#okay uhm anyway bye have a good day!!!

[c4ss1dysbl0g]

I dont like this as mich as the last one but,,, yall like it sooo

Feast on it mmm

[xdjville]

nct dream's voicemails

pairing: nct dream x gn!reader

genre: really all of them are different genres so idk buckle up; angst, established relationship (mark); comfort, established relationship (renjun); friends who have a thing going on and the dreamies are menaces (jeno); classmates, acquaintances but you're kinda cute (haechan); sick reader, fluff, established relationship (jaemin); basketball player and his "friend", bonus: he's drunk (chenle); idol x non idol, established relationship, kind of angsty if you squint but not really (jisung)

cw: cursing in mark's and jeno's, chenle's under the influence and he calls reader "pretty"

#mark

"i'm sorry. look, i... i know you probably don't want to talk to me right now, i get it. i shouldn't have said any of that and i'm so fucking sorry. i hate what i did and i have no excuse for being an asshole to you, but it's been almost two hours since you left and honestly i'm so worried i'm losing my mind. you don't have to come back yet, or call me back if you don't want to, but please, for the love of god, just let me know you're somewhere safe. shit, i'm so, so sorry. let's talk when you're ready, okay? i'll sleep on the couch tonight, so if you come back you can take the bedroom. i'm sorry. i love you."

#renjun

"hi, y/n. i'm sorry for calling so late, but, uh, i wanted to check up on you, you seemed a bit off today. maybe i'm imagining things, i don't know, but i couldn't stop thinking about it so i still wanted to ask. you don't have to tell me now, we can talk about it whenever you're comfortable, or not at all if you don't want to. just know i'm here for you, okay? it's normal to have worse days, so i'll try not to worry too much. i hope you'll feel better when you wake up in the morning. call me tomorrow, hm? we can go to that new ice cream place you told me about. sleep well, love you."

#jeno

"jesus, can you guys shut the fuck up– hey, uh, sorry for that, it's jeno. um, i'm calling because we're going to get some drinks at the bar down the street later tonight, and i– we were wondering if you maybe wanna tag along? we thought it could be fun hanging out outside of class since the semester is almost over. it's fine if you're busy though, no pressure. we're going out around, uh, nine, i think? so if you're up, call me back and i'll give you the details, yeah? alright, that's all, talk to you later. seriously, you guys are such fucking–"

#haechan

"uhm... hi, it's donghyuck. you probably didn't pick up since you don't have my number, but, uh, i called tell you that you left your sunglasses at the library yesterday. i asked mark for your number because we won't see each other untill chem next week and i thought you might need them, so... if you'd like to get them back just let me know? we could meet at the library again, or at get a coffee... or something. or i can give them to you in chem. whatever works for you! i don't mind either. just, uh, just let me know, okay? bye."

#jaemin

"hi, baby. how are you holding up? you must be sleeping, that's good. you need a lot of rest, hm? i hope by the time you're listening to this you will be feeling a little better. did your fever go down yet? there's food from my mom that i left in your fridge, you should eat that, i'm sure it's going to set you up. remember to stay hydrated too, yeah? i'll drop by with some groceries tonight, so let me know if you want anything specific. now rest well, love, i'll see you later."

#chenle

"y/n... you told me to call you when i get home, so why didn't... why aren't you pickin' up? well i– i'm home now, and, uh... renjun drove me there, so don't worry. anyways... i wanted t'say thank you, for coming to the game today. i honestly think we won only because you were there. you looked like... really, really... pretty. like... super pretty. when you, uh, hugged me after the match, i almost kissed you, you know? you're like my lucky charm... yeah, my lucky charm. i wanted to kiss you really bad. i wish you were here now so i could kiss you. can you come over tomorrow? mhm, 'm gonna go to bed now. bye, y/n–"

#jisung

"hey, how are you doing? it must be the middle of the night for you, you're probably asleep. i hope i didn't wake you up, i'm sorry if i did... i called you because i wanted to hear your voice. i, uh... i miss you, a lot. we had a day to ourselves to explore a bit, it was fun! it really was. but the whole time i couldn't stop thinking about how much more fun it would be with you there. i didn't want to kill the mood for the others, but i couldn't help missing you more today. did you miss me more, too? maybe it's like a soulmate thing... god, i sound so cheesy right now. anyways, the guys said they miss you too. chenle said we should all get hotpot together when we're done with the tour. sounds nice, right? oh, this voicemail is getting long... let's talk when you wake up, i'll call you after the concert. i lo– i miss you. sleep tight."

#taglist ➼♡ @bambisnc @suzayaaa

©xdjville

[sereneres]

“introducing le sserafim’s only…” ⁰

le sserafim x 6th member!reader / 3.3k

summary. — “introducing le sserafim’s only extroverted member (ln yn) in 10 minutes or less.”

warnings. — reader is considered an extrovert / video format is inspired by @/jihyoruri’s yt series

🎬 — sleepy yn

“hello~” eunchae greeted quietly, the top of her face – the bridge of her nose, eyes, and forehead – the only thing visible on the screen. “we’re practicing for our debut today… which is going to be in around two weeks or so, if i’m not wrong, and–”

“cam’s too close t’your face, eunchae.” a voice – rough with sleep yet airy like a daydream – interrupts, and the younger girl blinks before moving the camera further away, revealing a bleary-eyed yn clinging to her shoulder.

“oops, didn’t realize that.” the younger girl says as she chuckled nervously, embarrassment tinting her cheeks with a light pink. “heh, if it’s not, uhm, obvious, i’m not really used to this yet.” she then sighs, frowning. “it’s starting to feel like i won’t ever get used to it.”

you also frown, raising your head from eunchae’s shoulder and sandwiching her face in between your hands. “you’ll get used to it, ‘nchae.” you murmur, eyes more wide and attentive in comparison to their normal half-lidded and hazy state. “you just have to believe in yourself.”

[oh she’s so cute-]

“m’kay.” eunchae responds, words slightly muffled by the fact that your hands were squishing her face. “c’mf you lef go mew?”

you blink, tilting your head. “what?”

the younger girl sighed – though, of course, with her cheeks pressed together, it was more like she was just blowing air out of her mouth – and took one hand off of the camera to pull down yours from her cheek. “anyway, as i was saying, our debut is in a few days, so we’re practicing for it.”

“more like we are practicing for it while yn daydreams.” yunjin snorted, plopping down beside eunchae and waving at the camera. “hello, everyone.”

“‘s nothin’ for me t’practice.” you murmur sleepily, once again laying your head on eunchae’s shoulder. “○○○’nnie said i was good to go.”

eunchae gasps dramatically, turning to you with wide eyes. “yn-unnie, you can’t just say her name like that…” she trails off, a brow raising ever so slightly. “can you?”

[lmfao not yn almost leaking her staff’s name 😭]

“don’t worry, they’ll edit this part out or at least bleep ○○○-unnie’s name.” someone says somewhere offscreen. “that’s what they did back then…”

“aw, does that mean that there’s a chance they’ll cut this part out of the video?” eunchae asks, deflating ever so slightly, a pout on her lips.

[don’t worry, eunchae, it didn’t get cut ⌃⌃]

yunjin, amused by the younger girl’s visible disappointment, laughs. “with you acting this cute, eunchae, i don’t think they’ll do that.” she says, petting the girl before looking up. “unnie, come say hi to our fans.”

there’s a sigh before a mess of black hair covers the camera, inciting shrieks and yelping from the two girls – eunchae and yunjin – and a whine from you, who had been rudely awakened by the loud screaming in your ear.

“hello.” chaewon greets, eyes bright with mischief. “i hope you’re liking the video so far and- oh wow.” she blinks, her brows furrowing. “being upside down is sort of giving me a headache, so i’ll be saying good bye for now…”

“mmph, why’re you guys s’loud?…” you murmur sleepily, eyes closing. “g’back to practice…”

[boss baby #2]

“okay…”

“yah, just who do you think you’re ordering around?”

“chaewon-unnie~”

“oh fine… urgh, those puppy eyes are so not fair.”

[they are definitely not fair.]

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“hello, everyone, i’m– mph.” you yawn, making you raise a hand to your mouth and turn your head away from the camera for good measure. “s’rry ‘bout that.” you murmur, rubbing at your eye as you blearily looked at the camera. “hello everyone, my name is ln yn and i will – hm – be your host today.”

[why does she introduce herself like this as if we don’t know who she is??? it’s cute though.]

“ev’ryone’s probably asleep right now.” you continue to say, stretching your arms up and humming quietly. “it’s pretty early ‘n the mornin’, ‘n they usually sleep late… ‘cept for ‘kura-unnie.”

you then stand up, picking up the camera in the process, and trudge outside, only to nearly bump into a more awake sakura. “ack-”

“ah, ynnie, you’re awake.” she murmurs, blinking at you with surprise and confusion on her bare yet pretty face. “i thought you said you were going to sleep in today?”

[oh?]

“that was b’fore manager-unnie told me i had somethin’ scheduled t’day yesterday night.” you sigh, scratching the back of your head and messing your hair up even more than it already was. “i jus’ wished she told me earlier… that way i would’ve slept ‘nstead of staying up.”

“is that so?” sakura asked, tilting her head with a curious look on her face. “that’s odd, manager-unnie always tells us at least a day before…”

“right?” you huff, crossing your arms. “‘s weird, but it’s whatever. i need to get ready to leave in a hour or somethin’, so ‘m gonna have to start gettin’ ready now.”

[does anyone else find the way she talks cute? no? just me? okay…]

“ah, hold on, ynnie.” she said, pulling out her phone and fiddling with it. “let me just call manager-unnie and ask if you really have a schedule today. maybe she got the date wrong.”

you said nothing in response, choosing to instead hum quietly as you watched the older girl contact your manager, occasionally looking at the camera and making funny faces in an attempt to entertain those watching.

after a quiet conversation – which would only last a few seconds for those who were watching – sakura pulls her phone away from her ear, a half-smile half-grimace on her face. “alright, ynnie, i’ve got some good news and some bad news. which one do you want to hear first?”

“the good news.”

“alright, so the good news is that you don’t have a schedule today.” she says, smiling as she watched you pump a fist in the air sleepily, something you did often whenever you were too tired to cheer loudly.

[mother kkura is back again-]

“and the bad news?”

“you have a schedule at around five in the morning tomorrow.”

[oh. that’s not- uh.]

“oh, okay… wait, what?!”

🎬 — clingy yn (sort of an extension to sleepy yn?)

“yn-unnie is the clingiest out of all of us.”

chaewon, confused, looks away from the camera to raise a brow at her youngest member. “what?”

[our pupu leader is so confused lol]

“someone asked who the clingiest member of le sserafim was.” eunchae explained, lifting her phone and showing the older girl the said comment. “see?”

“ah…” the leader was quiet for a brief moment, eyes fixed on eunchae’s phone, before she nodded her head. “yeah, ynnie, out of the six of us, is the clingiest member. in fact, she might even be the most clingiest person i’ve ever met.”

“like, there’s clingy, and then there’s yn-unnie.” the younger of the two said, giggling. “it honestly surprised me because she didn’t seem like the type to like physical contact when i first met her.”

“ynnie does looks cold on the outside but is very warm and gooey on the inside,” chaewon said before turning to the camera. “did you hear that, fearnots? our yn may look heartless, but she isn’t!”

[yn on the outside: ⛓️🌹💔☠️ vs yn on the inside: 🍫❤️🍰🍓]

“yeah! and–”

“hey, c’ld you two keep it down?” a sleep voice interrupted, sounding mildly irritated. “‘m tryin’ t’sleep here…”

[speak of the devil and she will appear…]

“ah, sorry, yn-unnie,” eunchae said apologetically, wincing as she looked away from the camera, presumably at the older girl herself.

chaewon, on the other hand, was not so apologetic. “you knew we were going to go live in this room, yn, so why did you decide to try and sleep here of all places?”

“mmph… ‘cuz the dorm felt too lonely…” came the sleepy response, making chaewon, who looked somewhat indignant only seconds ago, visibly melt like chocolate in hot milk.

[oh. my. god?!]

“see?” eunchae said matter-of-factly, crossing her arms. “i told you yn-unnie was the clingiest!”

“…who ev’r said i wasn’t?”

“she even admitted it!”

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to you, you were just hugging yunjin. to said girl, you were like a blanket. a heated and weighted blanket.

to everyone else? you were practically all over her.

[she’s laying on yunjin like she’s a bed or something 💀]

“yah, yn, get off yunjin before you squish her into the couch.” chaewon sighed, tugging at your arm in an attempt to get you to stand up. “we also have to go rehearse in a few minutes, so you’re going to have to get up either way.”

you whine, nuzzling your head further into the yunjin’s neck as you pulled your wrist out of your leader’s grasp and tucked it under you. “five m’re minutes, unnie, please?”

[oh she’s so cute-]

“we don’t have five more minutes, yn-unnie.” eunchae deadpanned, staring at you through the mirror. “chaewon-unnie just said that we only have a minute or so before we have to go on stage.”

“unnie~”

[ln yn uses the attack, “puppy eyes”]

“get up, ln yn, or else.”

[it, unfortunately, does not have much of an affect on her opponent, kim chaewon, who has become somewhat immune to her attacks.]

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“our manchae is so cute…” yunjin cooed, chaewon nodding her agreement while sakura and kazuha let out hums of agreement, their eyes alight with adoration as they watched their youngest member pose with an aloof expression on her face.

[our eunchae has grown up sm T⌃T]

“she always looks cute when she’s pretending t’be serious.” you murmur, nuzzling further into yunjin’s neck as you wrapped your arms around her waist. “‘s like a kitty pretending t’be a lion…”

[ah yes, clingy and sleepy yn.]

noticing how sleepy you were getting, chaewon sighed before separating the two of you. “yn, you can’t fall asleep right now.” she murmured, looking apologetic. “you still have your photo shoot left to do, and if you miss it, we’ll have to reschedule everything.”

hearing this, you frown, having forgotten that you would be the last one to get her pictures taken. “‘m sorry unnie.” you apologized, bowing your head and rubbing at your tired eyes. “didn’t realize i was about t’sleep until m’eyes closed…”

“it’s alright, ynnie, i’m not upset.” the older girl then lifted your head up, cooing upon seeing the frown – which was, admittedly, very pouty – on your lips. “i promise, once we’re back in the car, you can go right back to sleep.” she then smiles. “sound good?”

[AAHDGAJHS??? CHAEYN <333]

now a little bit more awake than you had been moments earlier, you nod in response, and chaewon’s smile visibly grew wider as she patted you on the cheek – it was something she did often, though you never complained because, well, she was the kim chaewon – before letting you go.

“i have no idea how she can sleep so easily like that.” kazuha murmured from behind the two of you, looking at you with awe written all over her features. “it’s really cold in here.”

[such is the power of exhaustion.]

sakura chuckled, smiling as she watched you talk animatedly with chaewon. “as long as she’s with one of us, that girl could sleep anywhere.”

“that, or i’m just really comfy.” yunjin simpered, wiggling her eyebrows at the camera and at the girls.

shaking her head, sakura sighed before walking away from the two younger girls to greet eunchae, who had just finished her shoot. kazuha, on the other hand, just smiled politely, choosing not to say anything lest it sound rude.

[kazuha: 🙂]

🎬 — extrovert yn (read: introverted extrovert yn)

“for being an E, ynnie is a lot like an I.” yunjin mused as you all ate dinner, chopsticks in the air and pointed in your general direction.

[this is the first time they have ever mentioned yn’s mbti btw]

“ah, that’s right!” sakura says, eyes widening as she clapped her hands together. “i totally forgot about that.”

“wasn’t kazuha-unnie also an E?” eunchae asked, raising a brow.

“i was, but then i became an I.” kazuha murmured, taking a sip of her drink. “i had always been gotten E-something-something before though, so…”

“i feel like it’s our fault that you became an I.” chaewon said, chuckling while also looking somewhat apologetically at the japanese girl. “sorry about that, by the way.”

[they converted an extrovert into an introvert lol]

kazuha giggles, shaking a hand and dismissing the leader’s apology. “don’t worry, unnie, i’m pretty sure i was more of an I deep down. i’ve always been half-and-half between I and E anyway.” she pauses, turning to look at you. “yn, on the other hand…”

“huh?” having been more focused on your food, you had been surprised when you looked up to see all five of your members looking at you. “what’s happenin’?”

[now that i think about it, yn never knows what’s happening- she has zero self awareness 😭]

“we’re talking about our MBTI’s.” sakura explained, leaning forward with a curious look on her face. “are you sure you’re an E?”

you blink. “uh, yes…?” you say, somewhat unconvincingly. “i got entp a few months ago, right bef’re our comeback. why?”

“yunjin-unnie commented on how introverted you act despite being and extrovert.” eunchae said, pointing at said girl. “and then kkura-unnie asked zuha-unnie if she was an E, zuha-unnie said she was an I, and chaewon-unnie apologized to her for making her an introvert.”

“ah… is that so?” you hum, nodding to yourself. “when i was searchin’ up stuff ‘bout my MBTI, it said that entp’s were the most introverted extroverts.”

[…someone fact check that]

“why couldn’t you just be an introvert?” yunjin playfully grumbled as she crossed her arms and pouted. “that way, we could’ve had the biggest introverted group!”

[that title belongs to fromis_9 but okay-]

you shrug unapologetically. “‘dunno, i was just born this way.”

[yn and her idgaf attitude 😭]

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“i’m back!~”

eunchae, upon hearing your voice, perked up immediately and scrambled to get up to go greet you. “yn-unnie! what took you so long? the vending machine wasn’t that far away, was it?”

“ah, no, it wasn’t, i just had to help one of the newer staff members.” you say, chuckling. “they got lost looking for the bathroom, so i had to show them where it was before making my way back.”

[…what?]

“a new staff member?” sakura asked, looking up from her phone. “did they ask you for help or did you go to them?”

at this, you blink owlishly, unsure of how to respond. “uh, it’s a mix of both? i saw them wandering around and looking lost, but i didn’t like, go up to them or anything. i just stared until they felt me staring at them.”

[yn: 😶😶😶😶]

“that… that’s it?” chaewon asked incredulously. “you stared at them and they just came to you?”

“well, no, they noticed me staring, i gestured for them to come to me, and… yeah.” you giggled somewhat nervously, having noticed that all of your member’s eyes were on you. “then i showed them where the restroom was.”

“wow.”

[yeah, wow-]

“that’s an extrovert for you…” eunchae murmured, eyes wide. “if it was me or one of the other unnies, i don’t think we would have done that.”

“actually, i would have–”

“shut up yunjin.”

[she got shut down rq 💀]

🎬 — random moments with the fimmies.

“doesn’t it hurt your neck to do that?”

you hum questioningly, peeking an eye open to see sakura standing above you with her hands on her hips, one of her eyebrows raised. beside you, kazuha giggled quietly, the slight shaking of her shoulders making you whine in complaint.

[she’s so- AHDSBNA]

“ahem.”

“ah, s’rry, ‘kura-unnie.” you murmur, rubbing at your eyes sleepily. “what’d you say? couldn’t hear you…”

sighing but not surprised, sakura shakes her head and repeats her question. “does it not hurt your neck to always keep it twisted like that, yn?”

[twisted is… an interesting word choice.]

“twisted?” you repeat, lifting your head from kazuha’s shoulder. “what d’you mean by twisted?”

“well, you know…” noticing the lost look on your face, sakura, once again, sighed before tilting her head to the side, her cheek almost touching her shoulder. “like this. every time you sleep, you always have your head tilted like this, even when you’re in bed.”

[????]

“oh, really?” you ask, frowning. “so that’s why chaewon’nnie keeps tellin’ me that i’ve got horrible sleepin’ habits…”

“ah, is that what she was scolding you about this morning?” kazuha questioned, raising an eyebrow with an amused smile on her lips. “i was wondering what that was all about. turns out, she was just telling you off for having bad posture when you sleep.”

[chaewon = mother]

you, on the other hand, weren’t amused whatsoever, which was made very evident by the sleepy pout on your own lips. “‘s not m’fault. i just… sleep like that.”

“hm...” sakura hums, her expression . “in that case, i suppose there’s nothing we can do but force you to start sleeping with proper posture.”

“proper-” you yelp as the older girl abruptly grabs your face, squishing it between her hands and making you sit upright. “‘nnie! ‘at’re yu d’in’?!”

[…what’d she say?]

“wow, you can barely understand a single word she’s saying.” kazuha muttered, watching with apathetic eyes. “not that that’s any different from how it normally is…”

[kazuha?!!)3$]

“uh, do we even want to know what’s happening here?” chaewon asked, standing by the door with a look of concern and exasperation on her face.

“probably not?”

“no.”

“maybe??”

“‘elp!”

[💀]

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“ack-”

chaewon frowned, her brows furrowing as she turned her head. “yah, what are you doing back there?”

“nothing!” came eunchae’s very loud reply, followed by a loud thwack!, a grunt, and shrieking.

[’nothing’… sure.]

“that doesn’t sound like nothing.” the older girl said skeptically, sighing and turning to her phone with a exasperated look on her face. “i’ll be right back, okay, fearnots? i need to make sure those two aren’t doing anything dangerous.”

she then stood up to leave, waving goodbye to the camera before walking away, and it doesn’t take long for those watching the live to hear yelling – shrieking – and wailing, though no one could tell who was doing what.

[what the fuck is happening off screen 😭]

and then yunjin popped into view, her glasses askew on her face and her hair messy.

“hello fearnots, how have you been?” she asked, dropping onto the couch with a groan. “ynnie and manchae started arguing over who are the last oreo a few minutes ago, which turned into a pillow fight that they somehow managed to get zuha and kkura-unnie involved in.”

[comments: what about you?]

“me? are you asking about me?” yunjin asked, pointing to herself with a look of surprise. “i was just minding my own business in the corner of the room until then someone – i think it was kazuha? – threw a pillow at me, so i threw it back, and, well…” she gestured to her hair and face. “this is what happened.”

[yikes.]

“yah, you little-! get back here!”

“aaand i guess chaewon-unnie got involved too.�� the american sighed, clicking her tongue and shaking her head in mock disappointment. “honestly, as our leader, you would think she had more self-control…”

[damn okay-]

“huh yunjin, what did you just say about me?” chaewon questioned, sounding much closer than she had been moments prior.

”nothing!” yunjin responded, smiling nervously as she glanced at something off camera. “unnie, when did you get there?”

“it didn’t sound like nothing.”

[chaewon sounds so suspicious of them 💀 that’s totally valid tho]

“aha… ha… ha.” yunjin gulped, looking away from – presumably – chaewon and at the phone in her hands. “uh, i’ll see you guys later, assuming that i don’t die right now.”

“yah–!”

[and that’s the end! make sure to like and subscribe and to hit that notification bell so that you won’t miss a single video! cheers :)]

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Hope you're having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request the BAU Team x Male reader who's also an agent, reader gets kidnapped by the unsub finding a thrill from the thought of breaking an FBI agent, the unsub changes up what he has been doing wanting this to be more "fun" (unsub SA & tortures reader)

Will the team find reader and the unsub? Will the unsub try and kill reader or keep him as a toy? You can choose all injuries I'm okay with anything from broken bones to missing limbs/eye

I was wondering if could get a lil Derek x male reader like they're really close like unrequited love, they like to tease and joke

Hi! I hope your having a good one as well! I took a lot of creative freedom with this one. Proably one of the darkest and longest fic I had wrote in a while tbh

Warnings! Blood, gore, killing, cannibalsim barely mention like gotta squint, breaking bones, punishment, SA, torture, burning, fire, stabbing, victm reader, revenge, reader goes a lil crazy the end. Twisted ending.

BAU X VICTIM MALE READER WHOS AN AGENT

And a lil of Derek Morgan x reader

It was a late night in the BAU. Most agents were tired only surviving on cups of coffee and energy drinks. One agent was bored and tired and even started to learn how to make origami out of sticky notes and paper

Deciding having enough Y/n tossed the origami swan on Reid's desk he had just got done finishing.

Y/n stands up from his desk before announcing.

“Okay i'm heading home guys! See you all later and goodnight!” Y/n says to the team as he makes sure he has everything to go home.

"Drive safe and make sure you grab something to eat on the way." Hotch says more like ordering him to do it. "Night Y/n!" Penelope says waving her friend bye.

"See ya Y/n. Don't miss me too much now!~" Morgan says with a wink as Y/n just rolls his eyes.

Spencer gives Y/n a small wave bye which Y/n smiles and waves bye back.

After gathering all his personal belongings Y/n gives the team one more goodbye wave before leaving the office.

TIMESKIP

Y/n was inside his car tapping his finger to the wheel to the beat of the music in his car. Stopping at the red light Y/n looks around looking at the nearby food places.

Originally Y/n wasn't going to eat anything, but he knew that Hotch would just call him later on and see what he had gotten to eat and would like to see proof.

After the light turned green Y/n drove his car to a fast food place going inside the drive thru.

The line was long and busy, but Y/n didn't mind. Once it was Y/n's turn to order he just ordered his usual and didn't try to make small talk like the worker tried.

Finally once it was Y/n's turn to pay Y/n rolled down his window meeting eyes with a man. The man had a beard with long slick back hair. The man looked like he worked out a ton.

"Late nights am I right." The man says after staring at Y/n's tired figure as he tried to make small talk once more.

"Yeah I guess." Y/n responded back dryly as he opened his wallet to pay.

"I feel ya. What's your job anyway?" The worker says as he reaches his hand out for Y/n's card.

"... Uhm i'm an agent." Y/n huffs out seeing there's no harm in telling him since it's highly unlikely he'll see him again. "A agent?! Like for the FBI?" The man breathes out.

Y/n nods his head yes before handing him card.

"That's so cool! I think about the FBI almost everyday! So it's like a dream come true to meet one in real life." The man says as he scans the card before handing it back to Y/n.

"Are you dating someone or--" The worker drags out watching Y/n's eyebrow raise.

Y/n thinks for a minute before a smirk grows on his lips. "Yeah i'm married." Y/n answers before taking his card back putting it inside his wallet.

"Ohh... Uhm what's their name?"

"Derek..." Y/n answers already thinking to tell Derek about this experince.

"He must be really lucky to be with an FBI agent."

Thankfully the car in front of Y/n moves forward as Y/n looks at the worker giving him a quick thanks before driving forward. The worker stares at Y/n's car for a while before leaving.

TIMESKIP

After getting his food Y/n drives home. The late night car ride was quiet just the way Y/n liked it. Nothing going on in his neighborhood. No parties, no one having loud sex just quiet and simple.

Finally making it home Y/n drives into his drive through parking the car and turning it off.

Y/n picks up the food and his work bags as he leaves the car closing it and locking it before walking to the porch.

Unlocking the front door Y/n goes inside his home.

Y/n puts his bags and stuff down by the front door before walking deeper inside the house going inside the living room turning on the TV and sits down on the couch.

Y/n kicks off his shoes and takes off his suit jacket without even bothering to wear some comfortable clothes.

As Y/n ate and watched TV tiredness became overwhelming to the agent as he began to doze off. Quickly finishing his food Y/n dozes off watching TV.

TIMESKIP

After a while Y/n could hear something opening. It was muffled and quiet. Y/n opened his eyes tiredly looking around. It was still dark outside and his TV was still on.

Hearing the noise becomes louder. It sounded like someone was struggling to get something opened outside.

Soon enough Y/n came to his senses and listened more carefully.

"Why won't this damn door open!"

Y/n heard the whispered shout perfectly. Y/n's body took control as his hand flew to the gun holster on his belt taking out his gun. Y/n thanked god for letting him be too tired to undress.

Y/n quietly moved around his house holding his gun tight. Y/n founded a spot to hide moving inside a shadow in his house that gave him a good view around the house.

Click

"Fuck me..." Y/n thought to himself remembering he left his phone inside the living room.

Listening to the foot steps inside the house Y/n held his breath getting ready to shoot and ask questions later.

"Mr FBI agent~ Where are you?"

From the no response the intruder stomps his foot to the ground getting angry.

"I don't like to be ignored! Where the fuck are you!" He shouts again.

Y/n knew he couldn't keep hiding forever, so he might as well try to fight. Y/n always wanted to die in something cool or at least self defense. Y/n quietly moved from his hiding spot.

Spotting the intruder in his bedroom Y/n aimed the gun at his head. Y/n thought for a minute before stalking up behind the man. Y/n strikes fast hitting the gun against the back of the mans skull.

The man almost fell from the pain and surprise, but nonetheless still stood his ground whipping his body around facing Y/n.

Y/n kicked the man in the stomach making him hunch down before hitting him again using the gun to hit him on the back of the head again taking the man down with ease.

The man lets out a loud groan in pain as he falls to the floor.

Making sure he doesn't think of trying anything Y/n stomped on the man's neck.

Out of nowhere hands grab Y/n's head covering his mouth with a cloth. Y/n tries to fight back even managing a few good hits on the person behind him. Y/n body collapses in the person's arms knocked out.

The person puts the cloth in his pocket before gently putting Y/n down on the bed. The person walks to the man on the floor rolling him onto his back before getting on top him choking him.

"You were supposed to distract him you idiot!" The person shouts as they use all their strength to strangle the person to death.

The man on the ground moves around gasping for air as his hands fly to the persons are trying to pull them off of them.

Squeezing their hands tighter the man on the floors grows limp.

Once the person makes sure the man is completetly dead they moves off of him and walks to Y/n.

The person carries Y/n over his shoulder as he picks up Y/n's gun from the floor leaving the house.

TIMESKIP

"The fuck..." Y/n thinks to himself as he tries to stretch, but sadly couldn't because of something cold and heavy holding his legs down.

Y/n looked around at the walls. The room walls were dark red and the bed was a queen sized one with candles around the room. The room had rose petals around the room some making heart shapes.

Y/n sat up in the bed looking around. Y/n tried to move down on the bed, but the collar chained to the wall behind him stops him.

The room was freezing cold and the candles didn't provide much heat. And it was even worse that Y/n was naked only the bed sheets covering his private part.

The door slowly opens.

The hallway was completely dark. It was hard to see anything in there. You couldn't even see the person who opened the door.

"Oh you're awake! Thank god I thought I killed you. That would be so bad for the both of us."

"God please don't tell me it's that weirdo." Y/n thinks to himself looking at the person walking inside the room.

It was the man from the drive through.

"You lied to me. You are not married." The man says crossing his arms.

"But you were honest about one thing. You are an FBI agent! I mean your Agent L/n I didn't know how I didn't recognize you! You were the agent who took down that famous school shooter. You were all over the news and you even got an award from the major that you turned down." He rants out going to the nearby dresser by the bed getting a newspaper flipping through the pages before showing it.

The newspaper had Y/n's face all over it.

"I can't believe my first victim is a real hero!.... But it still bothers me that you lied to me." The man says while putting the newspaper neatly back inside the dresser.

"We should have some rules." The man says while picking up one of the candles from the dresser. The man climbs onto the bed getting close with Y/n.

"Rule number one. Don't lie to me!" He shouts as he grabs Y/n's free arm burning him with the candle.

Y/n's body went into a fight or flight response closing his hand into a fist punching the man right in his jaw.

The man seemed unfazed to the punch only expression he showed was thrill.

"Rule number two. Don't even think about escaping... I own you Y/n, so don't even get any ideas." He whispers as he moves the candle by Y/n's neck burning him with the flame.

Y/n screams in pain as the fire burns his skin.

"Rule number three. You're not allowed to think let alone talk about someone who isn't me. I'm the only man in your life from now on forward. The only time someone else besides me would talk to you is when your buddies call your phone."

The man moves the candle away taking it to Y/n's inner thigh. Striking it on Y/n's thigh holding it there until the flame is put out.

Y/n screams in pain as he throws his head back. Y/n bit onto his lip trying to contain the noises as he realizes that showing pain will give the man pleasure.

The man throws the candle away as he stares at Y/n.

"Aww poor agent~ Your lip is bleeding. Here let me clean for you." The man takes Y/n jaw harshly yanking his head down. The man greedily licks away before kissing Y/n with all his mouth forcing his tongue inside.

The man's hands moves around Y/n's chest before going down lower and lower until he reaches Y/n's private area.

"I love how you're enjoying this!~" The man teases pulling away from the messy kiss.

As soon as the man pulls away Y/n headbutts him with all his might. The blood rushes out the nose.

"Ohh!~ You like it rough huh? You like it when we beat the living shit out each other your into that?" The man questions as he takes Y/n's private part inside his hand.

"Okay.... I can lean into that."

TIMESKIP

Ever since then it has been a constant torture from the man. The man was breaking the agent slowly.

It's been a full week since Y/n was at work. Y/n's family had told Hotch that Y/n was staying with them because of family problems.

But that couldn't be farther from the truth.

The once romantic beautiful bedroom had became dirty and disgusting. With blood mostly painting the walls. Some of it was Y/n, the unsub and completetly unknown blood c

Y/n was on the floor with one of his arms broke from the torture yesterday. The reason why he gotten punished because he broke rule number three.

Y/n laid on the floor in a puddle of his own tears with dried blood around his naked body staining his skin. Y/n's vision was blurry but he could see the unsub new victims huddle around him.

Even though he was unchained and free he was too weak for anything. His body was bruised and beaten badly as some of his bones had fractures.

Y/n’s more private areas were sticky and dirty. The agent wanted to cry and scream, but he couldn’t let the unsub win that easily.

"Y/n where are you going?"

"Y/n!"

The victims behind him call out, but Y/n just ignores them

Pulling his weak body up he slowly moves onto his feet trembling in pain. Y/n walks towards the door with a bad limp as his body feels overwhelming pain. Reaching for the door knob with his good hand Y/n opens the door as quietly as he can.

Y/n stared into the dark hallway before taking a deep breath walking out the bedroom.

WITH THE BAU

"Theres something up with Y/n."

Morgan announces as he sits down at his chair at the round table. The other agents at the table raise their eyebrows and look at Morgan with confusion.

"I'm guessing hes texting y'all and calling right. Theres something up and I know it." Derek adds crossing his arms.

"Y/n doesn't take pictures like that. He doesn't like styling his hair like that in the pictures. And he most definitely doesn't text dry and boring." Derek says as if he was stating facts.

"Maybe because he's with his family and all. It is scientifically proven that families do have a big interference in someones past, present and future lives." Reid blurts out as he turns to face Derek's worried and anxious face.

"I know, but something has to be wrong. It gotta be." Derek says before looking back at the case files that are currently on the table. "And I don't mean to sound crazy, but I just have this burning feeling." Derek adds.

BACK WITH Y/N

Walking on the cold wood floor felt so new to Y/n. He was so used to that bloody stained carpet in the bedroom he completely forgot what other material feels like.

Going deeper inside the dark hallway Y/n spots a dim light under what seems to be a door. Y/n slowly walked to the source looking under the door one last time before touching the door searching for the knob.

Y/n's fingers graze the cold door knob before opening it. Stepping forward Y/n walks inside the room shutting the door slowly behind him.

Muffled humming could be heard outside the room Y/n was currently inside. Y/n was inside another bedroom. Y/n looked around for a while before leaving searching for the target who is humming.

The unsub stood inside the kitchen cutting up what seems to be a leg turning the meat into tiny pieces before dropping it inside a soup bowl. The unsub snaps his head looking behind him as Y/n hides around the corner holding his mouth tight.

The unsub walks towards Y/n's direction before stopping in the doorway. The unsub stood in the middle of the doorway with Y/n on the wall holding his breath.

The unsub walks inside the bedroom looking around suspiciously. The unsub opens the door to the long dark hallway before walking inside shutting the door behind him before shouting "Y/n! I already told you to keep the noise down!"

Which heavily confused Y/n. But Y/n decided not to think too much of it and hopped over to the door locking it as he muttered a prayer about having a lock on it on the outside. Finally having some time to think Y/n looked around the bedroom in search of his phone or some clothes he could wear.

"Where the fuck is it." Y/n groans as he searches the bedroom.

Having no luck in finding it Y/n looks for some clothes he could wear. After finding some that kinda fitted him Y/n left the room.

Y/n went inside the bathroom looking for any medicine of some sort he can take or use. Finding nothing but empty pill bottles Y/n leave the bathroom before heading to the front door.

Ignoring all the pain inside Y/n's body Y/n opens the heavy door using all his strength. Finally opening it Y/n looks outside his way too freedom as a small smile crawls onto his lips.

But soon that smile slowly fades. Y/n felt empty. He felt that he was missing something that was satisfying. Taking a few steps back Y/n turns around marching towards the kitchen before picking up the very knife he man was just using.

Y/n stared into his own reflection at the bloody knife. In the clean part of the knife showed Y/n's dirty and bloody face, but on the other side of the knife that was stained with blood the reflection showed the unsub staring into the knife.

Lowering the knife Y/n gripped onto it hard as he walked back inside the house walking through it.

Finally reaching the door he had locked the unsub inside Y/n unlocks it slowly, but before he could open it the door swings open with the unsub pouncing on him screaming and shouting.

"How dare you try to outsmart me!"

The unsub presses hard against Y/n's broken arm causing the man to let out a scream. Using the hand that Y/n held the knife with he gave a quick stab in the rib cage causing the unsub to take some weight off the agent.

Taking the opportunity Y/n pushes the unsub off of him quickly crawling on top of him before stabbing him in the chest repeatedly.

Blood splatted everywhere staining the fresh clean clothes Y/n just found with blood.

Slowly growing tired of the stabbing Y/n stood up from the dead body picking up the man and dragging him back inside the long dark hallway. Y/n lays him down on the bed with the other dead bodies around it.

More and more alive agents on the ground screaming and crying in fear looking at Y/n.

"Why are you guys screaming and crying huh!?! I'm the one who had to kill the son of the bitch! He was the bad guy not me!" Y/n screamed at the people at the floor as he waved the knife around.

"I'm the hero of the story! I was the one who outsmarted him okay!" Y/n shouts as he points his knife at them.

"Do you wanna be next! Huh? That's what I thought so shut up!" Y/n shouts one last time before limping away. After Y/n leaves the dark hallway he slams the door shutting it leaving it unlocked for those who want to leave.

Finally feeling satisfied Y/n leaves the house bloody and all.

As Y/n walks through the neibhbord he watches cop cars pull up with their sirens blazing stepping out their cars barging inside the house.

THE END

[chuuyasheaven]

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐒*𝐱𝐦𝐚𝐬 , 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 ! -

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭; Look, ik it's not christmas yet, but pls; i got inspired ! Also i recently try to get into the vocaloid stuff and saw the song “Merry S*xmas!” by Len (pls ilysm Len) and yeah. Thats it. So enough abt me and into the fic!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; a drabble or imagine abt Chuuya, overall; bad written, rushed, bad english and horny.

(Reader is fem btw.)

“𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭..”

you thought to yourself. He was always working. And since it was Christmas soon , you prayed for him to be home. So that's why you were up waiting for him to come home !

*click*

There he was. He came your way, kissed your forhead and walked to the kitchen to get some wine. Returning back to you, he sat down on the couch and patted next to him wanting you to sit down. You did as he pleased.

Taking a sip, he sighed. You leaned into his arm and enjoyed the moment of silence. After some minutes, he spoke;

“So how was your day?” “It was okay, how was yours?” you responded. He took another to answer;

“It was also okay. If the paperwork wouldn't be there.”

Finally you asked.

“Uhm, do you have to work tomorrow? Because, you know, its Christmas?” he sighed again.

“ Well, sadly I do. But only 'til evening. Then I'll be all yours, darlinʼ.” he drank another sip of wine.

Well better than nothing.

After letting out a sigh of sadness, he spoke again;

“ But I'll bring you a present of course. So don't worry about it, ok?” he chuckled a little seeing your little relief smile.

you didn't have to worry spending Christmas alone.

But..what was his present?

-- next day ~ evening ~ --

It's already evening. Where was he? Did he lie? You stared at the meal you cooked hours before, suddenly - ;

*click*

The door opened. There he was.

“ Sorry for being so late, darling. I just bought another wine. ” he apologized.

While eating you just were excited for your gift. What did he buy? What is the present that kept you up all time? Was is worth being excited for this long? But it seemed like Chuuya was thinking about too. He kept on smiling and smirking to himself.

Later on he told you that the present was in the bedroom. As you arrived there, you saw;

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Looking around disappointed for any presents.

Just as Chuuya arrived, he smirked.

“ Where is the gift? I thought you said it was here? ” you asked, pouting a bit.

“ It's standing right in front of you darling.~ ”

You didn't get it at first, but the realization hit you. You started blushing like crazy. While he just laughed. Then he came towards you and spoke once again;

“ Look, I know that we barely did anything in the last weeks but I'm gonna make it up to you. I'm gonna make you feel good for all the time we missed together, and anyways we both know that you probably crave for my c0ck. So we could say; Merry s*Xmas! Right, darlinʼ ? ” he admitted shameless.

While you stood there clenching your thighs, shamefully thinking why the thought of that turned you on. As you struggled to speak, Chuuya understood the signal.

“ Clenching your thighs, beautiful? I'll take that as a yes then. So then, lay down, spread your legs and look pretty. Because that's all you have to do, 'Kay? ” he said.

You nodded sitting down. Seeing Chuuya smirk, you knew how much he craved this. So just listen, lay down, spread your legs and look pretty!

“ Good girl. ~ ” he whispered while moving towards you.

Jesus. Anyways; maybe I'll do a part two kinda?

Anyways bye y'all! 💋

[dark-twist-fairytales]

Mm... Mm. How about some fresh uh.. *skims notes* who has been the least traumatized by me so far? Kai's off the list.. Cole's a close second. Zane? Nah, won't work- Jay angst! You guys ready?!

Warning: Bullying (technically). Destruction (minor)

~~~

"Birds of a feather-!"

"-Always stick together!"

Giggling left the children as they fist bumped together, making fake explosions from their mouths as they pulled their hands apart and spread their fingers. "So, I wanna have the party at my house, but I want to make sure you'll be there. Only you, though."

Jay tilted his head at that, the curly-haired boy looking over to his friend. "Why only me? I thought you invited Cindy and Brent and-"

"No, I mean like.." The boy dropped his voice to a whisper as he leaned close to Jay's ear. "My parents font trust your parents because you live in a junk yard." He pulled away, with Jay frowning visibly with a small 'oh'. "But, it's okay! You can still come!"

"I-I don't know.. I kinda.. I mean.." Jay's stammering stopped as his name was called for the car line. "I'll ask my parents, okay?"

"Okay! Bye Jay-Jay!" Jay then rushed quickly to the iconic decrepit car him and his parents lovingly called the 'Jalopy'. Without opening the door, he jumped as high as he could into the back seat, landing face first into the cushioning as he just barely made it over, hitting his shins on the top of it and toppling in. Everyday. Never got old, despite the bruising on his shins. He stumbled his way to sit up, buckling up after he was safely up and secured, before Ed began driving away.

"So, how was school today, hon?" Edna asked, a smile on her face as she glanced in the rear view mirror to see Jay. "It was okay. I got invited to a birthday party!"

"Oh, you did? Let me see the invite." Edna said, looking at the invite once it was in her hands. "This is wonderful, a sleep over too. Do you want to go?"

"Uh-huh! But, uhm.. Chris said that you and dad weren't allowed for the birthday part.." Jay spoke, looking down at the large bench he sat out and messing with the small strings that came out of the fabric. "It's okay, dear. We have to be near town that day anyways. We can stay around until dawn in case you need us. How does that sound?"

That got the spark back in Jay, as he rapidly nodded in excitement. Swiftly rambling on about the current project he was working on.

~~~

Three days later, it was Saturday, time for the party. Jay had a nicely wrapped box in his lap, thanks to his mom, along with a duffle bag of overnight clothes. Once again, Jay was anxiously messing with the fabric of the seat again, this time out of nervousness for the gift and party. Despite how many times he got assured, his head was still swimming with worries.

The drive was only an hour, before they pulled up. Jay looked around briefly, before standing up and shifting over to the end of the car with his duffle on his back and present in hand. Edna got out of the passenger side, lifting Jay from the back seat and settling the boy on the ground.

Even if the attire he wore was his best, he still had stains on his jeans, hair nice yet still a bit frazzled and static-y, and his long sleeve had a good amount of stains on the sleeves. It was his favorite, blue jacket, which wasn't surprising.

Walking up to the door with Edna, the mother gave a knock to the door, offering a smile down to the nervous Jay before the door opened up, her head turning back when it did. Her smile didn't fade in the slightest. "Oh, hello there! I came to drop off little Jay for Chris' birthday party?"

"Yes, this si the right place. Don't worry, he'll be in safe hands." Chris' mom said, as she motioned Jay inside. "I'll call you if anything happens, okay?"

"Thank you so much, dear. Have fun, Jay." Edna spoke, crouching down as Jay set down his bags for a hug. "I love you."

"I love you too, mom!" They pulled away, Jay excitedly waving to his dad in the Jalopy, before he grabbed his bag and present again and moved inside, the door closing as he saw his parents off.

"Alright, is that present for Chris?" Chris' mom spoke, with the small Jay excitedly nodding and handing it over. "Perfect- Chris! Jay's here!"

~~~

Hours passed, and Jay was having a blast! Of course, minor teasing from Brent, but that wasn't an issue. He was having fun! He was surrounded by friends! And Chris was wanting to open his presents. He saved Jay's specifically for last, the boy practically bouncing in his seat as Chris opened the card up. Just a small 'you're my best friend and you're amazing' card, but Jay's smile feel anxious as Chris tore open the wrapping paper and stared at the object in confusion.

"It's.. It's a flying drone..! I built it up from something my dad made!" Jay explained, but seeing Brent's face out if the corner of his eye made him even more confusion.

"A drone..? What's a drone?"

"Whatever it is, it's stupid." Brent said, earning a soft scoff of his name by his own mother, which he ignored. "I mean, seriously! We waited alllll that time for that?? A clump of metal?"

"It's not a clump of metal- It's a flying drone!" Jay argued, Brent standing up and promptly grabbing the drone from Chris' still confused hands.

"It's useless!" Brent then threw it onto the ground, causing Jay's entire body to pause, a gasp leaving him. "You can buy something and it'll be waaay cooler than that!" The boy continued, but Jay's blue eyes had already begun filling with tears as he stared down to the broken drone he lovingly created.

Now broken.

Sobs left the smaller as Brent got escorted from the room to get an earful from his mom. He climbed off of his chair and collected the pieces through teary eyes, getting help from Chris and Cindy and placing the pieces back in the box.

Jay then sat on the floor, wiping his eyes with his sleeve and desperately craving the softness of his stuffed animal Mr. Cuddlywomp. Distantly, he heard the mention of his name and 'Mr. Walker', silently hoping that his dad would come pick him up. He didn't want to stay here anymore, he wanted to go home. He wanted to.. Tears feel more and harder as he wiped them away as quickly as he could.

No use.

About ten minutes later, of just sitting there over the remains of the broken toys, he heard the familiar clunk of boots. The hand on his shoulder cause Jay to turn around quickly, clinging onto his father as he sobbed about the drone he had created, wordlessly obviously. Still, the rumble of Ed's voice was assuring to Jay, causing the younger to simply rest in Ed's arms while quiet sniffles left him.

A conversation that Jay didn't recall or remember happened, Jay being carried out to the car with the gift and his duffle bag. Once settled in the backseat, Ed in the drivers seat and both the present and duffle in the truck, Ed gave over Mr. Cuddlywomp for the smaller boy to nuzzle in and calm down with.

Some memories were bettert and others. This was the last time Jay went to a public school in the sea of sand.

[cherryc1nnam0n]

Thank you for calling...

Chapter 3: "It's him again"

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Chapter summary: In a boring day Eddie calls, but he doesn't sound okay...

Another day at work, the email you received alerted you Code Green, that meant that you could go up to 10 minutes without a call, making you all bored and left to talk with your workmates

"So... How's life?" You asked Amy who rubbed her face and sighed tiredly

"It's alright, just tired, I wanna go home"

"It's not even 8 am..."

"Damn it..."

You slouched back on your spinny chair, watching the TV that played with no sound, a shitty Adam Sandler movie playing, one of him being a demon? That's weird stuff

"I don't understand that movie and they already played it yesterday" you said to yourself

Amy looked at you tiredly and then hid in her blanket, since the AC is so cold you are allowed to have those in there, since it's not actually a bank but a call center, you spun on the chair a few times and then put on your headphones again

"I feel like I might die here" you said over exaggerating

"You won't die" Luke said "You're just too bored so you feel like you want to die"

"Oh wow that is so smart Luke, how did I not think that?"

He winked playfully at you and you groaned

"I wanna throw myself off a bridg-Good morning and thank you for calling National Bank, my name is Y/n, who do I have the pleasure of assisting?"

"I wanna know my balance"

"More than happy to tell you that, may I please know your name?"

"Albert Hudson"

"Thank you Mr. Hudson, your balance is 12,345.19"

"Alright thanks"

"Anything else I could-nope I'll just go fuck myself then" you said when the man hung up

Cx hung up while offering further assistance, rude

You slouched again, back to waiting 15 minutes more

Now you were on the bottom of the que, had to wait until everyone else had a call and then it was your turn, until some person called and needed something or just wanted to yell at you

Soon your workmates had calls and you were still waiting until

Customer: Edward Munson SNN: xxxxxxxxx HIGH RISK AUTHENTICATED

It's him again!

"Good morning and thank you for calling National Bank, my name is Y/n, who I have the pleasure of assisting today?"

"Hi sweetheart, it's me Eddie Munson again, remember me?"

"Of course I do Eddie, how are you?" You asked politely

"I'm doing great, so I was uhm, charged 15 dollars due to being overdrawn, is there anyway you could help me out? I really needed to pay for food"

You heard the struggle in his voice, so you checked for notes that said if he had gotten any fees lately

03/19/2023 Customer fee reversal up to $70 per year

No one has given him any fees, so I can do it

"Oh I'm so sorry to hear that, but of course I can help you!"

"Thanks sweetheart"

"While I'm doing this, is there anything else I could help you with?"

"Uhm yeah I don't want statements mailed to me, can we please change that? I heard they also have fees"

Yeah this fucking bank charges even for breathing

"Yeah it's just politics"

"Shitty politics"

You're right

"So I just reversed you the $15, and I'm going to change the option into paperless okay?"

"Sounds good"

"Great, anything else I could do for you?"

"I believe that's all sweetheart, thank you so much"

"You're welcome, and just before you leave I wanted to tell you that you could receive an email with a survey and I would appreciate any feedback, you know my name and thank you for being a valuable customer for National Bank, have a nice day"

"You too honey, bye bye"

"Bye"

Damn, no flirting, no comments, is he okay?

You were left worried all day for the poor Munson boy...

~•~

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[ryartchus]

omg dude i just gotta let you know i love your art sooo much like sooooooo much. sorry for like going through your entire account to like stuff its just banger after banger after banger. uhm and i love when like i have apparently seen and loved a bunch of someone's art only to later find its all by the same person. its funny to me im scrolling through your account and im like oh i remember that one its so good. anyway i hope you don't mind me saying all this okay bye have a nice day

AHHH THANK YOU SM 🥺🥺🥺 yeah a lot of my art gets reposted to pinterest so it circulates around without people knowing its me HAHA

[mbti-enemies]

Hello, favourite duo on Tumblr

ENTJ-T 3w2 here ✋🏻

It's gonna be a rant.

I'm having a crush. Big one. I think. Bad emotional mechanism, here. Anyway, I've tried to communicate with him. And it's starting to work.

I think.

Lots of thinking, if you haven't noticed.

He's smart, dresses exceptionally, most likely an IxxP from what I gathered so far. An Aquarius too. Taller than me (I'm 176 cm, so it's a plus) He rarely comes to classes which drives me mad because I want to be in one room with him and watch him, you know just... Watch, observe, besides talking.

Problem is, I malfunction whenever he comes close to me. My tongue gets tied up, I make stupid mistakes, say stupid things.

No, seriously like, how do I manage to keep my cool, be aware of his and everyone's presence and still make stupid mistakes when he's around me. It's like he comes, I get brain error 404 but still manage to somehow evade complete embarrassment, he leaves, and I become completely unusable for approximately 3 to 4 minutes. Then it's all good cause, heh *smooths hair* we can't let it faze me too much, right?

RiGhT???

Any advice? or idk just plain reassurement will be fine

Example of my idiocy:

He *asks me what I'm doing*

Me *obviously making a maquette of wooden chair* Uhm- *tries not to be sarcastic because it's too early for that sassy energy* You see- *malfunction because GOD DAMMIT WHY DO HE LOOKS SO GOOD WITH THAT WHITE HOODIE* This- You know, just working on a chair, making calculations and stuff, I'll be going to the machine soon. (to cut the pieces from the wooden stick)

He: I meant the design, actually.

Me: Oh, *OF COURSE HE DID, he knows it's a chair, HE HAS THE SAME ASSIGNMENT* yeah, well yeah... *malfunctions* It has hand rests!!!

(same energy as "LOOK, IT HAS POCKETS!")

He: *probably noticed I'm being an idiot and decided to give me space* Aha, cool. *turns to look at the teacher cause she called him*

Me: *continues to work, contemplating suicide*

After an hour I had to go and instead of "Chao" which is how you say bye in my native language (Bulgarian) I end up meeting his eyes while saying it to everyone and said "Chal, got go." it's a rough translation, but you get me, I guess.

HOW DOES IT STOP????

Duuuuude this is so cute entj glitch 1.2 ahaha you’re such a mess (affectionate)

anyways, the advice imma give you is pretty obvious but, here it is:

A) Dude it’s gonna be okay also like I’m sure he doesn’t think you’re that weird yk like people can lose their words sometimes like no hope has been lost through your funny little interactions

One day he’ll know how super smooth because

B) you can to r e l a x like he’s just a human being and like you KNOW you need to relax around the guy. if you know you’re gonna be seeing him, something that helps me is like visualising this person beforehand and visualising feeling comfortable around them, visualise having a nice long and good chat where everything flows super well and you feel happy. I think it helps because it basically gives you practice right, like once you’ve created it in ur mind you’re more likely to be able to create it in ur mind again when the situation is irl

C) ask him out. dude. you may as well. just ask if he wants to go out!! “heLLo, do you want to go to ____ with me?”. The thing is, you’re not that close friends with him, so you don’t have the “it could ruin our friendship excuse”. And, it probably won’t make things that awkward, even if he says no, as long as you okay but casual afterwards because you didn’t confess massive massive feelings or anything yk? You have absolutely nothing to lose and everything to gain so do it do it do ittttt

[sm-baby]

Truancy

CHILE ANYWAY,

the thing the fic is based on: (x)

word count: 3,520 words 18,776 characters

bestie I worked on this for like a day, and I'm tired. I really just looked at this, decided "good enough" and thought to post it. due to that, the pacing is bound to be shit so expect not good pacing and be short UwU

bye bye I'm gone now wooo~!!

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It was later in the afternoon, big dark clouds started forming in the sky, and rain threatened to pour. It was gray that day, and lightning started to approach. It was a windy afternoon. Not that the Waters noticed, as they stayed couped up in one of the small yet fancy houses the school provided them for free. 

Believe it or not, it was considered a "poor" living space even when the building itself was white and polished. It was ridiculous. This would cost a fortune in their home country.

The house atmosphere itself was silent. Usually, it would be filled with the audible stimming from the little Marcus, Television, or music they'd decided they wanted to play.

But not that day. That day the Waters house was silent and almost lonely. The two members of the family barely had it in themselves to interact. Marcus hadn't left his room, and Angus waited in the living room. 

Ring! Ring!

And there goes the sound of the telephone, which, Angus, The patriarch of the house, picked up expectedly. 

     He greeted. " Hello! Waters residence!" 

     " Hello, Darling. Uhm… Marcus hasn't been in class today, and I'm calling in to ask how he is." 

He froze at the sound of the familiar voice of a woman the man didn't expect to hear. 

" I usually leave this to the teachers, but.. this time it's… personal. He hasn't greeted me at the gates for the first time in months." She said. 

The man bit his lip. 

"Is he okay? "

Cast covering his wrist and a bandage on his shoulder, Angus couldn't get himself to say anything to the woman on the phone. 

He had anticipated someone from the school to call, and he was fully prepared to take any call from the telephone so his nephew didn't have to hear anything from it. But perhaps he wasn't as ready as he thought he was. 

Ms. Elaine, the principal of his nephew's school, called in personally in worry about her beloved student. And it made his heart sink. 

Answering her questions wasn't just him making excuses for his nephew. It was also him admitting to himself that he wasn't good enough. He drove his nephew into so much distress that he missed class for it. He hasn't even left his bed unless it was to come help treat his uncle.

The incident last night…  this was not what he wanted for him. He wanted to avoid situations like these at all costs but he failed him. 

He just… hasn't fully processed it until he heard the concern in her voice. Only then did he fully feel the weight of the guilt. What his nephew must be going through. Angus was fully content to deal with these situations alone, why did he have to bring him into it?

     " Uh… " he stammered.

The woman on the other side fidgeted with the telephone wire, nervously curling it around her finger waiting for his reply. 

     " Marcus is … not well today. He got sick last night and is currently bedridden."

     The woman's eyes widened, and the conversation went on. She asked questions in great worry, and the man reassured her that he was okay. 

Marcus Waters, The adopted nephew of Angus Waters, could only be found sitting at his desk, burying his head in his books. The pages had drops of water bleeding into it. 

He figured that since he is absent from school that day he might as well be of use and do something. He already felt his potential slip away just by being absent today. And what's worse is that he didn't think he could go tomorrow either.

Cheek on his palm, flipping through the pages, he couldn't focus. All that repeated in his head was the sounds of his uncle in pain yesterday night. 

The anguish, the way he collapsed, not being able to do anything about it… the absolutely life-threatening situation the entire thing was, yet he stood unscathed while his uncle was practically bleeding out in front of him… 

That wasn't fair. Why did he come out so lucky? He didn't deserve to be. Marcus wished he could have taken more of the blow so his uncle wasn't in such distress. The least he could do was pay his uncle back, lifting him of any financial burden or care. 

But staying in his room, not showing his face, making his uncle worry, he felt like he was already failing at that. 

He felt so-- disgusted with himself! He was a fraud! He didn't deserve to be adopted by such a loving man, someone who's willing to take a stab for him! He didn't deserve to be taken in by a good home!

God damn it, Marcus what are you saying!? Focus on the damn book! If uncle saw your grades drop he would be so disappointed, he'd regret ever taking you in! Just prove to him that you were worth all that trouble, you made him sacrifice so much just by existing. The least you could do is have him sacrifice less and less! 

Knock knock knock!

     " Marcus, could you put down the book for a few seconds? You haven't eaten." Angus said with a fake calm tone to his voice. Not that he wasn't calm earlier, rather, he definitely would not have been able to hold a smile as he was now. 

     This took Marcus' attention. His head was still down in his books, almost like he was taking cover. Unable to put his head up, his hands made their way to his temples. " No, I'm fine! I don't want to eat! "

     " Would you like us to order pizza or sushi for lunch? "

     … 

     " Pizza!"

Angus smiled. The illusion of choice, classic gentle parenting technique.

The adopted uncle made his way to the telephone again to make the order. Things like pizza weren't the most nutritious or healthy and he knew it. But it was better than not eating at all. He knew what his nephew liked. It was a food item that Marcus would absolutely stuff himself with until he was full. 

Come two days later, Marcus was already back in school. He came in later than he usually would, and he was greeted by the tall giant at the front. 

Ms. Elaine, the accepted maternal figure of the boy, sat at a chair with her feet fidgeting. She looked forward to seeing him after his guardian told her he was able to make it that day. As soon as he walked in, she was already crouching down to hold his face and whisper to him how much she worried and missed him. This was the distress of a mother not hearing from her child in oh so long… 

Marcus couldn't reply much, but for the first time in a while, a smile appeared on his face. He couldn't help but hug his maternal figure back. She always made him feel so cared for.

     " Marcus, are you okay?" Asked the voice of a boy sitting with him at lunch. 

Big, tall, and red, Leonardo Birch turned to him in worry at his drastic change of attitude. 

It was noticeable how absent Marcus was for two days, it was even more noticeable how quiet he was when he came back. The more-- class clown attitude the boy had was now replaced with him being quiet and keeping to himself. 

    " You're not even looking up at me, buddy. I'm worried..." The older boy said. 

Who was he kidding though? This was Leonardo Birch, his second favorite in this goddamn school. He can't stay upset with him around. The senior allowed him to talk about his interests, he made him feel heard with the littlest thing. 

Marcus looked up at him and sighed. He leaned his head on his shoulder not long after, to which Leonardo replied by pulling him close and rubbing circles on his back. 

Someone listened to what he had to say that day… and Leonardo still remained a good friend to him.

Marcus came home with a better attitude than when he left. It didn't take him long to act like his old self, but it took a while to fully recover from what happened. Angus made sure to spend time with him during that time, Leonardo invited him to lunch to talk to him, and Ms. Elaine, the principal, made sure to excuse him from certain misbehaviour. Be it missed assignments or being late. 

They were too good to him. He wished he could let them know how much he appreciated their help.

Come a month or two later, a short while after his uncle's wounds have fully healed, by the time Marcus comes home, Angus isn't there to greet him like he used to. Rather, it would be late in the day until he's back to make dinner. 

The first few times Angus came home late, he would wake up the next day with bad body cramps. But since then, Marcus noticed that his mood has been lifted. 

He cleaned his room much more frequently and he woke up at earlier hours. He also took showers almost every day! What's this?? Marcus isn't used to a non-greasy uncle! 

When Marcus would ask about it, Angus replied vaguely. The boy would laugh it off, as the man seemed happy, and he dared not pry. 

    " Guard up, chin down. Hands in front… " Angus whispered to himself. his legs were taking a wide stance, as he walked around, forwards, and back the punching bag. 

He was at a gym that afternoon, farther into the city. Other visitors were there as well though he didn't make much effort to socialize. Some were friendly to him as he was a newcomer and spoke to him with solidarity. Some made him want to leave all together. 

White ribbons managed the building, and he still wasn't used to how fancy everything was. Although the coven was filled with their servants, he didn't go out enough to fully take in what it was like.

He was already quite sweaty after exercise earlier that day, his hair stuck to his skin before he tied it up. His shirt was wet, sweat dried off from him taking a break between sessions. 

He threw punches at the bag before returning his fist to cover his face. He moved around it as his punches had it swing back at him, taking the opportunity to hit multiple points of the bag. He was light on his feet, and he took small victories the more the bag was worn out. 

He was slightly irresponsible with how he practiced. He clenched his fist a little too tight to the point of cramp. He hadn't noticed it at first, as his imagination took hold of him while he did his work.

The incident. That night where he was stabbed and injured. Now he likes to imagine it going a completely different way. 

He was impulsive that night. Now that he had been learning more about self-defense, he could remember all the things he did wrong. It was a miracle he made it out with just his adrenaline.

Bam, Bam!

He wished he could turn back time and change the outcome of that night. How he'd beat the ever fucking hell of that pretentious man.

Bam bam! 

And although he didn't know how, perhaps get that knife from him and stab him dead. 

Boom! 

Leave with his nephew and have him bleed to death. 

Pow! Bam! bam! 

Angus would usually watch himself for having these sorts of violent thoughts, 

Pom! Boom, pow! 

but his anger fueled his adrenaline at that moment, and so he decided to indulge. 

Bam! 

A punch to the gut.

Bam bam! 

So hard that insides spill out.

Bam! 

Who cares how much blood gets on your clothes? 

Bam bam! 

This isn't the first time you had to clean it off. 

Bam! Bam! Bam! 

You leave. 

My Nephew. 

Out. 

Of. 

Your. 

Shit. 

Angus' body grew warmer and warmer. Anger filled his throat and his eyes did not do his thoughts justice. 

He would do anything to insure that Marcus felt safe again. He would do anything to not see him cry again. 

He will defend himself. And he will prove himself worthy to be scared of. 

The first thing he heard when he came back to reality was his panting. The sweat from his arms and hair rolled off his face and body. 

Seeing the punching bag worn out in front of him made him a little proud of himself. He gave it a little pat, and it bounced back at his face. Owie.

He should keep those thoughts in check though… he doesn't think Marcus could ever feel safe if he stabbed someone to death. That would just make him scared of him. 

     "Wooh! Good job, big man!" A friendly voice from the gym cheered for him. 

     " Ah! Th- thank you, mate!" He waved before going about his business. These people were much more-- welcoming than he thought they were gonna be. Ofcourse, he faced his fatphobia, but when there are good ones, there are good ones. The shaming for his body type was one of the many things that kept him from working out, but there were surprisingly welcoming members there.

He huffed. Oh, his water tumbler and towel were nowhere near him…  did he put them somewhere and forgot? 

He searched his surroundings and wiped the sweat off his arms. Oh boy, even his hands felt dirty. He needs to use the showers. 

     " Hello, "big man"!" hummed a voice behind him. " I believe this belongs to you?" A gloved hand reached out with his two missing belongings. Particularly a hand from high up, with sleeves covered in white. 

     " Oh thank yoo-ooOUUU OH MYYYYYY GOD-" he flinched and felt himself jump back at the tall figure in front of him! 

Ms. Elaine, the owner of his nephew's ridiculously expensive school! He met her. Out of the building. This is we i rd. This feels similar to when he saw his teachers out of campus as a youngin, it's barely any different as an adult! You know-- apart from the fact that… said people are his equals now…

He nervously laughed as he took his items from her. 

     She only giggled and gave him her usual amused smile. 

God, he felt like a puppy compared to her…Not just by height but also by status and --the way he spoke to her In a way? Not that he minded. She still sounded very kind. 

     " Oh funny as always, Mr. Waters!" 

Aand the body weight insecurities came back! Yup! his face was covered by his arms out of complete and utter embarrassment. Oh god, he looked a mess and he reeked more than usual. He didn't expect to see Ms. Elaine that day! 

She had her hands on her back, and had on a beautiful white dress fitting for outing occasions! Is she here to work out?? Oh of course she looks beautiful even when she's exercising! What a fool you are not to think that, Angus Waters!! He was so gross compared to her it was ridiculous!

     " …Hi!"

     " Hello~!"

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP " W-what brings you here?" He facepalmed. " Oh my g-god, you're here to exercise! Of course, you're here to exercise! I'm sorry, I swear I'm usually not this stupid. "

She clicked her teeth and shook her head as if telling him that he was wrong. " No, I just saw a strong little man from the window and wanted to see him. "

     " Oh, where is he? " Angus said, practically wiping his entire face with the towel.

     The madame let out an amused exhale as a confused look took her face. Oh my goodness, how could someone be this dense? " Uh-" she sighed laughing, " Mr. Waters… "

The two carried on with the conversation, the madame walking with him to the chairs on the side of the gym. Ofcourse, as always, she walked gracefully while he was practically a wreck. 

Oh to be seen with such a beautiful elegant woman. He could feel some visitors stare timidly at her while the servants barely batted an eye. Rather, they treated her formally and neatly. It is quite strange, he's met multiple other nobles here before and the servants treated them like any other guest. How was Ms. Elaine any different? Was the school that popular?

     " I didn't know you were spending your time "hitting the gyms" And "Working your guns"  as you fellas say! "

     " Um… no. I just started…" He'll admit that that was a strange way to say someone works out. The woman seemed out of touch with slang. Still, he laughed it off. "I just wanted to learn more about self-defense-- I figured I can take proper classes on it once I'm a little more flexible.. "

     " Self-defense?" The woman frowned and crossed her arms at him. " Tell me, Is it because of the incident a few months ago? "

     Angus paused, and slowly looked up at her. That isn't what he told her what happened " … How did you… did Marcus tell you? "

     " He did. I don't appreciate you lying to me, Mr. Waters. "

     " I'm sorry, it was just a touchy subject. " He frowned and looked away. He felt his heart sink at that. The last thing he wanted was for someone else to be disappointed in him. 

     She sighed and corrected herself. " No, it's alright. '' the tall woman leaned down  and caressed the tip of her fingers on the man's cheek.

She later brushed the end of her pointer finger under his chin and gently guided it to have him look up at her. " You risked your life for my Marcus. And I cannot thank you enough." 

Angus froze, visibly flustered at her little touch.

     " That was the bravest thing I've heard someone do in a very long time. " She continued as if she was hushing a small creature. In the most reassuring and comforting voice. " You're a good man, Mr. Waters." She smiled and took her hand back. She looked as if she was talking to another one of her students who earned a gold star. Oh, how proud she looked. 

Although he was completely eating up and adored her reassurance and compliments, he can't help but feel like there was something off with it. There was a part of him that felt like he was sort of talked down to, but-- no matter. He swooned over her words like how any other person would in her presence. Her tone was so kind and gentle, he didn't know where that doubt came from. The blush on his cheeks was pink and shy. 

Ahhh, crikey… female validation… 

     " Say, how did you get in here? Do you have a membership?"

     " Who do you think owns this place?" The woman shrugged and leaned back in her seat, putting one leg over the other. Her eyes looked confident, turning to him as if he should already know the answer. 

     "... You??" He stammered. " I'm sorry, I didn't know! "

     The madame laughed, " I think you'll find that I own more than you think I do, Mr. Waters. " 

and in a deeper voice, she leaned in to whisper to him. " And The man from that night?"

Her smile dropped.  " He will not be bothering you again. " 

     " That one." Said Marcus, pointing at a picture of a white covened citizen " He stabbed my uncle." 

The principal's office was filled with legal documents matching Marcus' description of who assaulted them that night.

His friend Leonardo sat beside him in a chair for moral support. He has spent a few days trying to help him report the person who wronged him. 

Ms. Elaine, the rich woman, who could get away with anything, sat at the opposite side of the table. 

     "Is that so, baby?" The principal tilted her head, speaking in a soft voice. 

The boy had never sounded so sure of himself. He looked angry just looking at the profile. Leonardo rubbed his back to comfort him, but the room was already filled with all kinds of emotions. Even Ms. Elaine wasn't smiling anymore. 

     " Thank you for reporting this to me. Please, you two. Go enjoy your lunch."

With kisses on each of their foreheads, the two boys waved their goodbyes and walked out of the air-conditioned office. 

The woman was left to herself, setting aside all the other suspects. She was alone with the man's legal documents, tapping her finger from the rising anger in her system. 

She wished she could rip the pages apart herself, but she needed the right description to make him a target. 

No one hurts her Marcus like that. 

[sharpiepaws]

hi. it's pride month. happy pride month. for pride month i have decided to share sketches that i have been doing for the past, quite a while of the 2 main guys from the gay schizo comic i am writing. i'll share like, one or two things a day until i either a. run out of sketches or b. run out of days. i've got so much of this shit though i think i'll run out of days way sooner.

right. okay. the fruits. this is isak and vincent. isak is the titular schizo, but that happens over the course of a while. anyway, isak has the longer dark hair and vincent has the shorter hair with the streak running through it. he dyed his hair like that to match with his sister (not pictured) his sister wanted them to match she thought it'd be cute (it is). uhmm they're in university and isak is a few years older than him but they're in the same graduating year. vincent's like idk 20 or smthn. they're both in their early 20s. isak is studying to become a botanist and vincent is studying to go into film. isak fucking LOVES plants it's his thang. his primary interest is plant genetics so he likes to crossbreed plants or graft plants together just for fun. just to see what would happen. the two of them also work on vincent's school movie together. "work on together" might be an overstatment though isak is just the grip he doesn't even take any film classes lol. vincent is the editor and director, basically he does the actual work of making the film Exist. anyway what was i talking about oh right these two uhm they are BRI'ISH isak is english vincent is scottish. isak is also german on his dad's side he can speak it fluently but he was raised in england he's got a nottingham accent he's FUCKING ENGLISH. vincent speaks with a glaswegian accent if you were curious. anyway uhm let's see isak is VERY farsighted he cannot see shit without his glasses unless it's like across the room or smthn he's very much blind. both of them make pictures vincent draws very cartoony sorta comic style isak can draw as well but he's better at painting his stuff looks very delicate and scratchy and it's usually painted/drawn from life. vincent's really into dragons he has a bunch of dragon ocs that he draws. uhm vincent owns a mega drive his favorite games are truxton, arrow flash, and ristar. isak tends to play it more often though his favorite game is mean bean machine he fucking LOVES puyo. isak will ask to come over just to play mean bean machine. vincent's cool with it he just gets editing work done in silence while isak plays on his mega drive parallel play moment. isak knows how to cook and he is quite good at it. domestic god. uhmm what else what else -tapping my head- neither of them really listen to music but if they did vincent would listen to downtempo, idm sort of stuff. if vaporwave existed at the time the story takes place he would have been all over that shit. isak would listen to noise rock. there's a lie in here i'm sorry i lied to you isak did listen to music when he was in highschool he listened to grunge and alt rock. he's probably heard ok computer too. at least once he's listened to it at least once. he thought it was pretty good. uhm isak is a smoker vincent is not he may smoke from time to time but not like isak. not like him. uhm isak has a lab partner in chemistry her name is kimmy (also not pictured) they are best friends <3. that's all the random facts i can think of. they are gay and in love in very normal ways but also in decidedly un-normal ways because i gotta make em weird with each other it's my god given right. you'll see what i mean as the days progress. yea that's it from me right now ask me questions if you want or don't i don't care okay bye see you tomorrow.

[lostnfounder]

[The following is a transcript of an interaction that took place between Lostfield Reporter Ruth Shirbon and Jasper Rush, God of the Dead, Demon King.] 

R: Alright, I think it’s… yeah, it’s recording. Here. You take it. I’m driving. Huh- Oh, bye Chase! Yep. Okay. Ready?

J: I’ve never been in a car before, but sure. If lying down is fine to do in these. 

R: I- I was gonna say you can have shotgu- okay, and you’re crawling into the backseat. Alright. Let’s go.

[For a second any other sound is drowned out by my car starting, but I did catch Jasper startle from the sudden movement, tail hitting the door hard enough to make him wince before he seemed to ignore it or recover quickly from whatever pain might have happened.]

J: You forgot I have the inconvenience of a tail that makes seats my personal enemy. The wings would have potentially made it worse, what are these straps for?

R: Wha- Wait, yeah, the wings aren’t… what happened to the wings? Those are seatbelts, stop pulling them out that far, they’ll break.

J: You have torture straps in cars? Odd. Oh there’s the buckle thing, I see, it’s like a safety of some sort, like a less useful harness. 

R: Yeah. Uh. It’s to make sure you don’t go flying through the windshield if we crash, or something. Anyway, Are you ready? 

J: Yes, I am. And ah, my wings. Well... I suppose you could say that, I came to accept my bird being gone, and my letting go of the spirit as tight as I had been, let the last of it disperse. It... certainly hurt a great deal to do, but the weight is gone. 

R: Oh… That’s. It seems like a bit of a bittersweet thing, but. I’m glad you were able to move on, dude. 

J: Yeah... Maybe I can contact the ghost more reliably now, but I haven't tried yet. Maybe later. 

R: I have an ouija board in my closet somewhere if you need that, though, uh. I imagine demons have more effective methods of contacting the deceased.

J: Demons don’t, I do, it’s only really a power that the god of Death has. Demons would have no need to contact anyone dead. Uh, it’d take a lot more than a little... board thing... to summon a demon. Ghosts of dead people can't leave the afterlife once they’ve entered. I suppose a ghost who got lost and stayed on Earth would be able to, but not well unless it wasn't the first time ever interacting with one. 

[The audio gets a bit funky for a few seconds because he used the recorder to tap his chin as he thought. It was unpleasant to listen to on the play back.]

R: Ah. That… would explain why none of my seances have ever worked. Damn.

J: Sorry to disappoint, I’m sure you had a great deal of curiosity for some ghosts. I noticed when I arrived you seemed... like someone hiding in a blanket for some reason. What prompted such a response?

R: … Ah. Uhm. I just haven’t had a good week. Saw a… Nevermind. What, uh, kind of shops do you think you want to go to? 

J: Just... a store, generally? Food and things, whatever place might have a nice basket thing for food, and something softer then a picnic blanket. I doubt those are comfortable on a hard surface. Are there not stores that have everything?

R: Oh. Yeah. I guess there are. Sorry. I’m… a bit brain fogged.

J: Hmm, did you hear the sirens in the forest a few days before? They were quite loud, I imagine very close they could contribute to such.

[Nonverbal input registered: A quiet scrunching sound, almost like someone is tightening their hands on a steering wheel.] 

R: Yeah. That’s… That’s why. I couldn’t sleep, that night. Because of the sirens and for no other reasons. 

[The silence is replaced with a curious hum I hadn't heard at the time from Jasper]

J: You were in the woods, weren’t you? Were you doing your investigating research thing, and ran something that scared you? Like a bear, or maybe my friend Argus?

R: No, no, it- it wasn’t alive, man, stop asking.

[Silence for a bit, with some grumbling from Jasper, but he doesn't say anything more about it]

R: Uhm. We’re almost there. You wanna go to… Walgreens? They might have picnic baskets.

J: I suppose, I don’t know anywhere that’s better currently. Do you want me to take this in with us when we arrive, or return it to you?

R: To be honest I’m not sure they’ll let me record in there. I, uh. Don’t exactly have the best track record with… the staff here. Uh. Long story short one time I was convinced one of the patrons was actually a vampire. So. They kinda keep more of an eye on me.

[Laughter from Jasper]

J: What caused you to believe so, don’t tell me it was due to something about sunlight, or garlic?

R: I. I don’t know, to be honest. That was back when I was more into vampire conspiracy than demons, so. I guess any remotely alt-dressing person would be on my suspicion list. 

[He looked obviously amused, grinning as he chuckled]

J: Hmm, so I suppose you know what a proper vampire is now then yes? Well, sort of, anyway. I always thought it was funny, the whole stake to the heart thing. That kills anyone, it isn’t special to vampires. Not that it’d kill a vampire, when they are already dead and don't have beating hearts. 

R: Yeah, I always kinda figured that was bullshit. Same with the silver bullet thing… Wait, shit, is the garlic thing true?

J: If the vampire were allergic, perhaps. Or had a silver allergy. 

R: Huh. Maybe they think that because one guy killed a vampire that just happened to have a garlic allergy. … Ah, there’s the Walgreens.

J: Oh good, it does look big, like something that would sell quite a lot of things. How do I turn this thing off?

R: Uh, you should just be able to press the red button in the mid-

[Transcript end.]

{Final notes: Immediately after he pressed it, he commented that usually, for him, a red button would set off explosives, and he was seemingly relieved that I didn't have an active bomb just… on me that was in danger of exploding. Which is… odd. I don’t know who he’d be around that has that much immediate access to dynamite.}

[mikeyelistsukasa]

HELLO

SO

May I request a Hanakou oneshot where Hanako feels insecure about being Kou's boyfriend, thinking he can get something much better so Kou comforts him??

Thank u 🤭

Ah cat ofc

My first hanakou writing (took me while to make that ugly banner)

Daily hanakou🧡❤️

Insecure hanako!

It was a basic day hanako said to himself

Exept he is all alone

In the bathroom

Waiting for the the next day to start so he can see his boyfriend kou again

For some reason this time it felt like a WEEK has passed and not 4hours

So he decided to go take a walk at the garden to clear off his mind

While he was outside he was not able to think straight because all he could think of is kou

He barely started to visit for cleaning duty with yashiro

Because he was too busy hanging with another ghost

Or sometimes he leaves earlier with yashiro to go somewhere fun

He mumbled to himself.

„Ofcourse. Whats so fun in hanging out at school“

Was he not good enough?,was he getting boring? He hopes that this isn’t the case

He wished that he could also go outside with them. To the beach.park.Restaurants.

But he just HAD to be cursed by not being able to leave the school

He didn’t even realize that the sun is starting to rise

He was too deep in his awful thoughts

But after snapping out of it he went back to the school into the girls bathroom

„4 more hours“

It’s Friday so they had a short day today

Just as all the kids started to enter the school he was on his way to greet both of them

He didn’t see yashiro „probably is late“ he thought to himself

But then his eyes landed on kou

He was about to approach him until he saw him

Mitsuba. One of kou‘s friends

Guess he was faster than him..

Not wanting to „disturb“ these two he decided that he should go.

„2 more hours….should i?“

He was unsure if he should go visit kou

He did miss him so he went

„You’ve got to be kidding me“

Why is He there again.

He is so damn CLINGY

He didn’t try to make a move on kou though right?

A small panic ran through his mind

And without thinking straight he just went up to these two

They both look at hanako

„Oh hanako! How are you? Ive missed you!“

Mitsuba just stayed quiet not wanting to say anything to the other ghost

Missed him huh? If he really did then he wouldn’t have avoided him so much

„Uhm yeah hey kou.im ok.ive missed you too„

„Oh by the way is it okay if we won’t do the cleaning duty today? Me and yashiro promised to meet up at her place today“

Again?.

How long will this all keep going?!!?

„Ah well can’t you like dunno skip it on another day? You know its very VEEERRRY lonely being allllll alone here~“

„Oh come on you wont die from boredom. And besides its pretty important to me.“

„Fine fine. I have to talk to you later anyway. So I’ll see you at lunch“

„A-actually i promised to go take pictures with mitsuba at lunchtime“

Hearing that made hanako snap on the inside

He quickly turned around to the pink ghost giving him a death glare

„Is that so?…“

„I-I UHM ACTUALLY HAVE SOME THINGS TO DO dont hurt me SO SORRY KOU WE CANT MEET UP UHM BYE“

This sudden reaction made kou startle a little

„uhm bye? See you.“

„Soooooooo still busy?????“

„Well not anymore hah“

„GREAT“

He hugged kou tightly happy that he can spend time with him

This made kou blush a little by his sudden hug but he still hugged back

„Can you let go? People are starting to look weirdly at me“

„Just five more minutes❤️“

As expected kou went to the bathroom to meet up with hanako

Just as he entered he was already greeted with a kiss on his cheek

„Hahha you should’ve seen your face!“

He was right kou‘s face looked super funny. He was red like a tomato!

„YOU DAMN BASTARDS THATS CHEATING“

„Nope. No it wasn’t ~“

Kou just mumbled some light hearted curse words while hanako was laughing

„ hahahh…ah Ive missed this“

„What do you mean by that?“

Crap

Hanako frowned and took kou‘s hand

„Listen this might sound selfish from me but…“

Kou was feeling intense at this moment

„I’ve been feeling as if im not good enough for you“

Ok help the poor boy he is about to have a Heart attack

„Maybe you should find someone e-„

Kou quickly grabbed hanako‘s other hand

„DONT YOU DARE SAY THAT“

Hanako was taken back by his sudden rising voice

„Hanako.you mean a lot to me.i don’t know what made you feel that you aren’t good enough but i will do my best to make you never EVER feel like that“

These words almost made hanako tear up

„Its just. Why would you be with someone who can’t even leave the school“

Kou just suddenly hugged hanako

„I understand what you mean.mitsuba also told me how much this suck-…no this is isnt about him right now.“

He pushed hanako slightly to look him in the eyes

„always stuck to the school or not.i dont care.ghost or human.i dont care. Ive fallen for your personality.and all the adventures we’ve had“

„I love you and only you hanako“

Hanako was speechless

„He just hugged him back but this time more tightly

„I know idiot.i love you too“

Thank you for your request! Hope i left you satisfied as always! Please visit again <3

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I posted 414 times in 2022

That's 414 more posts than 2021!

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Around You (Part 3)

Pairing: LOONA Chuu ft. Heejin, Hyunjin X Male Reader

Word Count: 6997

A/N 1: Hallo Orenjideul! It has been a a while since I released a fic and here it is! it has been a busy month for me so sorry for the readers who made me wait for this series ._. Anyways, hope you enjoy this third part of my "Around You" mini-series and have a great day ahead Orenjideul! <3

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236 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

#4

Fall Again

Pairing: LOONA Kim Lip X Male Reader

Word Count: 2627

A/N 1: Henno Orenjideul! Days had been really busy so there will be delays on my release so enjoy this fluff piece of Lip in reference with these photos! I did my best so enjoy this and have a great day ahead!

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A stroll down the streets of Seoul has never been the best as the perfect ambiance sets up the best of all your moods: faint car sounds at the distance, cold breeze of the wind, dim lights of the lampposts and the orange hazel of the sunset-filled skies alongside the grayish clouds. It never had felt exceptional, knowing that you’re meeting someone beyond special later and you can’t help but smile thinking all about it. It would be an exciting moment that’s worth cherishing and it will be.

*phone vibrates*

“Oh, Hello Lip!”

“Hey, where are you now?”

“Uhm, I’m here on the street near the place that you’re inviting me to go to. I will be there real quick! I’m on my way, okay? ”

“Okay, I’ll wait here. Bye…”

“Bye Lip..”

You hang up the phone and without wasting any time, you approach the location as quickly as possible as you get nearer and nearer. A minute has passed and only footsteps are now the distance between you and the restaurant as you were greeted by Jungeun who is sitting at the wooden bench.

“Oh, hello Lip…”

“Hi…”

The both of you know how awkward you are towards each other and it’s even worse now, considering how busy both your schedules are to the point that the both of you rely on messaging and calling each other; not meeting or even bonding for even an hour and you hate it. You know how time-consuming it is being an idol of a famous girl group called “Girls of the Month” or mononymously known as “LOONA” as her schedules are far worse than yours—her hectic and confusing plans for the both of you says so for the past couple weeks that hasn’t been done.

She’s mostly known for her chic and fierce stage presence and her cold and tsundere demeanor yet she’s a complete opposite once she sets down the microphones because of her dorky, talkative and shy side. She also shows those traits of hers whenever she’s with you and you loved every second of it. You never thought how clingy she is when all you can see is her being the opposite—her assisting and taking care of her fellow members—yet you won’t complain but rather, it puts a smile on your face on how good of a person Jungeun is. You’re definitely grateful for having a girl like her and you couldn’t ask for more.

“It’s been awhile, eh?”

“Yeah, and I’ve missed you…”

“I missed you too. I’m just suddenly feeling kinda off today but we really need to meet now since tomorrow's gonna be a busy day.”

“What’s going to happen tomorrow?”

A deep sigh escapes Jungeun's lips as concern paints your face, not feeling about the words that she'll say next.

"More practice and it is exhausting, then we'll shoot our comeback stage tomorrow. I just want to restttttt…"

You definitely see how exhausting she can be with all of her hectic schedules as you pat her back, hoping to enlighten the mood and to make her feel better. A faint smile is her response as you invited her to go inside the restaurant before slipping it out of your mind and not to forget why the both of you are here.

“Hey Lip!”

“Yuh, tone your voice down a little, I’m just right here.”

“Oh sorry, don’t you want to go to the rooftop? Y’know, the ambiance looks great there and it always sets the mood.”

Jungeun thinks deeply about your suggestion as you can see her eyes squinting with her arms crossed. You always find it cute whenever she squints and you can’t help but fall into her charms. Even with her cold and tsundere-like demeanor, she’s always on her softer side whenever she’s with you or with her members and it always boosts your day thinking of that.

“You know you’re probably right. We’ll go to the rooftop.”

Greet the staff and the people at the cashier and a waiter helped the both of you from coursing your way to the rooftop of the restaurant. Luckily, there was no one at the rooftop and it’s not even a sweat getting a seat for the both of you as the waiter lends you the menus and a buzzer. 

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246 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

#3

Delight

Pairing: fromis_9 Hayoung x Male Reader

Word Count: 1932

A/N 1: Hello Orenjideul! I'm back with another fluff featuring our birthday girl, Hayoung! I just made this quick and it is unedited, so I hope this turns out well. Stay safe everyone and enjoy this piece! <3

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Series of boisterous chatterings can be heard from their set as the members and the staff celebrated Hayoung’s birthday which Hayoung certainly enjoys. 

Blowing the candle as the members cheer for her, Hayoung never felt delighted in her entire life as a precious smile prints her face, knowing how much they treasure Hayoung’s birthday and that almost made her tear up by just thinking of it.

It was too much for her heart to handle: the balloons, the mini tiara on the top of Hayoung’s head, the cake and the positivity that envelops each person on the set says enough. With that being said, the members then took pictures of Hayoung to gather a memory that she’ll forever cherish.

“Happy birthday Unnie!” A radiating sunshine comes near Hayoung as the rest of the members are preparing to leave the set as the shoot has been over.

“Thank you Jiheon…” Hayoung responded with a deep sigh right after, making Jiheon concerned as her eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh, what’s the matter Unnie? Is there something wrong?”

“Nothing much, Jiheon-ah. It’s just…”

Like the smart and clever girl she is, Jiheon got a grasp on why Hayoung is feeling off suddenly. She then reassures her with some encouraging words as well as a few pats on her back as Hayoung faintly smiles with her actions yet she can’t help but still feel the hint of disgruntled despite the day being complete.

“He’ll come Unnie, you just need to wait…”

“I hope so, Jiheon.”

After a couple of seconds of Hayoung contemplating, Jiheon then invites her to join the group as they’re going to go home to their dorm. Hayoung insists as she wants to be alone but she’s later convinced by Saerom and Seoyeon. 

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“I’ll just go and sleep alright? Good night and also, Happy birthday again Unnie!” Nagyung cheerfully bid ‘goodnights’ to Hayoung and Saerom as the rest of the members are preparing themselves to sleep in their own designated, shared rooms.

It has been another exhilarating day for the group and Hayoung is definitely tired yet her heart still shouts for that one thing that she’s wanting before the day ends is that you, here on her 25th birthday. 

It has been almost 11 pm, just an hour left before the day is over and you never showed up even in a single second. Hayoung is frustrated upon your absence despite all of the memories she made today. 

“Hey Hayoung-ah, I’m sure that he’ll come here… he’s just maybe rushing just to get you as he’s busy. There’s still hope…”

Saerom’s reassuring tone enlightens Hayoung to still fall on the positive side rather than thinking on the opposite. Maybe, in reality, you may not come but there’s still a fire igniting in Hayoung's heart that you’ll celebrate her birthday with open arms.

“He promised to come here… B-But, I’ll still wait…”

Saerom smiles as she’s enlightened about her thinking. After a few more talks with Hayoung, Saerom then gestured to Hayoung that she’ll go to her room to sleep as a nod from Hayoung is the response. As she’s the only one who’s ‘awake’, she then wanders her eyes from the vast night sky, reminiscing the fun moments with you and the other members. She smiles and giggles with those thoughts, knowing how much all of you mean to her yet she can’t escape the fact that you’re still not here, and brings back the frown on her face.

*doorbell rings*

Jisun then hurriedly walks to the stairs as Hayoung stops her, hoping that it’s you as dopamine starts boosting Hayoung, making her squeal in delight.

“I’ll open the door Jisun-ah, maybe it’s him…”

“Okay Unnie, have fun… The both of you! Ehe…”

Within Hayoung’s actions, Jisun went back to her room as Hayoung opened the door—she didn’t even bother peeking as excitement ran down her veins—and to her surprise, an angel appeared as she was stunned, her joy above the limits, higher than the roof. 

“Oppa! I missed yo-ou…” Hayoung hugs you tightly as her head snuggle on your chest, making you hug her in response without even being able to muster a single word.

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247 notes - Posted September 29, 2022

#2

Fading Tulips

Pairing: fromis_9 Hayoung X Male Reader

Word Count: 2333

A/N 1: Henno Orenjideul! This will be my first fromis_9 fluff fic with a lil' bit of angst and hope y'all enjoy this! Have a great day ahead and stay safe! <3

!! Warning !! : Mentions of Alcohol

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Friday nights are your usual serotonin boosts considering that it's going to be another nice weekend full of self-reflection, bonding and entertainment outside your physical endeavors yet it doesn’t feel like that’s the case today. The rain outside sets up the mood for you to be sentimental yet why would you be? It’s not because of another stressful night that just threw gasoline on the flames or another crappy Internet connection that made your test a living hell but rather more than that.

Rubbing your fingers gently to the mouth of the glass, you let out a deep sigh that feels like it reverberated around the room. You took a sip—maybe two—maybe three—as the heat of the drink ignites inside your throat, almost coughing right after on how bittersweet the grapefruit and Soju concoction is. 

“She doesn’t understand things, I hate it…”

Drink again and let the liquid burn in your throat as you pour in more. Not so long after, you grabbed some leftover, recently-heated Korean fried chicken right after your shot as you craved for it, badly. Everything just feels off today as you’re usually that of a nonchalant-acting guy yet here you are, serotonin off the radar as you can’t even enjoy what you’ve been craving for.

After minutes of eating the portions alongside the shots you’ve taken, you burped and started to feel lightheaded as the alcohol is already kicking in. The rain outside rages as it gets stronger as time goes by. You didn’t mind it and started scrolling down the endless feed appearing from the blue light being emitted by your phone. A few laughs and smiles enlightens the mood yet it still can’t slip off your mind—you want to forget it.

A few more shots and you’re feeling worse than before, stopping right after and devouring all of the chicken on the table. Feeling uneasy and vulnerable right now, you want to go and drink some water until a ring on the doorbell stops you from doing so.

“Ugh, who the hell visits my house at this time? Gosh…”

While feeling dizzy and uneasy, you hurriedly hid the alcohol and the shotglass on the refrigerator and walked towards the door right after to reveal who's behind the door only to wish that you shouldn’t have opened it.

“C-Can we talk?”

A black-haired woman in an oversized hoodie baffled you and stunning you at your place. She hands down the umbrella at the rack as you can see her hair messed-up alongside herself being soaked on how intense the rain has been pouring. Time felt slower as several emotions ran down your veins as you can’t think of what you could do at this moment—you just wished that she didn’t appear in front of you.

Fighting your own emotions, you set up a stern face and a cold demeanor as you let her in your house, not wanting to let herself be soaked more by the torrential pour of the rain even though she looks like she’s one. 

“Here, a towel to dry yourself.”

“T-Thanks…”

She gently got the towel from your arms as a cold “Welcome” came out of your mouth. You still can’t help to be soft and thoughtful whenever you’re with her no matter what situation the both of you are in. She knows this and you know it yourself too. Even with the mask you're on, you still can't help to feel concerned yet you fight it with your utmost efforts.

“I said don't go out when the rain is this extreme, right? You may catch a cold and you know that it's not good for you.”

“I k-know but can we just talk?”

Ignore her calls and let the extremity of the rain rattles the roof to outpower her voice yet your ears want to listen to her, decipher every syllable that comes out of her mouth as nature is against your odds—the rain calming down as soon as she speaks.

“Please?”

How can you deny her endearing voice pleading for you? You can't yet you’re still fighting yourself over the temptation of breaking your cold act in front of her. You can see her pout alongside hearing her cute, audible whines that make you hard to fight for falling in. You stayed strong yet your curious mind can’t help to ask her more questions about her plan on coming to your place in an unanticipated time.

“I just want to t-talk about what h-happened a week ago. I’m sorry f-for being so selfish and a lot o-of stuff like that…”

The rain worsens as the rattle’s on the roof is in the same course of noises from outside. It outpowers her voice yet your ears did the best to listen to her—it also can’t be helped as you feel invigorated whenever hearing her saccharine voice. Your face involuntarily forms a frown upon hearing her stutter and how sincere she is about her apologies. As you face her once again, your stern gaze sends shivers down her spine as you sit right beside her, not uttering a single word which earns a confused expression from hers.

“Please… I’m really s-sorry about it. I should have t-talked about you when I h-had the time and I’m t-taking this opportunity today.”

She tucked her arms around herself after as you can see her hare lips shivering on how cold she’s been feeling. You then realize how sincere she is about her apologies and how determined she is on getting to you and that prints a faint smile on your face. She notices it as she can’t help but smile too—knowing how contagious your smiles could be sometimes and she can’t help but smile too. You hurriedly fixed your smile and came back to you cold self as your eyes almost formed a squint, staring right on her brown-colored pupils.

“Glad you knew, Hayoung.”

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248 notes - Posted July 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Better

Pairing: LOONA Chuu X Male Reader

Word Count: 1781

A/N 1: Henlo Orenjideul! Probably you didn't expect me releasing something, didn't ya'? I'm also not expecting Chuu posting so I decided to write another floofy Chuu piece. Also, this is maybe one of my floofiest works! Enjoy this and have a great day ahead Orenjideul!

A/N 2: Also, this is a quick one and unedited!

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The flicker of the lights from a nearby lamppost makes your eyes wander around every detail of the things at your sight. The cold breeze blows as your hair brushes in response to such a cold and awkward night in a coffee shop. Sipping on your frappuccino, your right index finger swiped and scrolled through the blue screen that the smartphone is emitting, gaining laughs and smiles because of various memes appearing in your feed. 

As time goes by, whistles of various tunes escape from your mouth as a vibrant voice refrains you from drinking your frappe, even doing anything, to say the least.

“Hey! Oppa! Annyeong!!”

“Hi Jiwoo-yah… Glad you came…”

“Of course Oppa! All for you!~”

She breaks the silence that emanates around the area of the coffee shop as you feel that the sun shined earlier than what it is supposed to be. She is Kim Jiwoo, the walking serotonin, your most treasured puffball, the love of your life. 

You're always glad that you’ve met her, probably thanking your professor for pairing the both of you in a pre-calculus output that had been a burden if done alone. It always feels surreal and wholesome whenever you’re meeting with Jiwoo, no matter what your mood is or the time you’re meeting her. 

It feels like she has accumulated all the energy in the world as her optimism ranges up to the maximum. She also gets along well with strangers, feeling like they’re close with each other but it’s actually the opposite. It made you jealous sometimes but you got used to it. Now, it doesn’t really bother you the most but rather, her extroverted demeanor made you evolve into a social butterfly. You’d always treasure and cherish every time you’re with her as she’s also thankful that she’s by your side, always.

“Is t-there anything wrong, Oppa?”

“Tch, nothing much, It’s just…”

“It’s just what? Tell me something, Oppa. Share it with me.”

Her pleading puppy eyes tell about the concern that she’s feeling right now as she holds your hand affectionately and pouts, hoping to get a response from you.

“Can I share it later? ‘Cuz like we’re still in public and like~ a~ meh…”

“There’s no one here outside to hear us. I even bet there’s no one that would eavesdrop on us here.”

“B-but, someone may-”

You were paused by a sudden peck at your cheeks that made a lip mark caused by her lipstick. It seems like a blush isn’t evident on your cheeks yet the reddish tint on your ears says so, feeling the temperature rising up after the peck. Gladly, you’re against the light that the bulb is emitting so she can’t see any flustered responses your body has been involuntarily telling you.

“We’ve talked about this Oppa… You don’t need to hide anything from me, so pweeeease?”

“F-fine… Fine! I’m just…”

“Just??”

You then look at her precious diamond eyes as you caressed her cheeks, making her smile sincerely as she made eye contact with you, once again.

“...Grateful for having you Jiwoo. I’m grateful that I met you and I’m always thankful for being by my side on the times I’m down, m-maybe even every time you’re with me! I’m so t-thankful to have you, so soooo thankful…”

An audible gasp came out of her mouth once she heard your sincere words towards her. Schedule conflicts made the both of you struggle to see each other. That's why the both of you always depend on chatting with each other, no matter what time or place you could be. Even though there’s a hindrance in your relationship, it doesn’t stop you from showing your affection to each other yet it feels like you’re lacking in expressing some of it for her. You feel you need to be a better man to Jiwoo and you’ll do it, whatever it takes.

“T-thanks Oppa, b-but why are y-you like this? D-did something happen?”

You just smiled as a chuckle followed. You didn’t answer her question for a while as you took a sip on your half-filled frappuccino as your smile is still evident, making her contagiously smile in response.

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248 notes - Posted May 4, 2022

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Hero

“Hey, I thought you were going to pick me up after work!” Adrian walked into Matt’s kitchen.

Matt, who was sitting at the kitchen table and still in his uniform, looked up. The fact that he was still in his uniform was unusual. He generally took it off as soon as possible because usually it was disgusting. It could have anything on it from blood to urine to serious drug residue on it.

“Hey.”  Matt said, taking a bite of a cereal bar.

“Are you… okay?”

“Sorry. I, uhm, was going to call but I just got home.”

“You were supposed to get off at 4:00. It’s 10:00.” Adrian looked at him, confused.

“I had to stay late.”

“Did someone call in?”

“No. I had to talk to a chaplain.”

“Like… a preacher?”

“I guess but it’s kind of more of a counselor thing for us. He only brings religion into discussion if you bring it up first.” Matt sighed as his personal cell phone started to ring. He held it up to his ear. “I’m fine, Mama. I’ll call you in the morning. I’m going to bed… yeah, I promise… Yes, I’ve eaten.”

Adrian sat at the table next to him, confused. Any other time Matt talked to anyone from his family on the phone, it was usually laughing and joking. Something was definitely going on.

“Yeah, Mama. I know. Yes, I know Logan is down the street. You do know I’m almost 23, right?” Matt gave Adrian an annoyed look. “Good night. I love you too.”

“What happened?”

“I haven’t eaten since this morning and if I don’t eat this before I talk about it, I won’t eat and then I’ll be sick on duty tomorrow. Can you wait?” Matt said.

“Yeah.” Adrian, who had leaned forward, sat up straight against the chair. He moved his foot back and forth anxiously because it was literally taking forever for Matt to finish his Cheerios breakfast bar. Forever. He’d seen Matt down two in the span of three minutes however it seemed to take Matt a whole minute to take one bite and swallow it.

It was just weird.

Matt let out a frustrated sigh when his phone rang, picking it up. “I’m literally going to turn my phone off if you people don’t quit harassing me. I am in bed trying to sleep.”

Adrian gave him a look seeing as he… obviously was not in bed.

“Fine. I am at my table. But I’m also fine and I would like to eat so I could go to bed and be back in hell bright and early in the morning… God, Mark. No, I don’t want a three day weekend… you guys are driving me crazy. I will stop by Mom and Dad’s in the morning and I’ll report to your office like a good boy as soon as I make it in… Sorry, I’m not trying to be a dick… okay, bye.” Matt shut his phone off.

“Matt…” Adrian bit his lip as Matt’s work cell phone started to ring.

“I can’t. I’m done.” Matt stood up, walking out of the room and leaving his cell phone to ring.

Did he ignore his personal cell phone? Only all the time.

The work one? Absolutely not since he was over forty people who often needed approval for stuff or who even knows what they needed.

Adrian followed Matt into the living room and sat next to him.

“Why don’t they just hang up?” Matt groaned.

“Matt…”

Matt glanced at Adrian, his eyes teary.

“What happened today? Why do people keep calling you?”

Matt covered his face when his cell phone started to ring again.

Adrian hopped up and quickly went back into the kitchen. He saw it was Matt’s dad and answered it. “Hey, I think he needs some downtime right now.”

“Can you stay there tonight?” His dad asked urgently.

“Yes.” Adrian’s response was instant—like he would have left Matt like this alone anyway. Because this just wasn’t even his Matt.

“Call me on either phone if you need anything and try to make sure he eats more than just a stupid breakfast bar, okay?”

“I’ll try to get him to.” Adrian said.

“Go ahead and turn his work phone off. Is it okay if I call you if something comes up?” Matt’s dad asked.

“Of course. You can always call me.”

“Thank you.” Matt’s dad sounded relieved. “Let me know if you two need anything, alright? I’ll let everyone in the family know that you’ve got your phone on you but hopefully they’ll leave you alone.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” Adrian glanced at Matt in the other room, who was staring at his shoe and clearly lost in thought.

“Just… Make sure he falls asleep before you do, okay? Otherwise he won’t get any. I’m going to see about getting his shift tomorrow covered.”

“Okay.” Adrian said, eyes still on Matt.

After a few more sentences which were mostly Matt’s dad saying without saying to keep an eye on Matt, they ended the call and Adrian turned Matt’s work cell phone off. He then came back into the room slowly and sat next to Matt on the couch.

Matt leaned against him, slouching down so his head was on Adrian’s shoulder.

“Do you want to talk yet?”

“No.” Matt whispered as Adrian stroked his hair.

“Do you want to watch something?”

“No.”

“Can I do anything?” Adrian pulled back a bit to look at him.

“Just… be here.” Matt let out a shuddery breath.

Adrian continued to run his fingers through Matt’s hair for nearly an hour, his stomach in knots. The only time he’d gone this long without hearing Matt’s voice when they were together was if Matt was asleep.

Finally, Matt pushed himself into a sitting position and he looked at Adrian.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Matt said, his voice sounding more like his own. Not quite there, but… not like it had been an hour prior.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t want you to have to think about it.” Matt frowned.

“I want to know.” Adrian insisted.

“It’s… pretty bad.”

“I know.” Adrian nodded. “But I still want to know. You need to talk about it.”

“I was riding alone today and… uhm… I got a call about an unresponsive kid but nothing other than that.” Matt sniffled a bit. “And I got there and this, uhm… this mom r-ran over her son b-but not all the way so, like this three year old little boy’s face and skull is crushed in and he’s barely breathing and there’s nothing I could do but hold this dying baby as this mom is freaking out and I didn’t know what to do. Like… what? How do you hold this dying baby and just… sit there like a fucking kid because you can’t do anything? And why didn’t the parents hold him? Why? And why did the ambulance take so long? Not that they could do anything either.”

“I don’t know.” Adrian whispered, his heart breaking. Maybe it was horrible but he was still more worried about Matt. He had never seen Matt like this and he didn’t want to ever again. And if Matt’s dad was that worried, how bad had it been for him to stay six hours after his shift ended talking to a chaplain?

“And it’s so messed up. I’m sitting here thinking why didn’t she just finish running him over so this poor kid isn’t in this pain? And why couldn’t I do anything but just sit there? Why couldn’t the EMT’s tell me something to do over the phone? Why didn’t she know where her kid was? I know it’s not her fault but why? Why do all these horrible things just perfectly align and end up in this horrible, horrible thing? I felt so useless. I couldn’t do anything and he was still alive. I’ve never felt so useless in my life. I always make it better but I couldn’t d-do anything. And I just love the kids.” Matt covered his face, beginning to cry loudly.

Not even normal cries. It was louder and much harder than that.

“I can’t… Like, I’ve cut people down from ceiling fans and I’ve seen these mangled bodies and I’ve walked into welfare checks with dead old grandmas and grandpas but nothing hurts like this. And she knew. The dad knew. We all knew this baby boy was going to die. You don’t live without a skull, Adrian. You can’t.” Matt sobbed. “So, what’s the fucking point? God. Why didn’t she just run all the way over his head so he didn’t have to—oh my God.” Matt leaned over, throwing up.

Adrian pulled Matt into his arms when he stopped puking, wrapping his arms around him tightly.

He didn’t even know his heart could feel this broken. The last time he’d seen Matt, earlier that morning, he’d been so excited. They were going to go to a festival in Boston when he got off work at 4:00. Sure, they’d only catch the end but it was something to do. And he’d been so happy and laughing like he always did.

And this was exactly the opposite.

Matt cried harder into Adrian’s chest, hand gripping Adrian’s side—not painfully. Just enough to know Adrian was there.

“Shh.” Adrian rocked him a bit. “Shh, shh, shh. It’s okay.”

“It’s not.” Matt protested, sitting up and looking down at his vomit. “It’s not okay. Nothing is okay, Adrian.”

“It will be.” Adrian touched his wet cheek.

“God. I’ve got to clean that.” Matt moved to stand.

“No. You stay there.” Adrian stood and went into the other room to get some old towels. He could feel Matt’s eyes on him as he cleaned it up. “I’m going to throw these in the washer and I’ll be back, okay?”

“Thank you.” Matt’s voice was soft.

Adrian forced a smile before going into the laundry room. He took a deep breath, pulling dry clothes out of the dryer and putting them in a basket. He then moved the stuff in the washer to the dryer, turned that on, and then started the towels in the washer.

He came back into the living room, placing the clean clothes basket on a chair next to the couch.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Matt said.

“I know.” Adrian sat next to him again. “I love you, Matt.”

“I love you too.” Matt gave a very forced smile.

“You are such a special person to do what you do… and you’re so brave. I know tonight was really hard and I’m so sorry, but you’re my hero… and you are also that boy’s parents hero because you did something they couldn’t and you comforted that boy in his last moments.”

“He wasn’t conscious.” Matt shook his head. “It didn’t even matter. He didn’t know.”

“I don’t care.” Adrian shook his own head.

“It just… hurt more than when it’s adults in speeding accidents… or kids in speeding accidents. Or anything.” Matt sniffled and wiped his eyes. He then whimpered, “I don’t know. Adrian, sometimes I love this job but sometimes I r-really hate it.”

“You can do anything you want to do.” Adrian whispered even though it wasn’t like anyone else could hear.

“No. I’m not smart like you.”  Matt shook his head.

“You want to know a secret?”

Matt gave him a weird look.

“I know you are. I talk to your mom, you know? She told me that you got into NYU, Boston University, Harvard University, and Amherst College. You couldn’t pick one so you decided to take a year off to figure out what you wanted to do, you got an associates in law enforcement, and began police courses the day you turned 19.” Adrian looked him in the eyes. “There’s a reason you’re over people twice your age and that reason isn’t just because of who your dad is. You can do anything you want to do… and for the record if  you do go to school, I will go wherever you go… because I know you can do it and you’ll deserve it a lot more than me.”

“I can’t quit my job… The force has put too much money in me. In three years, I start active SWAT training. They’ve spent thousands sending me to classes on management and training, tactics…”

“And you’ve used it well and you’ve saved hundreds of lives.” Adrian said. “I just hope you know that your happiness comes first. I’m here whether you’re a law enforcement officer or not… and I’d love you even if you worked at Taco Bell… Blaine would really love that because he’s a big Taco Bell fan.”

“I have thought about it.” Matt admitted. He then added, voice softer, “Mama really wants me to go back to school.”

“What do you want?” Adrian asked.

“You. To be with you.”

Adrian smiled and kissed the top of Matt’s head. “Besides me?”

“I don’t know.” Matt bit his lip.

“Well I’m here for you whatever you decide.” Adrian stood. “Come on. Let’s at least try to get some sleep, okay?”

“I have to get up so early.” Matt sighed.

“Your dad texted me. Your shift tomorrow is covered.” Adrian held out a hand to help him up.

A look of relief flooded Matt’s face and Adrian wrapped an arm around him.

“You are my hero. I hope you know I wasn’t just saying that.” Adrian looked at him.

“I better be because I didn’t give you a ticket that day.” Matt attempted to joke.

“Tomorrow will be better.” Adrian promised once they got into Matt’s bedroom. He immediately went to Matt’s dresser and pulled out two pairs of pajamas.

Matt took one pair and pulled them on. “I don’t know why you don’t bring your own. I told you that you could have the two drawers I never use.”

“You know I have to steal everything that you love. Food, blankets, clothes…” Adrian changed into the pair he usually stole—which also happened to be the pair that Matt wore the most.

Matt laid down as he rolled his eyes.

Adrian laid next to him, draping an arm over him and scooting right up to his back.

“Can you wait for me to fall asleep before you do?”  Matt asked, voice soft.

“I already planned to.” Adrian kissed the back of Matt’s shoulder.

“Thanks.” Matt said, relaxing against Adrian. “I love you, Adrian.”

“I love you too, Matt.” 

[spigutti]

Post Tribute Parade Audio Recording

[Start Recording]

"Okay so, the Tribute Parade."

"It went.... alright. Nothing special I don't think."

"We had to dress in like... themed outfits for each district."

"We have a stylist, his name is Jekrin."

"He put us in like, solid black suits with gold accents."

"Gold cufflinks, rings, waistchains.. the suits were pretty dope. Like.... real nice."

[Silence]

"Miss Trinket said we did pretty well. Haymitch..  he didn't really say anything."

"So.... yeah. Not much of note besides the Parade."

"Oh ! Right. We had a.... uhm.. a chariot, for the Parade."

"Ours was neat, I guess. Solid black with gold accents, like our suits."

"It was really cool of Jekrin to put me in a suit, I didn't want to wear a dress."

"All the other girls had dresses, Effie said that we made an impression because both of us had suits."

"She didn't specify whether it was a good or bad impression, though."

"Hmm. I dunno."

"I had another panic attack."

"I don't think Therman noticed."

[Silence]

"Okay, this time I really don't have anything else to add. Signing off for now."

"Wait, wait, no, one more thing. Tomorrow is the first like,  deliberation day, so we get to meet all the other tributes. Not very stoked."

"The deliberation period is three days, so we like.. do whatever with different weapons, and in the end we get scored based on our abilities."

"That's what Haymitch told me anyways."

"Alright, signing out for real this time. Bye."

[End Recording]