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[williamapologist]

tomodachi life scamonas

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Revolving Around You

Beefy!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your ex, Wanda Maximoff, invites you to her wedding. You have no reason to go, but find a reason to stay.

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, alcohol consumption, and smoking weed

A/N: I really just wanted to write some Natasha fluff and I used the prompt [ wedding ] our muses are sat at the same table at a wedding for a mutual friend

You stared down at the invitation you had received from your long since ex, Wanda Maximoff, she'd be getting married soon. You really didn't talk much with Wanda anymore not since she got together with Vision, but when you did meet up and talk everything was fine.

You weren't expecting this though. Not this soon anyways as you stared down in shock at the lovely scarlet invite to their Spring wedding two months from now. Should you go? She sent the invite so obviously she wants you there, right? You grabbed your phone, scanning the QR code on the invite. It brought you to a page themed in such a way you could only assume it was their wedding theme. You checked off the box to RSVP. You held your breath after hitting send and even once the confirmation came through. Now you had to go through with it.

The ceremony was beautiful. Outside in the blossoming flower fields and apple trees of a rented out pasture. It honestly was a beautiful sight to behold. You'd gone wearing a light blue dress that fell at your mid thigh and a matching pair of open toed heels. Your hair in a half updo of a bun, the rest falling gracefully over your shoulders.

The reception itself was held in a renovated barn on the property. The table you were sitting at you knew no one. Well you didn't know anyone really at the wedding. You knew Wanda, Pietro, Vision, and the parents.

As everyone found their seats a raspy voice called out, “Looks like you're my seat mate for the next however many hours Wanda decides this reception should last.” Your head turned to see a red head, her hair in various braids. She wore a fitting suit that did absolutely nothing to hide all the muscles beneath the fabric. You could see her ear was covered in piercings along with her eyebrow and septum from the profile view you were currently getting. You couldn't help, but stare at the beauty sitting next to you. As you went to respond to the red head, she was shrugging off the suit jacket. The button up and tie she wore were almost the same as your dress. In fact if anyone were to give a quick glance they probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference. She hung the jacket on the chair. Turning towards you and as she rolled up her sleeves, revealing the double sleeves of tattoos on her arms.

“Wow…they're beautiful…” you meant to keep that thought in your head, but it slipped past your lips. A blush adorning your face as you turned away to hide.

“Well thank you pretty girl.” She leaned onto the table, all her attention on you as you downed your drink, suddenly feeling like you couldn't swallow. A chuckle falling past the redhead's lips. “I'm Natasha by the way, what's your name? Though I'll probably stick to calling you pretty girl with a reaction like that.” You looked over to see her smirking, another blush coming to your cheeks.

“Y/N…” you spoke quietly, but Natasha heard and tested it on her tongue,

“Y/N…hmmm I think that's a beautiful name that suits a pretty girl like you.”

A few hours into the reception you and Natasha are talking as if you've known each other your whole lives. Once the dance floor opens up after the first dance, Natasha holds out her hand. “Care to dance, pretty girl?” Her sultry voice finds your ears, sending a shiver through you. You don't speak a word, instead opting to just set your hand in hers. The way her hand held yours felt perfect, it felt right.

Her hand in yours, the other holding your waist as yours sat on her shoulder. She led the dance of you two and everything around you faded away. It was only Natasha. All you wanted to do was lean in and kiss the redhead, but you controlled yourself even though your head was swimming from the alcohol you've been consuming.

“You're, like, really handsome and beautiful.” You blurt out making her chuckle.

“Well pretty girl now that we've both said what we think about each other's appearance maybe we could go on a date outside of this wedding?” She offers cocking the pierced brow at you.

“Where do you live?” you slurred, looking up at her.

“New York.” Your eyes lit up, getting up closer to her face.

“Me too!” She smiled, leading you two outside the reception hall. Grabbing her jacket on the way out, setting it on your shoulders. The air had gotten cold now that the sun was down, but a bonfire was being lit by Vision's brother Tony and Wanda's brother Pietro.

You wanted to go over and get a seat, but Natasha had you against the wall. She wasn't holding you there, but she towered over you as she pulled you closer.

“Are you cold?” She asked in a low voice.

“Only a little. Your jacket is helping and your body heat...” Your voice trails off as you wrap your arms around her waist. You looked up at the redhead who took a hand to your cheek. Her thumb brushing gently over your skin.

“I could warm you up a bit more if you’d like?” You bit the inside of your lip, nodding your head as she pulled you against her, lifting you onto your tip toes as your lips brushed together. “Is this okay?” You didn’t answer verbally as you leaned up further to press your lips into hers. Your hands fisting her shirt and you were sure you wrinkled the fabric, but neither of you could bring yourself to care as you went from a simple kiss to her tongue swiping across your lip asking for entrance. When you opened your mouth for her and her tongue made its way into your mouth you realized she had a tongue piercing too, making you moan into her. She pulled you closer and didn’t pull away until you both were desperate for air.

She looked down at you with a satisfied smile. You knew you probably looked a bit hazy, the alcohol still swimming in your brain. You were normally much more reserved than this, but with everything that was happening you would have let Natasha take you right here in front of everyone and not cared one bit. Instead the two of you shared a handful of slow soft kisses as little whimpers and moans escaped you. It had been too long and you wanted her so badly, but one of your major rules was no sex on the first date and this wasn’t even a first date. This is a first meeting.

After Natasha had her fill with kissing you she pulled out a joint, flicking a lighter to it until you saw the paper start to burn, red glowing as she inhaled. As she exhaled she looked up towards the sky. You watched the cloud of smoke leave her lips, your jaw slack as you watched feeling a dampness pool between your thighs.

When Pietro came over he handed you a drink and asked if he could take a hit from Natasha who didn't mind as the two caught up. You stood there in awe, downing your drink, as the two went back and forth with the joint and with conversation.

Eventually the three of you made your way over to the bonfire. Wanda sat on Vision's lap as stories were told amongst friends and family. Natasha had sat down and practically mirrored Wanda when she pulled you to sit on her lap. You bit the inside of your lip as she held you against her, carrying on in her conversations. Your eye caught Wanda's, a knowing smirk on her face making you huff and look down.

“What's wrong pretty girl?” You felt Natasha's cheek press against your arm.

“Nothing…” you tried to lie, but she gripped your hip tight. A moan wanting to rip through you. “W-Wanda was looking…” you quietly admitted.

“Didn't the two of you date for a bit?” You nodded in response. “I'm surprised she let you go for someone like him.” Your head turned to face her. “Wanda's my best friend, but I think she's stupid for letting you go.” You felt your whole body go hot and a puddle between your thighs.

“T-thanks Natasha.” You spoke shyly, turning yourself more into her, burying your face against her. The alcohol was wearing off and you were getting tired without more being added into your system.

“Get comfy sweetie. I'm gonna keep talking with my friends.” Natasha's hand found your back, pulling you close. Her other arm hooking around your thighs to hold you there. You smiled against her. You thought this whole thing would be disastrous seeing your ex getting married, but meeting Natasha and getting to spend the whole evening together. Getting to kiss her and her just holding you in her arms. You hadn’t felt this happy or this secure in...you couldn’t even remember how long. You slowly fell asleep against her chest, listening to her heart beat, the sounds of people talking and the bonfire crackling.

[house-of-slayterr]

I’m honour of just finishing Shadow and Bone… (the show not the books I read those a while ago) here are some incorrect Quotes!

Y/N , to Jesper : I mean, I get complimented all the time-

Kaz: *starts cackling*

Y/N : I do!

Kaz: *laughs harder*

Kaz: You can track Y/N ?

Jesper : Of course I can. If the NSA can do it, so can I.

Y/N : *sneaking in through their window*

Kaz: *turning in their chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Y/N : I was with Jesper ?

Jesper : *turning in their chair* Wanna try again?

Wylan: Are you sure Y/N’s going to be able to handle that IKEA furniture? They’re not very good with technical stuff…

Jesper : Why are you worried? IKEA was never complicated; these days, it’s even easier! Everything’s color coded, numbered, and there’s even an assembly robot option to make it even easier for Y/N, which we’ve obviously opted in for. All they need to do is press the clearly labeled ON button, scan the QR code on the front of the box, and it’ll take care of the rest. Even a monkey could do it!

*Jesper ’s phone rings*

Y/N: Hey, so I’m at Lowes…

Wylan: …

Wylan: I should have gone with the monkey.

Y/N: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

Jesper : Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.

*Wylan walks in*

Jesper : Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

(Fucking cannon omg)

Y/N: Wylan , we need that!

Wylan , holding Nina over a trash can: Nope.

Y/N: Gimme it—

Wylan : It’s garbage.

Wylan : Murder literally doesn’t hurt anyone!

Nina: What are you talking about? Of course—

Y/N, holding out a hand to shut Nina up: No, no, they have a point—

Y/N: Jesper , I have a great idea.

Jesper : Let’s hear it.

Y/N: We trick Inej and Kaz to go out on a date together.

Jesper : YES!

Jesper : And hey, if that doesn’t work out, maybe you and me could go out, get some drinks—

Y/N, hitting them with a book: THIS IS NOT ABOUT YOU.

Jesper : Why do you look like that?

Kaz , laying face-first on the floor: Like what?

Jesper : Like you’re dead.

Kaz : It’s because I’m dying. Leave me here to perish.

Y/N: Kaz accidentally called Inej “babe” in front of everyone today.

Kaz : *sobs into the floor*

(Also cannon)

Kaz : How is the most beautiful person in the world?

Inej: *blushing* I—

Jesper , butting into the conversation: Y/N is perfect, thanks for asking.

Inej: Wow, they really hate us.

Y/N: Yes, perhaps they’re homophobic.

Inej: But we’re not gay, Y/N.

Y/N: 👀

Inej: 👀

Y/N: We’re not?

Inej: Why are you doing this?

Y/N: Same reason I do everything, Inej. To get somebody to like me.

Y/N: *venting endlessly to Kaz about their week*

Kaz, every once in a while: *in a monotone* Wow, that is so wild.

Y/N: You got a date yet Kaz?

Kaz: No...

Y/N: Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

Y/N: When I first got my autism diagnosis, my first thought was “woah… it’s canon” and I think that maybe thoughts like that is why Wylan made me get tested.

(Me omfg)

Y/N: I'm trying to juggle family life and work life but I can't seem to find a balance. What do you suggest I do to keep everyone happy?

Wylan, deadpan: Quit your job, kill your family.

[soraviie]

they're a homewrecker.txt

━ type: bts x f! reader ━ navigation ━ pictures taken from Pinterest

━ about: fluff, angst, a bit smutty, way too h*rny in the descriptions, non-idol! au so keep that in mind

━ a/n: discusses themes of cheating, broken and unhappy relationships and seduction so switch off your moral compasses, it's not a red flag if you're colourblind

━ previously posted on soraviii

NAMJOON: Life is a peculiar type of mundane at "Borges" and though at times Namjoon is strangely content, other times he's ripping his hair from the scalp just to feel something. So when he finally gets a co-worker, he's over the moon already. He doesn't care if it's an old lady or a guy fresh out of high school. He'll take anyone to help, to wander the narrow shelves of this overrun bookstore. And then it's you.

You

And he's a goner.

Every day he's a goner.

Because for the first time he can talk about things he likes and is not told to shut up. And in his defence, he only discovers you have a partner when he's too far gone. The paper around the flowers rustles as he clutches the tulips nervously - ready to finally ask. And then the bell rings above the doors and you turn around, greeting the stranger.

"Hello, love."

He swiftly hides the flowers behind his back, pretending to be thoroughly immersed in the book registry as you kiss the stranger on the cheek. And that kiss shatters his heart into shards that still bleed.

The way your partner's eyes glint, he knows they know. Know of this ugly thing Namjoon has been unknowingly harbouring, a rotten seed with no flowers, no fruits. But you don't look happy and he knows your happiness - you are one when you're with him.

"You never told me you're dating," he lightly remarks, fingers running along the printed QR codes meant to take the scanner to the bookstore's website. It's been a sleepless, dreadful night. His skin had burned as though fevered but he was not sick. Not physically at least.

"It's not...something I like to share," you reply and there's that wrinkle between your brows. He wants to kiss it away.

You're unloved, plainly so.

And it's all unfair.

It's not in Namjoon's nature to be unfair, cruel even and malicious but his skin is burning and he mutters faint apologies in the wind.

But your partner should have appreciated a good thing when they had one.

It's hard to resist Namjoon already as it is, you find out, but you promised. Or at least you think you had. You don't know what your "love" is doing all you know is that this is becoming ridiculous. Why you haven't broken up yet is beyond a mystery, perhaps because they were the first one ever to ask or perhaps to not disappoint your parents. But that promise, all reasons are wearing thin because of Namjoon.

You sigh, partly dreamily, partly heavy. You don't know who made him, who created a man so fine, but you want to curse them and whatever fate sent you his way. This was a cruel test of your morality. And it doesn't help that he seems to goad you further. His sharp and angled eyes previously so captivated by books now are drawing webs around you like a spider. And so you sigh once more. This is wrong.

If only that would wash this away.

With strong arms, sly looks and obstinate determination, he commits to sin. Woos you in every way he can, knows how to. Flowers, poems, walks back home along the river, coffee dates, praise and oftentimes giving you this look. Sitting with legs sprawled across the sofa, tan skin glowing in the sun, he gives you this look, the one that says you can have it all if you just take it. But taking is wrong. Taking is bad.

But who will tell Namjoon that when he's committed?

He stands right beside you, towering tall and sort of feverish, in the small space you can feel the heat of his body practically sweltering. It's really hard to breathe, let alone think.

"We uh...got a new shipment of uh...Octavia Butler, we should," he takes a step closer while you take one away, your back hitting against the bookshelf. You can't think at all and he leans down to ghost his lips across yours. Please let this be a dream, a nightmare anything.

"You can't," it falls broken from your mouth.

"I shouldn't," he corrects. "Doesn't mean I can't. That I won't."

He's so passionate like fire almost, enveloping you whole as he pushes you up the bookshelf. Books fall as it rattles but neither of you care.

"This is wrong," you try to object but it's too faint to be of any sort of argument. He's kissing your neck and for the first time in any relationship, you hum with life as his fingers trail over your bottom lip, prying it open so he could kiss you once more. Drown you into himself.

"Maybe," he murmurs, wrapping one arm around your waist and pushing you closer, already impossible given how he's everywhere. There's not an inch not burning, not kissed and adored. "But you should be treated better than that. So let me show you better."

YOONGI: Never had anyone known Yoongi to be partial to injustice. To save a tiresomely long monologue they would say, in frank, like Yoongi himself would, he tried to not be a dick. For most of his life, he thought that those walking brainrots weaselling their way into someone else's relationship were nothing but worms, maggots feasting on someone else's gain because they could get nothing done by themselves but now...

After you...

Everything has changed.

Or well perhaps Yoongi himself was secretly a maggot, who knows. He didn't as he was doing things now he never thought he would.

"You lost, kitten?" he rasps, leaning against the wall. Already by your face, he knows you can tell he's up to no good. It's what you had - a mutual understanding. And a mutual flight of stairs to be shared in sickness and in health.

"Turn your music down," you say with a smile that clearly wants to kill him. He says if you want to kill him, go ahead but at least kiss him first.

"Come in here and turn it down yourself."

He actually absolutely loathes the shit that he's been saying. It's right down disgusting to himself as he's never untoward, merely teasing for now. He remembers coming to this very flight of stairs late at night only to find you crying. He doesn't know how many people walked past but you had merely scooched to the side, expecting him to go about his business like you were a ghost. No, less than that - nothing at all.

"Why are you crying?" it was perhaps a dumb thing to ask but one straight to the point. You were surprised by him noticing you but grateful. And at that moment his heart pulsed with pain. No one should be grateful for the bare minimum.

"You ever think you're losing your life right in front of yours?"

"All the time," he replied. "But I'm a depressed bastard. Why do you feel that way?"

"I don't know. I just feel like I could do more... I want to write...but publishers and then my partner says who cares...and maybe no one does."

The sentences make little sense to Yoongi but nevertheless, he understands that no one has talked to you for a very long time. It's gushing out of you like a river unbound.

"Hey, I care," he interjects.

"But you're a stranger!"

"Can strangers not care?"

And for a second Yoongi thought he thought he found a kindred soul in the eyes staring up at him only then the doors to your apartment open and a head pops through, snaps at you to come inside and stop talking to weird strangers.

Yoongi never liked his neighbours, but he began to loathe this one.

"And step inside your man cave?" you scoff. "No, thank you. You've probably got cockroaches crawling all over that place."

He ignores the low-hanging fruit involving the word cock. Alas, he hadn't fallen that down his morals to make lame jokes.

"It's perfectly clean, doll. Both my apartment and me."

"Well, it also should be quiet," you dryly remark. He loves when you do that. But he loves everything about you. Sometimes he thinks he's crazy. Just yesterday he had to stop himself from spraying your perfume bottle whose tester he found at the store just to have some semblance of what would it feel like to be with you. Your perfume mixing in with his clothes. Your shampoo in his towels.

"My head hurts."

He doesn't need to be told twice to turn it down.

He doesn't know what to do. How do homewreckers operate? Is there a plan to it? Or is it their wily charms? Yoongi never knew how to be charming, he just was and sometimes people liked it. All he knows he wants to care for you.

When he finds you inevitably crying again, this time over torn papers, he doesn't say anything just takes you by the hand and leads you into his apartment.

"I'll make some food," is all he says as you sit, unsure, by his kitchen table.

"You have books..." you rasp, voice a splintered gravel. Clearly having wept for a long time.

"Did you think I couldn't read?" he chuckles lightly.

"A bit. I thought you were in a gang."

He laughs some more.

"You're a judgmental little one, aren't you?"

But Yoongi's apartment indeed is clean, well furnished and even homey, you would say. He is a strange man. One you were fancying quite a lot to the point that for some reason the latest character, simultaneously both the villain and the hero, begins to bear too much resemblance to your music loving neighbour.

"What are you writing there?" he points with the laddle at the torn paper.

"It's just a...silly old story," automatically, you defend. Lounging around constantly writing was in no way a respectable career, one neither your parents, your partner or their parents supported. In fact, they tore it down to the point where you had no place to write, certainly not in the comfort of your own home.

"May I read it?"

If any one of you should venture a guess, this was the breaking point. Personally, Yoongi doesn't care if he's a homewrecker, home destroyed, home burner, anything to get you out of there. With him, you bloom like a flower in the spring. The book, a tragic crime novel, is the best he's ever read as he works together with you, draft after draft, and it's nearly finished. It's a stable routine now - he offers his heart, his own home, his mind for you to work, to bloom in peace. And it's almost like you're his girlfriend. Your shampoo is on his pillow, your perfume on his clothes, and your cunt squeezes him tight as he pounds into you so hard, this very kitchen table is giving it all to not break.

"You're so beautiful," he groans, pulling you by the hair closer, impossibly closer as you moan into the chilly air. Even now he wants more of you. He wants to be yours. But he can't. So for now he pulls you closer. Closer, closer, closer. So close you can't leave.

He can't sink his teeth into your neck, can't leave any marks of what transpires but he can drip his every thought like honey down your body.

"So pretty, so perfect, want to see you scream, baby."

And he no longers cares if it's wrong or right at all. He has to be with you otherwise there will be a part of him that will never recover. Perhaps it's crazy but it's the truth.

JIN: It's not exactly what Jin intended. Neither his feelings, neither your status, nor you being unappreciated bugging him so. He'd known you for a while but it's not the fact of when or how this started that he's invested in. No, all he really needs to know is what to do further. Pursuing someone in a committed relationship was certainly no badge of honour but neither is leaving them to wilt away before everyone's eyes. Neither is to choke on his own feelings to preserve honour. Either way, he'll lose something and he'd rather lose some of his reputation than lose happiness altogether.

Jin is beautiful but he's also nice. He's polite. He's not stuck up. He's gentle.

And he's single and you're not so it shouldn't be a thought in your head but you can't shake it altogether. It's an event, high-brow and boring and Jin is sitting quietly in his seat, gaze glazed and distant but then your eyes meet and his lips bloom into a soft smile. He adjusts his glasses and a sense of mutual understanding is established. You could make a conversation with him only with eyes.

"Man, this sucks," says he.

"You're going to stay there in the corner for the whole night?" you ask, pointing the glass at his figure.

"It's safe here. What about you? Where's your other burden?"

The burden is described as a faint circle drawn by a finger and an annoyed scowl. You laugh. You shouldn't this is your partner after all but you laugh because it's the truth.

"Not here."

Something about that drives Jin to walk. He doesn't particularly feel bad as he already decided that this is what he was going to do. He sits beside you.

"I wouldn't leave a beauty like you alone not a single day," he remarks as you slide your chair to give him space.

You flush.

"Well, of course, you can't leave yourself," you deflect and he laughs.

"Have you tried the roasted duck?"

"No. I need to...fit into these outfits."

He frowns.

"As a doctor, it's my duty to tell you it's an absolute horseshit."

He shouldn't make cursing this hot but he does.

"I'll fetch you a portion, just sit here."

The next time you meet him it's at the club, a party of one of the mutual friends and you thought he'd be situated at the corner once more, given his proclivity for introverted nature but unfortunately for you, he's not. Rather he's in front of you, hands on your waist both of you moving to the rhythm if a little uncoordinated. This is an entirely new side of the usually light-hearted doctor. The dance is almost the joke but not the way he's looking at you, softly with a smile but also with some spark of want. The way his eyebrows lift slightly, the way he tracks your movements, receiving your every laugh with the same enthusiasm you exuded. It's like a shared joke or a harmless game. But it's not harmless. You've got to return home not to Jin but to someone else.

You manage to get away but it leaves you cold. No joke to be had, except falling for a man while in a relationship. But to break it off you'd have to have enough time with your "honey", your bitter, bitter "honey". Who also makes you bitter.

"Hey, ____________, what are you doing here?" Jin questions, rushing over. Apparently, it was an unspoken rule if there's a friend in a family whose a doctor at a local clinic you have to bother him. Though this was an entirely different story, not one involving twisted ankles and whatnot.

"May I talk to you? Privately?" it's not exactly inconspicuous the way nurses stare at you.

"Of course," he agrees, leading to his office. "Did you acquire a booboo good doctor needs to make better?" he jokes but that spark is there.

"Tell me you hate me or that I'm a skank, a vile, repulsive person."

"I will not be saying that now or ever," he states sternly. Sterness is not a quality often seen on him but it's too damn attractive either way.

"I like you."

"Wonderful, I like you too."

"I'm in a relationship!"

"Dump them."

"What?"

He draws a deep breath.

"I've been in love with you quite a while, so I can't stand here and say you're bad for liking me when that's what I've been dreaming of. What I can stand here and say is...dump them. Not even for me but for yourself. You deserve so much more, so, so much more of everything and not these scraps you're being tossed. Do better for yourself."

"Would you still accept me?"

"_____________, darling, if not for our situation, I'd have you all over this office, time and time and again. On all birthdays and Wednesdays, when you feel lonely and when you feel like the most attractive person in the world. I want you now, I want you tomorrow and I wanted you yesterday, for all that you are, will be and fear to become."

Your breath shudders.

"I know it's not right but neither is seeing you wither away."

HOSEOK: You feel yourself on the verge of exhausted tears. You're not sad per se but just tired. And he stands there like a promise you desperately want to make. Make and keep. But you're yanked away before you can do any of that.

Fuck, if apples looked anything like Jung Hoseok you'd too eat from the forbidden tree.

You can't even breathe around him sometimes, it's like a crush but also falling towards a glowing diamond cliff at breakneck speeds. And perhaps you shouldn't but it only makes him so much hotter when he's cursing out your partner. For being low, for being despicable, manipulative trash and all those little thoughts and resentments you feared to speak out loud find a voice in him.

It's almost funny how his brows slant, the sheer death in his eyes as he glares at your partner when spotting you with your nose down, shrinking into the corner and the way he's with you, like he couldn't hurt a fly - all smiles and dimples and gentleness. He wants better for you, he wants you to be better but for yourself. You'd never met anyone who wanted you to improve this bad and who believed you could.

Hoseok personally didn't even comprehend what he was doing. Every time he met that trash of a human he not only saw red, he became red. Never before he thought he would spit so heinously at anyone but something in the cruelty towards someone he held most dear drove him straight unhinged.

He splashes his face with cold water and looks into the mirror.

"What are you doing?" he asks himself. "You know what you are, right?"

But a home can't be a place where you're made miserable. Home is comfort. And with that thought in mind, Hoseok swears to himself he'll make you a home somewhere just not with that motherfucker.

"Thank you for all of this," you bid him quietly, in half-lidded gratitude and he waves you off.

"You deserve the world."

"Oh, this, this area is charming," he points at your collarbones, on yet another getaway. This time on shopping for summer. He says he needed to get things as well. Things can be time with you well spent. Any time was well spent if you were away from that motherfucl-

"My collarbones?" you ask with blush and he swallows. Everything about you makes him teem with this sound almost. It makes him go, go, go. Whenever, wherever but to you in the end.

"Of course. But then again every area of you is charming." He has to turn away to hide the blush of his own but he's glad he said it, it's the truth.

It's all a bit of a happy blur and then fueled by alcohol he stops dreaming and starts doing. And your lips taste of club soda and heaven and personally the petty, sharp and terribly jealous part of himself is very gleeful at your stupid's partner's face as he watches their partner be properly kissed in front of everyone. He has half the mind to not start ripping your clothes off right there and then.

Unfortunately, he's shoved off you before he can, crazy or sane.

"You think I'm going to stand here as you grope my partner?"

"Don't fucking stand!" Hoseok snarls back, becoming red as he always had. "Sit down! You know where else you'll be sitting? At my fucking wedding reception when I marry this angel, you motherfu-!"

Before he can brave the fist flying his direction, it's stopped by a slap so hard it resounds throughout the club. Quite the achievement.

"Piss off," you yell back and Hoseok has never felt such pride. "We're done!"

Seeing the insane dedication in both of your eyes, they leave with a "whore" under breath but no one graces that remark.

"Hoseok," you begin, out of breath. "You're- hmph!"

He spins you by the waist and almost devours you whole. No waiting. No yearning. All mine, he thinks.

"You're home now," he whispers, gasping a short breath and then plunging once again.

JIMIN: Is staying strong even an option when this siren is coming after you? All sly eyes and knowing smiles he cares not that you should be with someone else. Worse of all he cares not even for the chase or the thrill but only for your happiness. And he makes you happy though you hate him so. How dare he make you feel all these things? How dare he be both an angel and the devil that sits on your shoulders all day long whispering praises and invitations.

You can all but scream into the pillow to relieve some frustration. Jimin screams as well, at least the good side of him but the little monster at first small and timid, purring away like a demure kitten, is practically yowling in happiness. It doesn't give a single shit it makes him chase after a nearly married person, it doesn't give a single shit at all, it wants and it'll have what it wants.

"You're crazy, you've gone mad," he scolds himself, tossing and turning in bed. But that doesn't stop him in the slightest, not his hand inching down with images of you streaming behind his eyes and neither does it stop any of what happens after.

He takes off his sunglasses, greets you in the middle of the stairs and leans down, your lips right against his.

"Hello, I've missed you," he smirks and your breath hitches which only makes him practically purr. If there's one thing he knows how to do it's to put on a show.

You clutch the water bottle, sweating like a sinner at a church. All around him there are whispers of how they want him, everyone wants him, fuck, it doesn't matter who you are, how strong you think you are, Park Jimin will ruin you. Why else were you here? What did you lose at a dance performance? Except for your sanity and the dryness of your underwear. Which would be fine, to be a nameless horny figure in the crowd such as this only meant to fit in, but he singles you out like a hawk. After every spin, every move, his eyes find yours and he's challenging you - to look away, to be morally pure and do the right thing that you always insisted you should do. But you can't. Siren's song has captured your ears and you can only listen to it from now on.

He says he's feeling shy to the cheering audience as that long, pointed tongue darts to wet his lips all while maintaining unbroken eye contact.

At this moment, Jimin, ludicrous and dazed and burning with want, thinks it's not that bad in retrospect to let monsters win sometimes.

And then he points that long tongue, the chief object of your dreams and terror right in between two fingers whilst scrutinizing your very soul. It should be lewd, obscene, you should scoff at such a display but you can't help but to imagine and imagine, and sink deeper and deeper into his bloodless claws.

"Came to congratulate me?" he's for some reason beckoning you to enter deeper into the empty backstage as all the other performers had already left. Jacket sparkling, leather pants pressing tightly against the muscled legs.

"You're evil," you whisper, worn to the last thread. He's been driving you crazy without a sense of remorse for so long you don't even know what to do with him.

"No, babe, just cunning," he replied with a sharp smirk, twirling around you. "All's fair in love and war, ever heard that?"

"You don't love me."

"I love you, I love you, I love you," immediately he smiles, punctuating each word with a kiss laid haphazardly over your face, quite intentionally evading your mouth.

"I'm soon to be married."

"With some loser you don't even like," he scowls without trouble. "Choose me, have love, all night and day."

"I'll leave," you threaten, baselessly, there has never been such an empty threat in the existence. You had an ultimatum return home at once or don't and be a free person once more.

"Bold of you to assume, I'll let you," he smirks and spins you right into his arms.

"If you feel bad about being...excited for me," he tightens his grip, letting your head rest on his shoulder. "Know that I'm very, very excited for you as well."

He plays with the end of your shirt and that already makes your blood reach boiling point.

"I'm really quite sorry for being so ruthless with you, honey," he whispers, biting lightly on your neck. "And soon you'll get to know a softer side of me as well but really I couldn't let you get away."

TAEHYUNG: If watching anyone else's life, you'd almost think it was comedy. Sitting in a park, arguing with your partner as one does, having a very handsome stranger approach your bench and exclaim with a disarming smile:

"Break up! I want," he extends a colour-stained finger towards you. "You."

It's like he's not even real, more of a character from a movie. He sits and paints in the park every day, not always even talking with you but always acknowledging you with a warm smile. One day, out of the same breed of curiosity that killed the cat, you sneak up on him to take a peek at what he's working on, expecting a detailed painting of the nature around him but on the canvas there sit only squiggles.

"Eyy, I can sneak up on you too," he drawls with that friendly, misleadingly envious face. "I'll try it next time."

"Why draw squiggles?" you ask, thoroughly perplexed. Everything about this guy is just weird.

"It's art," he defends. "Art is interpretation." then:

"Did you break up with that tightie whitie? I'm getting impatient, darling."

You opened your mouth to send him over the hills but somehow it ends with you exchanging phone numbers.

"Thinking of you xxx," says he underneath a selfie with his dog as you tuck yourself in, your partner thankfully nowhere in sight. You didn't know where they were these days.

"Goodnight. Tannie also says goodnight."

As you try not to smile at this clearly disturbed individual, laying in bed, kicking your feet like a lovesick teenager, you don't even notice the perfume of someone else lingering on the sheets.

Taehyung puts the phone down, a blissed smile on his face. Tannie barks.

"Don't judge me," he pouts. "If you'd know what I know, you also wouldn't feel bad. Besides, a good boy can do something bad. Just once, right?"

Tannie rolls his eyes and drops onto the bed again.

He is bold and he's certain without a shadow of a doubt that he can wrap you around that not-so-innocent finger of his. And he's sort of right.

"You don't even know me," you laugh during yet another one of your meetings in the parks. Dates. They are dates but you can't call them that. It would make it sound...incriminating. He leans in, all convinced with wide, determined eyes.

"I know you. I saw you in a dream."

"That's nonsense!"

"Is it? What about when you see me in your dreams? And..." he trails off never saying but insinuating and it makes you flush all over.

And maybe you do see him in a dream and feverishly please yourself, dreaming of his smile and thick fingers, grasping so readily, so barren of fear. He always looks like he's ready to eat you.

"Oh, there you are!" he greets you bounding across the park and launching himself on top of you - arms, legs, everything wrapping around you like a net. "I want to show you something."

An adult such as yourself shouldn't giggle but you do and you find yourself looking at a painting that isn't squiggles anymore. It's abstract for sure but captivating. Like this weird man.

"You like it?" he coos, gently nuzzling himself into the side of your face.

"I do. It's like you."

Taehyung takes up every corner of the mind but you even more so of his.

He can only beam at every glance you toss his way, every stretch of your hand, life itself suddenly gains new flavour, poems - their meaning. He can only waltz around his house with Tannie in his hands, belting out some nonsense about how he's going to have two parents soon.

He pours his all into you with boldened gleam and shockingly cutthroat determination. You're his baby now, he knows his baby and his baby soon won't be with some cheating asshole who had bragged about it at a bar Taehyung may or may have not visited at the time.

JUNGKOOK: It's in the midst of despair, in the absolute agony of jealousy and self-pity, that the accursed idea crosses his mind. Really, it's just a thought. It's not like he has a working plan - step a: do this, step b: do this, it's just his want to be around you in any sort of capacity. Maybe so much so there wouldn't be a place in your perception left to think about his opponent. And in his defence, he met you, saw you and liked you first and you also liked him first.

All he really does is kicks up an absolute storm and offer himself over and over again. Really, he's bad at taking things, at least within a matter such as this but offering himself is not a hard choice at all.

Clinging all day long, doing everything asked and unasked he becomes your rock and more and more when you think of help, it's Jungkook's face that comes to mind. You think, assume, get delusional about it, but you think your friend's brother is trying to be a homewrecker. To be not aware of it is to be blind. The way his jaw tightens whenever your partner is mentioned, those eyebrows of his drawing into a frown, the way he becomes all soft and flustered whenever you pay special attention to him. It's so endearing that unwillingly you find yourself doing it more and more.

Everything about him is endearing but that's what you had always thought even when he was just a stinky, annoying older brother of your friend nagging you for snacks.

Definitely not endearing is this recent development. Piercings, tattoos, muscle gaining in all the right places. There's nothing endearing about this bratty demon running around, running his mouth about how he can do better - he can carry the trash better than your partner, cook breakfast better, please you better. That had earned a decisive slap to his man boobs but that didn't seem to bother him.

"How unfortunate," he reckons without a hint of supposedly felt misfortune in his voice. He's wearing one of his new shirts if they could be called that. Some flimsy cloth barely stretched over his body. Was it...oil? On his abs?

He's truly not one to understand, Jungkook.

The staircase to the attic is small, so narrow you have to stand pressed up against each other like sardines in a barrel. You can feel every muscle of that body flex, a fact you're certain he's doing on purpose.

"What was the point of nagging me to come with?" you whisper. It just doesn't feel right to speak normally in a small space such as this. "You can fetch the jars yourself."

"No, I need your dainty fingers," he objects. "Just not for the jars."

"You're gross," you push at him but it does squat.

"Lessen the smile on your face and maybe I'll believe you," he smirks.

He finds that once you get past feeling like a douchebag, this game too makes him quite driven. Then again everything about you makes him such.

"Correct me then," he threatens cockily at the end of the conversation. Over. The. Dinner. Table. With your own partner sitting right beside you. A shameless Jungkook is truly what the world didn't need to see. Or rather couldn't handle.

Night had befallen and at the end of the dinner, you're left to wash the dishes. You and Jungkook that is. He stands needlessly close to you, occasionally bumping you with his hip.

Then he turns to look at you. And just keeps staring

"Are there any more dish-"

The kiss is brief, barely a second, just a peck but it's still there and you get a whiff of his cologne and the softness of his lips and how that piercing digs into the side of your mouth.

"Cherry," he mutters to himself inexplicably and begins giggling, nose scrunched in a manner that should not be this adorable.

Another dinner another meeting of friends and it's a complete wreck.

"Hey, man, piss off, why don't you?"

Jungkook sizes them up with an all too cocky smile playing on his lips.

"Or what?" he says, rolling up the sleeves over his veined, tattoed arms.

It shouldn't be this hot.

"Smile, baby," he coos over the camera. "You look so cute!"

The words of your partner ring over and over again.

Do you like Jungkook?

"That's my pretty baby," he continues melting over the picture like it's the Mona Lisa when in reality it's just you eating ice cream. You genuinely don't think for Jungkook there's a difference.

"Lemme have a bite," he says, says not asks, before wrapping his lips around the watermelon icicle. It drips down his chin and it's really not of any help the way his tongue licks up every drop, pulling into a familiar frown when he liked the taste of something.

"We broke up," you blurt, trying to sound accusing but it doesn't quite fall out that way. Jungkook smiles, licking away the stray sugary drop.

"Finally," he ruffles your hair before bringing his nose up to yours, beaming from ear to ear, eyes falling, hooded and glazed, down to your lips. "RIP to him but I've never lost what I want."

© soraviii/soraviie 2022

[svejarph]

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[arathergrimreaper]

So, I was accosted by some self-proclaimed Christian at the laundromat, right?

Keep in mind, I was minding my business as much as I could while waiting on my clothes to dry (forwent putting my earbuds in because it was too much hassle with my journal/sketchbook, my pen case, my bag, etc. and that seems to be how strangers in public fucking GET you so I will cease forgoing forthwith). She just comes up to me and hands me a card with her church and a QR code on it that, according to her, leads to "an important video" I just have to see. Mutuals, followers, cunt-rymen, when I say I never wished to have pyrokinetic abilities to be able to set it on fire in my hand more than at that moment....

Now, idk what tipped her off that I am one of those damned souls she's been indoctrinated to go after rather than doing anything actually fucking useful for the world (i mean, there are several genocides happening at the moment, pick one to help stop, why dontcha?). It might have been my lanyard which is rainbow, or my colored hair/piercings/tattoo, or the fact I was drawing gay aliens kissing but she just wanders over and politely...begins grilling me about where I live, where I work, how old I am, the afterlife, what I believe, if I think of myself as a good person, what would make me want to come to her church, etc (i did not tell her most of these things in any detail and it genuinely bothered me that she was asking. like I got warning bells about the fact she was asking).

Y'all already know what my queer, Pagan witch ass is about. I fucks with y'all. She had no idea, but all the audacity, apparently. Unfortunately, I still had 15 mins on my damn clothes so I had to play nice until I could leave.

She was genuinely surprised when I told her I don't consider myself a good person, nor really care all that much about the afterlife, including if there's a Hell or not. That I don't think you have to be a good person to do good things either. In Hellenic Polytheism, most people don't go to a paradise when they die. Or to Tartarus, unless they truly screwed the pooch somewhere. Elysium is meant for only the most impressive mortals, not necessarily what we would consider "good" in modern times. Heroes and demigods and the like. So, I don't subscribe to getting something necessarily better than this life after I die either. Said I would just be happy as long as there's no capitalism I have to live under when I die. She said 'I don't even know what capitalism is...'. That's when I knew, for certain, I didn't owe her a single damn explanation and started treating it like an interview upon receiving some kind of writing award or something.

She still kept trying to imply that I wasn't taking the threat of Hell seriously, but I also wasn't taking her seriously either. Woman is a teacher! Of little tots! Hope they tie her up with a jump rope on a spindly chair and wheel her ass into the closet. This who is shaping young minds and people really believe that crap about the old bigots dying off--they have already passed their bullshit on and it's running, footloose and fancy-free. Now, I honestly wish I hadn't held back about how much I hope I go to Hell just to beat the fuck outta Reagan.

I have not been able to stop thinking about this interaction and getting mad all over again, guys. Just mad that there are people like that in the world who would come up to anyone and start a theological debate when they aren't causing them a lick of harm. Someone who don't know shit about shit but wants to try and tell me what I should prioritize. People like this are running our country and making up our laws.

We were, like, the biggest mistake.

[msmargaretmurry]

so a few weeks ago i was on the dance floor at a dear friend's wedding reception and i glanced at my phone and saw i had a tumblr message — "i'm a ficbinder and i loved head above water, would you like me to send you a physical copy?" lucky for me said dear friend was someone i met through hockey fandom, and so i was there with a bunch of hockey fandom friends, and so i got to immediately in real life get to be like, Y'ALL!!! SOMEONE WANTS TO BIND THE RATNOVEL INTO A REAL BOOK!! ... and then the next day finally remember to actually message my kind stranger back and tell them that i would absolutely love that!!

fast forward to now and i have in my hands the most gorgeous copy of my behemoth ratfiction, courtesy of the extremely kind and massively talented @sayornispress. this is absolutely the coolest thing anyone's ever done with something i've written, and i have been very blessed to have folks do some pretty cool things before, so that is saying something!!

it's so pretty, i adore the color and font they chose for the cover, and the attention to detail throughout is so impressive and delightful. the table of contents, the formatting with the texting and insta comments, the little hockey graphic for scene breaks, qr code links to my soundtrack playlist and to the fic on ao3 — it's so fucking cool!! i'm obsessed with it!!

also i'm super fucking tickled that @sayornispress included my little dedication. rat crew friends were with me when they first messaged me and when the package arrived today AND tomorrow i'm getting bottomless brunch with all but a few of the rat crew, and i am feeling very sappy about friendship and fandom and the generosity and incredible talent of fandom folks. sometimes the internet is good 💙💙💙

[hotforharrison]

It's been over 5 weeks now since the separation, and I don't think I've ever been this devastated in my entire life.

More and more of his things are disappearing, and it's killing me inside in increments.

He's spent this week dismantling his room -- his computer room and personal space.

Tonight, he's been moving everything across the neighborhood to his new home with his girlfriend, while I'm stuck here in what used to be our home with the ghosts of our relationship and soon to be the ghost of him.

I already feel profoundly alone, and he's not even completely moved out yet.

I thought I might want to stay here long term, make a sort of rent arrangement and have a roommate as well, but I'm not sure how I feel about staying here without him even in the short term.

I also am still trying to get help to find a job so I'll be able to afford to pay rent and live.

The disability employment network psychiatrist I talked to said that it sounded like an at home data entry position would be best suited to me and my situation, but he said he has less resources than the state vocational rehabilitation service would.

He gave me the information, and I had to wait until the holiday weekend was over to contact them.

I called them on Tuesday after Memorial Day weekend and left a message for them to call me back and what it was in regards to, and I went over there in person on Monday of this week, because it had been almost a week. I wanted to ask if I could speak with someone in person.

The woman working there called me a liar when I told her what program I was visiting them in regards to, said it didn't exist, and she told me I wouldn't be able to talk to anyone.

She had me scan a QR code and fill out a form, which left me disgruntled, but no one has contacted me yet.

I'll go back over there on Monday after I have a doctor's appointment if I don't hear anything before then, so they can tell me how long I should expect to have to wait to hear back.

I'll contact the employment network psychiatrist again if I can't get in touch with anyone who can help me from the state vocational rehabilitation program.

In slightly more positive news, I'm going to go to an event this Saturday afternoon for local women to meet up and make friends. I don't know if I'll meet anyone I click with yet, but I'm going to try my hardest.

I'm also going back to the Disney Lorcana trading card game meet up on Saturday morning at the local game shop, which I should make a point of doing weekly.

I need to make friends and have people in my life.

It's extremely hard, but I've been trying to figure out the divorce paperwork without a lawyer, due to the cost. We aren't going to be able to have the stipulations we'd ideally like to have in our final decree without getting one.

It kind of leaves me in the vulnerable place of him getting the house and being able to kick me out at any time, while I'm still liable for the mortgage if he doesn't pay it because refinancing in his name alone would double the interest rate, and that would be stupid to do.

We would have been married for 14 years in September, and I'm walking away with the 25 year old car my dad gave me shortly after we got married that doesn't even start anymore and can't be moved from the driveway.

But I was the one who ultimately ruined the relationship, with my carelessness, so it feels apt that I have to lie in the bed that I made for myself.

[plasticine]

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[thessalian]

Thess vs Ticket Issues

Anyone who thinks that nerds are childish and somehow lacking in adulthood because of their hobbies and interests really needs to watch us arrange a convention sometime. I'm not even talking about the money required to go to a convention. I'm talking logistics. Travel time, organisation of activities for every given day, sorting the souvenir budget. And that's just if everything goes right.

See, my mother booked a physical ticket when she bought me my weekend priority entry to MCM Comic Con this year, and it arrived on Friday. My stepfather brought it Sunday when he finished programming the new heaters (well, one of the new heaters; today's the other one, fixing a hole he made in a wall, and sorting out the boiler ... theoretically, anyway). The first thing I thought was, "Ooh, pretty". The second thing I thought was, "...wait, why does this only say Sunday Priority instead of Weekend Priority?" I mean, the envelope was opened, and Mum and David had already had a look, but they don't understand how any of this works, and anyway probably stopped looking particularly closely when they saw MCM on the flier inside and knew it was technically mine. So they obviously didn't catch it. I, however, did, and it's my ticket, so I was going to have to sort something out.

At first I thought, "Well, maybe it's only the physical ticket that says the wrong thing and the QR code is fine" ... but I was deluding myself because the card is honestly more like a gift card you can get for various shops than anything else, and that probably means that there's just a batch of tickets with QR codes on them for specific days pre-printed and sent out as appropriate, and I just got the wrong one. However, I did want to confirm, so I downloaded the app for the convention (entire conventions have apps now, which I'm sure is helpful but still will not stop being weird) and begin the process of activating my ticket, just to see what happens. I eventually get the text boxes for confirming individual day tickets and weekend tickets. Try my confirmation code in the Weekend Priority Ticket box ... before I even hit submit, it's telling me that the code is invalid. Put the confirmation code for Sunday in? No such message. So they sent me the wrong ticket. Well, fuck.

First thing I did was check to see if that had happened to anyone else. If it has, it isn't a huge deal on the places people complain about such (like, for instance, Reddit), at least not even under the best search terms my black belt in Google-fu could generate. Now, there was the option to email the con runners, but ... well ... much as I hate and despise it, sometimes you just have to talk to a human being for some peace of mind. So I called the line for queries.

Surprisingly, I got an actual person on the line right away. A person in a really shitty wireless headset who I could only partly understand, but an actual person. So I explained the issue, gave him the QR code on the physical ticket and the confirmation ID on the confirmation email my mother forwarded to me, and now all I have to do is go to the query desk with my confirmation ID on my phone and it'll all get sorted. And I had to go to the query desk anyway for an accessibility lanyard, so that's okay. I mean, I'm going to bring my physical ticket just in case they want to see it, but that's only because decades as a secretary has taught me to cover your ass and have all even potentially relevant documents to hand when you're dealing with an issue. Better overprepared than having to fumble for things.

So that's my spark of adrenaline for the day - I actually had to ring customer service and sort out a problem. Because seriously, Marion's coming for the whole weekend and my autographs are booked for Saturday, so going only on Sunday is not an option, even if my mother hadn't spent just over £100 for the ticket, the delivery of physical ticket that they screwed up anyway, and a souvenir pin badge that I also have to pick up at the query desk. Or at least a query desk.

Anyway, look, I adulted my ass off to sort out the mess the people sending tickets made of my con information. Nobody gets to tell me that going to a comic convention makes me less than adult.

[kissmeau]

@tximidity | starter.

Autumn has never been to any kind of education building. However, he would consider enrolling in a course when the coffee shops are two classrooms away; not bad —not needed. This university has its gates open to anyone.

He was shaking his iced coffee when he encountered the wall where all students post their flyers. He likes to take a peek and find out which events he could participate in. This time, he found one about a case study? It's the first time he sees one like that, so he takes a picture of the QR code, which leads to some terms and conditions that he consented to. Then, there was a brief explanation of his role in the project: an in-depth analysis of the subject's life and history. Autumn has never done something similar, and while he thinks Sullivan Walsh, the psychology student addressed on the flyer, will get a surprise when he hears about his past, he doesn't think he shouldn't sign in. Everyone has a different story to tell. He answered the follow-up questions: basic data like age, gender, race, and a phone number to reach out to in case of selection. Autumn clicked send and left the building with a phone no longer in silence mode. He was excited to do something new and didn't want to miss the chance.

[thejeonginshands]

Secret Love Song | BangChan

(you can scan the QR code to get the Playlist)

Materlist | Synopsis | Part 2

Warning: This story may contain foul language and misuse of words, along with explicit erotic narration, please don't be rude about it. I don't want to sexualize any of the idols used in this story, please know how to separate fiction from reality, so don't make a drama in a glass of water. There will be spelling mistakes so don't make a crazy scene about it either, the story will be corrected when it's finished.

seohae's house, 2021

Being an idol was never easy for anyone, the fact of having to be deprived of the things you used to do, to be made to change the way you express yourself, the way you laugh, the way you joke, the way you dress, the way you sing; the simple fact of being a project for someone else is undoubtedly what makes being an idol so complicated and many times, unbearable. Seohae didn't quite know the consequences her unsupervised actions would cause on her career. She had only been the leader of DREAMS for a year and a few months and when she turned on her cell phone and the first thing she saw was an article talking about her saying that Bangchan was unattractive, it was a blow to her face.

Seohae was the most active when it came to doing vlives or just hanging out with her fans, she had a good time with them and loved too share how she did back in the day, talk about anything as if they were family, and they were. Seohae would always be there for her fans and they would always be there for her, that's how the roles were and survival was enjoyable. Seohae being the one who does the most vlives tends a lot to talk about other idols or answer questions she's not supposed to ask. For a female idol to talk about a male group was impressive. So when she was asked if Bangchan looked cute to her, she was honest about it. She said no.

But why was she being attacked so much, were there really people out there who think everyone likes their biases or just the boys themselves? Seohae didn't consider herself a girl who enjoys watching guys doing anything, let alone women, she was just neutral. And everyone realized that when Seohae and her members saw an idol ripping her shirt off at an awards show and the entire audience burst into screams and there were many girls who even almost fainted. Why were people getting excited about that? It was an abdomen, there was nothing more exciting to watch.

But she never thought she would be attacked for that, and taking clips of her "hating" men out of context and getting more people who don't even know her… insulting and judging her. Seohae didn't hate men like people out there say about her, those compilations were just moments where she was caught off guard or just plain serious. She didn't hate anyone, least of all because of her gender.

So to be attacked by Stay and others just for saying that Bangchan didn't think she was handsome was a surprise to her. No doubt something that would affect her good relationship with the CEOS's.

━Good morning. ━Yeji enters the room with a plate of chopped fruit and plops down on the bed of his leader who was checking his cell phone.

━Ah, yeah ━Still reading, Yeji peeks out to see what she was seeing. ━What are you doing?

━Nothing. Just wondering what's got you so into that cell phone, you hate using it in the morning, you said it gets heavy on you. ━Seohae turned it off and put it down on the bed running her hand over her face. ━Tell me what's wrong with you, Hae. You know you can simply lean on me whenever you feel frustrated or sad.

━You haven't heard anything? Everyone is talking about me and claiming things I didn't say about Bangchan. ━Yeji frowns. ━Listen to this title, it's nonsense. "DREAMS leader says Bangchan from Stray Kids is ugly and he doesn't understand why they do so much drama"… I never said that, God!

━ I don't know why you're surprised, Hae. Yellow presses, it's nothing new. ━Shrugs. ━Don't pay attention to those things, they'll only make you feel worse, okay? Distract yourself, but first you should talk to the CEO's, because you can't defend yourself alone, you need them.

━Agh, I know, you think I don't? It's all I've been thinking about these days. But I'm too surprised how a simple comment of mine made half the country angry. ━Yeji laughs. ━It's the bigotry effect, isn't it? I got a lesson that messing with male idols is a lousy idea. Can you imagine them listening to me when I address the Seventeen guys? Nope, they'd cancel me in a heartbeat.

━You're right about that. Hey… ━Seohae sets his gaze on her, watching her eat her fruits like there's no tomorrow. Yeji was a fruit lover, he loved them. Whenever shopping to fill the pantry the first thing on the list was definitely fruits and Miyeon's typical spicy ramen. ━Where are the two brats in the house? It feels empty without the two of them.

Seohae stands up to look for what to wear, as even being the most famous on the Internet these days her work as an artist was not over, far from it, she has not had a break. She had to go back to her daily life, being in bed having the upcoming comeback on her back was not an option.

━Both of them went for a photoshoot, don't you remember? They excitedly told you about it while you were playing Minecraft in your room. ━Yeji denies. ━I'm not really surprised. You should start paying more attention to them, they're our juniors, okay?

She just shrugs her shoulders.

━It's not my obligation, shall we go to the company? I have to look for some clues I left with Woozi and he told me he's there. ━Seohae stop looking for clothes to see her.

━Even without having to look for those clues, we must go. We have the comeback on our shoulders, and the CEO's expect a lot of things from us, we should try our hardest. Can I borrow your black outfit? I can't find anything I haven't already worn. I must urgently go shopping. ━Yeji just shrugged his shoulders.

━Do whatever you want. I just don't want to get out of this bed. ━She lay down lying down, Seohae ignored her going to her elder's room next to hers and searched through the pigsty she had that outfit she's been trying to steal from him for months. Returning to her room she sees Yeji with his cell phone over his face and typing like never before. ━ Apparently they must be doing an interview, because Haneul just texted me asking me to lend him a million won.

━So what did you say? Tell me you didn't send him a swear word. ━Yeji laughs. ━Jeon Yeji!

━But I didn't even tell you that I replied to him! Don't scold me!

━I know you!

━Not well enough, apparently. I told him no and a point, if I had said yes the fans wouldn't have believed it. They know me, you know that. ━Seohae sighed heavily. ━If you keep this up you're going to get old soon.

━How can you not? I understand the leaders now, this is hard. Having to take care of other unruly, chaotic and rude children is complicated. ━Yeji rolled his eyes.

━I'm older than you, Seohae.

━When it suits you. ━The rapper just stands up and spanks him to finish leaving the room. ━Change quickly!

━ Yes, yes, grandma!

. . .

When Yeji and Seohae arrived at the company after managing to pass the big wave of paparazzi who were only throwing questions about Bangchan's gossip. The truth is that Seohae didn't know what to do with her life, she was dying of embarrassment to think how Bangchan reacted when he woke up and found that an idol said that he doesn't look attractive to her. Thousands of assumptions went through his head, but none of them could be the true one because Seohae didn't really know Bangchan.

━Tsk, those motherfuckers. ━Seohae gave a shove to her companion who only whined about it. ━They piss me off that they say so much idiocy just to stir up more controversy. I will never understand them. It weighs down my existence to have to run into them.

━Don't be rude, they're just doing their job. ━Yeji gave her a dirty look. ━Fuck it, but they do it. They have no choice but to meddle in other people's private lives so they don't get fired. Leaving that topic aside because it stresses me out, are we going to finish composing the song for the comeback today? It's still a little while to finish it, the other time we were forced to sleep by Miyeon and Haneul.

━I can't believe they lied to us with another sleeping time. Because of them the whole idea I had for the lyrics slipped my mind and now I have to think of new ones. Ugh. ━They both get into the elevator after security saw their identities and allowed them to enter the building completely. ━By the way, you should call my aunt. She's worried about all this controversy with Bangchan and stuff. She told me she read a lot of hate messages to you.

━I told Mom not to read those things, she always worries about it and it makes Dad crazy. They both freak out and always end up crying thinking I might be having a bad time or I don't know ━Yeji nods. ━I'll call her later. I've told her like a thousand times that those things don't affect me, I don't use Twitter or any social media like your hate comments get to me and so do you guys. We don't read them and life goes on.

━Miyeon and Haneul created an Instagram about a week ago so maybe the comments will get to you. They created one for me but it looks like Vernon's, not one point I got because I told them I wasn't going to use it. It's a boring app, I'd rather build little houses in minecraft than upload pics of myself.

━Poor the ones that have you as bias. ━Yeji burst out laughing. Both of them still talking arrived at the practice room which was completely empty, Seohae went inside this one throwing her coat somewhere and getting ready to warm up and start rehearsing. Yeji did the opposite. She plopped down lying on the floor looking at the ceiling. ━What are we going to do for your mom's birthday, I haven't seen you thinking about it or asking for our help.

━It's because I haven't thought about it, nor do I want to. ━Yeji and her mother got along terribly, her mother took it upon herself all her life to shit on her dream of being a rapper and used to tell her a lot that she was never going to make it which caused their relationship to go down the toilet. ━And don't you dare tell me the usual, because I don't want to fix our relationship. There's no point. We're both fine that way.

━It was a long time ago, Yeji. At least talk to each other once, I don't know. You're mother and daughter. ━Yeji denied.

━Don't insist. I don't want to and I won't. Period. ━Seohae didn't say anything else again, both girls heard a bustle and without being able to get ready into the room came Haneul and Miyeon laughing with each other and wearing quite comfortable training clothes. ━They look happy.

━We are, obviously. Everything went great, plus the pictures turned out great. It was great. ━Speaks Miyeon plopping down on the floor and laying her head on Yeji's lap who didn't complain about it. ━What were they talking about? I feel a tension in the air, did they argue?

━Not at all, Miy, stop being so nosy. ━she sticks her tongue out at Seohae. ━Since it's the four of us, it's time for us to start rehearsing. We should be ready for the comeback. ━he adds standing up, the two newcomers whimper kicking but stand up following their leader's instructions.

━Are we not going to wait for Mr. Hong ━mentions Haneul standing with his arms crossed.

━He has the day off, but he taught me the choreography earlier and I can be the trainer today. ━The remaining three nod. ━Miyeon, I want you here in front for being the main dancer.

━Okay.

. . .

The early morning came faster than Seohae wanted it to all day, she along with Yeji were locked in the agency's studio finishing the song for the comeback which miraculously turned out spectacular. Seohae saw her cell phone screen where several messages from Miyeon and Haneul were the first thing she saw, along with her wallpaper of her together with Joshua ━which the same guy put up because she lost a bet━ and then the time. Four in the morning.

Yeji was completely asleep on the furniture behind her with several papers on top of her body and her arm out of the furniture. A few knocks on her door made her get up from the swivel chair and walk towards it, as she opened it she runs into Seungcheol and Joshua outside dressed to leave the building. They both saw Yeji asleep and decided to talk quietly.

━Hey, it's late, are you guys done composing yet? ━says Joshua worriedly, Seohae yawns and nods.

━We already finished about an hour ago, but I got to check some tracks and the time flew by. My butt and back hurt too much. ━Joshua rolls his eyes because of his zero filter when talking, while Seungcheol went inside the studio. ━You guys just finished?

━Yes, we were quite a while waiting for Woozi hyung to go home all together, are you coming with us, where are Yeonnie and Han? ━The Seventeen boys had cute nicknames for each member of the group, being older they treated them like their younger sisters and were very affectionate with them, which was what made them all become such good friends and they were like a family.

━They are at home. We took care of sending them so they're not here wasting time, if they were still here we wouldn't have been able to finish the song because they'd be "Are you done? We're sleepyoo" ━imitates the voice of their juniors and Joshua laughs.

They both look at Seungcheol trying to wake up the rapper from the girl group, receiving a slight push from her and her back to him still asleep.

━This woman is impossible. ━he laughs, Seohae imitates him. ━I'll carry her on my back. Help me Shua. ━The boy nods walking inside to help him. Seohae takes his coat and backpack where both of their dirty clothes were inside, he equally takes his cell phone and turns off the computers. He sees his best friend place his partner on his partner's back and Seungcheol starts to accommodate her.

The four leave the studio walking towards the exit of the building where they just met some members of the male group who upon seeing Seohae and Yeji were happy to greet them, but upon seeing the sleeping rapper only greeted the leader.

━Wa, Seohae, you look terrible. ━le tells Woozi.

━And you look midget. ━he sticks out his tongue, Woozi just bursts out laughing. ━Where's Dino? I haven't seen him for days, I'm tired of always meeting his boring faces.

━Dino left with the others, he was dead sleepy and kept bugging us so we got rid of him. ━ Jeonghan replies. ━And you should be thankful that they see us, many cry because they can't.

━Yeah, right. ━she replies teasingly, earning a light shove from DK who didn't help but laugh, as usual.

━Hey, how are you doing with everything that's been going around about you and Stray Kids' leader ━asks Minghao who was drinking a coffee in the most relaxed way. What Seohae loved about the guys was that they always cared about her and the other members, and didn't get into anything private that might make them uncomfortable, they always sought to make them feel comfortable.

━Agh, Min, don't ask me that. Embarrassment is eating me up inside. ━The appointee laughs lightly.

━You don't have to feel that way, we've all had something similar happen to us, it's part of growing up in the industry. ━Seungcheol shrugs. ━Besides, it could have been worse, so be thankful that your first gossip is something as silly as that. I know idols who have had terrible gossip, enough to make them want their exit from the group.

━Cheol is right. ━he gives him Woozi's right. Joshua walks over to the girl placing his arm on her shoulder and hugging her for comfort. ━Have you talked it over with the CEO's yet? I'm surprised they haven't sent for you yet or something.

━I talked it over this afternoon when I finished rehearsing. They weren't mad at me which reassured me, they're going to speak up for me and take care of the emails my fans send. ━The guys nod. When they get to the exit, they get into the male group's car so they can go home. Both groups live in the same building so they always went together and it was easier for them to find each other. ━Eh, Jeonghan, don't think I forgot that you owe me twenty thousand won.

━Agh, I thought you were going to forget. ━This one complains. ━I'll give it to you when we get there, I don't have my wallet with me now.

━Why do you owe him money? ━asks Minghao.

━We bet I didn't dare not to cheat in the next Going Seventeen, but I did. ━says the boy and the whole car fills with laughter.

━You're such a cheater, I don't know how they put up with it. ━says Seohae looking straight ahead again.

━I'm wonderful, Seohae, deal with it. ━says this one in her ear, causing her to push him away.

The girl ignores the guys to grab her cell phone so she can check her minors' messages, she saw that Haneul sent her a link of a news and seeing what it was the device fell from her hands to the floor of the car drawing everyone's attention.

━What's wrong ━asks Joshua.

She with a terrified face looks at him and then at the others who looked concerned.

━Bangchan talked about me in his Chan's room.

[silver-linings3]

revisiting dreams/a dream idea

okay for context. sometimes i have a dream or a series of dreams in the past that i wake up without the memory of (not useful but it happens a lot given that i barely remember any dreams). anyway so, the plus side of this means that i can 'revisit' dreams that i don't completely remember having but will regain the memories of all the past dreams during the 'revisit'. The downside of the revisits is that i don't ever (as far as i know) ever get to return to that universe ever again.

last night's one has been the first in a couple of months (if anyone's interested i can talk about it later or maybe i willl anyway). the summary is kind of hard to describe because it's like a murder mystery except there's no murder and it's more of an arg hunt type thing. Think Cicada 3301, leaving their qr codes across countries in the 2010s. But the thing with this is that it's linked to this one website for the town/towns which is run by a group of kids, who everyone thinks is behind all this shit. for some reason, i know they aren't.

anyway, i was only back for part of my dream last night/ this morning and it was sort of like i was in the future of that dream, which is what also happened last time. and in the time in between the original and the revisit the 'clues' had either stopped turning up or people had chosen to ignore them.

the premise of these clues changes quite a bit, there's supposed to be a specific way to find them and they're in different places. sometimes it's a book code, sometimes its as easy as reading letters and putting them in the right order and sometimes they're really difficult to solve. At least a few of them have some disturbing words nearby in,,, like fridge magnet letter but if they stuck to walls. like the big clunky fridge magnets. maybe i'll find a pic later. last night's one was slaughter. don't know what that was about and don't want to know.

another general point that an area is part of a clue is that it will have a little spray paint or doodle of a specific animal. don't know if it was the same in the original but this one was a green owl. think duolingo green and i can't really remember the owl but it wasn't cartoony, it was really subtle.

i had to wake up before anything really happened but i solved that clue and it opened up something else/revealed some items or something (kind of video game style). i got a walkie talkie and some other things that i can't remember but were like survival type things maybe (a torch, etc.).

the follow up move was going to be using the walkie talkie to talk to the person(?) behind the entire thing(?) to find the next clue to go to and solve. (this one was in an alley way for some reason)

i think the reason i was doing it was to find out who was truly behind as i somehow knew it wasn't the kids (my friends?) behind the website, which was an orange and green coloured, tourist-style website.

the only real reason i'm telling you is because i know i won't return and i want to remember.

TL;DR: some sort of irl arg mystery following someone finding clues in random areas signified by a duolingo-green owl mark that has links to a website, made by kids who have nothing to do with it.

[printbrix1]

Business Cards that left a mark on the Big Screen

Have you ever paid attention to the minor nuances in the movies and wondered why actors holding business cards are shown? It could vary from hilarious, iconic or just plain odd, but it somehow helps to show the side of the character and often the plot will be affected by it.

Let us touch base on business cards which are used in movies and TV shows. We’ll check out the both good and bad-ones and will discuss why a good business card actually matters in real life.

Let us not forget the creepily written card from “Squid Game”? Yes, the one that depicts the circles offering indulgent credit but which in fact will drag you into playing games that kill. It had done its job within the story, luring in those players who thirst for a desperate game, but it also portrayed a haunting image of popular culture.Talk about dark marketing!

In “American Psycho” it could be considered that Christian Bale’s Patrick Bateman may be one of the top fashions, but his business card game? Not very good at all. The scene where his unremarkable card got totally ignored is now among the movie’s greatest hit scenes. The poor boy just wanted to be fine.

However, these playing cards, which the Joker uses to introduce himself in “The Dark Knight”, are indeed recognizable, but they are definitely out of touch with both personalization and professionalism. That's obviously not what he is aiming for, but with just a dash of branding would be good enough?

Ace Ventura’s card in his eponymous and quirky film itself is highly conspicuous, colorful and complements his wild detective style.

 Although the movie is not like a fine wine with refined tastes, the card is forever in the memory. (say this from the same stance that I'm from)

Let’s not leave Agent K’s “Men in Black” leave his credit alone as it is so minimalist it almost goes undetected!Initials and handwritten details? No, not quite the professional standards, even for space diplomats.

Business Card Do’s & Don’s

Do’s:

• Stand out: Be pithy, but don’t get carried away (Unlike Squid Game’s spine-chilling card).

• Be personal: Write about the brand personality or reflect your personality as Ace Ventura’s odd design does.

• Prioritize clarity: Also, Agent K is included (don’t have to scramble looking for those illegible notes!)

• Invest in quality: Cheap materials waft the wrong message.

Don’ts :

• Blend in: Be bold, but not dull as a plain card containing only one sentence that says, "I had an amazing night at the party, but I lost my jacket. Can anyone help me?"

��� Alienate your audience: Prevent wit and allusions that may possibly not work.

• Sacrifice professionalism: The joker is not mistaken even once for the card lacks all the important details.

• Forget about engagement: Let’s talk about the different options at hand like QR codes, digital options, or interactive touch elements.

Not just list contact info, but

However, the Movie Cards are not just a part of the scenery; they are vehicles into character’s personality, occupation and even the theme of the movie. The can be hilarious, puzzling or even downright scary.

This means that the next time a business card shows up in a movie, examine the details more carefully. And what's more, it may even tell you more than you wanted.

[disillusionedjudge]

✏️ + Fran and Balthier for the Sky Pirate AU

Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ!

Balthier: Fran said I was their second favorite person, and I was bummed, but then they said Everren is third. They have no favorite person. They’re holding the position open.

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Everren: If Balthier and I were drowning, who would you save? Fran: You two can’t swim? Everren: It’s a hypothetical question, Fran! Who would you save? Fran: My time and effort.

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Fran: Are you sure Balthier’s going to be able to handle that IKEA furniture? They’re not very good with technical stuff… Everren: Why are you worried? IKEA was never complicated; these days, it’s even easier! Everything’s color coded, numbered, and there’s even an assembly robot option to make it even easier for Balthier, which we’ve obviously opted in for. All they need to do is press the clearly labeled ON button, scan the QR code on the front of the box, and it’ll take care of the rest. Even a monkey could do it! *Everren’s phone rings* Balthier: Hey, so I’m at Lowes… Fran: … Fran: I should have gone with the monkey.

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Everren: It’s funny how well you and Fran get along. Didn’t they hate you at first? Balthier: Fran hates everybody at first. It’s their way of reaching out to people.

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Everren: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?! Fran: It's kind of complicated, but Balthier- Everren: Got it. Forget I asked.

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Balthier & Everren:*Playing video games* Fran: You guys woke up at 5:30 in the morning just to play games? Balthier: *silence* Everren: *silence* Fran, finally figuring it out: ...You two never went to sleep, did you? Balthier & Everren in shame: Yeah...

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Fran: You really believe in Everren? Balthier: Luckily, they believe in themself enough for the both of us.

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Balthier: Who wants to make fifty bucks? Fran: How? Balthier: I need someone to take the fall. Fran: What did you do? Balthier: I can't tell you. Yes or no, no questions asked. Everren, from the other room: Oh my god. Balthier: ... Everren: OH MY GOD! Fran: Make it a hundred. Balthier: Deal.

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Balthier: Everren isn’t answering my messages. Fran: Allow me. Balthier: I tried 6 times, what makes you thi- Everren: *replying to message* Hello.

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Fran: What’s the status up here? Balthier: Fucked up, about to die, Everren’s a nerd. The usual.

[nerdypatrollove]

How to start an online business for free

I'd like to explain what an online business is to you. Starting an online business is the first step to operating any kind of business online. Selling your goods or services online is a form of online business. In an Internet business, everything is available online.

Starting a business used to be challenging. because you need to invest a large sum of money. For this reason, starting a business is challenging for everyone. Only rich people and powerful businessmen can launch a company. However, this is not the case since anyone can start an online business for free.

Ideas for online business

There are many businesses to start online, but I want to share the top 5 business ideas that you can start without investment and immediately. That business anyone can start

Online books:-

If you have an interest in writing or are good at writing with a creative mind, you can write your own e-books free of charge and sell them online. You just have to write a good book that your audience will like.

E-commerce store:-

Whether you already have an offline business and want to switch online, you can start selling products online by creating an e-commerce store for free. I will tell you the best e-commerce platform for your business. You can earn money very easily because most people buy products online.

Selling handmade goods:

Many people are creative, make very good handmade products, and also want to sell handmade products, so they can also start their own handmade goods business without investment.

Dropshipping:-

You can also start an online business without your own products. You can start a dropshipping business; you just have to sell other people's products and earn your margin. You just need a platform to sell other products. And you can start it without money.

Print on demand:

Again, if you are creative and have good design skills, you can start your own business. You just have to make designs for clothes and sell them; the company will do everything else. You can easily design with Canva. You can start with Printful, Printify, etc.

If you want to start these businesses, you also need the best platform to grow them. There are many platforms, but I want to suggest QPe because it allows you to launch an online store for free in just a few minutes without any programming knowledge or experience. There are more reasons to use it.

Reasons to use QPe for online business

QPe offers free online stores for start-ups, small business owners, and entrepreneurs. An online store can be started in a few seconds.

It makes it easy to manage purchases, catalog products, and user interactions with online stores using QPe's content management system (CMS).

QPe is the fastest-growing e-commerce platform. With QPe, online retailers can manage their businesses with an end-to-end SaaS-based software solution. Without any specialized expertise in programming. It's very simple to launch an online business.

To help you launch an online store, QPe offers a choice of themes, a QR Code For the Store, a free catalog builder, the capacity to upload an unlimited number of products, analysis Tools, and more. Also, QPe offers a wide range of other features.

Using a single point-of-sale (POS) management system, you can handle orders, manage your inventory, and accept payments. You have an almost limitless number of design and product-adding choices.

You can sell your product with zero commission charges with QPe.

Source:- https://www.goqpe.com/