hands, as if that should explain everything. He follows my gaze. Cautiously, I touch them. When he doesn't flinch, I hold them more confidently. "The blood, Dabi. The times you behave...differently."

I don't know how to describe it to him. I don't even know if he's aware of himself when he arrives angry or irritated. Not that I know much about it either, of course. He always appears with a scowl and disregards everyone but the person or two that disappear with him into his office.

And he doesn't come out.

"That's nothing." Dabi replies. But his voice is colder than before. "Don't worry."

It sounds more like a command than an assurance.

"You promise there's nothing for me to worry about?"

There's the slightest bit of hesitation.

But his resolve immediately turns to steel.

"We agreed." He says instead. "Rina, this has nothing to do with you."

I suppose I should be thankful. He could have said it in a worse way.

"I know," I let go of his hands. I swallow, taking small bites from my plate to ease the sudden tension in the air. "I'm sorry sir. It's none of my business. I just wanted to be sure you were okay."

"I'm okay." His face is unreadable. "Not exactly someone you should be worrying about, Rina."

I don't know what he means by that. Does he mean it's not my place? Is it because I work for him now?

I shake the thoughts out of my head. It's not like he would have told me if I wasn't his secretary.

Maybe he means it really isn't anything to worry about.

But the amount of scenarios I can think up to explain the blood...

"Yes sir."

I hear the clink of glass as Dabi starts eating again. "You regret treating me tonight yet?"

"No sir," I give him a soft smile. "That's not related to this at all."

He smiles too.

But I regret the wall I suddenly put between us.

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"Thank you for the excellent service," I wave at the waitress. She seems baffled. "No, thank you for the tip, I don't even know what to say! Please come again!"

I feel warm as I leave the restaurant.

It may have been a big tip, but knowing it made her day makes me smile.

After all, the opportunity to work at the Blaze came unexpectedly. Least I could do is pass on some of my happiness to others.

"That was a lot," Dabi comments, watching the waitress' reaction through the glass. She was talking to some of the other employees and pointed our way, a huge smile on her face. "Even for a Michelin restaurant."

"Yeah but look at her," I smile. "She looks so happy."

Dabi shrugs and keeps walking.

I walk beside him, unsure of what to say. He's been much more quiet since I brought up the blood. The thought of him possibly treating me the way he treats the other workers fills my gut with more worry. Dabi's treated me so well till now because of our prior connection. And all he asked of me in response was to give him space and keep my lips sealed.

He's probably thinking about how he couldn't even trust me with that.

But before I can ask, I hear someone shout, "Rina!"

Dabi and I stop.

I turn around just in time to see a familiar someone throw their arms around me.

"Aliyah!" My eyes widen.

We've barely seen each other since I left NNTV. Occasionally, we'll get to have breakfast together before work. But she spends so much time in the NNTV studio, and I've increasingly been staying late at the Blaze, so even that was becoming a rarity.

"What are you doing here!" I ask her incredulously.

"We had a company dinner!" She exclaims. "You want to come say hi? Everyone will be so happy to see you!"

But I get a bad feeling in my stomach.

And as I look behind her, I find Mr. Lane watching me with narrowed eyes.

Uh oh.

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The Walten Files Theories:

I rewatched the series and I have some new theories and my guess on the timeline. If anyone saw my previous theories about Jack being in Boozoo. I take that back. I struggle to see faces and I got Charles and Jack confused. Anyway with theories from my brother I think I understand the Walten files a lot better now. But of course these are just theories or guesses to the story. I went all out and spoke on all my theories because I think that's what your supposed to do. Since the story of bons burgers isn't told in a traditional sense. My brother also helped me generate ideas so I want to give him some credit too, enjoy!

Firstly I want to cover two big mysterious. Jack and Charles. Their fates are really left to mystery. But I think we get enough clues that the peices can be put together.

Charles is the most unknown important figure in the entire series. We know what he looks like and who he was stuffed into but otherwise we don't get much else. I have a few theories on him. With the casting of Boozoos ghost and the fact that everyone Felix killed was an employee, I think Charles was an important or high ranking employee under the founders. My guess would be that either he made the animatronics, he was the person who handled the buisness side of things, or he was the highest ranking and most loyal Tech support. I think he may have been close to the founders. So close they set up opening day to be on Lily's birthday (I assume Lily was close to Charles, a daughter or a neice) I picked up on this when Linda called Lily by name in her letter. If it was someone she didn't know she would've said "opening day" or just "a birthday party" she had probably met Charles and Lily at least once to know this info. And at this time the company wasn't off the ground yet. So with that established I think Charles was killed for one of two reasons (or a mix of both) A. Jack set it up so that if something happened to him Charles got his part of the company and become a founder or B. Charles was the one who told the authorities about what happened at Bons burgers. If you remember in Rosemary's section there is a shadow that follows behind then slowly and walks in as shes stuffed. That couldve been charles. He may have picked up that Felix acted strange around his female employees (I always thought it was odd aside from Jack and Brian the majority of the deaths were woman) plus the "nows shes beautiful bit" which may have gotten Charles to keep on eye on the other employees and watch over them. But that eventually got him killed. Both theories are things Felix wouldn't have wanted to happen. When Jack is dead he acts as if he barely existed and even capitalizes off his disappearance. I think Felix while caring for the Waltens also had a big ego. Thinking he was above everyone and obsessive about his image. Which probably lead to all the deaths but especially Charles.

That leads me into my next theory. No one is in Bon. Bon is the face of the company. I think Felix's ego is to big for him to ruin the animatromic that is the company's brand. I think all the murders that happened when Bons burgers was open were entirely Felix. Even though we're seeing the bon animatronic. If you notice in Rosemary's part, bon had human hands. Separate from the suit

See? The suit is covering someone human. At this point Felix couldve been wearing the suit. But later it was probably impossible for Ashley and Brian to be killed by Felix. Which Leads me to my next part.

We can tell by Ed and Molly possessing their rabbit that the bodies don't have to be inside the animatronic for them to be possesed. While Felix obviously didn't die he still could've possesed Bon in some way. Like a poltergeist situation, where his guilt was so extreme. Plus his heightened emotions when he killed wearing the bon suit. It left Bon possesed by his energy. I think this makes sense as Bon is clearly hunting for Sophie. However he doesn't know what she looks like and is just randomly attacking employees that have the same uniform. So it doesn't make sense that Jack or Felix are actually in the suit.

I actually think that after Bons shut down the bodies were removed from the animatronics. All the animatronics have the same large holes in their chests. Which don't look like regular wear and tear. This is probably also why they could be reopened and reused as the biohazard was removed before they were stored.

Billy is dirty but doesn't have any holes, as he wasn't stuffed with a body until after he was put into the storage facility. Bon probably had blood on him from Felix and had to be cracked open, Sha was also opened. If your curious as to why Police didn't just take off the top layer and expose the exoskeleton. The inside of the animatronics probably had evidence that they took in. Like hair, blood, nails, or if you think some were stuffed alive (like Susan), scratch marks.

Now after those linked thearies let's go back to Jack. A lot of people wonder why Show bear wasn't apart of the show stoppers. But with the estimated timeline were shown. Jack was probably murdered first after Ed and Molly died. I theorize that A. Jack is in showbear and B. Showbear was in the showstoppers but Felix became paranoid or because it was his first kill while drunk he wasn't able to hide the body properly so he dumped the whole animatronic in a well. Probably just off the Bons burgers property.

With all those theories laid out im gonna give my estimated and theorized timeline

Jack and Felix co-founder a restaurant and name it Bons Burgers. They start to hire employees before it opens and set up the opening date to be on Lily's birthday. Which is Charles Neice or Daughter. Charles was close to the Waltens and Krankens and probably did behind the scenes work on the buisness or was a loyal friend they hired as an employee. Before opening day Felix is asked to take Ed and Molly to a school dance and drop them off at home. He takes them to the dance and drinks while he's there. He then starts to drive them home. Combined with his drunk driving and the loose laws on seatbelts in the 70s; Ed and Molly are killed in a car crash. Where Felix survives. Felix buries Ed and Molly, who go on to posses their stuffed rabbit even though their still buried. Jack kept calling Felix more and more panicked. Felix probably lied and said he took them to bons burgers and lost track of time. That he felt dizzy and needed Jack to come pick them all up. When Jack got there Felix probably attacked him and thought he killed him and roughly stuffed him in showbear. But because of his drunken state he couldn't quite do it right. So instead he dragged showbear to a nearby well and threw the animatronic inside. Jack was probably alive still. In his later messages he begs for help, stating that he can't breath. Rosemary or Felix reports all three of them missing. Opening day comes around, it seems it went smoothly but for some reason Susan is killed and stuffed inside Banny. Probably alive, per the "the rabbit is starving" section. Bons burgers continues operating until Felix tricks Rosemary into the back rooms. Wearing the Bon suit. He dismembers her alive and stuffs her in Sha. Charles walks in or he's already gone to the police so he's also killed and stuffed in Boozoo. Along with presumably Susan screaming at night still alive and begging for help. Bons burgers is closed for good. Felix still wants to kill Sophie to ensure that he is never caught but he never manages to do so. The animatronics are inspected and all bodies are removed. Everything is moved to the storage facility as the case is investigated. The case probably went cold, or at least the bodies weren't buried yet as Felix was never found out. With all of them having unfinished buinsess they still continue to haunt Bons burgers. Most of the showstoppers don't seem to reanimate. Instead finding their way into employee tapes, cartons, and the arcade games like bunny farm. Bon possesed by Felix's negative energy from his murders, attempts to hunt down Sophie. Eventually after the case is either dropped or goes cold. Attempts are made to reopen Bons burgers as the characters are still successful. The relocate project start up and the three employees are sent to try and fix the animatronics. Ashley goes into the backroom and is killed by Bon and stuffed in Billy. This shuts down the relocate project for a while. Brian is hired to try and fix the animatronics again. But is stopped by Bon and is hunted down and mauled left to die. Until eventually it appears the project is successful as Sophie and Jenny seem to be new employees handling the machines in a different setting. While playing Bunnyfarm Sophie starts to, and eventually remembers her family.

Stepping back from the lore and story in their universe. I feel like there is another angle you could see the story in. I also think the Walten Files could be being told from Sophie's perspective, possibly in thearpy. These seemingly meaningless tapes suddenly Jolt memories and flashbacks. Which would also explain the random music, dates, distorted pictures, and disjointed conversations. Honestly some parts in the Walten Files remind me of my own memories and flashbacks as a person with memory problems like Sophie. However there isn't much evidence for that. But it is still possible. From that Angle the sequence of events still play out the same but instead of the tapes being haunted its Sophie's having flashbacks as she remembers bits and peices.

That's all I have! Sorry it ended up being such a long post, I hope it makes sense. Have a good day, thank you for reading!