#he knew damn well these would end up on the internet right away

[obae-me]

Would He Peel The Orange?

(I hope this hasn't been done too much already, but I really wanted to do it) So, if you've been in the same internet circle as I've been in, you probably know about this trend that's going around right now where people ask their partner to peel an orange for them. It's supposed to kind of signify your partner's willingness to do something important to you, even if it seems mundane or even inconvenient for them. So of course, I wanted to imagine what our favorite boys would do in this scenario.

Note: This is just for silly goofy times. A little ha-ha funny jape, if you will. Meaning not serious. If I think a character would not peel an orange, I don't think they're suddenly toxic or would not love the MC or anything.

"Could you peel an orange for me?"

Lucifer

To those of you who say he is too prideful to peel an orange for you, do I need to point out that he is the eldest sibling? Not only that, but he's practically a single mom. He has Sloth as the baby brother of the family. Do you think Belphie peels his own oranges? No! Lucifer probably cuts the crusts off of his brother's sandwiches for heaven sakes.

Is it heaven sakes or heaven's sake?... I actually don't know

However, I do think he would get suspicious, especially if you're trying to film his reaction. He would raise an eyebrow and know that there's something more to you just wanting an orange. Is this orange cursed? Is this a prank? You'll have to convince him it's perfectly normal before he straight up refuses.

Is he going to get up from his desk or move away from work to go grab you an orange? Probably not. But if you bring it to him, he will peel it for you, giving you a weird- and maybe slightly judging- look the entire time.

He will peel it very nicely, but you would have to take the peel back to toss yourself all while demanding to know why you have such a smirk on your face.

If you explain it to him, he'll definitely get a bit smug. "Who knew all it would take to prove my love to you was peeling an orange? If you needed some assurance, I would've gladly provided more for you."

He wins this one. He peeled the orange.

But...he might be asking his own favor from you later. So, minus one point for that, but they do say the devil dances in dealings, so...

7/10

Mammon

"Huh? Why do you need me to peel it for you, your hands broken or somethin'? I'm not your damn maid."

He is already peeling the orange. He is somehow managing to grumble and act like he's not doing it while he is in the process of doing it.

And if you don't have oranges on hand? Just give him any excuse to go shopping and he will take it. And not only will he peel those oranges, he'll buy them for you too.

And sure maybe he's a little ditsy and might not know what the difference between an orange, a tangerine, and a clementine is (they're all orange, dammit), but he will be buying you ALL of them just in case.

Listen, he's a man with impulse problems and an intense desire to be your number one demon.

Did he probably spend the next few hours in the store getting himself stuff as well? Probably, yeah. He see shiny, he get shiny.

But don't worry. He will peel you that orange.

And you will be eating an assortment of orange colored fruits for the next few days.

Is...this a peach?

9/10

Levi

If he's gaming, probably not. Some games can't be paused. And it's not even that he doesn't want to, he'll probably be glad to do so, but he'll do it once this round is over.

And then he'll probably forget. Which, fair, I do it too. You get into the zone and then six hours have passed. Sometimes the measure of love can't always be held behind an orange.

However!

If a controller is not in his hand and his mind is not occupied by several random colorful flashes, he might peel the orange.

BUT

If too many other people are around, he might get anxiety.

You know when you somehow manage to fumble peeling an orange? You can't manage to break the peel properly or you end up dropping it and looking like a fool?

If you've never had performance anxiety over peeling an orange, you... well that's actually really good, you must have a much more peaceful mind-- but it exists for us anxious people, okay?! It's too much pressure!

In the end, he's very situational! But that doesn't mean he refuses to peel you an orange! It would actually make him very happy to do that for you...

5/10

Satan

Very confused. Will ask too many questions before he does anything.

Are you hurt? Is the peel too tough for human fingers? If you're having a hard time using your fingers, why not get a knife or a tool to assist you? Why are you in his room rather than the kitchen? Is that not a waste of energy? What if he'd not been here, would you have wandered around?

He doesn't get it. He means well though.

He might get a little irritated, not so much at you as at himself. He feels like he's missing something.

Is this some form of human bonding? Are you afraid of the orange? What secrets does it hold?

He will peel it for you. He'll even put his book down to do so.

But please answer his questions, he can't find the logic in seeking him out just to peel a fruit for you. He can list off several other more efficient methods.

If you explain it to him, you'll see him visibly relax. So there was some deeper meaning.

Although now he might think that this form of act is some sort of love declaration. Prepare to have him peel and/or cut all your fruits from now on. Which... is actually kind of sweet. What a gentleman.

8/10

Asmo

No... with his nails?! Please. I've only worn fake nails like twice in my entire life, and doing anything like that with those little suckers hurts like hell. Why?? Tried to open a can once and thought my real nail would peel right off.

And even if he's not wearing fake nails, getting that pulpy orange peel underneath your fingernails?! Having the juice make your fingers all sticky? No. Awful. Bad texture. I've always headcanoned Asmo with texture issues, and if his are even close to being like mine, it's gonna be a no.

BUT

If you want an orange so badly, I can guarantee he knows all these cute little places around town that make delicious fruit selections! He'd probably go out and get you one of those beautiful and decorative edible fruit arrangements and make sure they somehow include lots of orange.

Or, if you don't want that and you just want a normal orange right NOW, he'll charm someone else to peel it for you, hon. Don't even worry.

And once it's peeled, to make up for not doing it himself, he'll be all to happy to feed it to you if you want him to. ~

Never underestimate the lengths he'll go to provide for you and himself at the same time.

6.5/10 I appreciate the hustle.

Beel

I... I mean... he's gonna eat it.

Love the man to death, but if you hand him an orange before you fully preface that it's yours and you just want it peeled, it's gone. He probably didn't even peel it before he ate it too. Probably just eats it like an apple.

But, but, but, he'll get you a new one. So please don't look so sad...

It might be best if you accompany him just in case, but he'll absolutely get you another one. Besides, he wants more himself now, that first one was delicious.

He'll gather a whole basket of oranges and you can share them together.

One slice for you...five for him. Another slice for you...

It make take a minute to get a full orange's worth, but it's about the attempt and the time spent. And he's technically actually peeling SO many oranges for you.

I'd also like to point out that I have actually written out a scene in one of my stories where Beel actually EXACTLY peels an orange FOR MC. WAY before this trend was a thing.

--Eventually he came across an orange, peeling off the wax shell meant to serve as extra preservation. Citrus flooded your nose. Your mouth actually watered at the scent, watching Beel strip the fruit before peeling it apart. A sniff, and then it was actually handed to you.

So he would! 100 times over! Even in my silly little side story where everyone is nearly on the brink of death and in a freezing wasteland, he would still peel an orange for you!

10/10 Minus one point for eating your orange first, plus one point for peeling you an orange in another universe.

Belphie

Y...yeah, no. No, he won't.

Or there's at least a very slim chance he will. He does get in weird moods sometimes where he wants to pamper you, but that's on his own terms and his own time.

He doesn't even peel his own oranges, as I previously stated in Lucifer's section.

If you just waltz up to him and ask him to peel it for you...there's a 95% chance he will not. Most of it being due to him being asleep. You would probably have a better chance trying to train him to peel an orange while sleepwalking. That might work. Would also probably make a good party trick.

But, he's weird at remembering details like this. Even if he doesn't act on it right now, it will be logged in his memory. You could mention something briefly once seven months ago and he'll bring it up to you and remember the conversation completely like it happened yesterday.

So, even if he doesn't peel the orange now, when he's in the mood, maybe after his nap, maybe the next day, maybe two weeks after in which you had forgotten it, he will bring you a peeled orange.

Either that or he'll do what Asmo does and make someone else peel it for you.

3/10

Diavolo

You want him to peel your orange for you? You mean... he gets to treat someone like that for once?! ABSOLUTELY.

He is all too happy to peel you an orange! This is like, groundbreaking for him. He gets to provide! Gets to hand you a tiny fruit, broken and prepared with his own two hands! Is this how Barbatos feels when he cooks?

How does one exactly peel an orange, though?... He's seen them whole like this before, but they're typically already in strips when he gets around to eating them.

Break the skin? What, like an egg?

Well...there goes your orange.

On the bright side, it seems he's very good at making orange juice.

But fear not! He'll have Barbatos bring another one!

Wait...look, see, they come pre-peeled. Oh...you mean Barbatos has been peeling all his fruits for him this entire time? He's never known the joyful luxury of unveiling and working for the literal fruits of his labor?! This will change today.

Get another orange, unpeeled, and he will do it himself this time!

It might take some personal discovery and some patience before he peels you an orange, but it will get done, he swears it!

11/10 Plus one point for wholesome life lessons and sheer determination.

Barbatos

An orange? Just a plain orange? If you wait just a moment, he could have an orange chiffon cake, or would you perhaps prefer some orange panna cotta? Orange Merengue pie? Pound cake? Made into a buttercream? A pudding? A sorbet? A sherbet? Served as a juice? Main flavor or just as a zest? Would you like a meal before dessert? Or he could always find healthier options for oranges? Would you like him to list of those options as well?

Okay, so... he overcorrects a little bit.

Bottom line is, he'd peel you an orange. He'd make an entire seven course meal based around oranges. Make it all the color orange if you'd prefer.

Like I said though, he tends to overdo it.

He falls into his royal butlery habits and misses the fact that this is supposed to be so important to you because it's so simple. Although it's cute the way an ever powerful ever perfect being can miss such a detail.

You might have to put your foot down a bit and not let yourself get carried away in the splendor. You just want this orange. This one orange, and if he could just peel it for you, that's all you want.

So he'll take his gloves off and peel it for you. He'll make sure all the extra little white strands are plucked off as well. And he double checks it for seeds.

Are you sure this is all you want? "I guess something so simple can often be taken for granted. I forget that sometimes."

12/10 He'll probably still end up making you several other orange treats and he learned a valuable lesson today. It's a win for everyone.

Simeon

Are you kidding me?

This man probably brought the orange with him. You probably didn't even need to bring it up! He's single dad with two one kid and a sorcerer. He's like that sweet mom who always has certain things on hand. Medicine? Bandages? Spare cash? Candy? Gum? He's got it. He puts the Guardian in guardian angel.

You want that orange? He'll peel that orange, you just hold on. Let's make sure your hands are clean. Use this hand sanitizer he brought with him. Here, have a granola bar while you're at it. Are you hungry? You didn't skip lunch, did you? Here, take this water bottle, you look a bit dehydrated.

Oh dear, and your hands feel so dry! Here, he brought some lotion.

This angel is 100% fully here for you. You are about to be so taken care of.

Not even oranges. You want your apples fully peeled and sliced? Got it. Want something pitted? He can do that too. He'd be willing to stain his fingers and clothes on a pomegranate for you. How is he doing this even outside of the house? Magic or something probably.

He'd pack you an orange in a cute little bag with a hand written note and a short poem.

This man is a real one.

100/10 He definitely thinks that LOL means lots of love.

Solomon

Are...you sure you know what you're doing? He will absolutely peel you an orange, but at what cost?

If you're not careful, not only will he peel you an orange, but he'll add some of his Special Solomon Spices to make your experience all the more... thrilling.

Quite like how thrilling bungee jumping in the dark could be...

Also, he might just try to peel it with magic, which, while nice of him, defeats the purpose of the entire test.

You'll have to specify he's to do it by hand, and keep an unblinking, ever-careful eye on him to make sure he doesn't 'enhance' the flavor.

But, all in all, he does it. Quite happily too, one might add.

Are you sure you just want an orange? He'd be glad to whip something up for you if you're feeling peckish!

You kind of... tempt fate with this one.

2/10 One point for wanting to peel the orange, one point for trying to go the extra mile. But... well... Will you survive is the thing? You might want to try to measure his love for you using different non-edible methods.

[yveaart]

how to lose a guy in 10 days — csc

choi seungcheol x reader

genre : fluff, smut, enemies to lovers, jealousy (?), fake relationship, bets (yk how the movie goes), profanities

synopsis : you had to prove to your friends that you could easily make a guy lose interest within a week, having no interest in indulging yourself in a relationship after your past ones. all those relationships led you to narrow down a list on how to make a guy sick of you. you had all the card in your hands and seems like you don’t get to play it.

warnings : mdni, proceed with causion bc this is my first actual svt fic it might be shitty. not proofread lol, reminder that this is my take on the plot and it will not flow the exact same plots in the movie

i do not feel so confident about this bc i wrote this with mind in shambles. literally me comforting myself with svt while i'm dying from my studies rn :') pls tell me if you like it bc i would most def appreciate it <3

it was another slow day at work when you sat down at your desk and sighed. all your work mates and friends seems to confide in your reaction but your circle knew that this sigh wasn’t a “damn-im-so-stressed-and-sick-of-work-sigh” for them it was more of a “wow-life-is-hectic-its-almost-making-me-want-a-man”

and just like clockwork their brains clicked and hovered over your cubicle. poor u so startled that you almost gagged on your coffee.

“what?” you shooted

“are we gonna meet boyfriend number 13?” karina said in a sing song voice

“more like fling number 17?” sakura retorted

“maybe a first situationship since she haven’t experienced one yet” yunjin said curiously

“jesus christ i’ve had that much men and i’m not gay yet?” you said surprised

“maybe you just need a new set up?” yunjin asked

“like what doggy style?” karina questioned

“not like that you idiot” sakura glared

“maybe i’m just meant to end up in a church and dedicate my life to holiness” you huffed

“please you would burn the moment you step in a cathedral” sakura laughed

“well i just know how every relationships end, it’s almost like completing all endings for a video game, its predictable and cliche” you sighed

“let’s welcome fling number 17 then” karina announced

“i’m too tired for just fucks you know? it won’t take long before i actually get infection and i turn into a zombie and bite you all from all these stupid ideas” you rolled your eyes at your friends.

right now you just actually need to see if theres a guy out there in the world who could actually commit and actually accept a persons flaws out of love.

all too cheesy but you would like to find a partner who would find no flaws in you and probably just call them your little unique antiques that they can live with.

you were so sick on seeing tutorials or manifestation hacks on the internet because does anyone genuinely love each other anymore? all these “how to become a maneater”, “how to make them dream of you”, “how to make him fall in love using a potion” bullshit got you sick of people now.

why did god even create men to accompany themselves if they’re preferences and expectations are for the deities taste themselves.

“OH MY GOD I GOT IT!” yunjin screamed making all your peers look over to your area

“what is it?” you asked dying for a solution

“what if you meet a guy and just unfling him?” she said as if there was a light bulb above her head

“yall need to make her stop doing overtime” sakura deadpanned

“NOO, like you’re talking all these commitment things all the time then what if you find a random guy and make him not fall in love with you and see if he stays?” she said

“so like i should go out being an annoying red flag and see if he stays?” you giggle but it all went away when all your friends kind of agreed because they’re also sick of u having these guy problems already.

“i guess thats not all bad” karina suggests

“you should wear your best outfit tonight because we will find your lucky target then y/nnie” sakura winked at you before discussing the plans with yunjin and karina

it was not long until the night came as you got ready, you scoffed on how stupid this bet is because it’s like you claimed “very predictable and cliche” to lose a guy.

it was then your friends picked you up and pulled up to the bar. a few shots came by as you hustled through the crowd searching for your so called the one. but as you surf through the tables everyone fell short to your friends standards as if it was a big serious thing.

you grew tired, what was the point, you knew your fate then you should probably accept it now.

you drank your last shot for tonight planning your weekend with whole lots of tubs of ice cream until you flinched by karina grabbing your arm.

“him” she said, audible enough for the three of you to hear. you faced the guy she was referring to as all the noice fade into the background blur hearing yunjin screech and them clapping happily, your time froze.

the most goddamn, drop dead gorgeous man came to sight.

“isn’t that choi seungcheol?” sakura stating a rhetorical question

“they said no one could ever bag him up” yunjin replied

“ooh sounds like one of y/n’s guys” karina giggled.

“are you up for it then?” sakura challenged you

“please this will probably come by a breeze, so? 100 bucks each?” you winked as the three of them agrees after a total chaos.

“choi seungcheol, let the games begin” you muttered

on the other side of the bar there was a crowded group of 13 people who were mindlessly taking shot over shot as they were crowned as the most obnoxiously loud people for the night.

most of them spitting out tipsy thoughts to one another as they joined forces on pinning and choosing choi seungcheol as the victim for tonight.

“here comes the virgin joseph for tonight, choi seungcheol!” dk hooted while hoshi was giggling to any phrases the latter would make out

“isn’t it mary though?” joshua pondered drunkly on the edge of the couch munching on the nuts hoping it would make him sober as it was too early to go home.

“whatever, we still get the point. so what’s with the anti-women behavior cheol?” jeonghan grinned. his smile too wide to seem oblivious of the answer.

“i think dating is now deemed predictable to me,every woman i dated either wants my money, my body, fame, or a father figure” cheol sighed deeply

“wait you’re a dad?” dino’s brows furrowed in deep confusion as cheol stood there with utter disbelief

“i thought we we’re supposed to have a fun hangout today, and now all of you are just looking like alcoholics with all these bottles in our table” seungcheol complained

“WHO ARE YOU CALLING ALCOHOLICS?!” mingyu exclaimed looking at the opposite direction of where cheol was.

“FUCKER I DIDNT CALL YOU ANYTHING” minghao retorted to a confused mingyu facing him causing cheol to place a palm over his forehead.

“how about you start charming women for who you truly are?” vernon continuing the passed topic.

cheol didnt know if he was thankful for vernon re entering a topic, all the “seemingly” sober people joined up on the topic. they soon somehow convinced cheol to meet new people and try making them fall in love with him.

kkuma needed a mom, maybe he did too (but not in a maternal sense

“i doubt scoups can make a girl fall in love with him” dino giggled in the verge of passing out.

“i sure can ! it’s like a walk in the park” seungcheol defended.

“not even within a month” jeonghan added

“not even a week” jun stared blankly.

seungcheol always had placed his pride on a pedestal, it’s the source of his cocky behavior.

“oh please, give me 10 days it would be like she’s under a love spell” cheol snickered blanketing his bruised ego.

“deal, i bet 20 that we’ll have another meeting on the 10th day having cheol drop dead drunk at thus exact spot” jeonghan screamed only standing for the first time for the night.

it was chaos after that, but the group was almost divided equally in the process of them making bets and weighing the odds of cheol’s fate.

seungcheol wished the ground opened its jaws and buried him six feet under

even he was lying to himself with his statement, but one thing about choi seungcheol— he always wins.

“i’m gonna head home now” cheol said, he wish he didn’t.

he somehow wished that they were all too drunk to force him into the grave he dug himself. mercy will be the end of their bond, so as fate has written cheol’s fortune.

“i guess cheol is accepting his pussy title” jeonghan sighed

“i am not a pussy” cheol responded

“then i guess you’ll have to prove that” joshua sighed blankly at him

“let’s start by choosing the lucky girl who’s gonna take cheol’s v card”

“i’m not even a virgin” cheol rebutted with a frown, the liquor making him submit to his true emotions.

“please you barely lost it” dk laughed

“well i barely felt it….” cheol muttered

“let’s do her” dino pointed at the wall as he stood quickly stumbling with his head spinning

“who’s he pointing at? did he shave his eyes as well?” woozi said laughing

“shut up pink panty guy, i’m talking about the girl that has red hair and wearing a black dress” dino said laying on the floor

“ooh, she looks hot like seungcheol’s type” jun teased

if he didn’t spot your bright auburn hair he would’ve sworn to himself that these guys we’re just throwing a hate crime at him, but god, you we’re his type.

“go on mr. choi, show us your charm” mingyu pushing cheol closer to your area in the bar

you were planning on stepping up, but you had to make one thing sure, so you turned around to your friends with burgundy rushing through your cheeks with the thrill throwing you into your pit of endless thoughts.

“makeup, and outfit : perfect” yunjin started with a wide grin

“hair : gorgeous and can easily make a ponytail” karina winked as you glared at her

“teeth clean and ready for sucking” sakura smiled

jesus christ you were asking for a reality check and they just simply can’t avoid adding scandalous statements as if that’s all you do.

you were ready

were?

are?

was?

fuck.

you backed up quickly as you saw a guy charging at your direction ready to barf up on you.

quick arms catches your moving physique, as your back became dependent on the person unbeknownst to you.

two groups filled your senses with squeals, laughing and cheering waking you up from your not so cute dilemma

you turned to the person behind you seeing the man of the night

choi seungcheol.

“you okay, sweetheart?” his voiced hush, you felt warm and you swore that is was just the buzz from the liquor

quickly you went to work

“omg thankyou o-oppa” you’re voice cracked because you simply cannot believe the words that escaped your lips.

there was terror in his eyes, the moment you saw it, it went away. a pretty grin was graced upon your lips because this will be one hell of a ride

he better be sure to keep his seatbelts on because you’re gonna totally rock his world.

day 1 : the tortoise and the hare

spoiler, the hare never wins

guys hate being speedy, if they’re looking for a woman they can take home to his mom it would definitely not be the woman who wants to be dicked down after the first date.

and this wasn’t even a date

he took you to his place after your so called friends left the both of you in the landmine

he only intended you to sober up, and you only wanted him to curse you off his life. but it would be no fun if you just did it in a day, wouldn’t it?

the sound of the collision of class and marble led to both of your eyes to be met.

“thank you, really, or what else i would’ve smelled like vodka and whatever the fuck that person just ate” you sighed in relief genuinely

“no worries, you don’t smell like barf or vodka…. maybe a little of tequila but you’re good” he smiled

fuck. he’s hot and he knows it, a part of you wished that he was some sort of narcissist so you could do this thing in a easier way.

his face sculpted and graced with beauty his eyes filled with wisdom and maturity, his lips full and shaded like cherries.

you we’re definitely down to have a fling with him, but according to you, you were planning to change your ways and test the purpose and ability of men.

“mhm, i’m tired let’s watch a movie?” you smiled with your forced high-pitched voice

you love how he would hide the way his face would wince when you talk or the way his jaw slacked on your statement.

you smiled at the thought of him trying to take you out of his multi-million mansion because you were pushing boundaries he built for you

“yeah.. sure, what do you wanna watch?” he assisted you by the waist as he brought you up the stairs.

you wanted to get out, you wouldn’t think that it would go like this. fuck the boys manual maybe it doesn’t work with hot rich guys

“the notebook, i LOVE that movie” you smiled and you could see how he expected that

as you laid in his sheets, which you felt deeply sorry for actually staining his pearly and silky shits with your outside clothes, but your pride held you high. if you fell from your pride or for him then maybe then you could wash his sheets.

the room was dimly lit, the ambience warm as he intended.

he sat next to you, with distance for respect according to cheol’s brain.

you couldn’t predict him, and maybe he sends mix signals, and that made you feel less guilty because you concluded that he’s a womanizer. he knew all of these antics a little too well.

“it’s getting hot” you sighed fanning your face adjusting your dress to the right extent, you held your hair exposing your neck to him making sure he saw it.

"really? my ac is so low right now" he was surely acting oblivious.

you may be frustrated at him for not taking your hits but you guess it would make a good build up, meanwhile he was there dumbfounded from all the tricks you pulled, he was slowly getting hard but that's another story.

he was thinking if he should drop it, it seemed like you just wanted a one night stand, but speaking of the devil (angel) jeonghan sent him a text showing him how much money he would be getting if he proved them wrong.

somehow in the end all of his friends were convinced that he would stay bitchless. there was a whole chapter within their groupchat making fun of what he said earlier at the bar.

truth be told, he didn't give a fuck about the money, he wanted his dignity and pride back.

"my body is so warm because of all the shots i took though" you reasoned out quickly.

"well my body is really cool right now" he faced you slowly pulling you close but you had other plans

you quickly kissed him as if you were desperate for it.

"mmm- i think we should slow down y/n" he rushed to tell you.

you wanted to grin so bad, victory laid on your side, but you had to put a sad face asking him if he no longer likes you repeatedly as he escorted you out of his house.

you quickly twirled and skipped across the road when you were sure he was inside already. he was there though, watching through his window.

maybe he had to step up.

day 2 : the in-laws

there was not a single text on cheols phone the next morning, soon learning your phone was inside the purse you left at his house.

he wanted to scan your purse thinking of a way to sweep you off your feet today. but a gentleman doesn't mess with a ladies purse.

after the the long chat you had last night, you exchanged your details to each other which now led cheol to your apartment building with flowers and a wide smile.

"hi i got these for you-"

"wait cheollie, say hi to your mom !" you cut him off with a smile

his face quickly shifting, you what?! he was slowly shaking on the inside quickly settling down your purse, flowers on your coffee table.

"h-hi mommm" he grinned as if his mom could see him.

"seungcheol i didn't raise you to hide your partners from me like this, i really like y/n you know, so when's the wedding?" his mom ushered

"a wedding?" you gasped and started screeching as if it was real

"we'll see mom haha.." he replied deranged from the situation made just 2 minutes ago. he quickly hung up before his mom could get any more ideas.

"well that was interesting, i didn't know that you knew my mom" he restrained himself from losing himself.

"well i have to meet your parents anyways right, cheollie?" you smiled at him

"yeah, but we just met yesterday" he deadpanned

"well, you don't think we're gonna work out" you started sobbing in front of him making small obnoxious hiccups

"well that's not what i meant baby" he hushed and spent the afternoon babying you while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

day 3 : monday flings

"i seriously cannot fathom how much patience he has to reach day 3" you genuinely lay your opinion

"i was a complete total psycho, but he must be mental" you said to yourself

"that's fucking crazy because if i had to put up with that you would never hear from me again" sakura said bluntly which bruised and praised you at the same time

"i need a break from my alter ego as well, i hope he has no plans on asking me on anything anymore at least"

the day went as if you had never met choi seungcheol at all, which made you relieved for at least having a rest day, sure it was such a short time but god how tiring it was to be somebody else

"i just really realized how to fit in somebody else's shoes" you sighed as you and your friends exited the building together ready to go home and simply pass out.

"then don't fucking wear them" karina said

"but this is the whole point, being a stereotypical woman in a relationship"

you all soon parted in your own ways as you walked through the neighborhood near yours, you realized you just walked passed by seungcheol's house and this made you walk a bit faster and try to fabricate your distinguishable looks. but guess what

"aw baby don't hide from me" he coos slowly pulling you in his embrace.

"i was just looking for you" he smiled as he rushed you into his home

you somehow wished he could just stab you right now.

he led you to his living room filled with rose petals and candles dedicating a whole playlist of his vinyl records for you. you spent the evening sharing his home cooked dinner, which was actually delicious. and he soon brought out his photo albums from when he was a kid.

"do you think our children look just like you?' your sentence made you freak out but you supressed it wanting him to be affected by your vicious visions.

"how about we go back about the marriage thing for now" he faked out a laugh.

"i want this to be our family's house too" you sighed in content while scanning the architectural structure.

"if that's what you want" he smiled and pecked your forehead, which had caught you by a surprise.

"it is" you smiled, you didn't want to admit it but something formed within you when he said that.

"i'll be having a boys night tomorrow so i might not respond quickly to your texts"

"is it strictly 'boys only' ?" you asked forming an idea and swallowing these funny feelings that have bloomed within you.

"well it had always been"

day 4 : poker night

if fate was inevitable, they should you hit you up then.

you were in a cab with your hands filled with cheol's place in mind.

"cheol having a 4 day record is worth celebrating" jeonghan teased

"it's been that long?" mingyu asked actually impressed

"i've been in a lot of relationships since college, stop making it seem like im a loser" he sighed

"probably just in college" minghao retorted

"it's probably going well, maybe next year she could meet his parents" seungkwan noted

"please, she met them the second day we met" cheol answered scoffing at the thought

"now i know why girls are driven away from you" jun cringed at cheol

"she called them herself the day we met, she even said that our children will live here, and she tried to sleep with me the first day we met !" cheol finally shared his experience the past few days

"ooh feisty and a woman with a plan, that's so horanghae coded" hoshi smiled reaching his palms out and curling the ends of her fingers.

"you're going delusional again hamster" minghao smacked the back of hoshi's head causing the latter to relieve it by rubbing his head.

"maybe cheol could get laid now with her bold behavior, someone who can tame mr. pride-over-pants-down-choi-seungcheol over here" joshua said

"she's just a bet-"

the violent reactions that flashed through the faces of his group-mainly cheol when you came in the door in the middle of the game.

the guys quickly recovered teasing cheol for being so attached already calling her over for a boys night.

"hi guys!!" you said excitingly trying on your best cute expression you could muster up while hoshi replied to you with the horanghae pose as you quickly reciprocated it.

"i just thought i could put some of my stuff here so you could always remember me cheollie" your eyes twitching the moment your face was parallel with the wall

cheol was in awe with the first few vases you put out, until there were at lest 13 in his living room only. his house looking like he was out there selling urns

you were going around his place disrupting them, even changing their ambient music into some of britney spear's playlist

and even making very concerning screams around the kitchen just behind the living room.

"cheollie, can you get me some water" you whined when you heard them telling cheol it was his turn

he caught you reaching out unto the cupboards for a glass, he quickly got you what you requested and leaving you there

you were quick to grab onto his arm and grab the cigarette out of his mouth.

"you need to stop smoking" you tell him genuinely, his demeanor sensing your honesty his brows rested as he gave you a smile.

"i need to keep my lungs healthy for our children huh?" he teased you with a knowing smile

day 5 : ghosting

after his game with the boys, you two spent so much time together after.

he was being sulky after receiving his first losing game last night from all your disruptions last night.

but he never mentioned you being a nuisance, and just maybe because it was stored somewhere deep his chest the frustrations he held

but you stayed clingy to him filling him up with your presence even when you already went home flooding his texts until it was dawn

today you decided to stay low, you were lying in wait in this part of the plan

by doing so much the past few days today you decided to give ghosting a shot

"god i just wanna die if i need to go through this just to find a decent human being" you sighed frustrated at yourself

you wish you could stop now, there was 150 bucks on the line

or this is what you thought that hindered from you from stopping, you stared longingly on your laptop

quickly dialing his number you grinned at the sound of his voice

day 6 : a large iced diet coke and a kiss to go

today you planned on watching a knicks game with cheol, it was both your favorite thing to watch.

the stadium filled with cheers as you were shaking with thrill watching the tight game among your favorite team handling each other by the neck

most of the game went well according to cheol

during the break the venue managers continued to do the kiss cam.

you were interested looking at random people sharing affection through this stupid camera. but you didn't know it would face you.

you saw your face light up with surprise as the other guy next to you exposed on the kiss cam

you were looking at him

"i'm-" the guy was cut off when seungcheol grabbed you by the nape sealing your lips with his plush ones, the camera then panning to the both of you instead of you and the other guy.

"you weren't in the kiss cam" you said smiling- wait no don't.

"well i was just now" he said cockily

"i'm not gonna let you kiss him when i'm here" he said and that lit a fire within you

the final part of the game resumed as you both were cheering wildly through the crowds

it was time.

you asked cheol to bring you coke since you were extremely famished according to your words.

cheol quickly glanced at you, the bottom of the stadium, on the scoreboard, and back to your eyes.

he quickly ran getting you the drink that you wanted.

"i cant drink too much sugar though i need the diet one" his face turning into a distressed one jogging back up the long steep flights of stairs as he huffed to the vendor that you wanted the coke one, being only available to watch the game through the small monitor by the ceiling

there was about 3 minutes left, your team still having time to win over

he rushed back to you quickly handing you your coke, but there was another thing-

"i need ice cheollie" you whined at him, he groaned but still went over to do it

only a few moments left before the game ends the vendor still working on you precious drink, seungcheol staring at the monitor.

you felt bad, like actually. but you had to keep this up

you were enjoying the game until you were drowned in your thoughts on how you were ever gonna ask for his forgiveness after all this

you were a bitch and get over your act.

the crowd calling out through your ears realizing your favored team won, you had to force a smile especially a lovely one at cheol to make him think you were being a menace

maybe if you pushed him enough you could end this sooner, you can't admit that he was charming, handsome, and his behavior is no less than how a gentleman should act.

sorry coups.

the game ended, you were exiting the venue with cheol as his arm around your shoulder quickly calling you a cab home.

"thank you for this babe" you smiled passing him the cup, hoping you were rude enough for him to not call you up anymore

"no problem, you gave me your other ticket to watch with you anyway" he smiled pecking you before you left.

he crumpled the cup and threw it away.

day 7 : the revelation

you and cheol spent this day with a quick breakfast by the small cafe nearby, chatting through the busy streets of your city, he asked you to come to his event tomorrow which you accepted. after breakfast there were barely any interactions coming between the two of you.

why stay through this conditions?

well we bring you to the day 1

you were troubled writing your new article on the magazine company you were working for.

your boss expecting so much from you, you simply cannot write anything too political or anything controversial at all, so you stuck on to writing these stupid "how to" to articles which was a huge success for your company.

you were stuck, nothing to write, drafts filled with calling out peace for all countries experiencing genocide and territorial invasions or calling out to politicians who were legitimately caught only on scandalous events but never the seat of any meetings.

you were a writer a "how to girl", you swore you did it all and wrote them, how to talk your way out of a ticket, how to feng shui your apartment and even having those little tests you wrote printed by the magazine.

seungcheol was a lawyer, he stayed in his grandfathers law firm, his grandfather desperate for him to get wed and have a family who will take care of the firm and would take care of him as well.

seungcheol's grandfather knew his luck in love, so he prayed that even when he passes, his grandson will still have someone to be with.

day 8 : pride over love

cheol came over to your place at dusk seeing you with your flattering yellow dress with a backless cut on the back.

he was stunned by your beauty, his hand leading to his chest.

"my god" he whispered to himself as he paced closer to you

"you're gorgeous" he smiled as he kissed your temple

"you don't look to bad yourself" you grinned at him

you decided to stay in your apartment for a while as you settled a few of your stuff before you leave

he glanced over your record player and fidget over your albums then he finally sat down digesting the whole essence of your place, it was hard for him to stay still thinking that you were some dumb bet but he knew you were more than that, he knew you we're attractive but the breeze tonight was only revealing your true selves to each other.

you came in the room with your purse settling it by the coffee table as your favorite song came by, you couldn't help but singing along to it

and other girls dreamed that they'd be cheol's partner

they'd be cheol's partner and

you're so vain

you probably think this song is about you

and then you both exploded in to giggles proceeding to do silly dances before heading out.

you both arrive at an immaculately decorated building, you could already hear all the people chattering inside the building making a light buzz on your ears

"cheol, you should come meet our new stockholder" his coworker ushered him as he looked at you with slight worry

"i'll be fine you should go" you pushed him lightly and he just nodded at you making a phone call sign telling u to call him if anything happens

it was a while when you were just sitting by the bar drinking your nth drink for the night, it wasn't your intention to do so, but that was the only thing that can occupy you. you didn't want to bother cheol on his night so you stayed lowkey.

you weren't drunk but you rethink because you didn't know why seungcheol's grandfather ushering you to talk to him.

"so i heard that you have been seeing my grandson" he started

"oh yeah i am" you politely answered, guilt wrapping you up when you realized that you were only feigning everything.

"i'm glad that he told me about a girl he goes out with, he barely tells me anymore because they don't last long" he giggled

"oh really? i would expect him to be married by now actually" you joked with him

you felt comfortable around him, his friends, his relatives, and even his co workers, they really provided you with a nice environment.

"i'm happy that you stayed with him even after knowing that you just started as a bet-"

"excuse me?" you were violated.

"i mean please excuse me i need to get some fresh air"

there was regret in mr.choi's face but it also held worry, was it true? you were a bet? what did he win for you? for this? what did he mean that you started as a bet?

you were furious, you knew you were also doing him wrong, but you felt bad for all of it.

it wasn't helping that you had to admit to yourself that you did like him. even through the fucked up situations you had this week, it was all messed up, fake.

but even in all that chaos, he was consistent, he was there.

now you're doubting if that was his acting as well

because now you were burning everywhere, because you knew you crossed the fine line along the feigned adoration over real devotion.

you adore choi seungcheol.

but now that meant nothing.

quick and heavy foot steps were heard behind you

"y/n!" cheol managed out with huffed breaths

you faced him with disdain painting your face.

“wow, you’re gonna run away after you defy me?” he laughed sarcastically, his face sullen his eyes filled with fury

“defy you? what about you making me a bet?” it dawned on him realizing that you knew about his faults too.

it was true, you did defy him, not that it was your choice, you had to do it for your job, you wrote about him, one of your how-to blog and magazine experiments.

how to lose a guy in 10 days

this was your last project being a part of this magazine line. you swore you couldn’t keep on using people for an article, you planned on being a journalist after quitting, after making him your last.

because after all, you love him.

your article could also be called “how to stupidly fall in love and find a man in 10 days”

“it was a bet at first, then i fell, but you just played me” he looked at you as if you just stabbed him straight to the chest

“what?” you said confused

“leave. i don’t ever wanna see you anymore” he warned

“didn’t know you could stoop so low, and don’t worry i will”

“how to lose a guy in 10 days huh?” he started “lucky you y/n because you just lost him” he uttered walking away.

the night turned completely upside down, both of your chests swelled with guilt, shame and anger.

your heart dropped, but you just swallowed you pride and left.

day 9 : drive me out of town

quickly packing your things to leave, you won’t do any good here now that everything is tainted by the man you met just a little more than a week ago.

you spent your whole day just wallowing the sadness from your love life leaving your friends, your apartment.

you published that article about choi seungcheol to have income before you left your low life and start as a struggling journalist to do what you always wanted, to write about more important things

conventional, innovative, a cry of the oppressed.

but people seemed to worry if blondes were more fun than brunettes.

you truly regret using him, but you both did the wrong things to the write people, only fate knew that.

you rode your cab ready to leave this damned city to move to another identical one.

the familiar streets slowly blurred into the abyss of the distance as you called your friends and relatives one by one just catching up and telling them little life updates.

you were sad, but you knew that seungcheol is probably feeling a lot more than you were.

the darkness of the sky basked you a sense of comfort, there’s always a new day.

you wished him peace.

it was a fault writing about him and confessing about you felt at the same time, but he deserved the last bit if honesty left to your fake situationship.

a raging motorcycle suddenly honks at your vehicle endlessly. your cab giving way but it seemed like it wasn’t what the motor rider meant

“OH MY GOD PLEASE STOP” you told the cab driver when you realized it was cheol’s bike.

was he planning to run you over?

you got out displaying yourself in front of the man you loved.

“y/n, it was all true” he said taking his helmet off he huffed tiredly but not slowing down his pace to get close to you

“what are you saying?”

“i liked you that’s why i agreed with the bet, hoping you would like me back, even though your personality was hard to work with” he laughed to himself

“why are you saying this? why now?”

“maybe i flipped the page too quick not seeing that you loved me as well”

“love”

“what?”

“i still love you” you whispered

“you won your bet a little too well mr.choi seungcheol”

“i love you too, and i don’t care if you pull your annoying your girl antics i still love you”

“that wasn’t me” you laughed

“well there was a part of you who did it, and i love all of you” he smiled showing his gummy grin.

you couldn’t help but feel free, you weren’t stuck in that annoying girl’s body forcing the guy you love to hate you.

“kiss me, cheol” you teared up

he didn’t need to be told twice as he rushed to close the distance between the two of you, his lips crashing to yours savoring every inch of it. your head shifting in sync as you both connected not wanting to let go.

today’s day 1. the first day of making it real.

day 10 : my heart, it lies within yours.

passed 12 am

i guess you did actually lose your bet now with your friends. at day 10 choi seungcheol was plush against your skin his lips in yours, and your hands in his hair.

“i hate that you have me wrapped around your finger” he groaned onto your lips

“i hate that you actually won your stupid bet” you sighed

“i always win, and this feels so much better than winning” he said lifting you

your bags left on the floor the moment you reached his home, he told you to call it yours as well, from now on.

your silence didn’t last long when the both of you were longing for each other leading you up to this moment.

“hm so cocky huh?” you teased him as you started kissing down on his neck as he laid you on his bed.

you pulled down on his tie realizing he was so busy at work all day.

you kissed him once more and switching the positions that you were previously on as you climbed onto his lap and continued making out

your hands wandering on his hair and his hands on your ass.

your tongue interacting as he let you do whatever you want, his hands started wandering on your body leaving your skin burning for more.

your kiss being more needy as you started to grind on his hard on. he groaned onto your lips leaving you to grind harder.

you started to unbutton his clothes as he followed suit, removing yours as well.

he was pulling on his tie

“no” you stopped him

“keep it on love” you commanded

he could throw you and turn this around, but he didn’t. he enjoyed this a little too much, loving the feeling of being taken care of.

you both were left on your under garments except him having his tie on

he looked so hot having his tie rest on his smooth and hard muscles, his abs and pecs shining from the moonlight.

you continued grinding on him until he held your hips to stop.

“let me have you first please” he sighed as he laid you down on the bed as he knelt on the ground facing your crotch.

he looked at you as if he was asking if he could remove it and you nodded back at him.

his blonde hair a bit messy as you caressed it and tugging while he was removing your underwear

his face getting closer to your heat as he started kissing on your thighs slowly.

his lips then met with your clit as he sucked slowly then proceeding to lap on your entrance already making it soaking than it already was.

his tongue bending slightly when met with the entrance teasing it and slowly stretching it.

his right hand caressing around your waist as the left one kept it on your thigh refraining it from moving.

his fingers slowly worked his mouth as he slowly dipped one into your hole.

his finger was thick, 2 of your fingers were your frequently used ones, but his reached so much deeper, felt so fuller.

he hummed against your clit as vibrations flooded through your veins. he added another finger making you writhe and pull on his hair more.

you pulled him up kissing his plump lips before making him lay down on the bed.

you held his hands as you put it above his head, you weren’t intending to restrain them at all.

his biceps protruding so well when you raised it keeping it there as you licked and sucked on his neck slowly removing his boxers.

you wanted to cum with him tonight.

his eyes went dark seeing his large dick lining up to your entrance, he wanted you to ride him, he wanted to stare at your beautiful body while you felt pleasure because of him.

"no condom?" he asked heavily, he wanted it, he wanted this, but he also wants to make sure that you're doing what you desire, not wanting to make regrets again.

"i don't care, fill me up, make me pregnant" you said in a daze, but even without the lust you had right now, you still would say yes.

"fuck" he groaned hearing your words

his length standing tall, he was already so girthy, his tip leaking red.

he wanted to feel pleasure with you, not just sitting there like some fuck doll.

you lined the tip with your entrance as you slowly sunk down already feeling an enormous stretch.

"god your cock is so big" you moaned as you rested your head by his neck sucking there to distract yourself from the slight pain.

his hands went down to your waist as he pushed you further, taking him all in.

he was sent to paradise with your walls crashing to his length, engulfing it in its warmth

"your pussy was made just for me, love" he groaned as his hands guided your waist to ride him.

you were releasing moans as you rode him, it's as if he was still getting bigger inside you.

you then leaned back to your position staring at him with his tie, he looked so hot with his abs clenching every time you squeeze his dick, and how his sweat made it look like he was glowing.

he was laying back with the most drunk in lust face he got as he bit his lower lip just staring at you bouncing at him.

every curve of him filled you even more hitting the right spots that led you to your high in a few more moments.

you both released at the same time, but cheol was far from over with you

he flipped you around entering you in a missionary position, he was truly strong as he pumped himself in you with a new found energy hitting even deeper than before.

he caressed the bump his dick made deep on your stomach.

he made a guttural moan just by the thought of you being able to carry his children by the very belly he's fucking oblivion to.

you pulled onto his tie causing it to tighten a bit that he moaned. you kissed him sloppily as your saliva mixed and dripped to the side of your chin.

he went down leaving marks on your delicate skin, already having red marks on your neck, he made sure to give your tits some love.

he sucked onto your left one and massaged the one on your right, continuously flicking it. his other hand made its way to massage your clit, which made your back arch and scream his name.

"fuck seungcheol" you moaned

"seungcheol? i thought you called me cheollie" he smiled at you with a shit eating grin

you could barely even give a response, you were simply brain dead from all the pleasure you had.

his pace going faster and faster as massaged your clit to a higher intensity, you both were sent over the edge for the second time tonight.

he slowly removed his length, as your hole felt the emptiness you groaned. your mixed arousal slipping out of your pussy as cheol just stared at it.

he inserted two fingers fucking the cum back into her, you moaned at overstimulation, he continued fucking you with his fingers.

"aren't you doing too much mr. choi?" you glared at seungcheol.

"gonna make sure you keep all of it" he said as she shakes his head giggling.

you pulled him down onto the bed as you sat up stuffing your underwear in his mouth making him moan out loud.

"your turn?" you grinned.

i felt like i could do better :") im sorry if this is bad.

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hiii!!! Can you do masky as a father figure to edgy emo/scene teens? 👀

Father Figure Masky

Of course I can my love!! I actually haven’t thought of doing something like this so I’ll give it a shot!!

ೃ࿔*:･

Not any tw’s if I missed any please let me know. Just some wholesome Tim! Lots of fluff!

-I feel like he probably finds you in a Library. He doesn’t go often but when he usually spots you. you’re always reading a book or sometimes drawing. He never sees your parents so he assumes you must be old enough to be out on your own.

-he’s typically in there for.. well not really anything. To get away from the noise. From the typical people. He usually sits in a corner, book in hand slightly slouching in his chair, legs crossed over each other. His satchel usually sits beside the squeaky chair, occasionally he pops a pill, swallowing down water and going back to whatever he’s reading.

-you come in one afternoon, grabbing the book you’ve been reading the last couple of weeks and heading towards your spot. But when you arrive you’re met with a few teenagers from you school. “Shit.” You’re quick to turn on your heel before they see you and try to find some other quiet corner to sit in. And when you do someone else just so happens to be sitting there.

-you clear your throat. “Uhm..” Tim looks up from his book, eyebrow cocked. It’s you. “S-sorry. Uhm. Do you mind if I sit here. I won’t bother you or anything.” He’s silent for a moment, his fingers curling at the page before he closes the book. You’re quick to roll your eyes when you don’t get a response “hellooo?” You wave your book in his face before he speaks “g’ahead” he moves up slightly and watches you carefully. He takes note of your funky hair, how it isn’t natural. The piercings on your face and the clothes you wear.

- this is all where it kinda started. You’d start sitting with him whenever you knew he was there, he’d learn why you were always here, how your parents just never treated you the greatest and the only way to escape was to come to the library.

-you finally ask him one day why he takes so many pills, why he needs so much medication. And oddly enough he feels okay to open up to you about those things.

-I think he would feel some sort of comfort. He likes that your different then others. In a way you’re like him, but maybe not so violent. And he tries to keep that part of him away from you. He tries to just be the happy him, but it’s hard when he’s been out all night blacked out stalking innocent individuals.

-he ends up buying you some art supplies. He first took note of your artistic skills from the moment he seen you. He likes the weird things you draw, it almost eases his mind to know he’s not the only one with weird stupid scary thoughts.. though you are more of a edgy teenager.. he’s just not normal.

-your name in his phone is kiddo. He probably sends you stupid fucking memes he finds on the internet that he thinks are so Hilarious but they’re actually so fucking cringy.

-Calling him dad for the first time. Yeah it kinda just slips out and he’s shook. You think he’s angry, uncomfortable but he’s in pure SHOCK. Really? You look at him like that? That’s so… sweet. He cares for you deeply and wants to see you go far. So the fact that you see him like that.. damn you might have just wiggled right into his heart.

-it takes him some time getting used to it but at some point he fully allows you to call him dad. He’ll pick you up from school, he’s always the one to listen to you when it comes to bullies at school, he buys you lunch, makes sure you have school supplies that you need. You call him asking him to pick you up because you don’t wanna be there anymore? He’s on his way.

-“can you take me to the MCR comeback concert?”

“Fuck no.”

-Trust me he’d love to take you to those things but his money goes to his medications and his house, he’d rather have a roof over his head then be surrounding by teenagers crying and screaming. Butttt.. that doesn’t stop him from buying you things that you’re interested in. Band shirts, new hair dye, comics, etc.. he even goes out of his way to make sure you have new things, new phone.. whatever you want. I think he’s taking the dad role straight to the heart.. but it makes him happy.

-if you were ever in a situation to be put up for adoption. He’s 100% willing to adopt you. But if you’re old enough to be moved out, he’s got a bedroom all set up for you.

-he takes his road trips.. and fully takes pride on the fact that he listens to dad rock. He sings horribly to the music while you groan and plug your ears, and searching frantically for your headphones “dad please! Shut up!”

-he does let you play your music majority of the time though, and he actually doesn’t mind any of it. He thinks it’s pretty cool.

-“I bought hair dye..” you look at Tim and sway side to side, hands behind your back. He stares at you from the couch before shutting his eyes and sighing “alright, grab a plastic bag and get to the bathroom.” He always dyes your hair. And he’s always wrapping the damn plastic bag around your head too tight. “Gotta make sure that dye stays in there” and gives you the meanest dad back slap.

-if you ever graduate, he’s in the back of the stadium watching you proudly from afar. And of course he has gifts for you, what kind of father would he be if he hadn’t. Once you’re both in the car he’s got a small box and a large bag ready for you. Some new clothes, items and those damn concert tickets you always talk about.

-he’s a good papa. He’d never judge you for your interests nor what you looked like. He thinks you’re super bad ass and he’s proud to be such an important figure in your life.

[alohajun]

TREASURE'S REACTION WHEN THEIR IDOL PARTNER IS SHIVERING AT AN AWARD SHOW

treasure x gn!reader | wc : 0.7k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationships, idol au, fluff, use of pet names, mild cursing | request — hi so i really like your blog's i'm wondering if i could request so if i could my request is treasure reaction when their idol s/o is shivering at an award show take your time

JIHOON, JUNKYU, MASHIHO, HARUTO

💎 as soon as he saw you rubbing your arms and the goosebumps on your skin, he’d frown, kinda sad you couldn’t even properly enjoy an award show because of your outfit

💎 so he’d do whatever was possible to keep you warm

💎 the decision was simple, really

💎 his beloved was cold and he was going to give you his coat

💎 oh, he didn’t have a coat? you best bet he will make another member take theirs off and offer it to you

💎 he gave zero fucks if this would become the headliner the next day

💎 because honestly who tf in their right mind would make you wear such flimsy clothing in negative degree weather

💎 there would definitely be clips on the internet of him shoving his hot-packs into your hands because you kept refusing to take them

💎 “oh to be him or to be y/n, that is the question” exhibit a of the tweets of that night

💎 would even go the extra mile and inform the award show staff about your group’s members, if everyone of y’all are feeling cold

💎 will make sure you guys get enough blankets and hot-packs to keep yourself warm until the end of the show

💎 “just take the damn jacket, y/n. i don’t want you to get sick.”

HYUNSUK, ASAHI, DOYOUNG, JEONGWOO

💎 oh, your timbers are being shivered at an award show and you don’t know what to do except rub your arms to keep warm?

💎 well, don’t fear because your boyfriend is here

💎 xdjgsd jokes on you truly if you thought he went anywhere without a jacket on him

💎 he’s the type to wear some long-sleeved outerwear even when people are sweating buckets because he knows you get cold easily

💎 so this time was absolutely no different

💎 as soon as he saw you a few seats away, shuddering from the cold of the stadium, he would get down to work

💎 either he was already wearing an extra jacket or would have been carrying one around, waiting for this exact moment because he knew it would happen sooner or later

💎 he’d call for a staff member and hand them the jacket along with some extra hotpacks, telling them to give it to you

💎 as soon as the staff member came towards you with the items, you didn’t even need to ask to know who it was from—there was only one person who knew you this well

💎 you’d look around for your boyfriend, sending him a smile from afar until you could thank him properly when you next saw him

💎 “i will never know why you don’t wear long-sleeves when you get so cold easily. you are lucky i know you, love.”

YOSHI, JAEHYUK, YEDAM, JUNGHWAN

💎 i don’t think they’d proper notice if you are shivering because they are just tryna have a good time at the award show

💎 and if anything, yk that treasure have a good time at award shows

💎 but when you are able to just shoot him a text about freezing to death or you end up meeting him on the way to the bathroom, he’d definitely be concerned

💎 a lot of “are you okays” and “are you sures”

💎 doesn’t exactly know what he can do to help you, so he’d probably turn to his leaders for some idea

💎 listening to their suggestions, he’ll ask a staff member to provide you with some blankets and a hotpack — and will continue to check in with you for the night

💎 if he sees that you and your group are all sitting right under the aircon, he’ll ask his members if they are alright with exchanging seats with you guys before letting you know

💎 and if you end up exchanging seats, he'll be in full smiles for the entire night

💎 because you'd be sending him little "thank you" messages constantly, and it'd make him super content

💎 whenever he turned to look at y'all and see you guys fully enjoying the night, he'd feel accomplished, glad everyone is having a good time

💎 "i'm always down to help you out, okay, babes? just let me know and i will do whatever i can."

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[heavenwontbethe-same]

Frankly, seeing how little people are talking about the taylor swift-m*tty healy thing on here is quite disappointing. I'm not even going to start about m*tty because if I do, I won't be able to stop, so I'll be talking about taylor's role in all of this.

Taylor is someone who has been in the industry for well over a decade and obviously has a lot of media training and media literacy. She is a woman who is not seen publicly if she does not want to be seen. So for her to be seen publicly so soon after the break up was announced, to be seen publicly with friends and then them mass unfollowing joe, the timing of these announcements after all the tickets were sold and she made her millions, her choice of surprise songs and her reactions to specific lines during them, reads very much as a ploy to get the criticism off of her and play victim. Of course, none of us were privy to their relationship, as it should be, so no one knows what happened between them. But joe has never publicly spoken about it, nor does it look like he ever will.

Taylor also has a history of cheating: on calvin with tom, on tom with joe, and now it seems on joe with m*tty. It doesn't look like she ever imagined the backlash against him to be so severe, regardless of the fact that his multiple offenses are wide spread and just a quick google search away. And taylor obviously spends a lot of time on the Internet if she knows about "mother is mothering" and snow on the beach not having enough lana, so she is obviously also coming across content criticising not only m*tty but also her for her complicitness in his behaviour and exactly why it is harmful and hurtful to marginalised communities and her fans within them. It wouldn't be a stretch to assume that her behaviour since the break up announcement has been pr move after pr move to shift the blame onto joe, implying that he cheated with the surprise song choices, pushing the narrative that he was uncomfortable with her level of fame, to make people focus on that, because she knew parading m*tty around would bring criticism her way. She surely thought that saying that this is the happiest she has been in all aspects of her life after ending a 6+ year long relationship and being publicly romantically attached to a raging racist, antisemite, islamophobe, sexist would get the heat off of her, because people are quick to overlook anything negative concerning her and not hold her accountable. This is not me hating on her, this is holding her actions accountable, and you are not a bad fan if you do. But you cannot go around making literal documentaries talking about how you want to stand on the right side of history, about activism and feminism, to then just go and never address anything regarding any of those topics again.

The fact that she is publicly dating a man that goes against everything she has claimed to care about, that she refuses to address all of the harmful things he has said and done, not only shows that she doesn't care about her marginalised groups of fans, but also endorses his actions. As taylor said herself, she wants to be defined by the things that she loves. So if she loves m*tty, then you damn well know what that makes her.

[kairos99]

Happy N7 Day everyone!

I wanted to do something for this day and had a Shakarian fanfic collecting dust for ages. I thought I could finish it for today, but unfortunately I only managed to get it halfway done. Still, it's been literal years since I've posted a fanfic on the internet and I wanna chuck this bit to the void godammit, so that's what I'm gonna do. I'll (hopefully) get the other part done and post the entire thing when it's finished.

EDIT: the finished fic's in this blog post

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Garrus can't concentrate. Calibrating the new Thannix cannon, an activity that should've taken him ten minutes, was taking him twice as long because he kept forgetting which tasks he'd already run and making extremely stupid mistakes. It's a damn miracle he doesn't activate the weapon by accident and blow a hole clean through the Normandy. When he's finally done, he sets a reminder on his omnitool to do it all over again after dinner because he's not sure he didn't make things worse by accident. 

The most frustrating part is that things should be better now. Which, in a way, they are. The biggest one being he no longer feels self-loathing tearing him up from the inside every second of the day; now it's once every hour or so. Sure, it's not perfect, but it's a hell of an improvement in comparison. 

Yet there he is, failing something as simple as calibrating a gun. He could do that at his lowest, but now it seems his wits have run away from him even for such an easy task. All because of Shepard. 

Back on Omega, when his mind had been shredded by grief and hanging onto his sanity by a thread, body chock full of stims and single-mindedly focused on survival, watching her appear on the scope and tear apart the mercs sent to kill him had been nothing short of a religious experience. He’d wondered if he’d already died and she’d been sent to pick him up. But there’d be no reason to kill the mercs if that was the case, his delirious mind had reasoned, so maybe she’d been sent to save him: an angel of destruction, a spectre of death raining down punishment upon the evils of this galaxy. 

And she’d called him Archangel. 

He’d eventually found the truth, once he was safe on the new Normandy. She’d indeed died, but was resuscitated by Cerberus and tasked to end the Collectors. Another myth brought back to life. Then he’d merely thought himself lucky and offered his assistance before she could even ask for it. Her relief when he'd done that had been palpable, even as she inquired after his injuries and suitability for duty. Yes, his face hurt something ugly, but he’d worked well under worse conditions and most of the damage would heal soon enough. 

Besides, it’s not like I have anything better to do, he’d said. Judging by the twist in her mouth, she’d caught his hidden meaning. I have nowhere else to go. Will you be okay? She’d asked. As if being with her wasn’t the best reprieve he could think of after the hell he’d gone through. He might worry if he were working under anyone else, but with Shepard in charge, he could rest from the burden of leadership and trust his time and skills were being used for a good cause. It’s one of the many things he liked about her: despite their disagreements, he knew he could trust her to make the right calls. 

He’d been almost right. Going on missions kept him somewhat distracted from what’d happened in Omega and made them spend time together after two years of separation. He'd meant to use the opportunity to catch up, see if she’s changed from before her death, be there for her as a friend and confidante in these uncertain times. 

But the death of his squad had been fresh back then, an open wound undergoing an infection that planted its roots deep in his mind. When he wasn’t working, he thought about them. Constantly. He thought about their friends and families, who’d trusted him to keep them safe. He thought about how they trusted him to keep them safe, how brilliant and righteous and good they all were, how he’d pushed them to their limits for the sake of his own goals, how he’d refused them a vacation when they’d asked for it. 

Mostly, he thought about the only member who was still alive. The one who’d escaped. The one who’d betrayed them all. 

Every hour his mind came up with a new way of grieving them, a new way of blaming Sidonis, a new way of blaming himself. His dreams were no better. His team gazed at him disapprovingly while Sidonis taunted him and killed his squad over and over again, and he wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop him. 

He became distant, sequestering in the forward batteries and forcing Shepard to come to him in order to talk. He was present for his duties, but not much else. Two years apart, and he barely made the effort to reconnect. He hated himself for it, which did nothing but add to the cycle of pain and misery. 

It wasn't long till he told her what happened and his plan to correct matters. He knew she wouldn’t like it, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Sidonis betrayed his trust and got his teammates killed. As far as he was concerned, Sidonis was a dead man. 

Then, the day came to exact his judgment on the man. Despite not agreeing with him, Shepard had been, as always, the perfect partner. She’d helped him find his target and did what she could to keep him from going on the deep end. Thinking about how he’d acted back then made hot shame creep up his neck. He’d just been so angry. 

And the one time she’d actively gone against his wishes, she’d done it for him. To give him the answers he truly needed. And by doing so, she’d inadvertently been the one to get his head out of his ass and make him see, with painful clarity, where he was headed to. 

The rifle’s getting warm in his hands. Sidonis’ head is in his scope, but so is Shepard’s, and she’s blocking his shot. She shouldn’t be, but she is, and she’s talking to Sidonis and ruining all of his carefully laid plans. He’s angry and sweating and ready to pull the trigger the second his target moves. 

So what if the mercs caught and threatened Sidonis? So what if he didn't want to do it? He still got his squad killed. When things got tough, he chose the easy way out like a coward and left them all to die. He was responsible, he was at fault, he'd been the one who deserved to die. 

Shepard says something, but he doesn't catch it over the blood rushing through his head. Sidonis starts to move to the right, and she follows to block his shot. It's not a perfect blockade however; if he can time it right, there's a good chance he'll land the shot without hurting her. Time slows down, he's a mere millisecond away from pulling the trigger until he stops. 

Wait.

His eyes widen as his actions catch up to him. The opportunity passes by; Sidonis leans over a railing and Shepard's head covers his completely. 

Did he just… 

Was he willing to risk Shepard’s life in order to fulfill his revenge? His only friend in the galaxy? The only person who’d stood by him in this crazy plan of his? Who’d saved him from his mistakes and listened to him during his lowest and cared despite it? The one he cared about so deeply he’d take ten more rockets to the face to protect? Was he willing to gamble her life to finish Sidonis’? 

Horror chokes his throat. He can do nothing but listen to the rest of the exchange, helpless and numb. 

Spirits, what had he become?

That's what did it in the end. It wasn't what made him decide not to kill Sidonis; that was a nest of pyjacks he didn't wish to kick again, at least not yet. But without it, he'd have never considered sparing him. He might've done the unthinkable and not just rid the galaxy of its best chance of survival against the Reapers, but also become well and truly friendless. Just thinking about how close he could’ve been to that makes him want to curl up in a ball and never talk to anyone ever again. 

He owes everything to Shepard. For her guidance, her friendship, for being there at his worst and not leaving him to face his demons on his own. Maybe one day he’ll figure out how to thank her for everything she’s done for him. 

But he’ll never tell her what happened during those few milliseconds. He’ll tell her anything, but not that. It’s his burden to bear, and hopefully, if he ever comes close to what he’d done again, the reminder of his actions will be enough to dissuade him from going down that same path. 

What’s important is that he finally feels anchored in the present moment. He no longer feels like his continued existence has been stolen from those who’re no longer living. Maybe he doesn’t need absolute justice to feel at peace with himself. Maybe it’s okay to feel at peace without absolute justice existing in the world. 

Maybe, what he needs is something else. 

With things finally looking up, he thought that maybe life was finally giving him a break for once. 

And then, Shepard had talked to him in the forward batteries and reminded him that as good as she was at being a source of comfort, she could be just as good at being a source of distraction.

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Next, Garrus reflects on his relationship with Shepard and realizes he caught feelings for her, which is a huge revelation for him because he didn't know he could catch feelings for someone not his species. He proceeds to have a full-on sexuality crisis not at all inspired by my own, nope no way, zero, mhm, nada. It gets resolved relatively quickly though, no worries. :)

Thanks for reading! I'd appreciate any encouragement you can send me. It'd go a long way in giving me the motivation to finish this fic.

[theoddcatlady]

What's Inside the Witch's Coffin?

I know people that would literally murder me if they knew I put this on the internet. But I don’t see many other options. If I go straight to the cops odds are I’LL get blamed for what happened to my friends and get thrown straight in jail for a multitude of reasons. And I know at least one of them is alive and I need to find them.

I’m a smuggler. I… come into possession of objects I shouldn’t have and sell it to whatever fat cat wants a new piece for their mantle. The Witch Coffin is probably the biggest thing I was gonna try and sneak into the states, but that was because it was a specific ‘request’. The Witch Coffin was discovered in eastern Europe, and to be honest I’m not sure why the buyer wanted it so damn badly. But hey, me and my crew were gonna get a mil and we figured we might as well try, right?

Theft itself went off without a hitch, but the next day I got picked up for being spotted at the scene. That’s all they had, but I still got kept in lock up for three days. Glad they let me out without a fight in the end but the moment I got back to the hideout I knew something was wrong. I could hear the flies buzzing.

There was so much blood. On the walls, on the ceiling, it looked like a guy just went kaboom while standing in the middle of one of the bedrooms. I found body parts scattered all over the house and the coffin was just… gone. What I saw could make a lesser man wet himself.

One of my crew, Nicole, she left her notebook behind. I always teased her about how she scribbled away in that damn thing every chance she got, but it helped clue me in about what happened

I have to find her. Just in case I can’t, or if I meet the same fate as my buddies, maybe one of you can.

~*~

Item was successfully retrieved. Item is a six by three foot coffin made of a blue gray stone, covered with intricate carvings. The lid depicts a carving of a long haired woman, positioned with her arms spread out with a chain in one hand and the other hand appearing to be clawed. I think she once had a face, but time has worn it away. The sides both depict various tortures and executions- drowning, stoning, being burnt at the stake, hanging, etc.

There is definitely something inside, I hear something rattling about as we dragged it off the truck. Finn keeps bugging us about just ‘taking a peek’ but if he so much as lays a finger on the lid I’m breaking said finger. We cannot deliver damaged goods to a client, that would ruin our reputation.

Not that he could lift the lid on his own anyway. Damn thing weighs a ton and kid’s a shrimp.

___

Something’s wrong. Rick has been gone over an hour and he was just supposed to duck out real quick for smokes.

This wouldn’t suck so much if he wasn’t the only one who knew how to contact the client. Abe agrees with me that we just need to lay low until Rick comes back. Finn’s nervous but he doesn’t have the balls to actually bail. He doesn’t know where I stashed our passports anyway.

___

Finn tried to lift the lid. ‘Just for a peek’. And as expected he nearly broke his hand and ended up cutting his palm on one of the sides. Fucking moron.

Abe bandaged him up while I cleaned the coffin up, Finn got some of his blood on it and I didn’t want it to stain. Got most of it off and hopefully the client doesn’t notice anything.

___

Think the heating broke. Abe is taking a look but the temperature dropped from a cozy 70 to a chilly 62. It’s going to get even colder tonight. Time to bundle up and think of those white sand beaches I’ll be vacationing on as I sleep.

___

Wish I had some trazodone left. Having trouble staying asleep. Probably the cold.

Maybe I can get a real prescription when we’re back in the states.

___

Had some strange dreams.

It was like I was walking through a story. Only a member of the audience rather than part of the play.

I saw a woman wearing a flowing, emerald green dress. Her dark hair hid her face from me, but all she was doing was picking various plants and adding them to her basket. Least at first.

Then another woman burst through the undergrowth and fell to her knees. Compared to the woman in the green dress, she looked dirty, simple. I couldn’t understand everything she said, but she kept pointing to the bruise on her face. Looked like someone clocked her good.

The wit woman in the green dress gently took her hands and her voice rung clear as a bell.

‘Come with me, and live joyful and free.’

___

Spiders. I really hate spiders.

There must’ve been a nest in the floor because Finn started screaming and when we ran into the coffin room to tell him to shut his pie hole when we saw the spiders. Big ones, covering the lid of the coffin.

I let Abe deal with that because I have a limit. Tell me to cause a distraction, blow up a truck, steal the crown jewels, I’ll do it. Don’t make me deal with god damn SPIDERS.

___

More fitful sleep just led to more weird dreams. I think my dreams took inspiration from that damn coffin, I swear the woman in green looks just like the carving on the lid.

She was teaching a group of women, least it looked like it. Still couldn’t see her face, but the group ate up her every word. The class was just women, some young as ten or eleven and the oldest looking to be in their seventies.

The woman was picking up certain plants or berries and quietly explaining their uses. Then she pointed to one of the youngest in the front row and asked, ‘Are you ready for your baptism?’

The girl nodded excitedly and the others gave her plenty of space as the woman walked to her. Taking a stone knife from her belt, the woman sliced open a part of her arm and held above the girl’s head.

Scarlet spattered against the girl’s cheeks and tongue before I woke up again. I think I’m staying awake until Rick gets back.

___

Still cold as hell. I’m going to kill Rick if the reason he’s been gone so wrong is because he hit it off with some hooker.

___

Breaking News: Big ole Abe is actually scared of something. Snakes.

Went to go check on the coffin and much to both our surprise there were three big ole guys just curled up on top. Abe screamed like a little girl and ran out of the room. They weren’t even a poisonous variety.

I don’t even know how they got to the coffin because they were sleepy with cold when I picked them up. Coffin itself is even colder. Like touching ice.

Tossed all their scaly butts outside. I wonder if I should tell Abe I once owned a ball python. ___

I must be on edge from the cold. Abe managed to get a lil fire going in the fireplace but I swear to God I saw a shadow while we were all trying to warm up near it. Like a shadow in the hallway. Like of someone heading to the coffin.

I bolted for the hall and back to the coffin room, but no one was there. No one in the rest of the house either and we searched attic to basement. Finn kept teasing me about being paranoid but Abe told me it was all right. When he was still in the army and was patrolling late one night he nearly shot up a bush thinking it was an insurgent. When you’re tired and anxious, it’s natural to see things in the dark.

___

It’s now 55 degrees in the house and dropping. Another five it’ll be the same outside and inside. I was built for Florida. Not this.

___

Found another snake in the coffin room, curled up in the corner. Didn’t recognize the species and Google isn’t telling me squat so I’m not gonna screw with it. I shall call him Herbert. Abe thinks we should call him Satan.

Finn called me paranoid earlier but he is even worse. He thinks the snake came from inside the coffin. Bitch the damn thing has a lid that’s probably over a hundred pounds. Not to mention it fits so well with the box itself a flea probably couldn’t wiggle out.

___

Maybe Finn was right to be paranoid.

I saw more shadows and started searching the house again. I swear I saw someone walking up and down the fucking hallway and I had to be sure. Finn went with me up to the second floor. Still teasing but I was glad not to be alone.

On the way down the stairs Finn suddenly just went flying down, head over heels. Landed on his arm at the bottom and I heard one nasty crunch.

Abe managed to put it in a sling but we can’t go for real help. Not now. We can’t have anyone become suspicious of us. Cops are still on high alert about the Witch Coffin going missing.

I hope that’s not what happened to Rick. Idiot.

___

50 degrees. So freaking tired.

___

I’m officially spooked. This isn’t the first time I’ve transported artifacts. Hell this isn’t even my first time transporting something from a grave.

But the shadows are whispering and the guys can hear them too. I enter a room and I can hear a soft voice. To me it’s just that. Muttering. But the moment Abe or Finn gets in the room that voice turns… Angry. Cold.

I don’t believe in ghosts. I don’t believe in ghosts.

It’s officially colder in the house than it is outside.

___

I don’t know how I fell asleep it’s so fucking COLD and the shadows are getting louder. I can’t make out what they’re saying but I know they’re saying something.

My latest dream. I don’t understand it.

The witch’s house is on fire. All her students are dead. Heads cut off.

The witch herself kneels before a mob. Her chest is full of arrows, her throat has been cut, her legs are broken in so many places… but her wounds still continue to flow with blood and she’s not fucking dying.

I finally catch a glimpse of her face as two men drag her to a box- no not a box. The coffin. She can’t be any older than eighteen. She is just a scared little girl who just wanted to live life in peace with her friends. She doesn’t know why she has these gifts. She doesn’t know why she can’t die. All she knows is that all her friends are now dead and it is her fault.

They throw her in the coffin and before the lid is placed on I hear her scream.

We have to let her out.

___

We are opening the Witch’s Coffin. There are these weird snakes everywhere and spiders are spinning webs of ice. It’s cold enough that I can see my fucking breath.

The coffin itself is bleeding. I thought it was just left over from where Finn cut himself but there is blood dripping from other parts of the coffin now. Parts he didn’t touch.

It is time to free the witch, no matter the consequences.

___

Rick, if you find this, your passport is under the sink in the basement bathroom. Get out of the country. Run for your life.

We opened the coffin and I thought for a second all that was left was bones. Dry. Dusty bones.

Then the lid cracked. Blood began seeping from the bones. Muscles, veins, organs, skin all grew back. The witch’s hair sprouting from her new scalp, growing until it nearly reached her ankles in length.

Then her eyes shot open. Her colorless eyes.

But she could see well enough to lunge at Finn.

Her fingers grew claws and shredded through him like he was tissue paper. He didn’t stand a chance. She ripped off his head and I saw her stick her hand up his neck when Abe tackled her, screaming at me to run. Run as fast as I could.

I hid in the basement. I prayed for God to have mercy on my soul.

But the Witch hasn’t killed me.

When she got to the basement, she was soaked in blood and cradling Abe’s head in her arms. I shut my eyes and prayed she would make it quick.

She sat beside me, stroking Abe’s fluffy hair.

Then I heard Abe’s voice.

“How am I not dead?”

I opened my eyes to look at his head. The Witch had pressed two of her fingers to his lips. His eyes flicked around and his face was frozen in pure terror.

The Witch spoke, her voice strangely younger than I imagined it would be.

“Because. After consuming the other man’s brain, I realized I would need you and the woman. Simple knowledge isn’t enough to survive in such a startling and new world.” She turned her pale gaze on me. Slitted pupils seemed to sprout from the center of her eyes as they focused on me.

“Help me and I give this man a new body.”

She’s in the shower now, not even a foot away from me. Take away the eyes she does look normal enough. Abe’s head can’t talk without her magic, but he’s sentient. I can see the fear in his eyes.

I don’t know if she will actually keep to her word but that’s all I have to go off of.

Rick, please, save us.

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Know Thy Enemy Part Two

Summary: There’s always two sides to every coin

Warnings: mentions of a boxing match, swearing

A/N: this has been sitting in my drafts quite literally for two whole years from my previous blog. Tags are open if y’all are interested. Please reblog if y’all like this.

Pairing: eventual mobster!boxer king Steve rogers x “college student reporter” reader.

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She nearly dropped her clipboard as she noticed the boxing champion strutting over to her. She slapped her friend’s arm in an attempt to look casual. Rolling his eyes, Scott straightened in his chair and nodded to Steve as he stood in front of the pair.

“I’m going to assume no introduction is needed on my end?” He introduced, a curl pulling at the corner of his mouth. “What paper are the pair of you writing for? I’d like to know for my own privacy."

“The Daily Tribune.” The pair said in unison causing Steve to chuckle.

“I can give you one hour of my time today. I’m a busy man.” Steve bargained, holding up a single finger to emphasize his point. “I cant promise you’ll get many answers from me, however."

“Can we go somewhere a little more...private?” Scott asked, tapping his pen on the bartop, nervously glancing around the setting around them.

Steve glanced up at Gamora before returning his gaze at the pair. “There’s an office upstairs we can use; I’d just need to grab the key from the bartender.”

Scott and y/n nodded in an exhilarated rush. Neither of them could believe their luck at how easily Steve was willing to talk to them.

Steve walked off, practically hearing the squealing in their motions as they silently cheered in excitement. “Let me get your office key?” He requested from Gamora once he stood in front of her as she polished off a glass, looking bored as ever.

Curiously, She looked over his shoulder before rolling her eyes and unclipping her keychain from her belt loop and handing it over. “Don’t lose it."

“Me? Lose? Oh, ‘Mora. You have no faith in me.” He winked and blew her a kiss before walking away, and motioning for the pair of reporters to follow him.

In a scurry, the pair grabbed their items and followed the man through a set of doors behind the counter and up the tight stairwell before walking down a short corridor and into a large office down the far end of the walkway.

The excitement radiating from the college kids nearly caused Him to chuckle as they entered the small office. “Please, take a seat.” Steve offered as he closed the door for privacy. The pair hurried to take a seat in front of the desk and readied their pen and clipboard. Steve leaned against the desk and smiled sweetly at them. “Okay, start.” He pointed at Y/N.

“Um,” she blinked at the sudden attention he’d given her. “How does it feel to win almost every match you fight in?”

With a twinkle in his eye, he let out a soft chuckle. “Like I damned well deserve it."

“Because you do.” Scott spoke up, looking like a deer caught in headlights once Steve turned his ficus onto him.

“Damn right I do.”

“Were your parents fighters as well?” She asked. “Or did you just pick it up as a hobby to pass time? What made you want to be a boxer? How did you start out in the ring? There’s very little information on your early career on the internet."

Shrugging, he thought about his answer; he knew better than to speak on his business too much. “A friend from childhood pursued me into it. After a year or so, I fell in love with the thrill, the bloodshed and the feeling of hearing bones cracking underneath my fists."

“Do you ever think of retiring or giving up the belt?” Scott asked, looking down once Steve turned his gaze to him.

“No.” He answered. “That word isn’t in my vocabulary- at least not at the moment."

“Who would you consider your toughest opponent?” She asked.

He thought for a long moment before deciding, “he called himself the God of Thunder; met him in the ring once, early on in my career."

“Wasn’t that Odinson?” Scott asked, scrunching his face in thought. “That man who retired because he became blind in one eye a few years ago?”

Steve nodded. “I almost lost the belt that year because of him."

Scott whistled in wonder while she couldn’t stop watching his movements. He was swift and agile- even the way he breathed seemed different than other people she interviewed. He seemed cocky, yet polite in all the right ways. He held himself to an important degree. Someone was off about him. She knew it.

“There’s whispers on the street that you know the mysterious man who runs this city.” She worded carefully, posing her pen above the paper. “The man nobody has seen or heard from in years."

“Nobody knows the man who runs the city, kid.” He scoffed. “He has it set like that for a reason. It would have been all over the news if his identity was discovered. He’s a clever man, if I say so myself."

She pouted as Scott wrote rapidly on his board.

“The hour is up, kids.” Steve smiled as he glanced at his watch on his left wrist for emphasis.

She pouted once more but nodded in understanding, only partially satisfied with the questions. Steve smiled at the pair as he escorted them out of the room and back to the bar, handing over the keys to Gamora with a swift kiss to her cheek. “You’re a doll.” He mumbled to her with a wink before he met with Bucky’s exasperated looks.

“Should have invited them over to join us!”

Steve chuckled before throwing down a large bill on the counter and beckoning Bucky to follow him out of the place before making his way to the car once more. “It wouldn’t have been a bad idea now. Would it?” He smirked as he pulled onto the street and made his way through the streets, shushing Bucky as he dialled Bruce Banner’s number with the Bluetooth set up in the car.

“Banner.”

“Nice match earlier, Rogers.” Bruce grunted. The pair of them heard shuffling of paper. Bruce was no doubt counting out bills.

“I’m on my way over.” Steve reported. “I would have been sooner but I got caught up in some interview for some college paper.”

“College paper?” Bruce’s surprised voice rang out.

“A couple of kids, it looked like.” Bucky reiterated. “Steve’s a fool, I told him. They said something about The Daily Tribune or whatever horse shit it had been.”

“It was something fun.” Steve shrugged as he pulled up to Bruce’s mansion. “I’ll see you inside, Banner.” He hung up the phone and stood out of the car with Bucky close on his heels.

“What if this shit gets out that you’re doing petty interviews now?” Bucky scolded. “You’re insane for that. People would pay good money to have five minutes alone with you.”

Steve laughed it off, widening his arm over Bucky’s shoulder before rubbing his hand on the dark haired man’s head. “You’re thinking too much, bubba. Have some fun and loosen up. Who knows? Maybe I’ll have a few more fans around here if that interview gets published; more fans means more money for the business.”

“You’re a fool.” Bucky grimace, pulling out of Steve’s grip as they reached Bruce’s office.

“Boys!” Bruce greeted, standing up from behind his desk and walking over to them. “What brings you here?”

“The money.” Steve answered, reaching behind him and pulling out the wad of cash he had stashed tucked under his shirt before he left the arena. “I still owe you a few hundred.”

“You have one more month.” Bruce reminded him.

“I wouldn’t dream of missing our deal.”

Bucky looked at the devilish glare Bruce held firmly on his face before turning to look at Steve. He knew Steve would never have that amount of money in such a short amount of time. Hell, Wilson couldn’t even conjure up that amount in such a timeframe. He knew Bruce was plotting. But he wouldn’t dare call out the man in such a way. Bruce was demonic like that; the man held a terrible anger and begone those who stood in his path.

The only reason Steve owed the man money in the first place was due to Steve trying to keep a low profile as he started training for boxing matches. Bruce loaned him an obnoxious amount of cash so Steve could continue to entertain in the ring. Most of Steve’s winnings went directly to Bruce. Bucky didn’t approve. But he knew Steve would never listen to him. So he just sat in the background during these exchanges. He wouldn’t get involved too much in their dance routine.

“Same time next week?” Bruce prompted as Steve and Bucky begun to leave the office.

“There’s no fights next week.” Steve answered, creasing his brows in thought as he turned at the waist up look at Bruce’s smug smirk.

“What d’you say I arrange a match with Odinson one last time?” Bruce smiled wickedly. “Old times sake, you know?”

Bucky tugged on Steve’s sleeve to get him out of there before he agreed. “Sure thing.” Steve agreed, causing Bucky to groan out loud.

Bruce nodded and grabbed his cell phone before waving them out of the office.

“Are you fucking insane?” Bucky snapped as soon as the men were safely back inside the care. “Odinson almost killed you the first time you met him. What the fuck are you doing?”

“It’s going to be the fight of the year.” Steve smiled. “I know there won’t be a damn soul in this city who would want to miss their chance to bet on it. I can handle him.”

“He’s going to kill you.” Bucky warned. “Banner is already plotting it. Or did you just happen to miss the sadistic look on his face?”

Steve shrugged. “Want lunch?”

PART THREE

[theflikchic]

English Major Rereads Harry Potter to See If It's "Actually Bad and I Just Have Nostalgia" As The Internet Says Pt 1: Chamber and Filch You Good?

What is going on with the frog brains.

Okay before I explode into thoughts: we GOTTA talk about the humour (I promise it's related). Because it is genuinely well-played. Some of the chapter endings are a little choppy and standard-kids book-like. But when Ron says that a teacher "would have to be really thick" and then the next chapter starts with Lockhart? Freaking hilarious. (Ron's wit is so much more hardcore than I remember. Guy takes NO prisoners and is the ACTUAL smart one, hot take).

But much of the humour is derived from nonsense. Not a bad thing, just how it is. Basically, the narrator will describe the world during jumps in time: what the characters have been up to and the locations the characters are in as well, as what non-main characters have been doing in order to give Hogwarts a more homey feel. Not always necessary but it works. And sometimes it comes back for the plot. Ex. Fred and George blowing up the salamander introduces the firecracker for Harry to use in Potions.

BUT this type of description hits- my goodness- it hits DIFFERENT as an adult because the humour which is literally just "weird description of something, move on" is just whack nonsense and leaves me with so many freaking questions. Like, "ha ha the ghosts are playing Head Hockey". As a kid, you're like "haha the ghosts are playing Head Hocket" and now I'm like "THE GHOSTS ARE PLAYING HEAD HOCKEY?? ELABORATE???" It's funny, it works, but DAMN is it weird.

And right now, I'm hung up on: Why tf is Filch cleaning up frog brains in the dungeon with the fking FLU?

Like, as a child, I just accepted this moment. That Filch is both sick and upset because a bunch of third years splattered frog brains on the dungeon ceiling and that is what is important to the plot. It's just Hogwarts being funny and quirky! The end! But NOW I'm like- like- I have SO SO many questions.

1) What the actual hell were those third years DOING? I'm assuming making potions since it was in the dungeon. So-

2) Why tf is SNAPE not doing anything about it? Man LIVES down there and doesn't he teach Potions to, like, literally EVERYONE? The book describes how there's a bunch of staff and students with colds (to set up how Ginny is looking "peaky" from being possessed, nice little foreshadowing), is he sick too?! But wouldn't he have Pepperup Potion? Why is SNAPE not fixing this?!

3) Was it a prank? Were these dumb kids just "guys being dudes" or something and blew up a bunch of frogs? Again, if so, how tf is Snape not on their cases? They're IN THE DUNGEONS.

4) Okay, new angle. Maybe they AREN'T in class and just studying downstairs. Explains how Nick and Filch knew they were third-years. I still need to know: Where is Snape.

5) So Snape is unavailable (current situation) or just not wanting to clean up (doesn't seem much like him, usually he'd make the students do it or just magic it away) and there's only Filch- who has the fucking FLU?! Where is HIS Pepperup Potion?! What happens if the man HURLS? You gonna make him clean that up too?!

This leads me to the next big question. Aside from how Filch's office apparently smells like fried fucking fish (i'm SORRY?! HOW WHY), I'm really starting to wonder...wtf is going on with Filch at ALL?

Narratively for the second book, he's important. He introduces the concept of squibs (a very complex and...strange thing that I shan't get into here), introduces Harry's really powerful ability to have empathy, adds another antagonistic adult party to the staff, and works as a background character to flesh out the environment. But STILL.

Why is this guy with no magic cleaning up magic nonsense?! Why was he hired at all?? What dirt does Dumbledore have on him? Is it just cuz Dumbledore feels bad for him? Oh, you feel bad, Dumbledore? Where's the man's Pepperup Potion?!

I don't think Filch's past being neglected is really a flaw. I think it works well with his character being this gross, mysterious, pathetic (in both sense of the word) man who is every kid's worst fear without the moral complexity (like Snape). As of right now in Chamber, he's an idea (Joker voice) while still being a character. I don't think that's bad, it is a very standard idea for kids books, especially British ones like Roald Dahl. Filch is effective as an idea.

I just didn't realize I'd be thinking so seriously of him as an adult. And that Harry Potter is...like...kind of absurdist fantasy?! Huh?!

[yveaart]

how to lose a guy in 10 days !! csc (teaser)

choi seungcheol x reader

genre : fluff, smut, enemies to lovers, jealousy (?), fake relationship, bets (yk how the movie goes), profanities

synopsis : you had to prove to your friends that you could easily make a guy lose interest within a week, having no interest in indulging yourself in a relationship after your past ones. all those relationships led you to narrow down a list on how to make a guy sick of you. you had all the card in your hands and seems like you don’t get to play it.

warnings : mdni, proceed with causion bc this is my first actual svt fic it might be shitty. not proofread lol

it was another slow day at work when you sat down at your desk and sighed. all your work mates and friends seems to confide in your reaction but your circle knew that this sigh wasn’t a “damn-im-so-stressed-and-sick-of-work-sigh” for them it was more of a “wow-life-is-hectic-its-almost-making-me-want-a-man”

and just like clockwork their brains clicked and hovered over your cubicle. poor u so startled that you almost gagged on your coffee.

“what?” you shooted

“are we gonna meet boyfriend number 13?” karina said in a sing song voice

“more like fling number 17?” sakura retorted

“maybe a first situationship since she haven’t experienced one yet” yunjin said curiously

“jesus christ i’ve had that much men and i’m not gay yet?” you said surprised

“maybe you just need a new set up?” yunjin asked

“like what doggy style?” karina questioned

“not like that you idiot” sakura glared

“maybe i’m just meant to end up in a church and dedicate my life to holiness” you huffed

“please you would burn the moment you step in a cathedral” sakura laughed

“well i just know how every relationships end, it’s almost like completing all endings for a video game, its predictable and cliche” you sighed

“let’s welcome fling number 17 then” karina announced

“i’m too tired for just fucks you know? it won’t take long before i actually get infection and i turn into a zombie and bite you all from all these stupid ideas” you rolled your eyes at your friends.

right now you just actually need to see if theres a guy out there in the world who could actually commit and actually accept a persons flaws out of love.

all too cheesy but you would like to find a partner who would find no flaws in you and probably just call them your little unique antiques that they can live with.

you were so sick on seeing tutorials or manifestation hacks on the internet because does anyone genuinely love each other anymore? all these “how to become a maneater”, “how to make them dream of you”, “how to make him fall in love using a potion” bullshit got you sick of people now.

why did god even create men to accompany themselves if they’re preferences and expectations are for the deities taste themselves.

“OH MY GOD I GOT IT!” yunjin screamed making all your peers look over to your area

“what is it?” you asked dying for a solution

“what if you meet a guy and just unfling him?” she said as if there was a light bulb above her head

“yall need to make her stop doing overtime” sakura deadpanned

“NOO, like you’re talking all these commitment things all the time then what if you find a random guy and make him not fall in love with you and see if he stays?” she said

“so like i should go out being an annoying red flag and see if he stays?” you giggle but it all went away when all your friends kind of agreed because they’re also sick of u having these guy problems already.

“i guess thats not all bad” karina suggests

“you should wear your best outfit tonight because we will find your lucky target then y/nnie” sakura winked at you before discussing the plans with yunjin and karina

it was not long until the night came as you got ready, you scoffed on how stupid this bet is because it’s like you claimed “very predictable and cliche” to lose a guy.

it was then your friends picked you up and pulled up to the bar. a few shots came by as you hustled through the crowd searching for your so called the one. but as you surf through the tables everyone fell short to your friends standards as if it was a big serious thing.

you grew tired, what was the point, you knew your fate then you should probably accept it now.

you drank your last shot for tonight planning your weekend with whole lots of tubs of ice cream until you flinched by karina grabbing your arm.

“him” she said, audible enough for the three of you to hear. you faced the guy she was referring to as all the noice fade into the background blur hearing yunjin screech and them clapping happily, your time froze.

the most goddamn, drop dead gorgeous man came to sight.

“isn’t that choi seungcheol?” sakura stating a rhetorical question

“they said no one could ever bag him up” yunjin replied

“ooh sounds like one of y/n’s guys” karina giggled.

“are you up for it then?” sakura challenged you

“please this will probably come by a breeze, so? 100 bucks each?” you winked as the three of them agrees after a total chaos.

“choi seungcheol, let the games begin” you muttered

comment to be included on the taglist !!

[rheiple]

FazShorts

Drabbles

▪︎SUMMARY↦ Ever know what kind of shenanigans do you have to deal with when you're with the famous celestial twin bots?

▪︎CHARACTER/s↦ Sun x Reader x Moon

▪︎WARNING/s↦ Cussing, ooc Sun and Moon on the second Part but it's all for cracc purposes

▪︎WORD COUNT↦ 633; 737; 726

▪︎AUTHOR'S NOTE↦ MY PHONE DIED ON ME SO I COULDN'T POST THIS LAST NIGHT😭😭 Man Im having a bad luck this day rn ☠☠ These Drabbles are in a different timeline (timezone?idfk)and is kind of unedited so I apologize for that🕴

Part I, Part II [Here]

Your Problem, My Problem, Our Problem

"C'mon guys! These aren't bad!"

"Sunny get the fuck away from us."

"Language!"

The sun themed animatronic tried to convince his two best friends... Who are currently hugging each other to death at a corner he trapped them in.

He sighed. Well, it's better than nothing he guessed. This is a much better outcome than he thought it would.

A plan to get you guys to get along.

For the past few weeks, he noticed that you and Moonie were getting rather passive aggressive with each other. And that's not good at all! He doesn't want to see his friends fight all the time!

He knew he needed to stop the conflict between you two, and what better way to make them friends with the use of their  dislikes?

Dangling the cockroach on his right hand and the other holding the mouse, he took a small step forward. "See guys? These aren't harmful!"

You tried to shrink yourself on Moon's chest, whilst the other tried to hide behind your back.

Letting out a shaky sigh, you tried to think of a way to stop Sun from getting any closer.

"S-sunny, Sweetie, Sunshine. I love you, but I swear to God please put them back to where they belong- actually scratch that, get them out of the damn building please."

"But they're just little creatures! And besides, I saw an article on the internet about how they're actually clean!"

You feel Moon shifting behind you. You didn't bother looking back incase the Sun tried to do something without your gaze on him.

The lunar themed animatronic glarad at his counterpart. He started off with a grumble then began speaking properly... as proper as he can you guessed.

"Sunny... You and I both know that those evil fucks came from the shitty ass drain. The drains are connected to the sewers- and do I have to mention that the smelly sewers are one of the most filthy fucking places to ever exit on this planet??"

The sun robot clenched his teeth. He grinned wider, trying to conceal his annoyance.

"Y'know Moonie, my hands are getting kind of sweaty everytime you cuss... They might just slip out of my grasps anytime now!"

"Eat a-"

"-Sunny."

Both turned to put their attention on you.

Looking up at the solar animatronic, you told him, "Sunny.. Please, put them away and let's talk.. I don't know what we did wrong but we're sorry and we don't know how to make it up to you.."

"Starshine.. you and Moonie didn't do anything wrong." 

You furrowed your brows. "What?"

Moon tilted his head to the side, looking at him with confusion. "Then what.. is all this for?"

The sun looked away, putting his hands behind his back. "Well.. You guys weren't getting along for the past few weeks and I got scared! I thought that you guys would end up breaking your friendship because of something and well- I thought this would be a good Idea to make you guys get along!"

"Oh..." Was all you and Moon both said.

You scared your neck, looking rather embarrassed. "We're sorry Sun, we- umm we didn't mean to make you think we hate each other..."

Now it was him who furrowed his mechanic brows. Tilting his head to the side, he asked; "...You guys aren't mad at each other?"

Moon covered his mouth with one hand, looking away. "We.." He lets out a few fake coughs. "We... did something.."

"What something?"

You tugged on Moon's ribbon, a signal to do something before he reacts. "We... we're stressed because.."

"Because..?"

"...We broke your art kit."

...

The sun blankly stared at the both of you.

It wasn't long before he smacked the rat on Moon's face and made the cockroach flew inside your clothes.

Demonic Guardians

'Go back! We aren't suppose to do this! They're going to get mad at us if they caught us!'

"If they caught us."

The moon themed animatronic halted his movement, shrinking himself at the shadow of a building as to not get seen.

You're looking behind you, gazing at nothing. A few minutes passed and you started to walk on your merry way.

He waited, until your a feet away from him and that's where he began his little travel.

The sun tried to force the Moon to go back at the Pizzaplex, opted to wait for you there tomorrow instead of following you to your house.

Yet, with just a few words, he told him something that would distract him with that thought.

"Why wait when we could just follow them to their abode?.. To have them all to ourselves, and to watch over them as no vile creatures will ever lay any harm upon them... You and I are two sides of the same coin, we both missed them dearly after the incident... Surely, waiting for them is not enough now, is it?"

'...'

"..I thought so too."

The sound of jiggling keys both caught their attention. The nighttime attendant hid behind your neighbor's house, waiting for you to go inside safely and to invite himself in.

'What are going to do once you've gotten in?'

"And why do you want to know, Sunny boy?" 

'I don't have to read your mind to know you're going to do something bad.'

The lunar bot snickered. "As if I haven't done anything "bad" in the first place... And why bother asking if you already know?"

'Shh, they're sleeping."

"..Already?"

They look at the window of your living room to see you passed out on the couch, in a... neck breaking position.

'Leaving the curtains open and sleeping in a bad position that the outcome for their posture would be terrible? We'll definitely have to fix that.'

The moon would have teased him for getting too caught up in this just like him, but he was too busy breaking in with by opening the window.

...click!

Quietly, as the skilled guard bot that he is, went inside to your room, closed the window, and finally went his way to you.

He changed your sleeping pose into a comfortable one, and went to get the blanket at your room to cover your darling self from the cold.

..With all that done, he... just sat down and stared at you.

.

.

.

Shifting from side to side, you scratched your head because of how itchy your pillow is being.

This went on a few minutes, until you looked to your side...

To see a shadow of a demon.

Your eyes went wide at this, however you didn't bother moving from your place. You tried to see what it looks like...

It looks, familiar in someway.

The shadow has four triangles on the sides of his round face. It seems to be wearing a hat... And it has four arms.

Now that you think about it, is it really a shadow? You know it's not suppose to look like it's solid and touchable. And as far as you're concerned, a shadow doesn't have pupils.

And with how big it is, you can't ignore the churn of fear in your stomach. However, with the moonlight shining some little parts of your room, it only gave you little comfort.

You assumed that that was your sleep paralysis demon, and well...

You just, stared at it. Until you're tired again and peacefully went back to sleep.

.

.

.

"Hey Sunny." You called for him while wiping a table at the Daycare.

His name coming out of your mouth made him jump onto his core, almost dropping the toys, but he was more concerned with how you lacked... a tone or emotion when you called for him.

He asked. "Y-yes Starshine?"

You did one last swipe at the table, and then proceeded to go on the other. "I think I just have my first sleep paralysis."

"..oh?"

You took the remaining trash on the table. "Yea. And you know what? The sleep paralysis demons looked just like you and Moon combined. It was kind of crazy how real that felt you know."

He nervously laughed, not before replying with. "That's... something.."

"I know right."

'..Moon?'

The second bot hummed inside their shared minds.

'We are never doing that again.'

Make Your Move

Sweeping the floor of your living room, you hummed along to the music on the radio.

Today is nice day to clean the house you thought mindlessly. It was rather a sunny day too, and it feels so lovely that you can't help but blast some music to help you keep intertained.

"Starshinneee! We're finished watering the garden!" Your sunny boyfriend yelled at from the backdoor.

Ah yes, Sun and Moon. You almost forgot they're here in your house for now.

You remembered, one night you were watching a news on the TV about a certain building was burning down. You immediately ran to the said building and saved the boys from "dying".

You chuckled, at the thought of not believing you're still alive with the stupid stunt that you pulled.

But as corny as it sounds, you're glad to see them well and "alive".

That thought alone made your cheeks warmer, you only noticed it now how much impact they have on you.

Shaking your head, you brushed the thought off and answered him back. "Yea Sunny?"

You noticed the music of the radio just ended, and is now playing a short commercial of a phone brand.

The Daycare Attendants peeked their heads at the hallway.

"Hello, Starlight.." The Moon greeted, grinning from ear to ear.

You raised your brow. "Did you do something Moonie?"

Putting his hand on his chest with a faux expression, he leaned onto his Sunny counterpart. "Now is that a way to greet your dear friend? I'm hurt, Starlight."

"Yea? Well why don't you both come in already and help me clean up."

The bots giggled and both took one step inside...

And unfortunately, the commercial ended. And a new song began to play...

The start of the song are 4 drum beats (you don't know what kind of drums) and then the sound of a saxophone..

It's feels.. familiar...

But the music.. it's... intimate.. too intimate.

You've heard this song before. How could you not? You've been on the internet ever since you were like 5. You remembered how they would use it for memes, and not to mention your mom would play this on the speaker whenever she cleans the house.

Ah, this song both brings back memories.

And right now, you're betting your sweet ass that in this day you'll be making a new memory with this song, and with your two favorite robots.

'Woah-oh-woah, o-oh~'

The two boys had a shock expression on their face as soon as they noticed how... romantic the song feels.

And if you look closely, you would see a shade of yellow (for Sun)  and blue (For Moon) on their cheeks.

'I feel so unsure

As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor

As the music dies, something in your eyes

Calls to mind a silver screen

And all its sad good-byes'

But, as soon as their shock came, it went away just as quick. Instead replacing it with ... a rather smug look.

They really didn't wanna pass up the opportunity to tease you, don't they?

'I'm never gonna dance again

Guilty feet have got no rhythm

Though it's easy to pretend

I know you're not a fool~'

Sunny was the first one to speak up, putting a hand on his mouth to try and cover up his laughter. "My Starshine, are you suggesting something? You sure are bold with your moves there, Sunshine~"

Immediately hearing that, you pointed accusingly at the both of them. "You- I didn't do any of this! You guys literally saw me do nothing to the radio!"

'I should've known better than to cheat a friend

And waste the chance that I'd been given

So I'm never gonna dance again

The way I danced with you, oh'

The lunar bot puts his hands on his hips. Wiggling his brows at you. "Are you sure you didn't planned this Starlight?... Or perhaps the radio is helping you make your move?.. I certainly wouldn't waste the opportunity if I were you~"

You took a pillow from the couch and threw it at them,  distracting them with it while you dashed to your room to avoid the teasing.

But the last sentence that Moon said made you think of it for a second.. what the hell does he mean by that?

[mrshamada-dorian]

idia (accidentally) tries an edible

i wanna start off by saying thank y'all for showing love on this series. im actually very insecure about my writing and it took alot for me to start posting my stuff on tumblr so the fact that y'all mess with this series makes me feel more a bit more confident. also if you have any ideas for who i should do next let me know. leona ver. adeuce ver. azul ver.

cw; drugs, tagging nonconsensual drugging just in case

it was another day for you and idia to hang out.

you two had managed to come to an agreement that you two would take turns planning the hangout since you didn't want everytime you hung out together to be in an enclosed space and even the world ending wouldn't drag idia out his room.

today was idia's turn and of course you spend it how idia's turn normally goes, in his room playing games and watching movies ( or anything else you prefer as long as it ain't no normie shit ).

well everything was almost normal...

something was off... about you to be exact.

he noticed the moment you got here. your eyes were droopy and red and you were kinda slow on the uptake. which, of course, isn't like you ( otherwise idia would not be hanging out with your slow ass ).

idia wanted to bring it up to you, but he didn't want you to know that he was paying that much attention to you. he wasn't THAT much of a weirdo...

so he decided not to. if you weren't hurting anybody or yourself then he wouldn't be too worried.

everything was fine for the first few hours. just the taking turns picking movies and beating you in video games. idia would admit that he was having fun.

but then you got a call from ace. you excused yourself out of the room so you could talk in private.

as you got up, a little baggie fell out of your pocket and landed conveniently next to his. when idia looked over at it, he noticed it was full of gummies. he immediately knew where you got it.

wait wait wait before you say anything, he wasn't stalking you. he just so happen to see you from his tablet as you received it from another classmate.

idia wasn't dumb, he knew that these weren't regular gummies. he's heard about edibles and weed (he's on the internet all the damn time so of course he's heard), but that's about it. he's never tried it himself nor was he given the opportunity.

his mind was wondering to how that guy got weed on campus when you came back in his room telling him you had to run to heartslabyul real quick before riddle managed to collar both grim and ace for eating his tart. if idia were you, he would've let them get collared and stayed here. but he knew that that wasn't the type of person you were.

after a quick hug and an even quicker "i'll be right back.", you left like the wind.

and now idia was alone. not a problem, you’d be back in couple minutes. so he’ll just spend this time catching up on his single player games until you get back.

a couple minutes passed and you still weren’t back. again no problem, but he was getting a little bored waiting for you. so he did what every bored introverted person does and started snacking. he grabbed a few of his gummies and ate them. expect the gummies tasted a little weird. idia instinctively looked down and noticed some of your gummies were missing and immediately connected the dots.

he could’ve shit his pants right there.

idia started to freak out. of course his bad luck would extent to him eating your weed gummies on accident.

he didn’t really know what to do. so he quickly grabbed his phone ( maybe a bit too quickly cause he almost dropped it ) and called you. it took you a moment to answer. your side of the phone sounded so chaotic with riddle screaming in the background and you attempting to calm everything down. you couldn’t even talk to him right away with you playing mediator and everything. yet you managed to get trey to take over a bit so you could take your phone call. 

honestly you sounded so stressed when you finally said hello. he almost didn’t want to make it worst. 

but he needed you to get back NOW.

idia told you that, but you told him he had to wait since you had something else you were already doing.

he didn’t really like that answer. maybe because normally you’d drop everything and hurry over and this time you didn’t. you really spoil him sometimes...

anyways you told him to wait so he’ll have no choice but to wait... yayyy...

so idia just sat in silence, knees to chest, waiting for you come back.

it took longer than expected, but when you finally got there, idia was hiding under his covers. he wasn’t moving so it kinda worried you. you approached him and slowly lifted the covers and revealed a stuck blue boy staring off into space. his eyes were bloodshot and wide. he slowly turned his head to you with a pleading look in his eye.

a teasing chuckle fell from your lips. you had a feeling what was going on. you ran your fingers through his hair ( which was turning a little pink at this point ).

“so,” your teasing smile grew. idia knew where this was going. “how many did you take?”

“shut up.”

[yhamh]

Writing Prompts Inspired by Taylor Swift

Collection of lyric prompts

“Like we were in Paris”

“Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur”

“That was the night I nearly lost you”

“I’m still trying everything to get you laughing at me”

“And you know damn well for you I would ruin myself”

“Who could ever leave me, darling?”

“Never be so clever you forget to be kind”

“I think your house is haunted”

“I had a marvelous time ruining everything”

 “I don’t want to miss you like this”

 “Friends break up”

 “You’re the hero flying around”

 “Drunk on this pain”

 “Don’t want no other shade of blue but you”

 “I didn’t like the ending”

 “What should have been you”

 “Is it too soon to do this yet?”

 “This night is flawless”

 “I’m really gonna miss you picking fights with me”

 “Been saying yes instead of no”

 “I knew everything when I was young”

 “Lights are off”

 “I can make the bad guys good for a weekend”

 “Got a long list of ex-lovers”

 “Say you’ll remember me”

 “You made a really deep cut”

 “The 1950s shit they want from me”

 “One day I’ll watch as you’re leaving”

 “Broke his heart cause he was nice”

 “And by the way, I’m going out tonight”

 “They ask, ‘Do you have a man?’”

 “I’ve been scheming like a criminal”

 “None of it was accidental”

 “They see right through me”

 “My heart’s been borrowed and yours has been bruised”

 “Taking shots at me like it’s Patron”

 “Stealing hearts and running off”

 “Burton to this Taylor”

 “He looks up grinning like a devil”

 “We’ll make it out of this mess”

 “Did the love affair maim you too?”

 “Maybe I asked for too much”

 “I’m still a believer”

 “Lovelorn and nobody knows”

 “In a world of boys he’s a gentleman”

 “I didn’t like the ending”

 “Meet me at midnight”

 “I’d be saved by a perfect kiss”

 “I’m the problem, it’s me”

 “I wanted that pain”

 “Weird but fucking beautiful”

 “Lately she’s been dressing for revenge”

 “Did you leave her house in the middle of the night?”

 “Wear the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man”

 “Now I’m All For You like Janet”

 “I thought that it would kill me but it didn’t”

 “No rules”

 “For you I would ruin myself”

 “The joke’s not funny at all”

 “The stars in your eyes shined brighter in Tupelo”

 “A tiny screen’s the only place I see you now”

 “What must it be like to grow up that beautiful”

 “Were there clues I didn’t see”

 “You heard the rumors from Inez”

 “You’ll be made of ashes, too”

 “And there’s a lot of cool chicks out there”

 “Guess it was a lawless land”

 “Heartbreak is the national anthem”

 “Trying to find a part of me that you didn’t touch”

 “The note on the polaroid picture”

 “Please don’t be in love with someone else”

 “You can make me a drink”

 “Is it chill that you’re in my head”

 “It used to be mad love”

 “This is our house, we make the rules”

 “Think about the place where you first met me”

 “I’ve been the prey”

 “Make fun of our exes”

 “Love made me crazy”

 “Since she brought you down”

 “I’m so sick of running as fast as I can”

 “Heartbreakers gonna break”

 “I could feel you sneaking in”

 “I’m getting tired even for a phoenix”

 “In a storm in my best dress”

 “I guess I don’t have a say”

 “I pay the price of what I lost”

 “You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess”

 “Cancel plans just in case  you call”

 “I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you”

 “I’m so furious at you for making me feel this way”

 “It’s you and me, that’s my whole world”

 “You’ve still got it in your drawer even now”

 “I got that good girl faith”

 “The role you made me play of the fool”

 “The lights are so bright but they never blind me”

 “Tried to stalk you on the internet”

 “Was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse?”

 “Your mama don’t know” 

“Walk away and leave me bleeding”

[sondrox]

Through Rocks and Snow Ch. 14 - Mirror Temple Inner Reflection

FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14146784/14/Through-Rocks-and-Snow

AO3: Through Rocks and Snow - Chapter 14

14. Mirror Temple Inner Reflection

Prompt: Pet (Peeves)

This was not what she was supposed to be doing. But then again, what else was she supposed to be doing with her life?

She was not to be lost in between dark and dead-alluring rooms looking for an exit. Not when she had so many places to see and so much to explore. So much options at hand and this was the one thing she chose to do?

Disgusting.

She hated it.

And she hated herself for allowing this to happen.

Things didn’t have to go this way. Things didn’t have to end this way.

And now the best thing she could do was to make catharsis out of scraps.

Hoping one day it will be enough.

If only she could use a fraction of the spite she had for herself into something more useful, maybe she wouldn’t need to prove herself with such ridiculous feat as climbing a mountain, knowing damn well she wouldn’t even bring it up to anyone after she was gone from here. Either alive or dead.

In the end there would be no difference for her and she knew it.

But in the meantime she could only daydream with the day where she could truly rest forever. She accommodated the backpack over her shoulders once more and continued her path.

…

This was uncomfortable. Confined to be in such small space for unbearable amounts of time before he got a chance for real freedom.

Was he always this whiny? Oh but he would stay like that, of course. Had he no better thing to do than lose himself in the lives of others because he didn’t want to fix his own?

What there was to fix when he didn’t even begin to deal with his life in the first place? He knew he had not and still he carried on with a restless itching to keep digging on soft ground with his hands, hoping to find something which justified his efforts to be worth it.

And for what purpose? He knew he was not going to be that one-hit wonder in the internet. At most he was going to be a passing amusement to people behind a screen. Will anyone ever going to look up to him like he looked up to his own idols?

Everything he did was not a masterpiece. All of his work was nothing but the best of the worst in a pile of always-burning trash he always sought to fuel with more and more. He hated the mere thought of not having and he’d have no idea what to do without it and such idea only incited him to go deeper, and deeper, and deeper.

His work was not unique or special. Anyone could replicate what he did and do it even better. This had no meaning. This was not meant to give a message. It was a shout to the void where no one heard him.

He sought to be a timeless masterpiece when all he would end up being was a loss in time.

Just like he was right now trapped in that crystal prison. He could only rest his head against its walls and close his heavy eyes.

…

This was a vile pile of thoughts. That’s was what anyone would say if anyone looked inside her head into her mind.

Still, she’d cling herself close to them as if her life depended on it. It did to some extend and without them, she had nothing and she was nothing.

So much brainpower and the exclusive benefit to live in a mind. All to use it to create almost nothing and what little she created ended up in the dark away from peering eyes.

She felt like she was throwing a bouncing ball to a wall and every time she threw it, the ball always ended up hitting her head. Then the ball would roll far away from her, she would tiredly stand up, retrieve it and throw it away once again.

She would laugh if she was not tired by the amounts of contradictions she had over her being. Sleepy and insomniac. Grumpy and calm. Calculating and eager. Thinker and empty-headed. Always wanting to touch but always refraining herself to watch in the distance.

Oh, now she’s having second thoughts at the idea of having something new? That was not what she wanted? To be oh so wonderfully marveled at the exploration. She was not scared of her mind. She was scared of others seeing inside. She didn’t seek to be understood. On the contrary, she enjoyed the alienation her line of thought gave her as much as she hated it, as long it fueled her belief of being somehow special. As if solitude and darkness were her natural habit.

What kind of sense was that supposed to be? She herself couldn’t even tell. Nothing new under the sun she rarely saw nowadays yet she yearned and loathed so much. So, she only did what she did best. Watch from afar and ruminate about it.

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Because spite can get you much further in one night than fear in a month.

[stephenjaymorrisblog]

The Nominalistic Tycoon

Elon Musk is no Howard Hughes

Stephen Jay Morris

11/23/2022

Scientific Morality©

Twitter. I never took it seriously. To me, it was just a Cyber bulletin board. However, in time it became a popular, Internet Cyber bulletin board. Luminaries, movie stars, and other types of celebrities were drawn to it. Before long, American politics showed its ugly face on Twitter. What began as polite disagreements ended up as bloody, flame wars. Insults, threat of violence, and profanity filled the pages of Twitter. Propaganda soon revealed its ugly ass.

Despite the ugliness, Twitter had cornered the market of Cyber bulletin boards. Imitators quickly failed. It became damn popular in the United States of America, but the conservatives couldn’t navigate the web site. Oh, but their bullshit was getting through! After their Twitter imitators flopped, one by one, the American, political Right started to whine like colicky infants about how they were being censored on social media. Which was just not true. It was their content that drew rejection, not censorship. Their posts were like the rants of nagging parents. Worse still, it was all a pack of lies, i.e.: “Leftists are the true racists!”

All of this started during the Iraq war, with wall to wall Islamophobia. Muslims were the new niggers of America. In some Right wing circles, Arabs were called “sand niggers.” Regular human beings didn’t want conservatives around. Well, according to Twitter’s previous owners, “the customer is always right.” So, the Twitter executives created rules that posters couldn't use racist terminology or be sexist—among many other dictates. When you take away the right to be racist, then the Right declares that they’ve been censored. Funny, when Elon Musk took charge of Twitter, some poet wrote the word “nigger” ten times and a poster posted it. It was as if he was rejoicing, ‘We can be free to hurt people’s feelings! Yea!!!’

One thing Right wingers hate is when you hit back; they immediately recoil into a fetal position. Over the last two weeks, I did just that. Their posts would insult the so-called Left, and I insulted them right back, twice as hard. The last straw, per Twitter, was when I insulted Ann Coulter. They kicked me out into the San Franciscan night. I instinctively knew that was going to happen, but I never figured it would be on the account of “has been,” Ann Coulter. Oh well.

One thing about Americans, they worship the wealthy as if they are Gods. Americans dream about being rich all night long, all of their lives. They dream about owning acres and acres of property, material possessions, endless hedonism, and being pampered like new born babies. When they can’t attain that wealth, they live vicariously through the lives of actual billionaires.

Me? I couldn’t care less. Though, I did find Howard Hughes fascinating. He was an aviation genius and film maker. Yet, even though he was brilliant, he had personality disorders. He started out as a rich man’s son and he, ultimately, tripled his wealth. He was one of a true American breed of innovators who were dynamic and bravura.

Now, we meet the new breed of tycoons: Enter the Gen X billionaire, Elon Musk, born under the sign of Cancer. His mom was a French Canadian and his dad, a Dutch South African. His mom was some type of model while his dad was filthy rich. Elon was an introverted child and a trust fund kid. He had no quality of intellect and relied on the advice of associates. His wealth was predicated on the lucky sperm club. He is certainly no Howard Hughes; he is more like former president Trump. They don’t make rich pigs like they used to. America has a slew of Nouveau Riche. You know? The “Beverly Hillbillies.” The dignity of the Ruling Class has vanished; it has been replaced by spoiled rich kids.

Elon Musk is like a child who doesn’t like his new toy. So, he throws a tantrum and destroys it. He didn’t really want to buy Twitter, but he got himself sucked into it. He fired 75% of his staff and his biggest advertisers quickly flew the coop, as if the building was on fire. He wants to turn Twitter into a Right wing ghetto and, thus far, he’s succeeding. He is destroying Twitter the way Ayn Rand’s character, Howard Roark, from her book, “The Fountainhead,” destroyed his creation. Architect Roark didn’t like that a real estate developer had added a new feature to his blue print, so he acquired some dynamite and blew up the very building he’d designed! That is Elon Musk.

Hell, Elon’s not even an American!

[its-our-paris]

I don't want this to come across as combative it's just curiosity and you don't have to answer but how do you reconcile Johnny being innocent with his loss in the Uk supreme court?

Eh, it's okay, I meant to make a new post about the trial since I opened my mouth early on after a gut reaction, but then the fact that everyone and their mum is weighing in on it now stopped me. I simply don't think my opinion matters much, at the end of the day, or that it's particularly well-informed - although I have been watching much of the trial, and reactions to it on both sides, but so have a lot of people. I think the way people jump down each other's throats for disagreeing about this is insane, but also, that's the internet for you. I think the meme-fication of it all is pretty awful, but equally, it's very human. We have enjoyed the suffering of others, as a species, since always. I feel bad for Amber now, far more than Johnny. Her career is likely entirely ruined, at least for a good while. I thought his was before all this, to be honest. I was convinced his career was done. But it looks like it isn't. I don't think anymore that he will win this case in court, but I don't think it matters whether he does or not, really.

Anyway, since you brought it up, I will talk about the whole thing a bt before I answer your question...

At the moment I kind of go back and forth daily regarding which version of the story seems credible to me, personally. I'm not out there tweeting #justiceforjohnny or claiming he's an innocent victim, really. The reaction I had in the beginning of the trial was pretty strong because I distinctly remember when the allegations against him had first been made, I recall talking about it with my husband and both of us going: "Huh, who knew, turns out Johnny Depp is an asshole. Shame."

I immediately and unquestioningly believed Amber Heard. Except - I remember then looking at the 'evidence', as in her bruised pictures, just thinking 'Huh, I barely see anything, that seems strange'. And, in all fairness, I never read much about the whole case, but whenever I read about it at all, I started coming away with an odd feeling, like, I want to believe this woman, why would she lie? But something doesn't feel right. Then I read Johnny was suing her for defamation, which just seemed weird to me as well, because if she had enough damning evidence, how could he possibly expect to win? However, I'm not going to go and judge some celebrities' lives based on a gut feeling. So I didn't engage with any of this at all until this trial started.

It's been really interesting hearing them both talk. My God, I would not want to date either one of those two people. I believe 100% that they both think they're in the right - as in, doing the right thing, not necessarily telling the exact truth. I think both of them are remembering two entirely different versions of events and I think both are embellishing/downplaying them at times.

My first reaction to hearing JD's side of the story was definitely: "Oh my gosh, he's been framed, this woman is horrid." - Because a lot of what I heard her say in those audio recordings, and honestly some things I heard her say on the stand since - "I'd never seen a grown man cry, it's weird" excuse me the fuck what? - reminded me of abusive situations I'd been in and really rubbed me the wrong way.

However, I've also seen and heard enough of their exchanges now to safely say JD is evidently a hard-to-deal-with emotionally volatile man-child (at his worst) who has a pretty serious substance abuse problem. I believe he drove her crazy. I also believe she drove him crazy. So far, I find it very hard to believe her exact version of events though, because just when, say, she gives a bit of testimony where I do think: "Oh, I'm finding this quite credible" it's then followed up by photographic evidence of a bruise, for example, that is all but totally invisible when she's just described how he was basically bashing her head in. I don't know, I keep getting thrown off by her testimony for various reasons. I'm not going to do any behaviour analysis here, but we are all human beings who are accustomed to communicating with other human beings and deciding when we find something authentic or not. That's all. We can't help but do that.

But back to your question. How do I reconcile the result of the UK trial with Johnny being innocent? Well, like I said, innocent of what? I don't really think he's totally innocent, as in, he's not an angel who never lost it, never shouted abuse at her, although the actual physical violence she describes... the way she describes it? I don't know, man. I don't think he's half as guilty as she makes out to be, personally. Much as I've watched pro-Amber Heard videos and read the articles in favour of her being the obvious abuse victim, I then watch her actually speak about it and I'm finding it extremely hard to believe that things happened exactly as she describes. I could easily be wrong, but the case is not for me to judge anyway. Clearly, her evidence was enough though to win the UK court case. Right now, that's kind of... neither here nor there for me. Right now, we're all getting to watch their testimonies and we all are free to judge the evidence for ourselves, even though really it isn't anybody's place.

It sure is fascinating though.