#gotta make that cash money yknow??

[juiceedapplee]

Con-Artists and You: How to Get Scammed

Sampo x gn!reader

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—Sampo has scammed and lied way too often to not be considered a con-artist. Being a con-artist has its ups and downs of course, you get money and meet people but you also risk getting your ass kicked. Thank god you’re around though, what would our dear old Sampo do without you?

Here you stand, wondering what went wrong and why you no longer have any credits or shields in your wallet.

Did you get robbed? Mugged? No, the only time you went out before right now was to get your mail and take a short walk around and you were pretty sure no one ran off with your purse.

Okay, then did you lose it? Of course not, losing money isn’t that easy when you leave your wallet in the same place everyday and keep track of your finances. So then you must have been scammed or bought something no?

Dammit. You recall meeting Sampo earlier, thinking you’d take a stroll since the weather was nice. Well how did he scam you? Last time I checked you were pretty good at detecting scams. Hey! It isn’t your fault that whenever Sampo shows up you can’t help but lose yourself in his eyes. It’s his for having those genes. And the way he laughs and talks with his hands, trying to get you to help him with something. “You’ll help me right?” Sampo asks you, a sort of desperation in his voice. And you, who have not really paying attention just nod and go “Mhm! I’d love to” “Wonderful! I’ll text you when I need ya! Welp, I gotta be off I have veery important business to attend to.” Sampo says as he waves good bye and walks off.

But if that’s not how you lost your money then how? Well, after Sampo sent you a text, you went out to meet him. And there he was, holding a few bags standing around, waiting for you to show up. “Ah! There you are, I was wondering if you could a-bla-blah-blah” Yep. You decided to tune him out in favor of staring at his lips move, occasionally nodding your head and saying “Yeah.” “Mhm.” “Totally.”

“Then I’ll be sure to treat you dinner to repay you, my dear friend.” Oh, is it a date? No. “Wow, I can’t believe we’re going on a date.” Is what you think in your head, muting that part of yourself that says that no, it isn’t a date and he literally just called you friend. “Alright then if you could just hand me the money than that would be great!”

What? Money? When did he? Oh. It must of been when you were tuning him out. Oopsies! What can you do other than give it to him now, plus, he’s gonna take you out to dinner! You pull out your wallet and hand it to him, telling him to “Just take what you need! I get paid soon anyway.” That’s a lie. “Wow, you really are so nice. Yknow, I like to think im just a hard working guy, someone who just wants to live his life but keeps getting roped into other people’s problems. Oh woe is me.” He says as he takes every bit of cash out your wallet. “Well I’ll see you around friend! I’ll text ya when I can take you out for dinner!”

Ah. So that’s how that happened. 😐

Well, in your defense, I guess you were so unfocused that you couldn’t have been able to know what would’ve happened, if only he wasn’t so pretty, and if only you weren’t so in love with him.

So here you are, standing outside, no money in your wallet and a craving for stone grilled olm. Well, at least Sampo will take you out to dinner, eventually.

This drink contains

A small cash grab: $5.00

A bomb shaped ice cube: ¢.25

A dash of delusion: $1.50

Total: $6.75

I decided to spontaneously start a new fic and it was gonna be “how to not get scammed” with reader kicking his ass but I decided against it, I also didn’t go in that direction anyway. But I thought why not make a fic about the man who inspired my theme (and my bbg)

[unpleasant-angel]

Hey unpleasant,, it’s. It’s 1am for me and I’m not doing,, great

Can I have a. Hug or something,, something sweet,, I know that’s. Hard for you since you’re a trickster but,, please just this once,,?

Not feelin too positive,, 💔

oh um

(The gradient pulls you into a hug. It isn't the best at offering comfort in a hug but you can tell this time it isn't purposely making it as disappointing as possible.)

full honest here, it's not always good to stay positive. i mean this like it's not gucci gang skibidi cash money to force yourself to be positive. sometimes you just gotta cry it out and there's no shame in that, really

it's aight to accept that you're feeling bad. it's aight to feel bad in general, just dont dwell on it like obsess over it or something nope

aaaand i hope you can soon feel like the usual sigma you are again

you can make it through whatever it is, but also remember to take breaks when you need it yknow even the strongest warrior needs rest something like that

... hope i wasn't annoying with the unsolicited advice.

i will be here for you when you need it.

[eggs-can-draw]

So you have narrowed it down to suspects, however which of the two do you think is more likely?

And is there anyone else you think 'oh, maybe it was them' or are they your only suspects currently?

Kinda wanna make a spreadsheet of characters and trials and just check off if you sus them then compare later on to the actual killers (once you find out) XD

Don't worry, the spreadsheet will be spoiler free

I kinda feel like Kaede is more likely but also shes the fucking protagonist wtf do we do if she dies yknow???? Who's ahoge am I gonna have to use as a periscope to solve the trials. wait. NO SAVING THAT FOR THE TRIAL. Tsumugi is a maybe but I also think she's just suspicious in general??? Not very trustworthy at all she got mad at Rantaro during the nail painting scene not very cash money of her. Can't consider yourself plain or dress kinda plain and get away with it in this franchise always gotta be something wrong with you (Last "Normie guy" got a lobotomy sooooo) Shuichi would be WAY TOO OBVIOUS he may not be very confident in his abilities but for an Ult. Detective you'd think he would at least TRY to cover his tracks. He still doesnt have a very good alibi tho so I'm still gonna keep my eyes on him (or at least my good eye lol)

[strawberry-gigglepup]

Yknow sometimes i sit and wonder where I gotta go sit and sulk to get sat down next to by some mob boss or crime lord who will offer me a smoke and to listen to me talk about how rough my life has been and then pat my shoulder and offer me a job making big bucks by doing crimes and stuff.

Like, I don't wanna outright start by being paid to kill people and stuff but like I think it'd be pretty awesome to get paid suitcases full of money to like drive people to crimes and stuff and the longer I do it the more intense the crimes become. Like where do I gotta go sit moodily to get soem crime guy to offe rme a butt ton of cash to drive him to crimes and then get pushed furtber and further down the spiraling abyss of criminal behavior and have my morals tested in more and more intense ways to see just how far I'll go? Lemme know what bus stop or dive bar i gotta go brood at to have the crime guys show up and offer me a couple grand no questions asked to drive them somewhere late at night and then drive them back somewhere and have it all start out all shady loke where one of the crime guys is sketched out about having some rando be their getaway driver and then after a few jobs we get chased by the cops and the crime guys hand me a gun and yell at me to shoot back at the cops, and after a few more jobs they have me come in to help with one of the crimes and now im stuck in a mor dilemma where I gotta do crimes and stuff to other people or I'll get shot and then after more jobs I get brought to some abandoned warehouse or concrete basement and told to shoot one of the crime guys who ratted us out to the cops and have that be the ultimate moral dilemma.

[ranposama]

How can I see the raws? The link is perfectly fine and my web translated the japanese page into english but I can't find chapter six and seven. Please help!

Unfortunately, due to the publication of Gaiden’s manga, chapters beyond what is released in manga form has been taken down. From here on out, I’d assume that we’ll be buying the manga and scanning the pages when the next volume is released. As of right now, I haven’t heard anything about Gaiden being released in a magazine either but I’m keeping an eye out!!

-- Silver

[nako-doodles]

It really irks me how the kpop community/commentary spaces have created such a hostile environment when it comes to bts and im not talking about the complains they have about the fandom just about bts and how their hate is hidden behind humour and big vocabulary (if someone sounds intelligent they automatically think they have an extensive knowledge on music production) the way they use the same old takes to defend their opinions while praising other groups for the same thing. It’s not so much about them not liking bts but it’s the way they criticise them in the ugliest way possible

to be fair...criticism (fair or not) for bts has been there since literally its nativity. theres a reason why we have so many rapline songs (cyphers, intros, outros etc.) and so many releases condemning and stepping on their haters.

[maximumjinx]

Steven Universe Gravity Falls AU

~Yknow what they say, if you run out of content, ya gotta make it yourself. This is a ? shot (I might continue or not who knows not me) please don’t ask for more I have 18 unfinished fanfics on this site.~

California was nice, Steven had to admit. The people were nice, the food was fantastic, and the weather was splendid. It reminded him a lot of Beach City. Though there were just so many people, and traveling north, Steven was beginning to long for something small and simple again.

Oregon was the perfect place for that, right?

“Ronaldo wants pictures of Bigfoot, and if anyone can find him, its you Steven.” Petey’s voice was faint on Steven’s phone speaker, tossed into the passenger seat as Steven blindly picked a highway exit.

“Sure Petey, but couldn’t Ronaldo just go to a circus?”

“Not big feet Steven,” Petey emphasized, “Bigfoot.”

“Saying it twice isn’t helping buddy.” Steven was half paying attention. He was focusing on the winding roads and the looming trees surrounding him. Deep, in the pit of Steven’s stomach, he felt something start to tug him toward one direction farther away from the highway. He wasn’t quite sure if it was a good or bad feeling yet.

“Forget it, I’m going to take a blurry photo of that mean Gem in the woods and say its Bigfoot.”

“Just don’t let Jasper catch you, she’s no joke when she’s angry.”

“I saw her ripping grass out of the ground I think I’ll be fine. Later dude.”

Steven heard a small click and smiled to himself. He’s happy to see how far the people of Beach City have come and how they’ve taken to the gems. He remembers when the Crystal Gems were once the outcasts of town that locals warned you to stay away from.

He looked up to see a welcome sign.

“Gravity falls. Well, that’s a funny name.”

—

Steven wanted small and simple but he feels he may have overshot it.

This small town had exactly three attractions. A town museum that mentioned marrying woodpeckers (Steven couldn’t figure out if that was a normal human thing, like taxes and velcro), a small diner, and as one local described it ‘some tourist trap’ deep in the woods. It was a sticky summer day and the former two attractions didn’t have airconditioning. Steven gambled on the last stop in hopes of stretching his legs and maybe finding a source to the strange feeling in his gut. It had become much stronger since he entered this small town. Alluring, but nothing related to Gems as far as Steven could tell.

He parked in the nearly empty lot and stepped out. Jacket wrapped loosely around his hips, Steven made his way inside.

A girl that looked about 13 was petting a pig on the front porch. She was incredibly reflective, and depsite the heat wore a knitted bedazzled sweater that made her glow like a disco ball in the sun.

She looked Steven up and down as he approached, a wide smile taking up her face and Steven saw bright braces with colored bands.

“Hi!” She launched upwards, startling the pig away, “I’m Mabel, but you can call me anytime.” The girl winked and stuck out her hand, palm facing the floor.

Steven blinked.

“Mabel, stop scaring away the customers!” A gruff voice yelled through the screen door, and soon an older man stepped out in a suit, wearing a fez and eyepatch.

Immediately the old man squinted at Steven, sizing him up.

Stanley Pines knew this teen wasn’t local, but he wasn’t sure if he had any money. For all he knew he was another boy trying to hit on his giftshop cashier, Wendy.

Oh well, a customer is a customer.

“Come in, come in, and see our mystical and magical wonders!”

“Magical?” This could be it, Steven could figure out why this town has felt off. Maybe it was gem related after all.

Quickly this older man who had introduced himself as Mr. Mystery gave Steven a tour of what looked like failed taxidermy projects. Now Steven may have a lived a sheltered childhood, but he felt pretty confident there was no such thing as a Sashcrotch. And so far, nothing had felt magical or mysterious.

“That concludes our tour! Here is our mistifying giftshop and it’s purchasable wonders!”

“Right...” Well, at the very least he was able to spend some time in airconditioning.

There was a girl behind the desk in plaid that looked about Steven’s age, and just a half inch shorter than him. She looked bored, flipping through a magazine as a young boy that looked a lot like Mabel made googly eyes as he swept by the door.

Steven guessed there was no harm in asking around.

“Hi, I’m Steven.” He smiled easily, walking up to the register.

“No refunds, even if an exhibit bit you.” She sighed, peeking up before turning back to her magazine.

“Oh no, nothing bit me, I just wanted to know something.”

She looked up to get a better look at Steven and gave a small smirk.

“Sure, but only because I like your shirt. Mr. Universe merch, now that’s a deep cut.”

Unbeknownst to Steven, Dipper Pines would had been watching the exchange felt a twinge of uneasiness as this out of towner talked with Wendy.

“Have you ever seen anything strange or weird actually happen in this town?”

Wendy’s smile dropped.

“Why do you ask?” Her eyes flickered to Dipper, just for a moment, and that was all he needed to rush over.

“Excuse me sir, please buy something or exit the store.” Dipper spoke in the deepest voice he could muster.

Steven looked over with a questioning expression.

“Oh sure uh-“ He blindly reached for the wad of bills that his dad had given to him before he left. Steven pulled out a hundred dollar bill and put it on the counter. Wendy looked up baffled as Steven stuffed the other cash back in his wallet.

“Boy was I wrong about you kid!” Mr. Mystery, seemingly materializing out of nowhere, now bounded over. He had loosened his tie and lost the eyepatch which turned out he never needed.

“Whaddya wanna know? I’ll tell you everything. There’s gnomes in the woods you know-“

“Grunkle Stan!” Dipper protested loudly, dragging his Stan away and harshly whispering at him.

“Did you steal that money?” Wendy asked as Steven watched the pair whisper fight in the corner. He turned back to the girl and gave a sheepish smile.

“Uh no, my dad gave it to me before this roadtrip. He’s actually Mr. Universe.”

Wendy lit up.

“No freaking way! Your dad is Mr. Universe? I only got into him since he managed Sadie Killer and the Suspects and they always perform covers of his songs on tour, I can’t believe he’s your dad!” She rambled, stars in her eyes. Steven beamed, he loved when people praised his dad’s music. Greg really deserved it.

Steven learned Wendy’s name and they swapped stories back and forth, only interrupted as the girl from outside slowly rose from the behind the counter beaming.

“A cute musician that loves weird stuff, take me now.” She swooned. Steven blushed profusely, not used to the attention.

“Sorry, my girlfriend Connie probably wouldn’t like that very much.” He said gently. Mabel looked him up and down and pouted.

“I can wait, but not forever.” She warned, and winked, bounding to break apart her grunkle and Dipper, who are now whisper screaming with arms flailing.

“I wasn’t going to mention that Dorito shaped jerk! Just the normal stuff!”

“It’s dangerous! He could be a spy, or government, or another stack of gnomes!”

Steven raised an eyebrow and looked at Wendy. She chuckled and shrugged. Steven carefully approached them.

“He can hear everything you’re saying anyways so might as well tell him!” Mabel interrupted, nodding towards Steven as he came up.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’m definitely not government.” Steven technically didn’t exist at all. He never had a social security card and didn’t have a birth certificate.

Dipper only glared. Rich strangers with an interest in the paranormal didn’t come through gravity falls without some kind of agenda.

Steven hated the conflict he was starting. No information was worth this family fighting.

“Okay,” he surrendered, hands up, “I’ll just go. I’ll stick around town until tomorrow if you change your minds”

“Wait Steven-”

“Let him go Wendy,” Dipper glared as the boy in pink walked out, “We can’t trust him.”

“But I was going to ask for Sadie tickets...” Wendy groaned, defeated.

“There’s something weird about him.”

“Great!” Mabel beamed, “He’ll fit right in.”

~.~

Steven wasn’t crazy about sleeping in his car, but was seriously considering it after seeing the state of his motel room. It looked like it hadn’t been used in decades, a thin line of dust covering every surface. He was also pretty sure they didn’t even have free ice. 

“Wish Pearl were here..” He mumbled, exhausted. He curled up on top of the covers, fully clothed, and let sleep take him.

Being Steven Universe however, meant rest was sure to allude the half alien. 

Steven found himself in a dark space, fog all around him. Before a word could come out of his mouth he heard a fast, repetitive muttering. 

“Stranger...Wendy looked pretty today..Can’t trust...Tell no one...Ford isn’t here..”

“What, the-” Steven quietly walked toward the source of dialogue, and saw the faded silhouette of the boy from the Mystery Shack. His back was turned to him, but Steven recognized the blue vest and mosquito bitten legs. 

“I thought I was over the dream hopping.” Steven spoke a tad too loudly, starting the young boy - Dipper.

“What-” Dipper’s eyes grew wide in panic, and the boy fell back harshly.

“No, no, you can’t be in my head!” 

“Wait, I’m not-” Steven tried to reassure him, stepping carefully towards the boy but Dipper let out a screech of terror, sweat gathering around his temples.

“Bill sent you didn’t he?! He’s not really gone- he’s going to hurt Mable again-” Dipper began to hyperventilate. 

“Dipper please,” Steven took a step back, arms in the air in surrender. 

“I-”

“I’m not going to hurt you I swear on the gems.” He placed a hand over his heart. “This is a total invasion of privacy but it’s something that happens when someone’s emotions are out of control-”

“How are you here?” Dipper demanded, scrambling to his feet. “Tell me what you are and what you want.”

“I’m just passing through!” Steven insisted, then lowered his tone to calm the younger boy. “I’m kinda of magnet for weird stuff. I just wanted to help in case anything was going on.”

“We deal with things just fine around here.” Dipper spat, then watched as Steven deflated. He seemed tired, like he hasn't slept well in a while. 

“So what are you anyways? How can you be here?”

Steven winced, and laughed nervously. “It’s kind of a long story..”

Dipper raised and eyebrow and swept his arm around the void dramatically. 

“You have until dawn.”

~

“I thought that was a conspiracy theory, it wasn’t even covered by major news outlets.” Dipper look exhausted, cross legged on the unseen floor as he ran his hands through his hair. 

“I think Garnet is pretty persuasive when it comes to government and reporters. They all kinda fall in love with her.”

“She’s the one that’s really two aliens?” 

Steven shook his head with a small smile. “It’s hard to explain but yes, I guess that comes close.”

“That’s actually insane. I’m insane, aren’t I?” Dipper stood up, leaving Steven on sitting next to an empty space. “It’s been too quiet around here and now I’m so desperate for weird, that I’m making it all up in my head.”

“I get that feeling.” Steven smiled without humor, “but no, this is real. I’ll prove it when you wake up.” Steven felt a shift, the fog in the void getting denser. 

“Sooner than I thought, you’re an early riser huh?”

Dipper looked back at Steven, panicked. “You’ll come to the Shack again right? In just a bit?”

Steven smiled. “Promise.”

~

Dipper woke up to his sister braiding his hair. Mabel still had her pjs on, and a make up kit next to the bed. Dipper frowned, tasting strawberry shortcake. 

“Stop testing party looks on me, Mabel.”

“Stop having my face structure and maybe I will.” She grinned, covered in blue glitter. 

Dipper quickly washed up and got dressed for the day, feeling like he was anxiously waiting for something but not quite remembering what. 

He felt like he had a strange dream last night...

He quickly remembered, choking on cereal as Steven walked into the shack right as it opened. Hair slightly frizzy from the heat and eyes strangely tired. Maybe dream hopping took energy that he anticipated. 

“Steven!”

“Meal ticket!” 

“Grunkle Stan.” Mabel chastised as Dipper rushed over to the older boy. 

“Good morning everyone.” 

Dipper stopped short, slightly hoping that everything he experienced wasn’t just his imagination. That everything exciting and weird and interesting wasn’t always trying to kill him, ruin his life, or steal his candy. 

Steven looked tired, like he had been doing this much longer than Dipper, but he had still come out with enough energy to smile. 

“Not insane?” Dipper asked hopefully, quietly. Steven snapped his attention from his Grunkle and Mable bickering down to the Dipper. He gave a reassuring smile, eyes quite serious. 

“Not insane.”

[faofinn]

BTHB - Wiping the Other's Tears Away

Fao couldn't help himself, he pulled Harrison in for a hug, crushing him against his chest. “Oh, Tomcat, nothing is ever over.”

He stiffened. "It is."

“No. Come on, you of all people know things can and will get better. Look at where we came from, look at the family we have now.”

Harrison's body trembled as he sobbed, gripping Fao tighter. "They're gone."

“No, they're not. Not at all. They're so worried about you, Hars. Sheila is beside herself. I'd barely even gotten off the plane before she was all over me, asking me if you'd reached out, desperate to know if you were safe.”

"You're lying." He managed, though barely believed it himself. "They hate me."

“No, I don't lie.”

"They hate me." He repeated through sobs.

“No, they don't. Sheila will be so relieved you're safe. That you're alive.”

He shook his head, gripping onto Fao. "No."

“Yeah. We thought you were dead.”

He sniffed, trying to catch his breath. "I wish I was."

“I know, I know.” Fao soothed.

Harrison took a moment, trying to get his breathing back under control. His own wolf itched to be out, unhappy at the uncomfortable situation. "I'm glad you're safe."

Fao hummed. “I'm absolutely fine. Is that what all this is about, eh?”

He swallowed thickly. He wasn't going to admit that, he wouldn't ever admit that.

Harrison’s silence told Fao all he needed to know. “Oh, Tomcat.” He breathed.

His sobs grew harder and he buried his face in Fao's neck. He had no reason to be so nice to him. He'd hurt his brother, ruined the family. Fao should have hated him, not pulled him in for a hug, nor tried to help him.

Fao rubbed his back. “Hey, hey. It's alright, come on now. It'll all be okay. You're okay. I've got you.”

Harrison pulled away, stumbling back to sit on the bed. He reached for Fao though, an olive branch, the best part of an apology he'd give.

Fao sat with him, wrapped his arm around him as he reached up to wipe Harrison’s tears with his thumb. “There we go, you're alright.”

He didn’t pull away. "How long are you staying?"

“As long as you need.”

"That's not what I meant."

“How long am I in the country?”

He nodded; he couldn't bring himself to ask properly.

“I've got nothing on the horizon. So, a fair while. Six months, at least.”

"Six.." It wasn't enough.

“Easily longer. I have to sign up, so… I can take a break. Still gotta train, but…”

"Don't stop for me."

“It's not stopping. I need a rest period anyway.”

"That's just saying it a different way."

“Sure, either way. I'm back now.”

"You'll be gone soon enough."

“It's my job, Hars. But I'll be in the clinic and the hospital now, for a while. It's only the reserves, it's not forever.”

"Until you get hurt."

“I'm not going to get hurt.”

He rolled his eyes. “You can’t promise that.”

“I know. But I’m careful.”

“I know.”

“And I’ll have the best people looking after me if I do get hurt.”

"That's not what I mean." He snapped, tears falling harder.

“What do you mean? Explain it so I can help?”

"Just don't go."

“It’s not quite that simple, Hars.”

“Please.” He turned to face him properly. “Please don’t go.”

“I still have to train, but I’ll take a break.”

“Just please don’t go back.”

“I’ll take some time.”

“Please.”

“You could always call me, yknow?”

“My phone’s fucked.”

“If you were back with Sheila.”

He stiffened. “I’m not going back.”

“Come on, they want you back.”

“I’m not going.”

“Okay. You're gonna walk away from the pack?”

"It's already over."

“Except I've told you it's not.”

“You weren’t there!”

“I know. But I came home to it, I spoke to Sheila.”

“And you could just be lying to me.”

“Call her yourself.”

"Fine." He gritted his teeth.

“You're family.”

“I was.”

“There's no was about family.” Fao said, and pulled away to plug his phone in.

"There is. That's why we're with Sheila. Why I was with Sheila."

“The people who raised us aren't family. The pack is family, Sheila is family. Family's more than just blood.”

“I guess.” He frowned. “But they don’t want me in their pack.”

“They do, Harrison. Of course they do.”

“I hurt Finn.” He whispered.

“Yeah, you made a mistake. But Finn’s okay, and everyone knows it wasn’t you.”

“But it was. I did it.”

“But you weren’t yourself. Scraps happen, we all make mistakes.”

"My whole life is a mistake."

“That’s not true.”

“It is.” He said quietly. “My parents were right.”

“No, Harrison. They weren’t. You’re so much more than them.”

He shook his head. “I hurt Finn.”

“You made a mistake. Just apologise to Finn and move on, he’s okay.”

"How badly did I hurt him?" He barely dared to ask.

“He had to go to the hospital, Steve wanted to be cautious, but he was okay. Broken ribs and a broken bone in his arm. Nothing too dramatic.”

Harrison made a quiet, pained noise. "I fucked it up. I fucked it all up."

“No, you didn’t.”

"I did, I really did."

“He healed just fine.”

"Physically."

“He was upset, but just worried about you.”

Harrison shook his head. He didn't want to talk about it anymore, it just hurt too much.

“I know. It's alright.”

It wasn't alright. He didn't see how it could ever be alright.

“We'll go home, you can apologise to everyone there. And then it'll be okay.”

He leaned into Fao and nodded. He didn't have the energy to refuse, and as much as he tried to deny it, he missed the pack.

“I’ve got you.”

"I'm sorry."

“It's okay.”

"I really am."

“I know you are, I know.”

He was quiet again, his breathing slowly growing more steady. "Do they know?"

“That you're here?”

He shook his head. "That 'm sorry."

“I’m sure they do, but you’d do best telling them yourself.”

His breath hitched. "What if they don't listen?"

“You know they always listen.”

"But what if they don't?"

“It’s Sheila. She’d help you hide a body if you needed to.”

"She doesn't control the pack."

“Of course she does.”

"She doesn't control everyone."

“She’s Sheila.”

"She'd rip me apart."

“It’s fine, Hars. We’ll go back together and you can see the pack.”

He laughed humorlessly. "You'll protect me?"

“Yeah. Don't you know I'm a big tough soldier now?”

Harrison let out a proper laugh. "Tough, maybe."

“Rude.”

He reached for Fao's hand, gripping it tight. "I'm sorry."

“Let's stay here tonight, yeah? And we'll see what we're gonna do in the morning.”

"Okay."

“Get some food. When was the last time you ate?”

He shrugged. "Not too long ago."

“Long enough.”

"It's useful being wolf."

“Mm. Can I grab a shower and then we can get some food?”

“Sure.”

Fao nodded and pulled away to shower. It was nice, after a long while searching for Harrison as a wolf. He was quick, worried Harrison would leave or pull something stupid. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust him, he just knew him too well.

Despite himself, he’d fallen asleep, curled around his backpack. The bed was comfier than he’d expected and had drifted off almost as soon as Fao had got in the shower. His hair was still wet, still dripping down his back, but he was warm and content.

When Fao got out, he was surprised to see Harrison curled up asleep on the bed. With a shake of his head, he quietly got dressed. Poor Hars must be absolutely exhausted, he didn’t blame him for falling asleep.

Harrison stirred as Fao dressed, rubbing his eyes. “Did you shower?”

“Yeah, I did. You have a nice nap?”

"Wasn't even asleep."

“Yeah, okay. Wanna grab some food?”

"Yeah." He frowned. "I've not got any more cash."

“You can pay me back when you get some next.”

"Nowhere's hiring right now."

“I can wait.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. You want me to keep an eye out for you?”

“I’ve looked everywhere. Nobody wants a wolf.”

“I’ll see if I can find somewhere. But don’t worry about the money. You can pay me back whenever.”

“Thanks.” He muttered quietly.

“I’d say don’t bother paying me back at all, but I know you’ll refuse.”

“Of course I’d refuse.”

“So it can be an open IOU. Hell, just buy me dinner next time you can.”

“Alright. I can do that.”

“Good. I'm hungry, and I bet you are too. Let's eat.”

“I don’t need much.”

“You can have as much as you want. I sure am.”

“It’s okay. A meal deal or something will be more than enough.”

“No, come on, we’re getting a good, hot meal.”

“It’s okay.” Harrison protested.

“Well, I want hot food, so…”

"Fine."

“Might as well.”

"I guess."

Fao hummed and shoved his wallet into his pocket. “You ready to go?”

He shrugged. "Yeah."

“We won't be too long, then you can get some proper sleep.”

“I already slept.” He argued as they headed down the corridor. "And I ate earlier."

Harrison kept up his protests as they found somewhere to eat. He checked the menu several times before finally agreeing to let Fao pay for it. The restaurant smelled amazing, almost overwhelming for his wolf, and his stomach growled loudly. So much for saying he'd eaten recently.

He savoured every bite, eating as slowly as he could, his wolf screaming in protest - he didn't know when his next meal would be, he should be eating as much and as fast as he could. Fao chatted away as he ate, in between large mouthfuls of good food. When Fao got seconds, Harrison was torn. There was an ache in his stomach that had come from the week with barely anything, but his pride bristled. He was already in Fao’s debt. Fao kept persuading gently, and when he refused, ordered for him anyway. He didn't need to be wolf to read Harrison’s mind.

Dessert was another thing - Fao, of course, ordered something. After a quick glance at Harrison, he got the other wolf one too. Just a simple warm sponge, but it had to help the cold in his bones. Fao had only been wolf for a week, living rougher than he was used to, he couldn't imagine how Harrison felt.

As the evening dragged on, Harrison slowly warmed to him again. He'd missed Fao. He had been everything to him and then he'd just left. Of course Harrison knew that he'd had to go, that it was for work and he didn't have a choice. And of course, Harrison was proud of him. So, so proud. He just couldn't tell him yet.

The other customers stared at them, Harrison could feel it and he knew Fao could too. It was easy to see why; it wasn't normal to see a well dressed young man with another who was still very obviously homeless. While Fao held an air of authority, commanding attention in any room he walked in to, Harrison did the opposite. People averted their gaze or stared on in disgust, they'd walk in to him on the street, ignoring his simple questions when he'd ask for directions or the time. Even in the restaurant the stigma followed them, customers giving Harrison a wide berth as they passed, almost as if they were afraid they'd catch something.

Fao's joke about Harrison’s hair being longer than his didn't go down well, just another reminder of how far he'd fallen.

As their plates were cleared, Harrison dug about in his pockets, pulling out his old, almost a brick of a phone. It wasn't his normal phone, that one had ended up being sold before it could be stolen. It wasn't worth much, but he offered it to Fao as payment. Of course the other wolf refused, rolling his eyes and telling Harrison not to be daft. He took it from him though, checked the charger needed, and promised Harrison they'd go grab a charger so at least they'd be able to keep in touch. After a little protest, he gave in, agreeing to nip to the shop with Fao.

It wasn't far, the perks of it being a small town. Security on the door gave Harrison an odd look - he'd been caught trying to go through their bins a few times, and kicked out from their doorway more than once. With Fao by his side though, it seemed he could do anything. He gave him a grateful smile.

Fao grabbed a trolley-full of snacks and drinks, and then as a second thought, some quick meals. Harrison would be going back with him, he was certain. Hopefully.

Despite Harrison’s protests, he headed to the clothes section too - the clothes the other man wore weren’t dirty, but he could definitely do with some that weren't threadbare and holey, and that hadn't been washed in the sink of public bathrooms for months.

The longer they spent in the shop, the quieter Harrison became, only occasionally piping up with suggestions. His first aid kit was sorely lacking, his medications nearly all gone. Fao meant he wasn't going to be kicked out - and he didn't have to steal. Fao was happy to oblige; if Harrison was going to stay away, he needed to be able to take care and look after himself.

While Fao checked out, Harrison braced himself against the trolley. The lack of continuous interruptions from Fao only made him grow more and more tired, almost falling asleep standing up.

Fao was glad Harrison was finally letting him look after him. As they shopped, and Harrison grew more and more tired, Fao shot him a small smile. Braced against the trolley, he looked to be basically sleep walking. They’d gotten what they needed now, and it was getting late. Fao felt just as exhausted as Harrison looked. Resting a hand on his back, he ushered him to the tills.

They paid, shoved everything into their bags, and headed back to the hotel. They still got looks, but Fao countered them with his own, and hoped they didn’t bother Harrison too much. He’d be better in some new clothes, for sure.

Back in their room and away from the prying eyes of the general public, Fao tidied their things away, and flopped onto the bed with a sigh.

“Everything’s sorted now. Do you want to get some sleep before you pass out on me?”

“Not even tired.” He protested, running a hand through his hair.

“Sure.”

“Not a bit.” He said again, sinking onto the chair by the bed.

“Come sit on the bed?”

"I'm okay here."

“You don’t look comfy.”

“It’s better than the floor.”

“Beds exist for a reason.”

"So do chairs."

“Beds are for sleeping.”

"Fine. Shove over."

[sothischickshe]

fave good girl?

so i was tagged by the delightful @entwinedloop to answer qs bout fave gg beth boland. i gotta caveat this by saying i don’t think beth is my fave, however i’ll happily chat bout any of the ot3 all day, so let’s go!

Share a cherished headcanon / unpopular opinion about Beth

a beloved headcanon: Beth and Stan are friends!! they developed this bourbon habit together!!!!!!

What do you think motivates her? Where do you think this motivation stems from?

Challenges motivate her. Tangible, practical goals, that she can make steps towards and cross off a list. Something that can fill her entire vision (and maybe distract her from The Rest)! Whether that’s a bazillion yam cupcakes (whatever tf those are) or a 6-month crime plan or whatever. And I think Rio’s right, fear is a powwwwwwerful motivator (or incentivisor if you will) for Beth - he’s just not very perceptive about what it will motivate her to do (bc idiot).

What do you think holds her back or challenges her the most? 

what holds her back the most? reality. like... patriarchy; capitalism; legality; history. she essentially placed all her eggs with one bastard and that forms a fucking trap.

Where do you hope to see her by the time the series ends?

divorced. financially independent. still with strooonnnnggg relationships with both annie and ruby obvs, but maybe like not dragging them into her crimelord shit? in a furnished home, ottomans nailed to every surface probably. if staring into space, doing it with a smirk. LISTENING TO SOME FUCKING MUSIC SHE LOVES.

What do you think are her three greatest strengths?

her RAGE! i think it’s something she’s able to access which allows her to power through situations she otherwise might not be able to get through.

her chameleon-ness: she’s very good at imitating! we see it a lot with how she mimics rio obvs, but i also reckon that’s how she’s good at her lying scams generally. And i realllly feel like there’s a history there with her being yknow suburban mother extraordinaire, especially not necessarily having had something to model that on from her own upbringing? like she was just like i’m gonna out pta these pta bitches etc etc etc. it’s the... adaptability of someone who hasn’t had a chance to develop a strong sense of identity, maybe?

 her stoicism. it’s not something she can always employ, but she has a trick of biting down on her true and/or initial feelings when she can see a path to a prize and i think it’s really impressive.

What do you think are her 3 biggest flaws?

impatience, recklessness, tunnel vision

What are her greatest fears?

her choices having a detrimental effect on the people she loves

the mortifying ordeal of being known

failure

Who do you ship Beth with the most?

CASH MONEY

What are some things you’d like to see for your OTP?

i would like to see beth rolling around on a pile of money, cackling

since beth does not need to be one’s (single) fave to answer, i tag @mego42 @riosnecktattoo @bourbon-ontherocks @sdktrs12 and anyone else who wants to play but pls tag meeeee

[seventeen-teen-teen-trash]

Ash requested a yukhei fluff

She gets a Yukhei crack instead

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It was 3:30am when Yukhei crashed into my room as silently as he could. Which, with his long ass limbs, was impressive.

“Dude(!) Cmon, we gotta be quick(!)”

You might be wondering why I wrote (!). Well, Yukhei managed to yell as quietly as he possibly could, but the sound still sounded like thunder in the middle of the night. He dragged me out of bed as quickly as he could, throwing my jacket and shoes at me, and started to climb out of the window before I told him, still half asleep, that if he thought I was sneaking out through the window he was certifiably insane and I would kill him in his sleep.

After i told him that, he promptly brought his leg back into my room and closed the window, patting gently while smiling at me like “Look I did a good!”. It was very adorable, and if i wasn't ready to kill him, I might have awed.

Instead, I dragged my half asleep ass over to him and slapped his chest once, as if that was enough payback for waking me up. He laughed and winced, rubbing his chest slightly while leading me out of the room, taking me to the front door of our shared apartment. Which, I must add, was completely empty apart from us, so why he felt the need to sneak out, I will never know.

We left the apartment with Yukhei still trying to be sneaky, sticking to the walls as much as he could. To the guard watching the security cameras, we must’ve looked like some pair- A 6 foot tall man-child trying to hide from the cameras and me, still in my pjs with a hoodie pulled over, glaring at the man-child with hate. Truly a loving couple.

Finally, we reached the elevator, and while we waited for it, Yukhei started shoving me with his hip. By this point, I was fully awake and still filled with hate but as his hip hit my elbow, I couldn’t help but laugh at him. When I looked at him from the corner of my eye, his smile was wide and infectious, and I couldn't help but laugh at him.

The elevator ride down was uneventful, and it was just as we were getting off that I finally remembered to ask him why the hell he woke me up at 3am.

“OH! I ran out of noodles and I didn’t wanna go without you incase you wanted something and were annoyed at me for going without you and I really wanted noodles :).”

Once again, you may be wondering why I wrote down the :). Somehow, Yukhei managed to be that kind of person who could make a :) sound in real life, but if you tried to explain it, you would get nowhere. Before the :), I was ready to kick Yukhei for dragging me out of bed just for noodles but the :)... the :) got to me.

So, I followed the tall idiot to the car, where he sat patiently in the passenger side waiting for me to start the car. While he was holding the keys. While he was holding the car keys, he pulled a different set of keys out of his pocket that were made for a toddler, and then tried to hand me the toddler keys before realising the fuck up, and handed me the real keys.

I watched and judged as he slowly pocketed the toddler keys, tucking them deep into his pocket. I kept staring at him until he turned to look at me like nothing ever happened. Slowly, i turned back to the front and put the car into drive, accidentally ramming the car in front gently. Yukhei turned to stare at me with shock, pulling out the toddler keys again.

“Maybe I should drive from now on?” He whispered before bursting into laughter, clapping his giant alien hands together. I laughed along with him, slowly reversing out of the spot we were parked, making sure to not hit any more cars on the way out.

When we finally arrived at the convenience store, Yukhei ran out as soon as the car stopped, eager to get the noodles. I followed slowly, making sure to check the front of the car for any damage. I had a feeling the other car was less okay judging by the paint marks all over the front. I made a mental note to leave an apology note on the other car, but the note was quickly forgotten as soon as I walked into the store and saw Yukhei running down the cereal aisle.

“Look!! They have coco puffs!! Man I’m coco for coco puffs!!” He whispered gently to himself before running away with Reeses Puffs instead. I reluctantly followed him as he ran, apologising to the cashier as I passed. It took Yukhei about 3 minutes to find the noodle aisle, and oh boy was he in heaven. The amazement on his face was hilarious, I have never seen a boy look so happy to see noodles.

After searching through all the noodles, he managed to find the brand he wanted and ran over proudly, staring at the noodles lovingly. In our 3 years of dating (at that point in time) I had never seen him smile at me like that. As you can imagine, I was a bit ticked off.

However, once Yukhei took me to the candy aisle and said he was paying… oh boy, he grew to regret that. I ran down, grabbing one of every kind I liked, making sure to grab a few more chocolate bars and packs of gum. After all, he uses most of my gum, why shouldn't he pay for it?

Once I finished my raid on the aisle, I looked back up at Yukhei to see him staring with a look of disbelief and regret, looking between his few things and my many MANY things. He looked back up at me with a sigh and slowly nodded his head, accepting his fate. He waddled his way to the register, going to pull out his wallet but pulling out the toddler keys again, and then pulling out a pair of spongebob learning chopsticks.

The cashier was staring at us with dead eyes, obviously wanting to go home but when Yukehi, a giant ass man, pulled out a collection of toddler sized things, her eyes lit up again. Eventually, Yukhei found his spiderman wallet and pulled it out, the cashier lost it. Her laugh was uncontrollable and wild, and both of us couldn't help but join.

Slowly, we all recovered and the cashier wiped away tears, clutching her stomach in both pain and to try and recover. I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced something like that but I can safely say it was one of the best parts of that night. Eventually, we had everything cashed up, and the cashier kept smiling as Yukhei hip bumped me time and time again, trying to push me off balance.

Eventually, I gave up trying to be discrete in hitting him and full on punched his arm, turning back to face the cashier with a smile. She let out a chuckle as Yukhei started collapsing, clutching his arm and claiming that he sees the light. Eventually, the cashier finished ringing up the stuff and Yukhei pulled out the spiderman wallet again, opening it up and almost handing her monopoly money before going to the right section in his wallet, handing her a few notes. Thankfully the cashier didn't notice the monopoly money, the spiderman wallet itself was distracting her.

After we left, and started driving home, Yukhei pulled out his phone and looked something up on Twitter, waiting until we had parked again to show me.

“Oh my god look!!” He zoomed in on the photo, covering the bottom half to show a large hand resting on a thigh, and did the same to my thigh, smiling gently.

Then he grabbed something from the bag and put on his thigh, revealing the bottom half of the photo showing a chicken fuckin foot on a thigh, and I lost it. To anyone outside the car it would’ve looked like I was choking on air, I couldn’t breath anymore, it was a hot mess.

Yukhei had grabbed a damn chicken foot from the bag and placed it on his leg, posing gently to show off the full look he had going on. It took me about 6 minutes to stop laughing at him, and even then he had to put the chicken foot away for me to even be able to look at him.

After I recovered from the chicken foot, we got out the car and walked back to the car we crashed into earlier. By this point, an hour had passed and the car park had lightened up slightly, and we could see the damage done to the other car. It lost some paint and was ever so slightly banged up. Yukhei had a genius idea, and grabbed the note we wrote earlier and tucked it into the bumper, adding the chicken foot next to it (wrapped up of course, we aren’t monsters) in apology.

We laughed our way back up in the elevator, Yukhei pretending the chicken feet were his hands, pressing the buttons with the claws and scratching his chin with them. Of course, he went back into sneak mode when we got out the elevator, even going so far as to roll across the floor, trying to hold the bags while he did so but failing oh so much. Eventually I stormed over to grab the bags, and let him roll along as much as he wanted.

Soon enough, we reached our apartment and when we arrived, Yukhei walked in and flopped onto the couch, too tired to make the noodles by this point. I managed to drag him off the couch and back to the bed, shoving him on it and taking off his shoes for him. I collapsed on the bed next to him, too tired to take off my own shoes. Luckily, mr Bigfoot had a solution, and just randomly reached around with his feet until he could kick off my shoes for me, doing it all lying down next to me. It made me laugh the entire time, his faces while doing so were so silly and dumb. Eventually he got them both off, and he just lay laughing next to me for a while. Slowly but surely, we calmed down and just stayed in silence, smiling at each other.

“I really love you Yknow? Not many people would willingly follow their boyfriend randomly at 3am, and they wouldn’t be as happy about it as you were.” He looked almost sheepish, looking away from my face and looking slightly disappointed in himself. I grabbed his hand and held it right, making him look at me.

“Not many boyfriends would wake their girlfriend at 3am because they wanted noodles. Not many boyfriends would have a pair of spongebob training chopstick or a kids pair of keys. Not many people would have either of those to be honest. I was happy about it because it was you, because you made it something to be happy about.”

He smiled at me, moving forward to place a kiss on my forehead.

“Thank you for this life.” He smiled at me again, then slowly dragged me up the bed so my head was on the pillow. He then proceeded to wiggle up the bed so his head was on the other pillow, and he managed to drag the covers up over us both, tucking me in gently. While I was woken up at 3am, I had one of the best nights of my life that day.

EL FIN

[inkofamethyst]

July 15, 2021

Y’all my period pains were so bad this last round that I actually considered calling up a gyno to see if they could get me on some birth control.  And that’s big news for sure bc I’ve been putting off gettin me a gyno for months now.  Still haven’t but I’m closer to it than ever before that’s for sure.

And on a related note,,, kinda hate when my father reminds me of what I cannot do and how I cannot act because I am not a man.  Like he’s right and there’s no disputing that, but doesn’t mean it doesn’t irk me that I can’t just take a walk out by myself around dusk in my own neighborhood.

You know, I’m feeling a bit antsy, lately.  I wanna spend.  Spend big.  Wanna fill the void in my heart with secondhand clothing.  Want another sweater, cream colored.  Want new shorts (want to make new shorts).  It’s certainly not like I’m lacking in terms of cash right now.  I’m just being conservative.  Remember a few months ago when I was like “yea I’m gonna allow myself one depop purchase every three weeks” well I’ve missed the past few rounds and I feel entitled to some new clothes.

Also,,,,, I gotta start listing my own clothes.  I’ve got a large bag of listable items from my most recent closet purge.  Maybe that’s a goal for next week.  No use in having them just sit around, not making me any money.

Can I be real a second?  ...I’m not really all that interested in 24 :/  The idea of it is more interesting to me than the plot.  And it’s probably mostly because it’s, yknow, just the first season, the writers are getting a feel for everything, but I kinda don’t really care much for any of the characters?  I don’t feel particularly sucked in.  I think I’m just gonna speedrun season one and be done.

Oh and speaking of shows, I think Netflix skips episodes purposefully.  Like, there’s the dnd episode of Community which I didn’t get to see (LOL I LOOKED IT UP AND IT WAS REMOVED FROM NETFLIX FOR BLACKFACE IN JUNE 2020) and I also think that “The Naked Now” was skipped in ST:TNG (s1e2) because I certainly do not remember Data and Yarr hookin up.

Bought some cotton drill (I think) interlining for the waistcoat and some buttons to finally finish that darn green button up today.  Didn’t particularly feel like I wanted to get my hands on tailor’s canvas nor do I have the cash for linen,,, so I decided to go for a substitute instead.  Also, I checked the Plaiditudes collection today and practically swooned.  UGH they have new colors and there are so many pretty ones and I cannot wait for the next 60% sale on the entire collection.  ...gotta use up the fabrics I just bought first, though, I think.  As I commented on recently, having a stash is nice, but there does come a point where a stash becomes clutter (especially if your storage system consists merely of a table, as mine does (I need a bin.)).

Today I’m thankful for... thankful that I finally have what I need to finish the darn shirt.  There’s a non-zero chance that I finish it tonight.

[makknays]

inconvenience.

genre: fluff/romance

word count: 2.5k

a/n: thought of this idea on the bus on the way to college why lie

It was Friday night and typically you would be getting ready to go to a party but tonight was not your night. You had three assignments due and they were kicking your ass, so you decided to take the night off from parties. “You know I fuck with parties, heavy, but not tonight Sam.” you told one of your close friends as you started to rearrange the countless papers on your dining table. “Why, what’s wrong with you? Is it cuz of Taehyung?” she teased, knowing you weren’t in the mood. “No, nothing to do with him. I haven’t even spoken to him ever since you and Namjoon broke up. I’m just tired okay?” you sighed as you took a seat in front of your headache in physical form. “Bullshit! You’re not telling me something!” she whined as she pulled up a chair next to yours. “There’s nothing to tell, get out of my place before I force you out of here.” you told her as you pointed towards the door. “I’d like to see you try.” she laughed before seeing the expression on your face and getting up to leave. As soon as you heard the door close behind Sam, you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding in; however, before you could resume to you work your phone rang. “Hello? Who is this?” you asked the unfamiliar looking number. “It’s me, Taehyung, can I come over?” he spoke, he seemed more upset, quieter and calmer than the Taehyung you originally met. “Umm..sure? Yeah, umm, I’ll send you my address.” you awkwardly replied as you started nervously playing with your fingers. “Thanks, I’ll be over soon.” You we’re confused as to why Taehyung had called you and even more confused by how he got your number; it’s not like Namjoon had it, right?

“Come in.” you smiled as you opened the door and welcomed Taehyung in. “Thanks.” he awkwardly spoke as he entered your home. “Why did you wanna come over? We haven’t spoken since Sam and Namjoon broke up.” you said as you walked towards your sofa and signed for him to follow. “Well, there’s something that’s been on my mind for a while, ever since they broke up actually.” he chuckled as he took a seat, he was questioning his sanity at that very moment. “Oh, what is it?” you asked, intrigued by what could be on the campus’ heartthrob’s mind. “See, there’s this girl I like and I’ve never liked a girl this much or been hung up on her. I always just fuck and leave, yknow? That’s my thing.” he said, although he wasn’t able to keep a straight face while saying the last sentence. “Your thing is being a fuckboy, Taehyung, do you know how many girls you hurt?” you told him, it’s something he heard almost daily but he wasn’t going to start caring now.

“Oh, they don’t care, I hope…” he awkwardly spoke, as though he was trying to recall any girl he could have hurt. “Anyway, this girl-” “Wait, how long have you known her?” “I met her not too long after Sam and Namjoon started dating, so like a year and a half ago?” “That’s a long time, dude. How long have you liked her?” “I’d say a year?” “You were still fucking new girls every night a year ago though? Surely if you liked her enough you wouldn’t have.” you told him, your facial expression displayed your disappointment in him, he had to look away from you in order to not feel guilty. “You see, I thought it’d be like a lil crush or something that a quick fuck could get rid of, but nope I still think about her all the time.” “And you came to me because?” “I wanted advice.” he seriously said but you couldn’t help but laugh. “You got the wrong person to give you advice.” “Stop laughing, you’re making me feel bad!” “Fine, fine.” you laughed as you turned to him and put on a straight face. “Well, if someone told you they liked you how would you wanna be told?” “I dunno, just tell me when you wanna you know? Keep it casual, it’s not a big deal.” you honestly told him. “Ah, okay, i gotta tell u some-“ “Sorry, i’m getting a call from Sam.”

“WHAT? SAM? WHERE ARE YOU?” you angrily asked her; your night was already not going to plan since Taehyung came over but this was annoying you; you would have to leave to find her and you would lose even more time on your work. “What’s wrong?” Taehyung asked worriedly. “She’s drunk and lost what do I do? Are you with anyone, Sam? She’s with Namjoon!” you told Taehyung, the look you then exchanged with him displayed your distress. “Oh shit, they didn’t end on good terms, let me drive you to find her.” “Are you uncomfortable with him there? Text me where you are. Or get Namjoon to from your phone. We’re on our way. Oh God, please tell me there’s someone sensible with them? Seokjin maybe?” “They’re all working tonight, I was shocked when you said you were free I thought you’d be busy too, but hey, let’s go find Sam.”

You followed Taehyung as the two of you made your way to his car. “How is it already 11? Were we talking for that long?” you laughed as you got into the car. “Damn, it’s 11? How did we not realise?” He chuckled. “We must’ve been talking for a while, but, umm, I think Sam’s tryna text me her whereabouts, she’s not really sure but she or someone else is describing the surroundings. God, I just wanted to get my assignments done tonight.” you muttered as you looked through Sam’s texts. “Sorry, I’m rambling.” “You don’t need to be sorry, lemme see what she’s said. I know where she should be.”

The entire car ride to where Sam was was silent; the both of you just wanted to find Sam and Namjoon and get back to where you were before. Taehyung was the first person to break the silence, “Well, they’re an hour away from your place but good news is the traffic is great tonight so we’ll get there quicker and then you can shout at Sam sooner.” “What makes you think I’ll shout at her?” you laughed as you relaxed your body. “I dunno, maybe the fact that you were clenching your fists and looked like you were about to murder someone.” “Sweetest thing I’ve heard all year.” “You don’t need to worry so much, you’re not her mum, relax.” Taehyung said as he went to turn on the radio. Neither of you said another word for five minutes. “Why is she even with Namjoon right now? They hate each other.” you spoke. “They’re drunk, that’s all I can say. When you’re drunk you let go a bit more. Maybe they wanted to be cool with each other again?” Taehyung suggested. “But this morning she was going on about how she hates that he works at the cafe with me, even though he works on a different day to me.” “He works there?” “You’re a regular, thought you would know.” “I don’t get coffee everyday, only days before lectures and stuff.” “Oh, but still, she hates his guts. I don’t get why she’s with him right now.” you sighed as you checked to see if there were any new messages from Sam. “Well, don’t worry about it too much. She’s an adult, she knows what she’s doing, focus on yourself a bit more.” he said as he sent you a comforting look.

“She should be around here.” Taehyung muttered as we drove around the block. “There she is, with Namjoon.” you said as you pointed towards the two adult children who were sitting on the curb by McDonald’s. “How the hell did you end up here? You have so much explaining to do.” you said as you approached Sam. “I can explain everything!” she giggled as she attempted to stand up. “I thought you were better than this, Sam. How the hell did you get here? And why are you with Namjoon?” “I, umm, I…” “We were arguing and she left, I didn’t want her to get lost so I followed her but she kept walking and then got onto a bus and I tried to get her before she got to far and umm, here we are.” Namjoon interrupted. “Are you drunk too?” Taehyung asked the older guy who was still seated. “A little bit…” “I honestly expected better from both of you. I was trying to get work done, this night already hasn’t gone to plan but you had to make me leave and pick you up too?” you said, rambling about how annoyed you felt. “Sorry… I just got really angry when I saw his face and I wanted to leave.” Sam pouted as she pointed towards Namjoon. “I’m disappointed in you both but I have to thank you for following her, God knows where she’d be without you.” you told Namjoon as you helped him up. “Now, both of you, get into the car.”

“Sorry about dragging you into all of this.” you muttered as you shut the car door after you got in. “Don’t worry about it, Namjoon probably would have called me anyway since everyone’s busy.” he replied as he started the car. “Still, you came over for advice and then this happened.” “You guys were together before?” Namjoon asked from behind Taehyung. “Yeah, we were just hanging out.” Taehyung told him as he made his way back onto the road that would lead us home. “What were you talking about?” he drunkenly continued. “Stuff.” you replied before looking out the window. You had been so out of it recently, work and school had finally taken its toll on you and you were not the best at managing your time. To top it all off Taehyung was constantly on your mind. You were upset when he disappeared for a couple weeks after Sam and Namjoon broke up but when he started showing up at the cafe you couldn’t be happier; it was an excuse to see him. “Adult stuff? Sexy stuff?” Namjoon laughed as he leaned back into his seat. “Nams, we were just talking as friends.” you told him. “Oh, by the way, what was it you were saying earlier? Sam’s call cut you off.” you asked Taehyung but he didn’t reply for a while. “Nothing important.”

“Hey, the regular?” you asked Taehyung on the Monday after the weekend. “Yeah.” he quietly replied as he handed you the cash to pay for his drink. “Coming right up.” you smiled as you took the money and got to making the drink. “I’m sorry for inconveniencing your Friday night. I shouldn’t have interrupted you doing your assignments.” he said as you made the drink. “No, it’s no big deal. I did two of them over the weekend and I’m doing one after work.” you told him as you handed him the drink. “Still, you could’ve finished all of them by now if I wasn’t there asking you about my girl problems.” he chuckled as he took a sip of the drink. “No, if anything Sam and Namjoon were the inconvenience not you, you’ve got nothing to worry about. But…” “But what?” “I still wanna know what you were gonna say before Sam called.” you said before your attention turned to another customer for a few minutes. “Well? You gonna tell me big boy?” you teased. “It’s nothing important, trust me.” “Fine, but to make up for it come over to my place after I finish work? I’m done in an hour.” you told him. “But you have that assignment.” “I don’t wanna be alone though, I’ve been alone all weekend and it gets so boring, why not have my favourite fuckboy around?” you joked. “I’m not a fuckboy anymore.” “Oh, yeah, I’m sorry. You’ve changed so much for this girl, I’m kinda jealous of her.” “Jealous?” Taehyung muttered under his breath as you turned all your attention back to the customers.

“I’m done! Let’s get back to my place.” you told Taehyung as you waved bye to your colleagues. “So, jealous of the girl I like, huh?” he chuckled as the two walked in the direction of your apartment which was around a 10 minute walk away. “Yeah, she has someone who has liked her for over a year, someone who stopped being a fuckboy for her. If I were you I would tell her asap.” you told him. “You would?” “Yeah, no big deal, right? I mean, I never told the guy I liked that I like him and I do kinda regret it.” “Regret… is it really worth it if I tell her, I mean what if she rejects me?” Taehyung awkwardly asked. “Better to get it off your chest though.” “True.” “Anyway, welcome back to my place!” you smiled as you unlocked the door to your apartment, revealing all the papers on the floor. “Oh, forgot about those, pretend you didn’t see these.” your statement caused Taehyung to chuckle lightly but he helped you pick up the mess from the floor.

“Thanks, you didn’t need to help me pick those up though.” you laughed as you made your way into your bedroom. “Trust me, I wanted to help you.” Taehyung told you, unsure about whether or not he was supposed to follow you in. “Sorry, I just wanted to get out of work clothes, let’s go chill on the sofa.” you told him as you sat down on one side and him on the other. “I think I’m gonna tell this girl I like her.” Taehyung spoke as he looked over at you, you seemed so worn out and tired, he felt like he was such an inconvenience every time he appeared in your life. “Ooh, do it then.” “Well, okay, umm, I like you?” he awkwardly said, avoiding eye contact, you know, just in case you freaked out. “Wait, what?” you laughed, causing him to feel even more uneasy. “I’m sorry, I’ve made this so awkward…” “No, you’re an idiot. I thought this whole time you liked another girl and was kinda upset but it’s me! Dude, I like you too.” “What?” he chuckled as he turned his body towards yours. “I thought I was being so obvious.” you laughed as you moved closer towards him. “Me too.” “I mean, we didn’t really speak for a while but every time you came into the cafe I would be on top of my game and I wasn’t subtle about looking over at you here and there.” “You know, I’m in that cafe whenever you work because it’s an excuse to see you.” Taehyung laughed as he pulled you into his chest. “Damn, imagine how much sooner this could’ve happened if the other two didn’t break up. What an inconvenience.” you joked, feeling contempt with life. “Can I steal a kiss?” Taehyung asked, “I’ve been wanting one for a while now.”

[nako-doodles]

seeing tae traveling on his own (going to malta) made me realize how bad i am at traveling, nevertheless alone. i still dont understand the whole process ngl. i have horrible anxiety so even going thru checks makes me so nervous plus w/ how quick it goes and u gotta take all your stuff out and rush and its a mess so id probably forget my own bags if someone wasnt with me. u must've traveled a lot right, are u comfortable doing it on your own by now?

traveling alone is always going to be stressful, esp as an asian woman yknow? travel will always be a rush rush wait affair (unless ur hella rich) and murphys law will hit you at one point or other. however, research and preparedness will be your best friend, and the experience and sights you see will be worth it 🥰🥰🥰

im going to compile some tips after the cut if you need it:

i always keep a list of everything i need to pack, organized by: toiletries (if theyre in your carry-on, you need to make sure its within airline security regulations. creams count as liquids. BRING SUNSCREEN!), clothes, accessories, and shoes (make sure you have enough to change every day, plus 1-2 days extra. also make sure you have layers like a jacket/large scarf which can also be a blanket and COMFY shoes that has room for swollen feet. you can repeat clothes so you can pack light. check the weather! bring an umbrella!), electronics (AND THEIR CHARGERS! bring a socket/voltage exchange if its different from your country), medicine (check your destinations rules on drugs. DONT ASSUME), YOUR DOCUMENTATION (passport/photo ID, visas, vax records, emergency contacts, hotel/destination addresses. keep a hard copy of it away from where you store your OG docs, and keep pictures of your documentations in your phone), and itinerary (where are you staying? do you need travelers insurance? did you call your bank so you can access your cards at your destination? what is your budget? do you need to change currency? you should have emergency money for taxis and a night at the hotel IN CASH)

pack your things into your luggage and DONT TAKE THEM OUT. for last minute things, create a separate packing list for when you leave for the airport. if you are taking a carry-on, make sure it meets airline regulations. keep all of your documents and cash in a secure location AND DONT LET IT LEAVE YOUR BODY. if you need to bring small candies and snacks (like me, i get low blood sugar easily), make sure its packaged and processed. a lot of countries dont allow meats and vegetables and seeds/grains into the country. check customs and immigration. ditto for your meds and other controlled substances and liquids. when you cross immigrations and security, make sure your water bottle is EMPTY. there are water fountains and restaurants past security. if you have a big carryon, you can carry it past security, and if the airlines have space, they usually allow you to check large carryons for free at the boarding gate, you can keep an eye/ear our for that.

usually the airline attendant will stick your checked baggage tags onto your boarding pass as a reminder for you to pick it up, so dont throw away your boarding pass! stick in your passport pages for safe keeping. make sure to stand near the first half of the loop and put really identifiable ribbons/duct tape/buckets on your bags so someone else won't walk away w your stuff. (if youre in a country famous for sm*ggling dr*gs, make sure to plastic wrap your entire luggage, some big airports have this at the lobby before check in)you will not believe the variation of black/navy bags until youve been on the strip 🤣🤣🤣 DONT bring monogrammed luxury luggages w you. thats asking you to be mugged in broad daylight. use your knees and waist and core to lift your luggage out, OR if you look sad enough, usually someone will help you (not that ive had that happen to me....many times......)

look like you know what youre doing, even if you dont! if you look unsure, pickpocketers and bad actors will target you. THUS! always do your research first. be as accurate and specific as you can. learn some helpful language phrases if its a foreign country (i.e. where is..., direction words, thank you, please, could i have...). fake it til you make it fam 🥰🥰🥰 don't draw attention, and make sure you look out for arrows and signs to tell you where to go. remember to keep your hands on your possession at all time. if youre in places famous for pickpocketers, wear your backpack in your front.

dont be afraid to ask for help from airline staff/concierge/info desk. theyre usually really friendly and want to help you! so if youre lost and dont know where your boarding gate is, or you dont know which bus to take, or you don't understand the in flight menu or need extra pillows and blankets (ask early! right after the plane levels out is usually a good time to ask)

at your hotel, make sure to sweep for cams (under mirrors/smoke detectors/paintings/tv etc.), deadbolt your door, and close your curtains. dont let strangers into your room, even if they claim to be staff. be aware of your surroundings at all times, dont talk to strangers, keep your hands on your bags, stay in public spaces, stay safe!

tldr; research lots, pack light but right, keep your documents in order, stay in reputable places and public transport, be aware of your surroundings, and most importantly, HAVE FUN! godspeed darling 🥰🥰🥰

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11/15/19 3:33am - goin home, trying new things

So the trip home to see the family was wonderful. Actually I spent a little too long watching TV before leaving and waiting for the gas guy to turn on the heat, so I left a little late and was damn near passing out on the drive over. Had to stop a few times to nap, but made it. Got caught up on The Adventure Zone again. I’m really excited for this new story they’re gonna do, it’s like Harry Potter meets My Hero Academia. Pretty fuckin neato.

But yeah I got there had a beer with my mom and went to the game and froze my fucking BALLS off watching taven play football. ugh jesus. And the poor guys were against a team like 4 times bigger than them, I swear they didn’t get double digit offensive yardage. They’d get an offsides call and start first and 5, hand off the ball to taven three times in a row and he’d pick up 1 yard, 1 yard, -2 yards, and they’d punt it away again. I don’t think I saw a single first down lol. Taven got hurt so we left in the fourth, they were down 77-0 with 10 minutes left -_-

But still, good to see him play lol. It wasn’t about watching a win, it was about being there for him on his birthday. Fuck that sucks though lol. I always hated playing in the cold. 

Most of the weekend I hung out with wes at his and jenny’s place. We did hang out with mom and the fam for a bonfire on saturday, I ate as much guac as I could fit in my face, we had a couple beers, made some fires. It was sweet. Then we played some super metroid before I started passing out.

Sunday wes and I beat the game and went to breakfast. My dad wasn’t around so I drove out to visit JMell in NoVa instead. His place is pretty nice, and we mostly watched some funny youtube videos. Good ol Rack Em Willie and other crackhead vids and this guy Super Sus and general nonsense. Couldn’t go crazy because I needed to make it back for work.

So I drove back. Made it to Jill’s at 2 and she helped keep me awake until I needed to get ready for work because I picked up a daytime shift from 7 to 5. And I slogged through that just fine. Got a raise at work, but like the bare minimum, but I’llll fucking take it. It’s been the exact same as every other time I got a raise I think lmfao. A little extra pocket cash to throw at new toys is nothing to scoff at, though, I need another butt plug and stuff lmfao. 

I was supposed to roll from there to durham to watch the new rick and morty, but I passed out and overslept by an hour instead. fucking hate when my bodily needs get in the way of me trying to hang out with people for 48 hours straight, yknow? Sucks.

But I went to slosh still, had a lovely chill time. Made plans to go home to Jill but ended up bouncing to another bar with a bunch of people there and drank for another hour. Got me in a little hot water, but whatever. Worth it I think lol. I just can’t help myself from hanging out with as many people as long as possible. 

Jill and I woke up at like 2 and hung out most of the day just fucking around watching tv. I bailed to go run some errands and do karaoke. Had to get some epoxy so I could put together my butt plug tail. I finally knocked that out this evening before work, I think it turned out great. Gotta try it out soon :3

But karaoke was quiet. Not a lot of people came out because it was like bitter cold and windy and had been raining all day. So on the plus side I got to sing like five songs. On the downside, I didn’t get to flirt with any new people lolol. An old stripper friend I had made there, Kellene, showed up and we talked about how I was in her dream the night before and chit chatted a bit. Got to sing a little together, I love her fucking voice. But at the end of the night she asked me for some money to help pay for her tab. I was like sure and gave her $8, she said I was sweet asked if I wanted to do anything with her I was like huwhaaa I guess? maybe we make out somewhere? Idk. Then she roams the room around and comes back and asks me for money again and I was like dude I gave you everything in my wallet, you have my $8 right there in your hand. And she says “no this is my $8 I got it from my purse,” while she opens her purse and pulls the rest of the money she needs out of it. I was like... pretty flabbergasted. Like not like floored, more still amused than anything. Drunk people are funny.

Also after I sang some Drake my beautiful bartender Jaime said I should sing Frank Ocean. Killed it singing self control, and she like held my hands and said I love you like she has the past couple weeks. I made a slight mistake and let my curiosity get the better of me. It’s definitely a rule of mine to not ask girls who are working out, but I was just like “look I know this is a little inapprop, but would you want to go out sometime?” and she says “yeah, as friends, definitely.” and I’m like oooooof. She had to take care of another customer so I just walked away from that one. Glad I cleared that up though I really thought she was being flirty and cutesy but I’m just a knucklehead. Could’ve been worse lmfao. 

Anyway, went home with Jill, we hung out all day again watching this mediocre 911 show. Kinda fun at points though. It was mostly nice just chilling with her early since I’d blown her off til really late a couple times in a row. 

Then spice was last night and ho. my. god. It was the normal confection of watching people get beat, not meeting as people this time around because I knew a whole bunch of people that were there already. But I did meet a few. Hung out with the cute boy from the fashion show for a while. We have these like really awkward pauses in conversation though where he doesn’t like ask me anything and I run out of things to say but he’s just staring at me and grinning so intently. Idk, man.  Lol. I was supposed to do a scene that I had talked out with someone, but they unfortunately called in sick. So I thought I wasn’t gonna do anything, but then I ended up chit chatting with Neko and he offered to beat on me that night.

Wowowoww bottoming a REAL impact scene was intense. Like IN. TENSE. like I was thinking about tapping out a few times from the pain of it, but then he’d take a break and scratch me or rub my back and it would just feel so gooooood. By the end I was taking these hits in the back and like shivering with excitement/adrenaline/idk what. He like threw his thigh between my legs while I was up on the cross to support me and started rubbing my back and bit my shoulder and hnnnnng. god I just started lightly scratching and chewing on his arm. I was literally in uncontrollable shivers and giggles afterward, it was actually probably too much lol but I lovvvved it. I feel like I really Get it now. Especially as I sit on my ass covered in bruises today lol. Then my friend Bun squish cuddled me until I came back down to normalcy. Maya and Jill came to watch, actually, they got to see it happen so that was kinda rad. Jill wanted to go dancing at alchemy afterward but I was like no fucking way could I dance after taking that lol. So I drug them out to boxcar with me and we played some galaga and skee ball and foosball and tekken. Me and Jill almost got a shutout on Maya+some rando, and then the randos were like nahhhh so I beat Jill+Maya 2v1. We played again later and I lost the set though. But I was dressed up as a kitty all through boxcar lol, kinda neat. We stayed up til 6am just watching Daria and ranodm youtube shit. 

Slept a long time, almost had a weird fight with Jill, smoothed that over, took a bath for a few hours and I’ve been working. Excited to get off though, but not for any reason in particular. Just fuck work I guess? lol.

I really felt like I needed to write about that impact scene while it was fresh. It’s kinda stuck in my head. :3 

I’ve got emo karaoke in a few days, should be a lot of fun. <3 nothing too exciting coming up though. Having to schedule a bunch of extra work days to appease my boss kinda suckkssss but whatever I’ll take the money lol.

[oneminutezen]

MC2 Headcanons

Here’s the next installment of my headcanons around the MCs! Read about MC2!

- Looks Like They Could Kill You and Can Actually Kill You -  it was a headcanon out there of mc2 being kind of a tough biker chick and was shipped with Zen and I whole heartedly co-sign that shit.

- 25. Loud, crass, takes up space but none of your shit. She is decidedly not ladylike, which would be funny to see Zen try to play Disney Prince to her.

- Theme song: Black Sheep, Gin Wigmore 

- She used to race in street races back in the day, and still does on occasion for some extra cash. In her prime she was kind of a legend - went undefeated for 3 straight years. Unbeknownst to her, a younger and angsty Zen watched her race and was completely in awe.

- The environment at street races, which is often male and belligerent, wasn’t very welcoming to a woman who was really good at showing up sore losers and running her mouth. She got jumped once after taking a considerable amount of money from someone in a win (and rubbing it in a little too much). She lost the money that night and a part of her tooth; her left canine is chipped and she never got it fixed, even after she started making more money from consulting. After that incident she started taking Muay Thai classes and hasn’t meant a person yet she can’t handle or immobilize and run from.  

- Currently she consults for several big auto and motorcycle companies on engine performance and development. In addition to amazing driving skills, she is a genius mechanic and worked on her bike till it ran like nothing else. Mc1 helped her patent her designs and all of her ideas and from there started working on other people’s bikes for a price. She built up such a flawless reputation that she just ended up being self-employed consulting for companies. Refuses to work for anyone else but herself.

- Obviously she’d get along with 707 the best because of cars, but also because she just thinks everything he does is a riot because she’s also a shit-starter. Enables his pranks and are kind of co-conspirators *go off to whisper things and look back at the group deviously* She’d probably bump heads with Jaehee the most, at least initially - she thinks Jaehee pretends to be perfect and that irritates the hell out of her.

- Meets Zen because she is called to consult for another project with Zen’s director; she’s coaching a leading lady for one of his movies with how to ride a bike properly. In a scheduling mishap, her dinner with the director coincides with his dinner with the crew of his new musical. Zen recognizes her from all those years ago and is in awe again because she’s so much the same and how is it that she can embody so much of a dark time in his life and yet be so much healthier and pure and better than him? (Zen kind of idealizes her in an unhealthy way and it’s something they need to work through.) So he’s all kinds of flustered and just more Zen than usual.

- Mc2 flat out laughs in his face about his narcissism. Like no verbal response to “god made a mistake with me,” just head thrown back, deep, belly laughter. And far from being insulted, Zen is automatically taken with her utter disregard of his looks. He tries to initiate some shop talk and she is instantly engaged in the conversation, going back and forth on stats and races and arguments about this or that model, to the point that everyone else at the dinner is like let get a room already because ~~sexual tension~~ af.

- Zen isn’t exactly opposed to it, which is new for him, he’s usually so focused on work - not a hook up, necessarily, but maybe getting dinner sometime, just the two of them. But mc2 has commitment issues and an independent streak a mile wide - she likes her own space, her own life, her own shit, yknow? Easier not to get other people involved. At least that’s what she says whenever she turns down someone new. In reality, she can’t stand the idea of being that vulnerable with another person, not after him. Once she senses that there’s a connection between Zen and herself she dips the fuck outta there - “lol sorry for crashing your dinner, but I gotta jet” - and feels this relief and disappointment when she’s out of the restaurant. Zen, of course, is crushed because he again has no real way to contact this goddess of a woman and again is forced to watch her disappear on her bike.

- I think they’d be good together because they’d both have this “listen we probably shouldn’t hang out” but be unable to really stay away from each other and kind of just fall into each other. They both have a lot of trauma they haven’t worked through and use each other to lean on before they even realize it. Very cute example of “explosion of a girl and the puppy who loves her.”

[goraeintheskyy]

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