#it wants you to believe that as long as you're making buckets of money you're automatically happy

[yepthatsacowalright]

I really appreciated the video Julien Solomita posted recently (an edited part of one of his Twitch streams) where he talked about online creators leaving the public eye. Specifically these bits really struck me: "I think it's hard for some people to imagine what a person goes through with years kind of compounded of doing something like that in such a public way. You see a little bit of it, right? Like you see videos, and you see posts, and you see some appearances and it's the tip of the iceberg, but not only are you not seeing the other things that happen that make that machine run and that make it all possible, but...you also aren't experiencing the toll that someone has to pay." "There's always a cost... I think what people are starting to realize when they see creators leave is what that cost looks like. For different people it is a different cost...but there's like...an overarching similarity with that cost. There's like a common denominator, which is like it's kind of part of your soul. You're kind of giving a part of yourself to make yourself available in content for the world, and after doing that for a long time it can sometimes, I think, feel like you've forgotten what it feels like to just be a person." It reminded me of a lot of things currently on my mind, including the post John Green made a while ago about what he gained and what he lost as a successful author and YouTuber. More and more I feel like the creative people I admire most all end up feeling this way, and it has me so conflicted and stuck. I used to think what would ultimately hold me back creatively would be fears that I'm not good enough, or that no one would care what I have to say or share, but that's not it. I mean, those are worries, sure, but they aren't enough to stop me. No, what stops me is wondering if I am good enough. If people would care about what I say or share. Because then I would have to pay that toll. Something equal to what I gained would be taken from me, and I would never be able to undo it. I would never stop being The Person Who Did That. I will have no choice but to live with all positives and negatives that unfurl as a result. I would have to continue to do it to maintain the income and the success. Parts of me would not be mine anymore, and what happens to them out in the world would be out of my control forever after. There's something much more terrifying and haunting in that potential outcome. I just still deeply do not know how to reconcile the desire to make a creative, meaningful impact on the world, and the desire to protect what matters to me. It doesn't feel like these should be the only two options. I wish there were more.

[mewhenimanangel]

reporting live, paige bueckers

— synopsis. you meet paige when you’re assigned to report on the uconn v. iowa game. twoshot!

notes ౨ৎ: i’ve never wrote for a real person before it feels so strange…but there’s like no fics on here i had to take matters into my own hands.

also yes im rewriting history to make uconn win!

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you checked yourself out in the mirror, fixing your outfit - low rise black work pants with a white button down that showed a small sliver of your stomach with black sling back heels.

you tossed your hair around to fix it making sure it was in perfect shape. after all, your job was pretty dependent on looks.

you worked as a reporter for the city's top news agency and tonight you would be attending the uconn versus iowa women's basketball game.

you were also pretty active on social media and managed to make some money that way, you were more than grateful for your lifestyle.

you called your friend, devon , to make sure she was on her way to get you knowing you absolutely could not be late tonight.

she answered the phone and you sighed a breath of relief when it sounded like she was in fact on her way.

"hey girll, are you excited for tonight? pretty big story" she said, bustling city noise behind her.

"yeah i'm excited to interview uconn after they beat iowa's ass" you smirked when you heard her gasp on the other side. "they so will not! my girlfriend caitlin's gonna pull through"

"nah, paige buckets got that easily" you scoffed as you packed your bag, ready to head downstairs out of your apartment.

your bosses had assigned you to tonight's game and hooked you up with two court-side tickets for you and a guest, along with the camera crew.

you of course had to invite your best friend to go with you.

you stepped outside the building and watched as her car pulled up outside.

"ugh i can't believe i get to see caitlin clark up close" devon squealed as you got yourself situated in the car. "ugh be calm, you literally have a boyfriend." you joked. "okay and?" she laughed as she drove off.

once you were at the stadium, you and devon met at with your crew as you found your seats inside.

the game wasn't due to start for another fourty or so minutes but it was already packed inside.

you were glad women's basketball was finally getting the recognition it deserved after you and your mom had been fans of it almost your whole life. you even played a little bit in high school.

you and devon got snacks before sitting down and getting yourselves comfortable.

it didn't feel long until the players came out and the game was started. aliyah and hailey jump started the game before kk threw the ball back at paige.

the game was a close one and you made sure to follow it closely. throughout the game you did side interviews with other players and people attending the game, which was all just leading up to the end of game interviews.

it was the final quarter and you made sure to pay close attention.

it all came down to the last few seconds when paige threw the ball off caitlin's back to catch it again and land the ball in the net, giving uconn the winning score!

you and your crew sat up as you turned your reporter accent on "there you have it folks, uconn has won this round and will advance to the final game against south carolina. what an amazing job tonight by these wonderful ladies on both teams. win or lose, it was a great watch and i'm cheering for everyone's next move."

once you were sure the cameras were off you turned around to devon and threw your hands in the air.

"bitch i told you! i tolddd you paige had this game" you squealed. "ughhh you're so annoying why are you always right" she groaned.

a few minutes later you popped some mouthwash melts and fixed your makeup before you were to interview paige.

your hands were sweating like crazy. you never wanted to come off as an insane fan girl but you were obsessed with paige.

your cameraman followed you as you walked over to paige and she turned around. "hi" she smiled and shook your hand. "hi, are you ready?" you asked her. "yeah" she smiled. you gave your cameraman a thumbs up as he turned the camera on.

you turned to paige, who was already staring at you and you took a deep breath. you're usually never nervous to interview people but god the way she was looking at you.

her eyes were trained on yours and she had a little smirk on her face, her face was glistening from the tiring game she just played and she licked her lips waiting for you to ask your first question.

you cleared your throat "i'm here with paige bueckers, who just made the winning move in the highly anticipated iowa versus uconn game! tell me paige, how did it feel to take the winning shot?" you turned the microphone to her.

she rubbed her chin "ah it was really nerve racking to be honest i mean. i could feel my team counting on me and i knew i really had to pull through and get us out on top" she answered, eyes focusing back on you.

"yeah but that was a tough shot wasn't it?" you watched her eyes drop down to scan you before meeting yours again. "yeah but i knew i could make it in for sure"

"right, bueckers get buckets i don't know what to tell y'all" you joked to the camera. paige laughed.

"yeah for sure but i really owe it all to my team" she continued before kk came up behind her. "yupppppp WE GOING TO THE TITLE GAME" she threw her arms around you and paige and the threw of you jumped in excitement before running to find her other teammates.

you laughed it off before continuing for the camera "well there you have it, paige it was lovely to talk to you. congratulations on the winning game! make sure those of you at home tune in to the final game taking place in just a few days." you signed off the camera before your crew stopped filming.

you turned to paige and dropped the reporter voice. "it was nice to meet you by the way" you smiled. "i could say the same" her eyes never left yours and you bit your cheek to hide a smile.

"well i should let you go celebrate, congratulations, have a good night!" you said, beginning to walk away.

"bye it was nice to meet you" she said before you fully walked away.

you walked over to devon who was waiting on the side. "i know damn well your heart is racing"

"shut up" you smirked.

[ravixen]

HI!

Just went over your masterlist and i already love your works, especially your reactions.

And i checked your guidelines to see if you are taking request right now, so happy that you are active and accepting btw

May i request a reaction for seungcheol, joshua, Wonwoo, mingyu and Minghao about them giving their s/o partner privileges? I dont have a specific scenario in mind so i will leave it to you, i just want to see them finding themselves in a hard situation and they choose their partner or they do something for their partner that they havent done for anyone before. Or whatever you come up with lol

Thank you so much in advance

svt + prioritizing their s/o

➔ reaction || requested

➔ warnings: none || 1249 words ➔ notes: fluff; thank you for the love! this is such a lovely prompt, and i got a few ideas from this. it was hard to choose a title because some of them are about prioritizing their s/o (low stakes) and some of them are about trying something new for their s/o. partner privileges are going to be portrayed slightly differently in possible another reaction, so i wanted to save that phrase. pls reblog if you liked!

SEUNGCHEOL: oh, the things he does for you...he even enlists the help of his friend. vernon stares at seungcheol with unfiltered shock, slack-jawed. "are you actually going to a cat cafe?" he asks, eyes wide as if he heard wrong, which is fair because this is seungcheol we're talking about. he is such a dog person that he'd quit his current career and raise five huge dogs if he never had to worry about money again. cats are fine, they're just...he's not a fan. (actually, they're scary, and he swears they'll swipe his wallet in broad daylight, but everyone he says this to laughs.) you, on the other hand, love cats. you like most animals, but cats take the crown and you've always had cat cafes on your bucket list, though you were quick to downplay it once you caught wind of his aversion. "it's a special occasion," seungcheol grumbles. "are you sure you want to do this?" vernon asks, eyebrows still lifted to his hairline. "as much as they want to go, they're not going to have fun if you're going to look grumpy the whole time." this makes seungcheol pause, but when he thinks about how happy you'd be, shoulders thrumming with excitement, he figures that he can try his best for a few hours. "i think it'll be fine," he says, believing the words the more he says them. for you, he supposes that he could give it a shot.

JOSHUA: he's catching up with some old friends when you suddenly call, asking if he's busy. "i'm just out right now," he says, giving the table a little signal as he steps away. "did you need something?" you don't respond. in fact, you go quiet for so long that he thinks the line dropped. "hey, you still there?" he asks, glancing back over his shoulder. "yeah, i'm still here! you have that thing with your buddies today, right? sorry for interrupting, i just couldn't find the hoodie i borrowed from you, but i see it now. i'll see you later?" there's a weird commotion before you hang up, but he doesn't think much of it and goes back to his friends. he hasn't seen them in years, but the conversation never stops flowing and they end up ordering another round of appetizers as they catch up. they get halfway through a third tray of fries and nachos before joshua's phone dings again, this time a text from seokmin. package safely delivered from the clinic. i also ate your ice cream, sorry. consider it a delivery fee, the text says. attached is a picture of you on the couch with an ice pack, returning seokmin's thumbs up with two of your own. what the heck, did you get hurt? he quickly excuses himself from the table, explaining to his friends that an emergency came up and that he'll cover half the bill. he can't believe that you'd think he'd choose this reunion over you—you will always come first.

WONWOO: he isn't a flowers person. in his eyes, they're pointless; you get them, you put them in water, and you watch them wither until they go into the compost. he's never seen the point of flowers, preferring to celebrate with things like chocolate or take-out. he said that to you once, when he first saw the vase of fresh blooms you keep in your living room, without realizing that you're absolutely a flowers person. your smile had faltered before you chirped, "oh really? i don't know, i kinda like them." it took a few visits before he realized that flowers are a staple for your home and that your friends are always getting you bouquets for special occasions. "don't worry, i love getting practical stuff just as much," you told him when he took you out for dinner, his gift to you. still, just because he doesn't understand the appeal doesn't mean that he should ignore your preferences. he walks around the florist shop, trying to figure out which bouquet you'd like most. they're nice and pretty, but they're all missing something. finally he approaches the register and asks if they do arrangements on the spot. the person manning the front is beyond helpful, bringing out a list of popular in-stock flowers and their meanings, things that a flower fanatic like you would know. wonwoo isn't a flowers person, but when he rings your doorbell and watches your eyes light up, he knows that he's a you person.

MINGYU: he's always been a fan of water sports, but he didn't really get into them until he met you, someone who would grow gills and live in water if it was possible. to celebrate his growth lately, you surprised him with tickets to a place you've been dying to try...which could be considered more of a gift for you, now that you think about it, but he loves spending time with you and learning new things. in retrospect, though, you should've done a little more research into the place because you didn't expect their entrance to trigger mingyu's fear of heights. they really take the adrenaline junkie's dream come true tag seriously. "it's okay, i'm right here," you say for what feels like the tenth time, holding your hands out for mingyu. his wobbling pout doesn't falter as he whines out your name, and as you take in his expression, you realize that you'll have to cut your losses and abandon the tickets. after one lingering glance over your shoulder, you put a smile on your face. "actually, let's just go somewhere else, yeah?" "but you were looking forward to going here." "that's alright. it's not fun if you're not having fun, too. i can always go back another time." and he stands there, worrying his lip as he considers. "what if i close my eyes and you help me over?" you snort, reminding him that that's even worse. eventually, he does make it in, but you spend five minutes sitting on the ground with him as he calms his heart.

MINGHAO: choosing you is as easy as breathing. when he sees you bump into the table and yelp, his arms come out to catch you, ignoring the fact that you weren't the only thing tumbling to the ground. he flinches when clay and porcelain shatter against the kitchen tiles, but any sound he makes is drowned by your sharp inhale as shards of his teapot scatter across the room. "don't move," he tells you once you right yourself, going to find a broom, but you're bad at instructions and immediately kneel down, picking at the pieces. "oh my god, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to." "i know." he nudges you aside as he cleans up the mess. "it's alright." "no, it's not! this is...it was new! and expensive. i'll get you another one," you promise, going to the corner to grab the dustpan. "you were close to it—you could've caught it." he shakes his head. "and let you get hurt instead? nah." you roll your eyes at that, reminding him that you're not that fragile. you'll survive a little stumble. his newest teapot, though, clearly did not. when he catches your disappointed expression, he squeezes your elbow. "it's perfectly fine. it's my fault for keeping it so close to the edge anyway. we're lucky that it was empty. why don't we finish this and go shopping for another one?"

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

I just found your account, and I love your writing especially the ones with Geto!! (I love that man!!)I do apologize for asking but do think you would ever write more of chubby reader Geto? Especially the one where chubby darling is trying to make herself useful in his temple? I love that one especially!

I actually wanted to write a fic for that prompt for a LONG time but i never found the strength to finish it, so allow me to expand upon chubby reader who works in Geto's temple 💕

CW: chubby fem reader, non-sorcerer reader, Geto refers to reader as a "monkey" once, allusion to suicide, bullying, the twins are around 10-12 yrs old, smut (mostly implied)

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Let's start by saying that you're nothing special. You are not the type of girl that Geto would see himself with. It would take a miracle for him to fall for someone like you.

And yet, miracles happen every day, don't they?

Your family has acquired some debt. They have been paying Geto to exorcise curses for them, and he has always delivered, but they have run low on funds and there's still a nasty curse to take care of. They beg and plead with him to remove it, but he refuses to lift a finger until they bring him a hefty donation again.

That's where you come in.

You can't see or sense curses, but you've felt their effects, dealing with the repurcussions of your family's awful attitude. This latest curse is the worst of them all, feeding off of every negative thing your family spews, weighing you down with their toxic energy. You'd do anything to get rid of it, to finally know peace again.

So you offer a trade. You promise to provide your services to the sorceror if he exorcises this curse for you and your family.

Geto ponders this deal for a while. He believes that monkeys are only good for providing curses or money, so he doesn't see the appeal of you at first. But then he remembers that he recently disposed of his maid because the twins disliked her, so he decides to make the deal. He will dispose of the curse if you act as his maid, cooking, cleaning, the works.

You have no other choice, so you accept.

The work itself isn't hard. Dusting, sweeping, mopping, polishing. You cook breakfast and dinner, lunch if requested. You're starting to get callouses from the work, but that's the least of your worries.

The twins hate you. You don't expect them to like a non-sorcerer like you, but they're cruel without reason. They tip over your mop bucket and run off laughing, they leave worms in your bed, they once took scissors to your hair and cut a piece off. They are awful, but you know you can't fight back. You have to take the high road, be the bigger person, endure their hatred so you can get by. If you step out of line, Geto will kill you without hesitation, you know this for a fact. So, you don't fight back. You show no reaction. You pray they get bored of you before you jump off the roof of the temple. At least then you would find peace.

The girls get into a fight one day. Nanako ripped Mimiko's doll as payback and now the both of them are sobbing and yelling at each other. You think it's karma for how they've treated you.

And yet, you take the high road once more.

You separate the girls first, sending Mimi to the kitchen and Nana to the living room. You quietly sew and mend Mimiko's doll, eyes watching you as you did so. Once the doll was fixed, you coaxed Nanako to take the doll to her sister and apologize. Surprisingly, she did so, and the girls hugged. They went on their merry way, not hurling insults at you for once. You go back to your chores.

The girls ask, no, demand lunch a few days later. You comply, making onigiri and cutting fruit into fun shapes, adding a cookie for dessert. The girls coo about the hearts and stars on their plates before digging in. They take their plates to the sink when they're finished and linger for a moment, staring at you. You ask what's wrong, but they scamper off before you can get an answer. You wash the dishes in silence.

Nanako falls and scrapes her knee on a rock. The other workers are shocked still, terrified of what Geto will do now that one of his precious girls has been injured, but you don't fret. You take action, bringing the young girl inside, grabbing a first aid kit, tending to her small wound. You clean it, apply a bandage. She requests a kiss to make it better, so you comply, pressing your lips gently against the bandage. She seems satisfied, getting up and running off with her sister again, throwing back a "thank you" as she does. You're surprised at her gratitude, but you think little of it.

You become a beacon of sorts. The other workers saw how well you handled Nanako's wound, and now they come to you whenever they don't know how to handle the twins. The girls are fighting? You are retrieved to break it up. They want lunch? You're always the one who makes it. They're getting ready for bed? You are now the one who ensures they brush their teeth, tucking them into bed before Geto bids them goodnight. You don't think much of your new role, chalking it up to just being a new part of your job that you have to take care of.

It's not until they call you "Mom" that you look at your role differently.

Mimiko calls you "Mom" first, after she finishes her lunch and puts her plate in the sink.

"Mom, I want a cookie."

You pause, frozen, processing what she said.

"Um... what do you say when you want something?" The young girl rolls her eyes.

"May I please have a cookie?" You smile softly at her compliance.

"Yes, you may." You take down the cookie jar, pulling out two and handing them to Mimiko. "Take one to your sister."

"Okay!" And she's off, leaving you to think about your new label.

Later that night, when you're tucking the girls into bed...

"Goodnight, Mom," Mimiko mumbles from below her sheets. You pause at the door, hand on the handle.

"Night, Mom," Nanako speaks up, hiding her face with her comforter. You swallow, inhaling deep.

"Goodnight, girls. Sleep tight."

You hesitantly close the door, hearing it click softly. You sigh, turning around, running into someone.

It was Geto. He stared down at you silently, eyes boring into you. You quickly bowed, moving out of his way, gaze glued to the floor. He watches you for a moment before grabbing the door handle, pushing the door open. You hear the girls chirp with delight as the door closes. Once it clicks shut, you bolt out of there, not looking back.

You become a maternal figure for the girls, someone they look up to, someone they rely on. You take care of them daily, tending to their every whim, scolding them gently when needed. The girls begin to follow you, insisting that you play with them, that you give them time and attention. Other people start taking on your chores so that you can entertain the twins and keep the peace.

At the same time, Geto starts to notice you more.

He notices how the girls light up when they talk about you, how they ask for you at night to read another chapter in their book, how they cling to you whenever they have a free moment. He thinks it's silly for them to enjoy the presence of a non-sorcerer such as yourself. Of all the people to become attached to, why you? There were plenty of socerer women that wandered these halls, so why did they choose you? What was so special about you?

It bothers him for a bit, but ultimately he's just happy that his girls are happy. He even began to appreciate your presence, your maternal instincts allowing you to care for the twins better than anyone else could. He came to value having you around to give his girls the love and attention they lacked when they were so young.

But there were other perks to having you around. Geto found himself delighted whenever you smiled, silently hoping you could direct that smile towards him. He began speaking with you casually, enjoying the sound of your voice more and more with each conversation. And you were attractive, to say the least, bright and lovely. He savoured being able to see a pretty thing like you so often, your round cheeks, your glittering eyes, your delicate hands, your bountiful hips. His mind began to wander to your body during his little meetings, wondering how soft you were under that cheap, coarse uniform. He imagined how your thighs would squish as you sat or kneeled before him, gazing up at him, willing to take whatever he would give you.

That's when he started fantasizing about you in earnest. He started thinking about you late at night, about your plump frame and how it would feel under his fingers. He thought about your thighs warming the sides of his face, your ass bouncing as he thrust into your, your mouth forming a perfect 'O' as you came over and over again. He thought of all of this as his hand trailed down his body, wrapping around his cock and tugging it, groaning at the sensation. You'd be so much better than his hand, soft and warm and wet. He wanted to feel you, to brace you against him, make you all his. God, what he'd give for just a taste of you.

He does this for a while. He doesn't know how much longer he can go. Maybe he'll make you his personal maid, have you draw him a bath, make you massage his scalp as he soaks. Maybe he'll be forward and tell you exactly what he wants. Maybe he'll force you into his bed; people will do anything if they're threatened properly. Maybe he'll woo you with gifts, perhaps a few dresses, maybe even a kimono, something traditional to match him. He's not sure, there's so many options, he can't decide.

The girls want to go to an aquarium. They want you to come along.

Maybe he could court you properly.

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[armins-main-hoe]

Coukd u do an aizawa arrange marriage fic?

Sure! But i don't think i can create a whole fic with chapters so this will just be like a really post with my head cannons about it.

I know you sent this request like literally ages ago and I'm so sorry for only now getting to post it. I was not trying to deliberately ignore you're request I just had not opened tumblr to write in a very long time.

But I'm back now and I'm going to keep up with all the requests I get.

Aizawaxfem!reader

Selenophile

(A person who loves the moon)

You both got married in your early twenties, by now quirk marriages were not as common and were often frowned upon, yet your life had been sealed with Shota Aizawa since you got your quirk.

His quirk, the ability to remove another's quirk with his eyes and your quirk, the ability to control another's health, to either make it better or worse, by your touch.

What your families hoped to achieve was a quirk where one could control another's health with their sight. Since you can always see further than you can touch, the two family heads believed that a quirk like this could lead to a lot of success and, of course, money.

Neither families were at the top of the upper class of society but that did not stop them.

When you first met Shota, you could tell he was a man of few words, he did not like small talk. His eyes sullen and drooping with lack of sleep. You struggled a lot to keep the conversation going with him.

During your engagement, you hardly met him, he was busy with starting his career as a pro hero and you were still doing your apprenticeship under the top nurse of Japan's most famous school, UA.

When you got married and had arrived at your honeymoon, you were sweating buckets. While you weren't all that close to your newly wedded husband, you could never deny that he defiantly had the body of a pro hero, in other words, he was hot as fuck sometimes.

All the exhaustion from the wedding had suddenly disappeared as you began to wonder if he too was expecting anything from tonight.

He didn't. He went straight to sleep. Ugh, men.

The rest of your honeymoon was just as awkward, well at least from your side it was, Shouta did not seem to care all that much, he just appreciated the actual time for sleep he was getting.

Months passed and your relationship with your husband did not get any tighter, you both took turns with chores and cooking, working around each other's schedules.

By now Aizawa's pro hero career was kicking off and you had finished your apprenticeship and had begun working with Recovery girl.

You soon began to think your life was not all that bad, you enjoyed your job and it paid extremely well, you had developed some sort of mutual understanding with your husband, though there was no romance nor friendship, there were no arguments or squabbles either.

Not wanting to admit it so soon, you had actually begun to feel fond of Shota. Sure no strong romantic feelings yet but you could tell he was a genuine guy. A workaholic but to be fair, so were you.

After a year went by, however, you both soon began to get pressure from your families to start trying for a child. They wanted their perfect quirk and they wanted it now, claiming that they had given you both plenty of time to settle in.

Shota would then tell you that he was perfectly fine with waiting, since all anyone can do was talk and shout. No one could physically force you to conceive a child. He also believed now was not the time for a child for you both, since the two of you were so busy with your own work lives.

While you agreed with him you began to wonder if he actually ever wanted to have children. Just like you he was forced into this marriage, neither of you had a choice. But now that you are married, no one can force you to have children like they forced you to get married. So in a way, you both have a choice now.

You didn't ask him about it.

One day you got a call from Shouta, it was late in the evening and you had came home after work. He had told you before hand that he was going to go out and have dinner with a friend of his.

You pick up the call and immediately realised the person on the other end was NOT your husband.

"Yo Mrs Aizawa, your *hic* HUBBY bubby is on the floor, passed out *hic*"

ah, Hizashi Yamada, also known as President Mic. You had never met him but you knew he was a really close friend of your husband's. You then made your way over in your car and picked the two drunk men up. After some difficulty, you managed to get the loud blonde to his place and then got yourself and your husband back to your place.

You helped him walk up the stairs and back to your shared bedroom.

"Okay, stay sitting on the bed, i'm gonna get you something esle to wear okay?" You tell him softly.

"Y/nnnnn?" Shota called out even though you were in the same room.

"I'm here." you say while opening his wardrobe.

"You're my wife, you know that?" He drunkly babbles.

You smile at his antics. "I know shota." You walk towards him with a pair of more loose clothes.

"My pretty wife."

You know he's drunk but it still made you blush.

"My pretty cute wife." He then grabs your face, squishing your cheeks.

"S-shota-"

"Why are you like that?" He asked, letting you go and throwing himself back on the bed.

"Like what?"

"Like, like... like awkward around me. I'm your husband!" He threw his arms up for effect.

"Come on, change your clothes." You pull him up so he is sitting again.

Thats when he pulls you onto his lap.

"Shota!"

"Y/n!" he whined.

He then hugged your waist, nuzzling into your neck. You're entire body flushed, you did not know what to do. You couldn't move even if you wanted.

"You're like the sun y/n.." He then mumbles, yet you couldn't quite understand what he was saying as all you could focus on was his lips brushing against your neck.

"So pretty and happy and... well.. hot. But no matter what I can't get close to you."

"i'd say you're pretty close to me right n-now..."

"But i'm drunk." He then looks up at you.

"Oh so you're aware?"

he nods. "I don't think I have the balls to hug you sober."

You let out a soft laugh, your mind and heart still racing, you had never been so close to him ever since you shared a kiss on your wedding day.

"Why's that?" you asked him, somehow feeling your heart calm down.

"I'm scared." Your eyes widened at his words. You never thought he could be scared of initiating a deeper relationship with you, you always thought that he just did not want one. The conversation ended there that night since he ended up falling asleep straight after.

Shota woke up to one of the worst hang overs he has had his entire lige the next day. Suppose it was not all that bad since his wife took the day off to help him get better.

He did not quite understand why she would take the whole day off, he already had the day off which is why he even agreed to drinking. He thought that she didn't have to skip work just fro him, though he was grateful that she did.

He also noticed that something about her has changed, she became more... close? He isn't quite sure. But he likes it.

With a new step forward in your relationship, the two of you found each other becoming much closer to each other, you would sit and talk for much longer during dinners, tell each other more about your personal interests and on those off days where your both manage to get a day off on the same day, you both would spend the day together, almost as you would on a date.

Then there was a day where Shota had another long shift at his agency, he came back home with a few new cuts and bruises.

You were just getting ready for bed when you saw him go in the bathroom, you noticed the blood dripping down his arm.

"Shota?" You knocked on the bathroom door.

"Yeah?" You heard him say followed by a soft groan.

"What happened?" You ask. "Can I come in?"

"It's fine don't worry, go back to bed."

"Shota.... I can help. You know how my quirk works."

After some convincing, he let you in. His cheek had a dark pink bruise forming, his hero suit ripped. Though he mostly wore black, up close you could see darker patches of black where it clearly was soaked in his blood. The worst of it was his arm, his sleave completely missing and he had burn marks around a massive cut that started at his bicep to his elbow.

"Fuck." You breathed out at the sight of it.

"That bad huh?" He chuckled.

"Why didn't you get patched up at ur agency?" You looked up at him

"The medical staff are out on strike."

You nodded, you heard of some medical staff in some agencies leaving because of how little they got paid.

"Take your top off" You softly say. You can't imagine the type of pain he must be in and yet he's standing and smiling at you like it's nothing.

His top was off and you saw many other little cuts adn bruises filling his skin. You frown at the sight.

"I'm okay Y/N." He whispers.

"No you're not. Stop acting so tough. No one would be okay in a condition like this." You softly scold him while you take his injured arm in your hands and start using your quirk to heal him.

"I'm okay because I have you remember. Look, it's as if it wasn't even there." He looks down at his arm, any sign of injury completely gone. You shake your head at him and then start to work on his torso.

There you both stood, under the single light of the bathroom, your hands on his bare chest while he looked down at you. You then looked up at him. your hand coming up to gently trace the bruise on his cheek while you watch it slowly disappear as you used your quirk. You're eyes met his.

There was something in the way he looked at you. Something that made you feel warm. Something that made you feel safe. Perhaps it was the atmosphere, or maybe the way he looked at you but you found yourself leaning towards his lips.

One of his hands held you by your waist, another now on the back of your head as he leaned in too.

At first it was just a simple peck. But that small kiss ignited something more. As if burning down the doors that help all your pent up emotions towards him. He pulled you back in, kissing you much more passionately this time, his lips moving against yours as if he needed to devour you. He walked you backwards while kissing you till your back hit the door.

Breaking off for air you looked up at him. "Finally grew those balls huh?" You teased him, referring back to when he was drunk.

He rolled his eyes before picking you up so your legs crossed around his waist, carrying you to the bedroom and laying you down on the bed while he hovered on top of you.

"You.. ready?" He asked, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

"For what?" You ask. He wiggled his eyebrows at you while smirking. You let out a laugh while playfully smacking his chest.

"So?" He laughs with you, littering your face with his kisses.

"Yeah, I'm ready." You smile while you felt his lips kiss you all over.

He stopped and took time to admire you, his wife. His pretty wife.

[ihavemadequestionablechoices]

Yan!C!Awesamedude x GN!Reader

Summary: Living in a kingdom with someone in charge who you see as a tyrant, you weren't afraid to take your shot and attempt to murder him. Unfortunately, he survived, though barely, and you'd been arrested. Now, you're one of the very few prisoners of Pandora's Prison: the dungeons for those who are, to put it mildly, fucked.

Genre: angst, horror

Warnings: swearing,

Pronouns: I/me

Request: [YES]/[NO]

AU: Medieval-inspired

Note: because I'm on vacation and thusly can't update my fics, I decided to make use of the free WiFi in this hotel ((: Note that they're written on phone, and so likely have mistakes.

Pandora's Pen

Day 1

Welp, guess what? I failed. I didn't think I'd end up here, but I did. Pandora's Prison. The moment that spoiled prince sent me here, I knew I was fucked. I hoped I'd be given a fair trial, but of course, a "royal" can't deal with criticism.

So, now I'm just living a death sentence, basically. Everything in this place (including a bed) has to be bought by my money. You believe that? I'm lucky to have Niki make sure I remain alive as long as I can afford (I trust her with my life, so also with my money), but I said I only want her to give the money to stuff like food and drink. I'll just pee and shit and whatnot in the bucket the Prison did provide, and she'll pay with my money for the meals. But I refuse any other luxuries. The only other thing I asked for was this notebook, to be returned to her, so all know the true cruelty of this nation.

I'll start out by describing what happened when I was brought here. While I stayed in the dungeons of the Royal Palace, a bunch of soldiers came in and forced me into handcuffs. They blinded me with a blindfold and told me to remain silent once I started (naturally so) asking questions. They didn't say where they were taking me: I assumed to court. However, I was eventually forced upon a wagon and brought to somewhere easily recognizable.

The Prison is darker for one who knows it'll become their home. They stripped me of any belongings I had left, and forced me into this weird uniform, which admittedly isn't that bad, it's just hard for when I have to piss. It's like a dress with trousers, if you get what I mean. I don't know, man, never been big on clothing.

Anyway, the main Warden hadn't spoken at all during this, until he explained the money part. Ugh, I already hated this voice. He said I wouldn't see anyone except the other wardens, so I should get used to it. Well, he said it more formal, but it was clear to me he wasn't going to treat me like a normal fucking human being.

I was one of the few criminals there too. The other one was Dream, who's infamous for his "war crimes" or whatever they're called. However, I'm never going to see him. He's stuck in the big lava cell, while I'm just stuck in a dark-ass chamber with only the light of outside through railed windows to prevent me from going blind. While he's stuck in a poisonous warmth, I have to do with a bone-chilling cold.

My cell is pretty small. I think a guy of two feet would have to constantly keep his head down, and the cell itself is like 3 by 3 metres. I already mentioned the bucket (fucket) and there are carvings in the walls that have probably been made by a former prisoner. There's only a little light: that of outside and of the small window in the door, whenever someone with a torch comes by. It stinks. Unsurprisingly so, but I expected more urine-smell and less... well, death.

Anyway, I'm writing this before I'm going to try and sleep on the cold floor. I want to make sure I sleep enough to prevent any health problems that come with this... life, if that's what you can call it, from escalating.

And well, I am tired. Extremely.

Day 3

So, today one of the wardens came to bring me food. He smelled like alcohol and I'm pretty sure he was drunk. When I spoke to him, he answered kindly, though I think that's because he wasn't really there. The guy was called Bad, he said. When I asked him why he was drunk, he said it was to block out the screams. At first I thought he was trying to scare me, until I heard them too.

The Warden (the green one) passed by my cell, so I asked him about it. He seemed... shocked. He stopped by my cell and looked at me through the small window. I could only see his eyes. They looked as exhausted as mine.

"You're not allowed to speak to me, 7."

Yeah, 7 is the number assigned to me, for some reason. I think it's because I'm in cell 7. Not sure, though.

"I'm going to die in here anyway. If you think I give a shit about your petty rules, you're mistaken. But who was that? What was that?"

Despite apparently not allowing me to talk to him, he still answered.

"That's none of your business, 7."

"Don't be sassy to me, Warden. You know I'm going nowhere, so why hold that information a secret?"

I'm pretty sure he doesn't know about the notebook (he might, but he didn't mention it). He just snarled at me and then left. Rather amateur behaviour, if you ask me. I'm sure he wouldn't have reacted that way had he had more energy.

The food sucks, by the way. I have no idea how expensive it is, but it's not worth my money.

Day 16

Guess what, something exciting happened, finally. After two weeks, I am already mentally derived of life, but today, I finally had someone visit me. The spoiled prince himself.

For some reason (that reason being privileges), the Warden came into my cell and cuffed me, blindfolded me and brought me to his office. Honestly, I will admit, he did not have as expensive things as I thought he would have. I was cuffed to a chair while he kept his eyes on me all the time, warning bitch hoe (that's what I name the Prince) that I would be provocative. Can't say he was wrong, but I decided to hold myself in, just to make his life a little more miserable.

The Prince, of course, started proudly talking about how his father lived and I was a failure and blah blah blah. I'm pretty sure I even heard the Warden sigh at some point, but I may have imagined it. Bad sleep + bad food + no social interaction -> hallucinations. Two weeks have passed and I'm already going insane. Every day is the same: I avoid writing those down because they're as predictable as you can imagine.

God I can feel myself going insane.

The Prince ended up leaving and I was brought back to my cell. I hadn't said a word to him, just smiling at him as he arrogantly spoke. The Warden returned me to the cell and immediately brought my food, which was less than yesterday. I know my money shouldn't be running out already so I expect some asshole (either he or the prince) took some.

Day 20

I've just realised I've either been in here for way too short, or I've not been keeping track of the days at all.

Anyway, I wouldn't write this down if it wasn't the same. Some guy passed by my cell today, and after that, the screaming started. The Warden passed by my cell as well, so I told him to, you know, explain to me what the hell was going on. Though he never answered my question, he just started to... talk.

His name is Sam I now know, and he's been the Warden of Pandora's Prison ever since the start. I must admit, his sudden decision to talk to me (despite me not being allowed to start conversation) felt kinda weird. Maybe it's normal for him, but I'm pretty sure it's not.

In any case, he ended up by saying "until next time", so I assume this will become a habit of his.

Day ???

I'm not kidding. He made it into a habit. But this time - I don't know how much time passed - he actually entered my cell. He went inside and just sat down and talked to me. When I asked why, he said I was right.

"You're not going to get out of here, so there's no reason to follow the rules. You'll die here. I can tell you anything, and nobody would ever know."

He didn't share any sensitive information, unfortunately, but it was still rather... terrifying. He refused to answer any questions, but threatened to seriously hurt me if I were to avoid any of his. I'm not kidding. This place is messed up, and the power is clearly rising to his head. I said this and he just shrugged.

He then notified me I was nearing my last coins. I knew this would happen and admittedly, I'm glad. Sam's presence has been nauseating. To a certain extent enticing and comforting, but also really scary.

Day WTF

I should be out of money right now. Why am I still getting food? The meals have increased in quality and I've gotten things Niki would know I don't enjoy, so why am I getting it?

Day uhhh

I've stopped eating the food Sam gave me. It smells weird. I think he's trying to poison me? I mean, I may also just be going insane, but him just sitting down in my cell each day (or twice a day - I wouldn't know) is really suspicious. He's insisting I eat, but I'm just waiting to die of starvation.

He also said that he could provide me with a luxurious cell??? It's fucking weird, man. I don't trust it. None of it.

Day FUCK

He got touchy. I'm not joking. He got touchy. Said it'd be a shame for a beautiful one like me to go to waste and he stroked my fucking cheek. I told him to fuck off, and he told me only if I ate. I don't trust it. None of it.

Day damn

I'm hungry. I'm so fucking hungry. The smell of food is enough to make me drool, and I think he knows that. He has to. In any case, I refuse to. I've told him that if he can provide me with a dagger, I'd do it.

His... weird behaviours have been starting to cross a line too. I think he likes being a Warden?? In the way one shouldn't?? He's started calling me pet names, talking about how much of a shame it is I'm a prisoner, though he clearly seem to enjoy that exact bit. It's really freaky. I'm scared to go to sleep.

Dagger day

He's given me it. I'm going to eat my last meal (he made one very tasty, and I'm pretty sure he poisoned it). When he gave me it, he held a whole speech of how much he loves me (fucking hell, I know) and I'm worried. But it also made me more determined. His touchiness and the memories of what I'm fighting for, have made me certain.

I'm eating my last meal. Then he'll regret ever giving me the dagger.

Farewell.

Sam, if you're reading this: haha L bozo

[eleni-cherie]

a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg - chapter 0.3

"so eager to be in a headlock again?"

"only if it's by you."

he thought he was done with the criminal life and ready for some peace and quiet. but his plans collapsed in the form of a strange girl who was in trouble.

© 2023 | eleni_cherie

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Soyeon pulled the bucket hat back on to avoid unwanted attention when they reached Taehyung and Cassandra's place. 

It wasn't a big house, but the area seemed quite nice and polished. Making Soyeon gape at it with wonderous eyes while wandering over the frontyard. "Are your friends wealthy or something?"

He couldn't help but laugh at this as it simply sounded ridiculous to him, shaking his head.

How was he supposed to explain they had all saved up tons of money from all their heists over the years?

"Not really, but, uhm, she's a doctor you know.."

She nodded, understanding and he internally sighed in relief that she believed his excuse. Ringing the doorbell then. And much to his surprise, it opened within a second. Taehyung standing there, leaning against the doorframe. Arms folded in front of him as a surprised look spread on his features when spotting the young woman behind his friend.

"Where you waiting at the door?" Yoongi huffed as he shuffled inside.

"No,  just randomly passed by when you rang," he shrugged and stepped back to make space for them to enter, glancing at the girl then back at Yoongi. "You want to intoduce us or..?"

Yoongi blinked, only now realising what he meant as he turned around at Soyeon. "Oh, uhm-"

Soyeon, irritated by him acting so slow, slightly shoved him aside. Smiling awkwardly at the tall guy. "I'm Soyeon, hi," she introduced herself, "I'm sorry for causing such a turmoil, really. It wasn't my idea to bother you guys, but he insisted." She motioned to Yoongi behind her who remained quiet, scratching the back of his neck. "So I had no choice."

Taehyung chuckled at this, amused by her honest nature. "It's alright, that's how he is." Taking her hand then, he gave it a quick shake. "I'm Taehyung."

He spun around then, waving for them to follow him further inside. "Cas! They're here!"

The two followed suit, entering the living room where he had disappeared to and seeing a young woman with a round face and long curls already waiting. Jumping from her comfortable seat on the couch as soon as she spotted them. "Oh, hey there!"

She first hugged Yoongi, then turned to Soyeon offering her a hug as well which startled the younger woman. She accepted it nevertheless, finding this warm welcome quite nice.

"So you're my new patient," Cassandra eyed her with a smile and gestured to the hallway. "Let's go to the bathroom and I take a look."

Soyeon nodded, glancing anxiously over her shoulder at Yoongi who was giving her an ensuring smile. She swallowed and turned back to Cassandra, following her through the hallway.

"Here, sit down," the doctor said and pointed at a stool she had already prepared. "I'm Cas, by the way. Well, Cassandra. But the lads call me Cas," she giggled while sliding on a pair of disposible gloves.

"Soyeon."

"So Soyeon, what's the matter? Yoongs said something about a cut?"

She nodded, carefully taking off the hat and revealing the wound. For some reason she expected a similar reaction to Yoongi's when he'd first seen the cut. However, Cassandra was trained for this and had already seen all kinds of wounds over the years. So it needed more to shaken her up than this. 

She leaned over, taking a closer look on Soyeon's forehead. Examining it for a moment, before grabbing a small towel. Soaking it under the tap with warm water and placing it on the wound, beginning to carefully clean it. "It's nothing severe, I can reassure you," she said then, seeing Soyeon easening at this, "But it was good he brought you here. If we don't stitch this up, it might get infected. Or leave a scar."

Soyeon bit back a giggle at the similarity of the words, it was almost a déjà vu. "Yoongi said the exact same thing."

"Mhm, he should know first hand after all," Cassandra mumbled, adding a bit of soap on the towel and continuing cleaning the wound. Soyeon winced a little, making her retreat. "Sorry, might sting a little," she smiled apologetically, before placing it back and continuing. Finally, she rinsed the wound with clean water and patted it dry.

She then grabbed a needle with a thread and forcepts, having already sterilized them after the call. "This will hurt a little, not gonna lie, but grit your teeth. It'll be over soon."

Soyeon gulped at the warning, her breath picking up when seeing the needle. She didn't say anything though. Just gritted her teeth, just like Cassandra asked her to. Earning an encouraging smile from her before she began her work.

"So, how did you and Yoongs meet? He literally just came back from the mountains two weeks ago or so," Cassandra giggled. Figuring out enganging her in a conversation would ease her nerves and distract her a bit.

"Mountains? What was he doing there?"

"Training his sword fighting or something," Cassandra sighed, "According to Tae he get's into a hermit mood every now and then and just disappears to quiet place."

"Huh." Somehow that didn't surprise Soyeon. She might not know him well, but he seemed like the type of guy to do something like this. He seemed to be a rather unflappable and placid, perhaps even a little withdrawn, person. Her gaze fell for a moment then, wincing at a stitch.

"H-he helped me get away from some guys who were after me."

"The same ones who caused this?" Cassandra countered with an arched brow, focusing back on her work.

"Yeah.. uhm." She didn't feel like elaborating further and Cassandra didn't pester her. "So, uhm, do you have to do this often? Stitching up stranger?"

The older girl giggled, shaking her head. "Only the guys. That's why I've got all the needed tools here at home. Although it has become less frequent those past few months."

"Oh, how come?"

"Well, they retired from their heists. At least Tae and Yoongi did. Our two other friends are still doing little thefts here and there for fun, I guess." A smile tucked on the corners of her lips while. Not noticing Soyeon's startled stare.

"Heists? Theft? Were they-"

"Thieves, yeah.. Oh! You didn't know?" Cassandra's brown eyes also widened in shock and she pressed her lips together. Regretting not thinking before speaking. At least she had just finished the last stitch and cut the thread. She leaned back against the sink then, groaning. "Crap, sorry. I shouldn't have told you. Thought those guys were after you 'cause you, too.. I thought you were also one and that's why he helped you. Oh, crap."

Soyeon's head was spinning. And she had to take a few deep breaths to calm herself and stay rational. Ok, a thief. At least not a hitman or drug dealer. Right? Could be worse.

"No, it's fine. I mean, I understand why he didn't tell me. I wasn't completely honest with him either after all.." Her brows knitting together then. "But you said they retired?"

Cassandra nodded while grabbing a tube of topical antibiotic from one of the cabinets then. Carefully dabbing some of the gel onto the wound with her finger. "Yeah, see.. Tae and Yoongi weren't really thieves thieves. They were more Jimin's partners in crime. He was the thief and they helped him with their skills," she explained, trying saving the situation. Hoping she didn't cause Yoongi any trouble now. "And when Jimin announced he wanted to step back, they settled here where interpol couldn't get them. So me and Tae got married and Yoongi wanted to get back into training and meditating." She grabbed a clean bandage then, placing it on the wound.

"I see.."

Cassandra noticed Soyeon's hands were scraped as well, so she heaved the sleeves of the cardigan, scrunching her nose when seeing all the grazes and scratches lying underneath them. She went back to rummaging around a cabinet.

"You know, they ain't bad guys." She glanced over her shoulder to Soyeon, who was obviously still taken aback by all this information. "They didn't hurt anyone unless for self-defense and only stole from rich people, banks, sometimes museums.. They wouldn't take the money of a poor old lady, is my point. If they were like this, I wouldn't have fallen in love with one of them." She grinned when finally spotting what she was looking for in the far back. Stratching her arm to reach it. "And especially Yoongi was the least thief of them all. I mean, Tae and Jimin had started when they were teenagers, while Yoongi just happened to stumble into it when meeting Jimin."

With a triumphatical grin she pulled the little brown bottle out. Taking a cotton stick and dunking it into the bottle before dabbing it onto the bigger scratches on her hands and arms. Making a thinking expression then.

"I've never really asked them how or why exactly Yoongi joined them, though, I just know he became friends with them after they did him a huge favour. That's all."

Soyeon hummed, processing everything. It made sense why he had never given her an uneasy or uncomfortable feeling, despite having been a criminal in the past. He wasn't a bad guy. Proven by the numerous times he had already helped her in the short period of time they knew each other. And that without even knowing what was going on. And even taking her to his doctor friend now for her injury. Seemingly without ulterior motives.

Perhaps she could indeed trust him.

"It's okay, really.." she smiled at Cassandra then who had just finished. "I don't think badly of him now. So don't worry."

The older girl exhaled in relief, smiling widely as well. "I'm glad, really. He's a great person. But don't tell him I told you. He might get mad at me," she pouted to which Soyeon giggled, giving her a quick nod. "I won't. And thank you for taking care of my wounds."

"You're welcome, that's literally my job after all."

They found the two guys in the living room where they had left them. Only that now a small furry dog was sitting on Yoongi's lap. A wide smile on his lips as he was petting and playing with it. He looked so content, enjoying the dog's happy wiggling that he didn't even notice them returning. It was a quite adorable sight for Soyeon, this carefree side of his.

"We're back!" His head instantly snapped up at Cassandra's voice. Glancing at them expectedly.

"So.. everything alright?"

She nodded, smiling briefly at Soyeon. "Everything's patched up, don't worry."

He nodded, seemingly relieved. He set the dog down then which the ball of fur took as a sign to return to his owner's arms instead. "Thanks, Cas. And sorry for bothering you two. You had probably other things to do."

"Not really," Taehyung shrugged from his seat on the carpet. Rubbing his hands over the dog's fur, "We were just chilling and watching some sitcoms."

"That sounds so lame. Like we'd be one of those boring old couples," Cassandra whined, laughing then, "But yeah, that's basically what we did. So you didn't bother. I'm glad I could help."

Yoongi and Soyeon bid them goodbye and walked back to the car. An awkward silence surrounding them as they sat inside and it took him a moment before he started the engine. She glanced at him before her eyes went back to her fiddling fingers. "Thanks for.. you know, bringing me here. Despite me refusing first."

"It's okay."

Sinking further into her seat, she contemplated for a moment whether she should mention her knowledge of his past or not. She decided against it. He'd mention it if he wanted her to know. Still, she knew a lot more about him now while he still didn't know almost anything about her. Soyeon took her phone out and unlocked it, sliding it over the dashboard. 

Furrowing his brows, he turned the engine off again and picked the phone up. Taking a look on the display. It was a photo of Soyeon wearing a necklace. She tapped on the display with her finger. "That's what they're after."

"The necklace?"

She nodded. "It's golden with emeralds.."

"Yeah, I can see that. But what's so special about it? I've seen bigger ones."

"Of course you did," she quietly breathed, earning a questioning look from him.

"What?"

"Nothing." She cleared her throat then, taking the device back. "Anyway, I don't know why they're after it either. Honestly, I'd have just given it to them if it meant they'd leave me alone but.." She paused, her eyes gleaming sadly. Making him wonder why her mood changed. "But it's quite special to me," she admitted then, "My grandpa left it to me in his last will. It had been a gift from him to my grandma."

His features softened, understanding. "So obviously it has high emotional value." He gave her a sympathetic smile, seeing her nod. "I get it, really. I still have my first sword that my late uncle gave me," he smiled sadly. Leaning back in his seat then. "It's old. The blade not very sharp anymore and it has definitely seen better days but.. I'd never give it away."

Her eyes went up, reciprocating the smile.

"Still," he spoke up again as his brows knitted together in confusion, "It's weird those guys would be so persistent about a simple necklace."

"I know, it's ridiculous. They've literally hunted me all the way from Seoul."

The crease on Yoongi's forehead deepened and he chewed his bottom lip, thinking hard for any logical explanation. From his experience, there must be a deeper meaning behind it. It might not be a simple necklace after all, even if it seemed like one at first glance.

"Do you know where your grandfather got this necklace from?"

She shook her head. "Not exactly. It was on one of his business trips I guess."

He perked up at this. "Business trips?"

"Yeah, he was an art buyer so he travelled a lot."

His eyes widened, as if he caught onto something. "Can you send me that photo?"

"S-sure."

She watched him starting the engine again, driving off. And he remained silent while driving. Sometimes glancing at her with a troubled expression. As if he knew something she didn't. Soyeon, still uncertain about his weird behaviour, sighed. Propping her chin onto her fist. 

The sun had set awhile ago. The city lights shining brightly, tiring her for some reason. Or perhaps it was the late hour. She yawned. "My new place is just a few blocks from here. Just drop me at the next intersaction."

A deep frown set on his soft features as he looked at her with questioning eyes. "You want to return to the place you fled from? What if they're still there, waiting for you like last time?"

She shrugged awkwardly, his judging tone making her feel insecure about her idea. "I mean.. I don't have anywhere else to go right now and I think, I'll just.. I don't know.." Her eyes closed. Tiredness overtaking her. Not only did she feel physically exhausted, but also mentally. This whole situation drained her, to say the least. "I honestly don't know what I'm supposed to do. You know, maybe I'll just give them the necklace after all if I encounter them again. It's not worth it, I mean.." Unintentional tears began welling up in the corners of her eyes and she tried to suppress them as best as she could, blinking them away when looking at him. "What am I supposed to do, Yoongi? What do you think I should do?"

Yoongi exhaled deeply, turning into a main street. "First, let's get you to a place they won't find you so soon. And then, with clear mind, decide what would be the best. I can't make that choice for you."

She pouted her lips, wiping away the single tear that rolled down her cheek. The car became slower and he eventually parked it at the side. "Just cry if you want to, no reason to hold back."

She looked up at him confused, meeting his worried glance. "I don't wanna cry.."

"So stubborn," he tutted, "You're already doing it."

Her eyes widened, not understanding. Only when he reached out, wiping the tears from her cheek with his thumb she realised they were streaming down her face, staining her cheeks. And in that moment, she gave in.

And he quietly sat there, only reaching out to hold her smaller hand and lightly squeaze it, since he was unsure of what else to do. Not wanting to interrupt her in any way as he felt she had held it back long enough.

Soon her sobs died down and she calmed down. Inhaling deeply, before looking at him and whiping the remaining tears with the back of her hand. "Thank you," she said for what had felt like the hundredth time that day. And for the hundredth time he said: "It's okay."

He let go of her hand then, grabbing the steering wheel and starting the engine again. Merging back into traffic.

"So where are you bringing me then?" she sniffed, not recognising the area.

"My place for now, if that's alright with you."

She let out a short laugh then. "Oh, Yoongi.. was this your plan all along, to get me to your place? You could've just asked so from the beginning," she smirked. Causing him to huff.

"I-it's just getting late and it'd be the safest place for you right now," he mumbled. His flustered expression and stuttering only made her burst out giggling.

"I know, relax. I was just messing with you."

He pouted, letting out a short laugh as well. "You know.." he began then, scratching the back of his neck. "Thanks for telling me what was going on. I get that it wasn't easy."

"It's alright. I thought you'd deserve to know after all this."

He nodded, contemplating for awhile. "Perhaps I should also be honest with you.. I avoided telling you about my past as well.."

"That you and your friends were thieves? I already know."

"You -" Startled, he almost switched lanes, earning a honk from another driver. "How do you -" He sighed then, having already figuring out the answer. "Cas, right?"

"Can't tell," she shrugged, acting innocent which caused him to laugh under his breath. Shaking his head. "This woman.. so you know?"

He didn't seem mad, which relieaved her. "Yeah. Honestly, I was first worried you might also be after the necklace if finding out but.. I thought my gut feeling couldn't be that wrong about you. So since I knew your secret, I told you mine. It was only fair."

"Your gut feeling, huh?" He peeked at her from the corner of his eye. "And what did your gut feeling tell you about me?"

She smiled to herself, glancing out so he wouldn't see her blushing. "Not much. Just that you're a good guy and I can trust you."

He smiled. "Good guys can also be jerks."

"Yeah, but you aren't one. Are you?"

"I try not to be."

"Well, you weren't one to me so far. That's good enough for me."

They eventually reached his place in a nice area with overall modern apartment buildings. Despite it being an apartment, it was quite large, although sparsely decorated. It mainly only contained dark furniture and a few figurines, along with several katana and a jersey decorating the walls.

She had somehow imagined with all the money they must've had collected over the years, that it'd look more showy. It was a pleasant surprise it wasn't though. It wouldn't have fit to his kind and more reserved personalitym she concluded.

Yoongi disappeared in a room then. And she stood there in the lounge area, not exactly knowing what to do with herself. She looked around, being a bit lost when hearing his steps again. Seeing him appearing then, holding a pillow.

She was about to thank him and reach out to grab it, when he let it drop on the couch and laid down. Leaving her dumbfounded. "Wha- Why are you laying on the couch?"

He blinked an eye open, arching a brow at her as he was confused about her confusion. "To sleep?"

"And where do I sleep?"

He simply pointed to the hallway. "Turn left, it's the last room in the back."

She huffed, following the direction his finger had shown her, then looked back down at him. Her arms folded in front of her chest. "You don't have to sleep on the couch.."

"It's okay, I don't mind."

"Stop always saying 'it's okay'," she groaned, getting frustrated, "You already did enough. I'd feel bad if I also kicked you out of your own bed."

"You aren't and it's fine," he grinned and closed his eyes again. Pretending having fallen asleep.

And she gave him a dead glare. "Seriously? I know you're not that fast asleep," she snorted, nudging his arm. He grabbed her wrist, preventing her from nudging him again and opened his eyes again. "Just go to bed already." His eyes were firm yet gentle. Making her breath hitch.

She pursed her lips then. "Fine. Thank you."

"Soyeon?"

"Hm."

"Stop always saying 'thank you'," he smiled and let go of her wrist. Closing his eyes once again. He expected to hear her complaining or finally walking out. He didn't expect, however, her slightly chapped lips to leave a peck on his cheek.

By the time his eyes fluttered open, she had already walked away, switching off the lights.

"Goodnight, Yoongi."

He breathed, staring at the dark ceiling above him.

"Goodnight, Soyeon."

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next chapter: 0.4 here

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[mylittlediarys-stuff]

Bite Back Part 3

Part 4- https://www.tumblr.com/mylittlediarys-stuff/738641453738246144/bite-back-part-4?source=share

After Amaka spent about 10 minutes throwing up in the bathroom, she spent 2 minutes realizing that a teacher saw her throw up and decided to call her Bruce and all her brothers.

“Mrs. Rosemary, I don’t think any of them are going to pick up,” She said, wanting to roll up in a little ball and hide in the corner.

“You're right,” Mrs. Rosemary replied. The teacher tried calling everyone at least ten times, but it all went to voicemail. “Honey, do you know anyone else I can call to pick you up?”

“May I ask why I can’t stay here? I mean, the tour is over, right?”

“Yes, but we are staying another hour for the kids to go to the gift shop.”

Oh, I’m jealous.

“Okay, you can call Mr. Alfred then; his number is-”

-

“Thank you for picking her up,” Amaka heard Mrs. Rosemary tell Alfred before the girl ran to the car.

She was so happy that he got here so fast. But she didn’t want to hear the teacher tell him the whole story about how she threw up.

She looked out the window, and Mrs. Rosemary and Alfred seemed to have quite a good and a really long conversation. Knowing her teacher she was probably trying to find out why no one picked up the phone and she would probably send an email to Bruce later telling him that he needed to pick up her calls. Then he may get one of his assistants to reply to. About 5 minutes later Mrs. Rosemary and Mr. Alfred shook hands and walked in a separate direction. Soon her favorite butler in the world made it to the car.

“Miss. Wayne, how are you feeling?” he asked.

Like shit.

“I’m feeling better, thank you for asking.” She said, “But I might throw up again.”

But I'm guessing that bucket in front of me is just for that purpose.

“Just in case, I bought a bucket for you.”

“Thank you.” She whispered.

“Miss Wayne, may I ask, how did you think you got sick?” the butler asked.

I can name many reasons why I'm sick mentally at least.

 “Well… I had a sandwich. A chicken sandwich and I’m pretty sure that the chicken was a bit raw. This could be food poisoning. But I don’t think food poisoning works that fast. Maybe I got sick from a classmate… It was this one girl who threw up on my desk a couple of days ago.” Amaka just spilled out her thoughts.

Or it could be that spider bite? If that was a spider bite, it could just be a really weird feeling I got. I don't even know if it was a spider bite. I’m just guessing it’s a spider bite. 

“I can assure you that you will feel good as new in a couple of days; just take your time and rest when we get home.”

“Roger,” she said, “Mr. Alfred may I ask, is Bruce okay? My teacher called him multiple times but he never picked up.”

“Master Bruce is having a meeting with the Justice League for the whole day, he won’t be back until dinner,” he said.

“She also called everyone else, though, and no one picked up, are they also at the meeting?”

“No, they're not, I believe Masters Jason and Dick pulled Masters Damian and Tim out of school and went to have a brother bonding day,” he replied.

“Brother bonding day?” She muttered. 

They are all too busy to pick up a phone call. I wouldn't be surprised if they ignored it. They're only busy when I need help. 

Amaka started to look out the window for the rest of the ride, and she noticed just how ugly Gotham looked. The highways are crowded, and each street looks like a homeless shelter or is littered with trash. You could barely even see the sky.

“Why do you live here?” She asked. “You made more than enough money to retire and live somewhere nice, but you stay here.”

“Miss, I stay here because of the Wayne family. It makes me happy seeing how much Master Bruce changed this city.”

Change the city? The crime rate in this city never falls. One can argue that it has just gotten worse since Batman was here. But I can't lie that Bruce does have ambition though. Even with the high crime rate, Gotham has gotten safer, I guess.

Amaka was broken from her thoughts by a sudden feeling. She stopped slouching and sat up straight. Her head started to tingle. She started to look around. She knew that something bad was going to happen but why? Before she could even tell Mr. Alfred anything, she passed out.

Note: I just realized that I never really told you guys what Amaka looks like so in chapter 4 I’m going to try to explain her looks. To be honest, every time I think about her I kinda change into her looks. I can't decide if I want her to have glasses or not. Also, the reason why Amaka uses mister when addressing Alfred is due to the respect she holds for him.

[purpleprincessonfyre]

I've missed talking about my partner in Crime Solving on here so I'm gonna share the story of the one time @finlayholmes and I went on vacation and it turned out very badly. It is a long one but here's Part One for now. Enjoy!

Felton & Holmes: Murder in Paradise

"I can't believe you agreed to this!"

"I can't believe I said 'yes'."

Muttered Finlay Holmes, already regretting everything. After being very gently told they should take a break by Francis the butler, Liane had taken it upon herself to plan a vacation for her and Fin. No cases, no trouble, no worries. Except for the fact he was taking Liane with him, there was really nothing to worry about. Which only narrowed it down minutely. As they stepped off the plane in LAX, Liane squealed, lowering her sunglasses, almost knocking Fin over with her large sunhat.

"Could you perhaps not be a walking road obstacle to your fellow passengers?"

"Hey you were the one who wanted to fly commercial instead of calling My-"

"Let me remind you that we do not need Mycroft to get around. We got here perfectly fine on our own."

"Alright. Now cmon, we gotta grab a cab so we can get to our hotel!"

"Why didn't we bring Francis?"

"Because he needs a vacation too. Now relax! I can tell you're kinda nervous and whatever but I've been to LA tons of times, there is nothing to fear. A little sun won't kill you!"

Fin glared at her for that. He had spent the whole flight lecturing her about skin cancer and the dangers of UVA and UVB. He lowered his own sunglasses to emphasise his point. Liane rolled her eyes.

"Stop that. Okay so it could kill you but like if you're protected and yknow you don't just wallow in it then it can do you good! Vitamin D, freckles, and it helps keep acne at bay."

"Which magazine told you that?"

"...Cosmopolitan."

"Exactly."

"Finny! We just got here, just trust me for once." She said, holding out her hand to him, inviting him to join her. Reluctantly, he took her hand in his and a grin spread across her face and she pulled him through the airport excitedly, heading for the luggage carousel and picked up their bags. Liane's luggage came off the conveyor, all in white and gold with embossed lettering on the side. Meanwhile Fin pulled a dark duffel bag off the conveyor and tightened the straps of his rucksack as they headed for the taxi rank.

"Why did you bring so much stuff?"

"My luggage, my choice. There better be smart clothes in there if we go for dinner."

"There's A smart outfit in there."

"Good enough for me. TAXI!" Liane yelled, waving down a large cab as Fin clenched his ears.

----

Liane flopped down on her bed, sighing happily. She'd finally dragged Fin to the sunshine state. It felt good to win. She waited patiently for him to emerge from the washroom as she'd instructed him to change out of his usual attire in favour of actually feeling the sun on his skin.

Liane had arrived dressed for the weather, wearing a soft cotton playsuit in lavender purple paired with gold strappy sandals, a white lace cover up over the top paired with her enormous sunhat and her signature pink heart-shaped sunglasses, her large beach bag slung over her shoulder stuffed with sunscreen, drinks, money, snacks, makeup and her selfie stick.

"Cmon, show me! I wanna go to the beach!"

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"Fin!"

"Alright." Fin stepped out of the washroom dressed in black denim cut offs turned into long shorts, a faded ACDC tshirt, sneakers and had a grey bucket hat on his head. Liane squealed and hugged him tight, making him instantly regret everything and everyone. This was a common occurance for Fin, most often felt whilst with Liane, his trusty detective partner.

"You look great!"

"I don't love the hat."

"The hat stops your black-like-your-soul hair from burning. You. Are welcome."

"So, beach?"

"Beach! Venice beach to be precise."

"Can I bring a book?"

"Sure. But you are going in the sea at least once."

"Deal."

Fin grabbed a book from his book and also noticed Liane slipping a fantasy novel into her bag as well which made him smile. They left the hotel and headed towards the beach and set down towels on the sand to mark their territory. The sand was soft and golden meanwhile the skies were a bright blue, the skyline almost matching the sea as they approached the bay. Liane smiled, gazing around happily. Fin squinted in the sun and quickly set himself down on the sand by the rocks, leaning on the stone as he pulled out his book.

Liane didn't hesitate she tugged off her outerwear, revealing a white bathing suit and ran into the sea to let the waves lap over her before taking a swim. Fin watched her for a while before starting to read his book, glad to see her enjoying herself before settling on the sand to read. He had to admit it was rather pretty here, a little noisy but he could easily tune that out.

After having swam in the sea for a while Liane came running back, her blonde hair in wet curls on her shoulders as she approached Fin.

"Finny! It's so good in there, it's warm but it's also refreshing? Just one dip, I promise I won't splash you."

"Promise?"

"Promise. Cmon just get your feet wet! You won't melt."

Once again she was holding out her hand invitingly. There was something about that gesture that Fin just couldn't refuse. He sighed, putting down his book and followed her out to the sea, dipping his toes into the water. It was nice like she said but he wasn't going to admit that. She was smiling and that's all that mattered. As he waded in deeper he realised he was actually enjoying himself.

"I told you!"

"What?"

"Don't give me that, you like it! I knew it!"

"Alright fine. Yes I do."

"Yeeeee! This is amazing! I've finally got you to have fun my way!"

"Don't push it Felton, any splashing and I am out of here."

"I heard you the first time."

After they'd spent time in the water and Liane had resisted splashing Fin, they made their way back onto the sand laughing and having fun. Fin rarely let his guard down but now it was just him and Liane having fun together with no Sherlock, Watson or Mycroft he didn't feel that pressure to be serious and unfeeling.

As the sun started to lower in the sky and the tide was coming in, they packed up their things and headed back along the road towards the hotel, getting ice cream on the way. Fin offered to pay and bought them both soft serve in a cone to enjoy on the way back to the hotel, the sound of sirens coming from the distance.

But as they got closer the sounds of sirens got louder and they saw the police cruisers parked outside the hotel. Fin dropped Liane's hand and started towards the hotel a bit faster, his crime sense tingling. Or at that's what Liane called it. Liane called after him, chasing him in her strappy sandals as they approached the front entrance and saw what all the fuss was about.

Fin saw a body splayed out in the lobby, a pool of blood around their head as they lay there limply. Liane finally caught up and Fin held out his arm to keep her back as she approached the crime scene. He was deep in thought. Liane gasped, covering her mouth as fellow guests gathered, muttering and gasping in shock as they saw the body.

A woman cried out, running down the stairs to the body but was held back by police. Liane lowered her sunglasses, seeing the look in Fin's eyes. She could already see the gears turning in his mind as he examined the body. She had not planned for this scenario. But if you aren't the killer then you never really plan for a murder, do you?

"Looks like you got your wish after all, Holmes."

Thanks for reading!

Note: Finlay Holmes is an original character based on the BBC Sherlock series, the character belongs to @gcthvile. Liane Felton is also an original character that belongs to this blog and the creator @missstrawbs2001 who runs this blog. Do not steal these works or use their likenesses without permission.

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[i-rate-horse-games]

rating Horse Insane 1.1

this is another game i made when i was 11. this game is ambitious in that I attempted to make user accounts with different horses, adding each one in manually. i'm hiding it under a readmore because this post is Long. :)

every horse is named Minical

starting off strong, Minical's place of lodging seems to be a magical plane under a rainbow in space. the creature in horse riding position to the left is distracting and off-putting, but this is actually just a drag and drop costume that you can put on your horse. clicking the Tack button puts tack on the horse automatically. here's Minical fully dressed

to feed your horse, you drag the yellow hay rectangle to the horse, and watch as its respective stat quickly runs from 0 to 100. every 5 seconds all stats will deduct by 1, including stats that are at 0, which will then quickly fix themselves. the treasure chest icon is actually a box for a comb, and if you click it it opens and you can take the comb out :)

at the bottom of the form to create your horse, it says "Do you want mail? (I can send you funny mail xD)" clicking the mail icon does this which i appreciate :)

clicking the SHOW button does this, as well as adds 100 to your MONEY counter.

the tiny icons imply that this game was designed to work on a big screen. only the best for this masterpiece.

clicking the shop button doesn't seem to do anything.

while digging in the files i discovered that the horse has a blinking animation. i must just always miss it. there's also an Underwater Bubble sprite. here are some unused backgrounds and horses, titled LAVA PRISON and LIME JELLY and LEGO stall

however. this is version 1.1. here's version 1.0, which i found in the trash folder. apparently on Scratch it never takes out the trash! thank you, scratch.

right off the bat, this is cooler. you can't tell, but the horse is animated and is fidgeting with its legs a bit and flicking its tail. there's only 3 frames, but still. the instructions warn that the sound effect for the water bucket is terrifying if you're not prepared, so I prepared myself, and yeah! it's pretty bad! it's the sound of water pouring into a cup with electrical buzzing in the background, and then a sluuuuurp. the other buttons are normal. the show button throws you into a first person jumping contest, which i can't seem to win.

clicking the mysterious black dot tells you that there are 12 horses in this game. 12!! checking out the code i found 10 other people's horses. here are the interesting ones

i rate these games 1.5 stars out of 5! but i don't have a copy paste star that's half full! so rounding down to 1!

★☆☆☆☆

i cannot believe i made and programmed over 10 custom horses myself. horse kids together strong. i hope you enjoyed this, reader.

here are comments under a different game that was too bad to mention

Erm...

child on the internet... i cant believe i was a child on the internet...

[the-firebird69]

New Chevrolet Silverado 4500 HD Review | Full Size Truck | Ideal Tow Veh...

Here you see a version of the 4500 is heavy duty it is not the one that was first made it is the one that he decided to add stuff to and this one is not really necessary the money added stuff to is for towing equipment around it's a bit heavier the original one can tow small excavator like used very easily all day long and that's what they use it for you see them everywhere finally people said. And it started a huge thing in 2012 and to start building like madness and it probably kick back in and the king cab is not standard and on the 2012 it's only a two-seater well it has a front bench seat believe it or not yeah it's still a bench seat and no it has two bucket seats and he's wondering how long the bed is on this and it's eight feet long so yeah they all came with a king size cab four doors and it looks gigantic and it is it's about 3 ft longer than a regular pickup and about 2 ft taller and his f250 was only a foot shorter and he's going to be a big boy and this would be a nice truck for him we like this one it's heavy duty but he might he is needed but he might need the heavy duty but he won't have it he can add the components and you might do that but this is the one stand is holding at that storage facility and people will want to make him grow to force stand to give it up. And yeah the guy was a big a****** to her son it's not his right to be I'll send it to lazy to him he did nothing to the guy he couldn't understand what he was saying and he was a slob and it was getting weird she just didn't go over there and you know he didn't have any thing to say really it was just weird so we are wondering why he is doing that he did on purpose to be mad and it's really awful that people do that stupid s*** it's just like any other group you start pulling this donkey dick s*** and you get it beat up cuz you have a problem with it. Like that you be gone. He's trying to explain it to him we have killer voices everybody knows what it means but practically nobody here understands and you think you're extorting and really the empire got away with using you and you're stupid about it this truck is worth probably and we're talking about the 2012 which is this truck but not HD it's about $70,000 new but his is worth about $55,000 and people would pay more and Stan is going to give it to him that's right you know why he passes away and he gives it to him and it will it's in a will and we know why Siri has the stuff and he didn't do anything about ownership and she writes it over to our son she doesn't want to use it now she wants him to do work and stuff it was crazy as it sounds like he's still here and at the apartment it's real hard to find a place I think the idiot that keeps trying to use it

Thor Freya

Olympus

It says to me now we have to settle this equipment to do the sewer job not enough of this s*** it's too late and night but still it's not a bad idea

Sherry

[bitter-rabittt]

Just saw your post about how you need lots of money to be a famous musician or rich and successful …. That is true to a certain extent you do need money to be famous and it does help.

But you can also become famous even without being rich or having rich parents, it’s harder but if you work really hard you can make your dreams come true. Think about people such as JK Rowling who weren’t rich before but now are famous (ignoring her transphobic behaviour) or Colonel Sanders with KFC.

It’s all about believing and not giving up, whenever I felt like giving up I think of Colonel Sanders who was rejected 76 times before they accepted his idea. Had he given up would we be able to eat fried chicken today? I doubt so. It was just him and his bucket of chicken. He also wasn’t rich either.

What I’m trying to say is I know you’ve made some music (and I assume you want to go further than just leisure or for fun right?) if that’s the case then just go for it if it makes you happy and that’s your dream. If you are tight on money or on a low budget you can try and find some recording studios that offer free sessions or music programs I think such things exists.

Or you can find work and save up. Save up until you can afford and do so, it doesn’t have to be anything big, just a small one can do. It doesn’t matter it’s all about the big picture ahead. Even uploading it on sound cloud or YouTube can help that’s free and doesn’t cost anything , everything is digital these days. It’s a lot easier to get famous and become viral these days all it takes is a couple of shares and before you know it you’ve become big.

If that’s your dream to become a big musician then go for it! Don’t let financial stuff stop you because there are other ways, as long as it makes you happy then do it! Don’t be discouraged, that’s all I’m saying. Good luck.

awww you're such a sweetheart!! it's been my dream for years to work in the music industry, hopefully someday I'll get too, I'll make sure not to forget these kind words!

[creativecourse]

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[oddidocx]

dear, friend a

i've been wanting to write you a letter. of course, i would never let the wanting show. but i hate myself for not being able to greet you and hate myself even more when at the times it was so intense i also can't form a proper sentence–all there's left is just a helpless feeling with a grain of regret. i want to tell you how my year went as badly as i want to hear how yours went. but since you're not here to tell, then i'll share mine instead.

friend a, i think i had the better year of my life. this year was it–the happiness i've dreamed and once wondered if it would ever happen at all. i earned my degree. i landed on two internships at two respectable companies. i finally had enough money to buy things on my own; books, concert tickets, beauty products, clothes, and so many more. with that money, i was also able to bring my cats and the stray cats in front of my house to a better health. it cost a fortune, as you may have guessed, but i felt no regret. i felt so fulfilled and accomplished.

i went to four concerts this year, can you believe it? last year i didn't dare hoping to attend one, but i managed to go on four! and with my own money at that! those nights were arguably the best things that happened to me this year. even though i wasn't able to get out of bed the next morning, my body was all sore, and my mind was still somewhere else, they were still experiences where a new word of extreme happiness must be invented to be able to describe them. one of them, i had under the rain. it was practically a storm and my phone bathed in it. i think it's a miracle that it's still functioning perfectly until now.

i also went to korea this year. i observed how different they are from the people in our country. they walk so fast, friend a! their train and buses are always on time. the city is clean, the air is fresh, the wind is so chilly sometimes it feels like it stabs my eyes. and, oh, the beauty commercials don't lie, all of them have great skin. now i understand the beauty pressure they have to go through, because everyone is beautiful. i walked among the crowd and i wanted to dress myself as a mummy.

there was one time when i was waiting for the bus. this old man was sitting beside me and from my peripheral vision, i couldn't help but notice that something was bothering him. but since i wasn't in my own country, i didn't dare to look and decided to mind my own business. a couple of seconds later, the old man asked me, "dari indonesia?". and i was so shocked that he spoke in bahasa. i told him yes, and he asked when did i arrive and when will i go back home. he then told me his story that he used to work in indonesia for 9 years with his wife and that's how he learned the language. he said all of this with a very warm smile and we continued to have a short conversation in bahasa. i was very happy, friend a, to make acquaintance with the old man. moreover, i felt somehow honored and proud that he was fidgeting because he wanted to talk to me. to me, at that time, he was almost like a little kid. sadly, the bus came before we could continue. he bid me goodbye and wished me a safe travel. friend a, i had only known him for less than five minutes, but as i saw the bus drifting away, i couldn't help but feel a sort of loss in my heart, but at the same time hopeful for i didn't know what. perhaps it was because i knew that it was something that would only happen to me once in a long time and i felt sad that the moment has ended yet hopeful that something like that might occur again.

the next day i went shopping in namdaemun with my sister. it's a very popular shopping district in seoul. the street was filled with cute cafes, expensive restaurants, fashion boutiques, photobooths, everything. i was looking for some bucket hats when i turned around and saw that my sister was speaking to a shop owner. before i continue, my sister has been studying korean independently you should see her duolingo streaks. she was conversing with this very warm old man who owns the souvenir shop. he told her that she spoke good korean and turned to me asking if i knew korean too. i told him that i didn't know korean but i could speak a little japanese. and he suddenly spoke to me in japanese! i was startled i immediately lost every japanese word i had ever known and made a fool out of myself. he was only laughing warmly, not a slight mockery was found in his voice. he told me and my sister that we could come back again if we wanted to learn korean or japanese or if we wanted to look around. again, friend a, i wanted to cry at that very moment. don't you ever want to cry when someone offers you such kindness?

friend a, i've also been roaming around the internet. i made friends, some i keep very close to me. i went by another name–one you don't call me by–and chat more often with my internet friends than my real life friends. sometimes, i forgot how my internet friends don't know the name you know me by. sometimes i got embarrassed of that name. for some reason, the other name i was displaying to the internet represents a cooler, more social, and fun person. and i was afraid they will be confused on who i was when i was not the person who holds that name.

i have such a long time to contemplate about this. but friend a, i wish you met me now and not years ago. you would be proud of me. i wish you didn't have to see the ugly parts of me and only witness the me who have found pieces of peace little by little. maybe then i was able to call you without having my past action haunt me in the back of my mind inciting that i was being embarrassing. i couldn't even wish you a happy birthday because i felt like i had no more right to do so. i didn't know how our bond was severely injured. i wonder who did this to us?

so yes, this was the better year of my life, but it wasn't the best. for it to be the best, it needs to have you in it. happy new year :)

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Reasons Your Next Car Should NOT Be An SUV

 If you're in the market for cars for sale in Dubbo, you might have heard that an SUV is the best option for safety and fuel efficiency. But buying a small SUV could actually cost you more money and use more gas than other vehicles on the road. 

So before you head to the dealership (or even start looking online), make sure you consider these five reasons why SUVs aren't always worth it:

1. SUVs are expensive

The biggest reason to avoid buying an SUV is the cost while you go for cars for sale in Dubbo. Depending on which model you choose, they can be significantly pricier than other options—even some that look like they'd be cheaper. 

While a sedan or minivan could cost thousands less than an SUV at sticker price, once you factor in things like gas mileage, insurance, and maintenance costs over the life of your vehicle (and the hidden costs involved with owning any car), it might not make sense for you to pay more for less space and fewer features just because "SUV" sounds cool. 

In fact, if we're being honest, SUVs are not cool! They're huge and kind of dumb looking; why would anyone want one?

2. SUVs use more gas

While SUVs are larger, they can't carry as much cargo as similarly-sized vehicles. If you're looking to haul purchased goods or family members, you'll need to purchase something that's not an SUV.

SUVs also use more gas than sedans and minivans because of their size and weight. They're heavier than other cars, so they consume more fuel per mile. The increased size of SUVs also makes them less aerodynamic and less fuel efficient, because it takes more energy to go the same distance when moving slower.

3. SUVs are not safer than sedans or minivans, as many people believe

If you're an SUV fan, you've probably heard the common refrain: "SUVs are safer than other cars." Well, it's time to put that idea to rest once and for all.

Let's start with a quick overview of what makes a car less safe. The three main factors are:

Weight—the more weight a car has, the harder it is to stop; weight is also one of the biggest factors in how well a car can absorb impact when hit by another vehicle or stationary object (like an animal crossing the road)

Center of gravity—this refers to how far down in your vehicle's frame things like batteries and fuel tanks are located; higher centers of gravity mean a greater risk of rollovers and other accidents

A number of wheels— four-wheeled vehicles have lower centers of gravity than two-wheeled ones.

4. SUVs can be hard to drive

If you're looking for a vehicle that's easy to drive and park during cars for sale Dubbo, an SUV isn't the best choice. SUVs can be hard to handle in tight spaces and have less visibility than other types of cars.

An SUV isn't the best choice if you're looking for a family car that can fit more than one child safety seat in the backseat. Although most SUVs will accommodate two or three children's car seats, they won't provide enough space for four passengers and their cargo because they are so high off the ground.

If you're looking for a comfortable ride, an SUV isn't the best choice; instead of having soft cushions, many SUVs have stiff bucket seats that don't lend themselves well to long trips or road trips with multiple passengers sitting in them for hours at a time.

Conclusion

That said, if you’re a family with kids and you need to carry cargo, an SUV might be the right choice for you. But if that’s not your situation and you just want a vehicle that can seat five comfortably and get decent fuel economy, there are other options out there.

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high | d.m

summary: you find an unhealthy way of coping after draco cheats on you

warnings: drug use (marijuana) angsty¿, cheating, illusions to sex

song: habits - tove lo

a/n: this fic isn’t meant to romanticize drug use in any way. i also know nothing abt weed so LOL and very rushed & not edited

masterlist | taglist

I eat my dinner in my bathtub

Then I go to sexclubs

Watching freaky people gettin' it on

It doesn't make me nervous

If anything I'm restless

Yeah, I've been around and I've seen it all

you had a few minutes left of your charms class which was your last class before the weekend. you wanted nothing more than to get out of here and cuddle up with your boyfriend— who was enjoying his free period right now.

draco was one of the best boyfriends you could ask for, the frequent dates, gifts, and attention— it was more than you could wish for.

“you’re excused. you essays are due at the beginning of next week” snapes monotone voice dragged on as you quickly packed up your things and made your way to the slytherin common room.

I get home, I got the munchies

Binge on all my Twinkies

Throw up in the tub

Then I go to sleep

And I drank up all my money

Days get kinda lonely

entering the slytherin common room your eyes immediately searched for a certain blond boy, yet he was nowhere to be found. you made your way to the boys dorms in hopes of finding him there but you’re quickly interrupted by two familiar voices.

“why hello y/n, marvellous weather we’re having today aren’t we?” theo asked looking towards the ceiling and smiling as if he were outside, blaise blocking your path as he did so.

“i’m not sure what weather you’re talking about since we’re inside but i am okay thank you” you responded with a chuckle, trying to make your way past blaise.

“wait y/n” he stopped you. “can i borrow the astronomy notes? i would ask luna but i can’t find her anywhere” blaise continued.

they both seemed awfully on edge and anxious, you figured it was just quidditch nerves getting to them since there was an upcoming game this week.

“i have yet to finish my astronomy notes, but i did see luna in the great hall if you want her notes. now if you’d excuse me i’d like to see draco” you said trying to push past the two boys who still wouldn’t let you through.

“forget malfoy! let’s do something instead, we’re so much more fun than him, right blaise?” theo said giving blaise a pointed look as he threw his arm around your shoulder.

“right you are nott, let’s go!” blaise continued also throwing his arm around your shoulder and leading you away from the boys dorm.

“what? no, i have plans with draco. now excuse me” you said pushing them both off and heading towards dracos door.

as you get closer to his door you can hear heavy breathing, pants and skin slapping on skin. you’re confused, you figured draco would be taking a nap or running over drills for quidditch practice. the closer you get, the louder the noises become.

“pans, you feel so good”

you recognize that voice anywhere.

You're gone and I gotta stay

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

quickly you turned your head towards blaise and theo who had their heads lowered in shame, refusing to meet your gaze. “is this some kind of sick joke, are you guys pulling a prank or something because this isn’t funny” you said seriously not wanting to believe what you’re hearing from inside of your boyfriends dorm.

“we’re sorry, we tried to convince him not too but he wouldn’t listen” theo muttered silently.

it felt like your world was breaking apart slowly. just not too long ago you were excited to spend a weekend with your boyfriend who you loved so dearly, the same boyfriend who you’ve been dating for years, the same boyfriend who gets jealous about how much time you spend with his mum rather than him.

with shaky fingers you put your hand on the door knob and quickly pushed the door open, already preparing for the worst.

there he was, wrapped up with parkinson in the same bed you two shared not even twenty-four hours ago. her body straddling his naked, just like yours was doing the night before. you stood there frozen, mouth agape— not even knowing what to do with yourself.

“baby, i can explain, just please— y/n please don’t leave” draco said pushing pansy off of him, shuffling on his pants and reaching out towards you.

“dont touch me, malfoy!” you yelled and everyone froze. “you lost the right to touch me the minute you even thought of touching her” you continued sending both him and pansy a glare with tears threatening to slip from your eyes.

“darling please, i can explain—”

“no draco, we’re done just leave me alone, please” your voice cracking at the end as you pushed past blaise and theo rushing towards the girls dormitory.

Spend my days locked in a haze

Trying to forget you babe

I fall back down

Gotta stay high all my life

To forget I'm missing you

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

it’s been days since you last left your room, days since you last saw draco. daphne would come by and check on you but you’d always dismiss her, wanting to be alone. regret is one word to describe how you’ve been feeling— you gave him everything and he threw it away so carelessly for a quick hook up.

you missed waking up against his smooth skin in his embrace, tracing the lines and scars across his porcelain skin as you waited for him to wake up, the way he’d try to kiss you in the morning without brushing his teeth and you wouldn’t let him because of morning breath— but he’d still do it anyways.

you missed him, but he didn’t want you anymore.

maybe it was something you’ve done, you’ve been quite busy with work recently so you haven’t been spending as much time with him as normal. he was probably lonely and trying to seek the attention you lacked to give him.

getting up, you stared at yourself in the mirror picking yourself apart. you were pretty, it was a well known fact around hogwarts, maybe he thought she was prettier. she was the life of the party and always up for some mischief whereas you preferred to do stuff in silence and would rather be with a small group of people. maybe he liked how exciting she was in comparison to you, she probably brought a spark of excitement to his life that you couldn’t.

dreading to feel something you quickly showered and got ready to leave your room hoping to run into a specific set of twins.

Pick up daddies at the playground

How I spend my daytime

Loosen up the frown,

Make them feel alive

I'll make it fast and greasy

I'm on my way to easy

“well what can we do for you today” fred said to you with a cheeky smile plastered across his face.

“do you have any muggle herb left?” you asked in a low voice making sure no one heard you.

“maybe we do, maybe we don’t” george said. “how much are you offering in exchange though” he continued.

“ten galleons for three ounces, is that enough” you said pulling the galleons out of your pockets and placing them in george’s palm.

“it was a pleasure doing business with you” they said in unison as fred placed the tiny baggie in your pocket so no one would see.

once you returned to your dormitory you quickly pulled out the pre-rolled muggle herb, lit it and let yourself forget.

You're gone and I gotta stay

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Spend my days locked in a haze

Trying to forget you babe

I fall back down

Gotta stay high all my life

To forget I'm missing you

you started showing up to class late with red tired eyes, not caring about the looks you got. at this point every one knew what had happened but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

the muggle herb brought you a sense of bliss and freedom, a new feeling you haven’t felt before but something that you now craved.

“are you high right now?” draco said as he sat himself in the seat beside you.

“since when do you care about what i’m doing” you said sharply, not wanting to talk with him.

“love, you don’t smoke. who gave that stuff to you, i’ll kill them—”

“no you won’t.” you said turning towards him. “you won’t do any of that because you don’t own me and i’m not your girlfriend anymore. so mind your business malfoy, i’m sure parkinson’s waiting for you”

the rest of the class you both sat in silence working on potions that draco did most of since you weren’t in the correct mind state and he wasn’t willing to let his mark falter over your slip up.

you find it amazing how even when you’re on drugs he still looks amazing. the way his nose curves perfectly with a slight bump, and the way his hands move with caution as he pours the potion into the waste bucket.

“look, i’m sorry for what happened with pansy. it didn’t mean anything i swear, i don’t know why i did it but i regret it with my life” draco said breaking your thoughts, he looked older than normal and had dark circles underneath his under eyes. you wondered why he looked so distraught when he wasn’t the one who got cheated on.

“a sorry isn’t going to fix this draco” you told him. he knew you were right but he didn’t want to admit it. he hadn’t talked to pansy since the day you walked in on them, the guilt has been eating him up inside. he stayed silent and didn’t bother respond to you, he knew anything he said would have made the situation worst than it already is— but how he wished you were still his sweet y/n.

“now if you excuse me, i have some fun to attend too” you said leaving him alone as you made your way back to your dorm.

Staying in my play pretend

Where the fun, it got no end

Can't go home alone again

Need someone to numb the pain

You're gone and I gotta stay

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

over the last few weeks, you couldn’t remember the last time you were sober. you started skipping classes to smoke and avoiding your friends so they’d stop questioning your habits.

you were forgetting and that’s all that mattered, you didn’t care how it was affecting your health— it made you feel better. sometimes you wished there was another way, another way to forget how he held you at night pressing soft kisses to your skin, another way to forget the way he took pansy the same way he took you. you wonder if he feels as sorry as he looks, he’s the one who cheated so he can’t possibly care that much.

you hear two knocks at your door which quickly break you from your state making you more attentive, cleaning yourself up and opening the door. there stood draco— his eyes red as well, like hes been crying.

“y/n listen, i know what i did was wrong and that i tried to pretend it wasn’t me but please. i didn’t mean too, you mean the world to me. i miss you so much love.” he pleaded with you.

“y’know draco, i miss you too” you admitted. “but i’ve found a way to forget about you, maybe you should do the same”.

Gotta stay high all my life

To forget I'm missing you

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