#pringles masterpost

[can-of-pringles]

Pringle's Ghost-Verse

This is a general masterlist of my Ghost band headcanons/AU lore, and my writing and art. You can find everything in the tag #pringles ghost verse

Fanfiction

[Silas x Copia]

When I'm Alone With You - Silas x Copia (A03 verison)

Watch the World Go By - Silas x Copia Christmas fic by @/practically-an-x-man (not canon but still a great read!)

Roses and Tulips - Silas x Copia Valentine's Day fic by @/practically-an-x-man (haven't decided if it's canon or not)

[Other]

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General/Headcanons/Lore

[Papa Nihil (and family, etc)]

Betty Emeritus Aesthetic Collage

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[Papa Nihil & Sister Imperator]

My Sister x Nihil Spotify Playlist

How Sister feels about Copia

Explaining the Dance Macabre music video in my lore

Sister Imperator fashion aesthetic image collage

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[Primo (and family, etc))]

Lucy Clarkson Aesthetic Collage

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[Secondo (and family, etc)]

Dafne Santoro Aesthetic Collage

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[Terzo (and family, etc)]

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[Copia (and family, etc)]

Why Copia always wears gloves

Copia having undiagnosed joint issues

Copia's pet rats

Copia's room

How Copia feels about Sister Imperator

How Copia copes with missing his brothers

Kid Copia drinking a juicebox

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[Nameless Ghouls]

My Nameless Ghoul designs

Bonus Nameless Ghoul designs

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[Other]

My headcanon about the white eye

The Papas' favorite flowers

Characters' names and short bios

Character orientation headcanon

My Papas' Heights headcanons

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Silas Petersson

Silas' Spotify Playlist & Songs Silas Would Listen To

Silas' Toyhouse

Silas with skull paint art

Silas sweeping art

Silas' Ministry Welcome packet

What Silas knows and doesn't know about the Ministry thoughts

Silas' southern mannerisms thoughts

A sketch of Silas by @/practically-an-x-man

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Silas x Copia

Silas x Copia Spotify Playlist

First fanart I drew

OTP Questions Ask

Copia helping Silas when he feels homesick thoughts

Copia writing secret songs for Silas thoughts

Copia comforting Silas sketches

If Silas went to the beach house thoughts

Copia and Silas sketch

Silas x Copia moodboard

Silas and Copia greyscale drawing

Silas teaching Copia non Ghost songs on the piano ask

Silas and Copia bringing out the good in each other thoughts

Silas and Copia cuddling because the Ministry can get cold thoughts

Silas and Copia incorrect quote shenanigans

Copia and Silas holiday asks

Copia and Silas concert fluff ask

A list of romantic stuff Copia and Silas do as a couple

Silas, Copia, and the pet rats ask

An ask about Silas and Copia celebrating their anniversary

Silas and Copia art

Cute sketch art of Silas and Copia

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Angst thought of Silas and Copia and marriage

How Silas feels about calling Copia Papa

Pigeon Ghoul

Ref sheet (and Toyhouse)

Low quality Pigeon meme doodles

Why Pigeon wears an old mask

Spinning Pigeon gif (disco version)

Pigeon art

Pigeon ask

How Pigeon got their name

Some Pigeon sketches

If Silas and Pigeon met

A colored sketch of Pigeon for ace week

A sketch of Pigeon with their Omnichord

First attempt of Pigeon cosplay

Angsty Pigeon thoughts of how alone they feel

Traditional Pigeon doodles

Two new Pigeon Artfights

Pigeon doodle ask

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Other Ghost OCs (Hanna and Kersti)

[Hanna Ekström]

Hanna's Toyhouse

Hanna ask

Hanna visiting Silas at the Ministry thoughts

Hanna and Silas ask

Hanna, Kersti, and Pigeon Artfights

Another Hanna Artfight

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[Kersti Beck]

Kersti post and Toyhouse

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[thefreakandthehair]

@eddiemonth prompt, oct 28th:  Ghost Hunting | Seven Devils - Florence and the Machine | Frantic read on ao3 + masterpost | tumblr masterlist

“Wait,” Eddie pauses and whips around, nearly knocking everything off of Steve’s kitchen counter. “You don’t believe in ghosts?”

It just doesn’t make any sense– after all they’ve seen? After all Steve’s seen? How can he not believe in ghosts? 

Steve shrugs and pops another Pringle in his mouth as he leans against the counter next to Eddie. “No, why? Do you?”

Eddie’s eyes bulge and Steve rolls his own. “Do I believe in ghosts? The guy who got eaten alive by demon bats in a funhouse mirror version of our current waking world? How do you not?!”

“The Upside Down was created, Ed,” Steve laughs and eats another chip, speaking with his mouth full. “Ghosts though? Like, spirits and the afterlife and all of that? I just don’t buy into it.”

“That doesn’t make any kind of sense, Harrington. So you’d just walk into a haunted place or whatever, fearless?”

Crumbs fall from his chest as he brushes them off his shirt Like most things Steve does these days, it’s cute and Eddie wants to beat himself over the head with that Pringles can for the thought. 

Steve nods and licks the leftover Pringle dust from his fingers. Eddie tracks the movement subconsciously. “I guess so, yeah. Why, you wanna go ghost hunting or something?” 

Well, there’s an idea. Does he want to test the waters of the underworld again? No, not really. But does the idea of spending more time with Steve speak to his particular brand of impulsivity? 

It sure does, which is why he responds with glee. 

“Hell yeah!”

--

Dustin hooks them up with some sort of special camera and instructions that go way over both Eddie and Steve’s heads before calling them both idiots and sending them on their way. 

And as they approach the old cemetery, Eddie starts to agree with him. 

Barren trees wave hello with decrepit branches and the gate clatters in the wind. A cool breeze whips through them, cutting Eddie to the bone and he sees Steve shiver next to him out of the corner of his eye. 

“Place is bigger than I thought,” Steve says. “How many people do you think are dead here?” 

“Hopefully of ‘em,” Eddie teases. “Nervous yet, big boy?” 

Eddie bumps their shoulders together and turns to see Steve pull his jacket around him tighter. Like Eddie, the chill hits differently these days, something about the nerve damage from their Upside Down battle scars. It’s hard not to reach out and 

Steve scoffs with his arms crossed over his chest and nudges him back. “Not even a little. Let’s get this over with before we freeze to death.” 

--

Eddie manages to lose Steve in the supposedly haunted cemetery. He’s not sure how it happens– one minute, he’s tracking something that popped up on the camera and the next, he’s alone in a mossy, overgrown corner of the graveyard with nothing but tombstones for company. 

“Steve?” Eddie calls out into the wind. 

Nothing. 

He tries not to let panic set in. 

He’s just veered off course, that’s all. If he retraces his steps, he’ll find himself back to the main path and find Steve, probably annoyed that he’s been stuck waiting. An easy enough task, if he knew which direction he’d come from– the hyperfocus on the camera makes it difficult to reorient himself. 

“Steve?” He yells out again, louder this time as he walks back in what he thinks is the right direction. 

Eddie’s heart starts racing a bit faster, frantic energy thumping in his chest and down to his stomach as he turns in a circle. Nothing but gravestones and epitaphs as far as the eye can see. Another chill takes him by surprise and every hair on the back of his neck stands at attention, probably a placebo response but eerie and unsettling just the same. 

“Steve, where are you?” He yells again, marching forward and up a small hill he’s fairly certain he’d nearly stumbled down when watching the camera screen. 

As he clears the hill, Eddie looks across the bleak expanse of dead grass and dreary landscape, searching for a glimpse of Steve. 

“Steve! Can you hear me?” His voice breaks, quieter than the last few calls. 

When he finds nothing, he starts to walk a little faster, his feet crunching dried up leaves that litter the ground beneath him. Silence envelopes him, loud and consuming, broken only by the sound of his breath. 

Whirling around a tree, he finds himself at another deadend and feels the panic he’s tamped down into a shallow grave begin to claw its way out.

He knows that Steve can handle himself– he’s seen it for himself, after all– but even outside of ghosts, outside of the Upside Down, there are still certain consequences to being seen out in public with Eddie.

The town has been none too kind, even with his name being cleared, and Eddie knows all too well what they’re capable of. Images of Steve beaten and bloodied somewhere in the cemetery, whether by monsters or humans, plague him. Rage and terror seep into his thoughts as he shivers against the wind. 

--

“What the fuck!” Eddie screams and whips around, dropping the camera as his hands ball into fists when he feels a hand on his shoulder.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, it’s just me, are you alright?” Steve’s eyes widen and he puts up both hands in a faux display of surrender.  

He releases a breath he hasn’t realized he’s been holding and folds forward, one hand on Steve’s shoulder and the other bracing himself on his own knee. 

“Yep, all good here, never better, Stevie.” Eddie wheezes out, offering a thumbs up without looking.

“You sure? Looks like you’ve seen a ghost… that wasn’t supposed to be a pun.”

Eddie looks up at Steve to find him smiling down at him, soft and crooked, his absolute favorite– the only beam of light and color in this desolate cemetery. 

“Wow, that was lame, even for you.” 

Steve’s smile only grows wider. “Seriously though, did you see something? I turned around and you were just, poof. Gone.” 

“Didn’t you hear me yelling for you? I got caught up tracking what I thought was something worth tracking and got myself lost as shit.” 

Eddie watches as Steve’s smile turns to a grimace. “Hearing’s not great these days. Guess I uh, took a few too many hits to the head. Sorry.”

“Dude, I didn’t know that. And don’t apologize,” Eddie starts, standing up straight but not dropping his hand from Steve’s shoulder. “I’m the one that wandered off. Wayne jokes he wanted to put me on a leash when I was a kid because of it.” 

“You know, that makes sense.” Steve’s smile returns and Eddie mentally pats himself on the back. “Anyways, see anything worth the trip?”

Eddie steps closer, equal parts emboldened and weakened by the adrenaline, and pulls Steve into a hug. If Steve ever asks him why, he’ll write it off as the come-down from hysteria but he needs to feel Steve’s heartbeat more than his own right now. One arm around his neck, the other around his waist, and Eddie just… squeezes. 

He doesn’t expect Steve to hug him back. 

To his surprise, he feels Steve’s arms come up and pull him tight, one around his waist and the other wrapping around his upper back, one hand resting carefully on the back of his head. Eddie inhales the scent of what’s left of Steve’s cologne and lets himself rest, the throbbing of his heart synchronizing with Steve’s. 

It’s a lovely fantasy, pretending this isn’t just Steve being Steve and comforting someone who looks like Hell. 

Too soon, Steve pulls back, both hands still in place but their bodies just inches apart. Under the moonlight, Steve’s eyes sparkle and his hair glistens, shades of copper and hazel, two of Eddie’s new favorite colors. 

He swallows and nods in delayed response to Steve’s question. 

“Yeah, yeah I definitely did. You?"

Something different coats Steve's expression, something soft and fond– tender, even– and Eddie isn't sure exactly what to make of it. Or of the warmth that blooms in his chest. Steve moves one hand to brush a clump of Eddie's hair out of his face and cradles Eddie's cheek, far too delicate for him to understand. 

"No ghosts, but yeah. Definitely found something worth the trip." 

Eddie swallows and watches as Steve comes closer, and then closer still. Closer until his lips graze Eddie's, a silent question, one that Eddie returns without hesitation. 

When Eddie nearly kissed Steve in the Upside Down, he'd imagined it full of desperation and fear, terror and hopelessness. Now, still surrounded by ghosts but none that can touch them, their first kiss is vibrant– full of light, full of life in stark contrast to their surroundings. 

Like their hug, it's over too soon, pulling apart and resting their foreheads against one another. Steve laughs, a low rumble in his chest and shakes his head. "Please tell me we don't have to tell our friends our first day was in a cemetery?" 

Eddie smiles and nods. "Of course we do. Can't imagine anything more metal."

[nymphadorathetemplar]

Haibara: fuck people with big hands mine still fit in a pringles can

my dcmk incorrect quotes masterpost

[mysterysoulrider]

Ssoblr's ingame servers - Masterpost

Hii! I got lots of replies to my question as to which server everyone is on so I decided to create a post where it'll be very easy to see who are on the server that you're on.

If you want to be removed, added or have anything changed -> shoot me a message (alts (that you use) are welcome too!)

ps. make sure to click on my account to see the updated post as reblogs only show the post as it was at that certain moment.

Australia / New Zealand Fire Star - Cassandra Shadownight (@jorvegian-nights) - Lily Wolfstorm (jorvikpresident) - Toby Mistbrooke (@jorvikcity)

Sunbeam Palace - Luciana Nightweb (@hikolu) - Zelda Snowward (zzeldasnowward)

DenmarkLicorice Heaven - Vivian Toadhome (jorvikcity)

Finland Carrot Cove - Alexis Lowpeak (@horsegamerants)

France Blueberry Mountain - Lana Windriver (@graphi-horse-time)

Frozen Field - Athena Rockstorm (athena-of-jorvik)

Germany Autumn Star - Michelle Skydaughter (@lilakennedy)

Rainbow Galaxy - Montana Opalheart (@sso-montana)

Hungary Coconut Mountain - Dusty Beachbeach (@ouh-three)

Netherlands Dandelion Hill - Corinne Eaglebridge (@corinne-eaglebridge-sso)

Magnolia Island - Ylva Moonwell (@ylvaslooks)

Misty Mountain - Felicia Sapphiresong (@feliciasapphiresong) - Hayden Pinegoat (zzeldasnowward) - Liv Mysteryhome (mysterysoulrider)

Penguin Pond - Alice Friendside (@sso-alice)

Strawberry Meadow - Cadence Moonborn (@cryptid-deity)

North America Cherry Island - Adelaide Oldburg (@adelaideoldburg) - Susanne Proudleaf (@mufiy-valcuse)

Freezing Crater - Allison Nightstar (@sso-noodlelord) - Elsa Seadawn (@twracehorse) - Kit Farwild (jorvikcity) - Sasha Swifthurricane (sasha-swifthurricane)

Frost Valley - Brooke Tidegarden (@lisasprideflag) - Evangeline Eveninglove (@evangelineeveninglove) - Zelda Bowsmith (@jorvikzelda)

Maple Star - Carolina Strawberrystream (@strawberrystreamfields)

Night Sprinkles - Appolinariya Cometsky (@a-cometsky) - Avery Cuteman (@yasminewestbank) - Cadence Sparrowburg (@cadencesparrowburg) - Capri Mouseflower (@foryouthegays bf) - Emma Wolfheart (@emma-wolfheart) - Eva Masterbear (@valedale-rose) - Evelyn Northbank (@algirdasgiedraitis) - Grace Topazlion (@telemutt) - Lily Dolphinbook (@dumbhorsegameblog) - Lucy Flowerhill (@mistfallenjoyer) - Marie Silentfall (@foggy-milk) - Maya Sweetpoulos (mayasweetpoulos) - Sasha Shadowforce (sasha-swifthurricane) - Sam Papabear (mysterysoulrider) - Siri Greenhaven (@sirigreenhaven) - Susan Southhome (@socksonvideo) - Vera Lavagale (@zzeldasnowward) - Viktoria Ravenstorm (@foryouthegays) - Willow Crazytree (@can-of-pringles) - Zoey Pineheart (@everwindfields)

Poppy Moon - Esther Darkdragon (@esther-darkdragon) - Svea Darkdragon (@svea-darkdragon)

Stormy Pear - Blake Silvercrest (@starstablegeek) - Hannah Ponytree (@dinosaurvalley)

Poland Cookie Kingdom - Aurora Wisefall (@aurorahasanexistentialcrisis)

Sunbeam Meadow - Lana Shadowhouse (@najmiska)

Sweden Air star - Bella Highgirl (@bellassoblr)

Avocado Island - Jiao Catgirl (@djungelskogbear) - Kit Orangecat (mysterysoulrider) - Yasmine Westbank (yasminewestbank) - Zelda Axewatcher (jorvikzelda) - Zelda Snowcat (zzeldasnowward)

Marshmallow Clouds - Felicia Wolfpaw (feliciawolfpaw)

United Kingdom Candy Cove - Charlie Rainford (@charlierainfordsso)

Coconut Island - Clarisse Darkfire (barricade-moonriser) - Dakota Gloomsmith (barricade-moonriser) - Dalka Lightningwalker (barricade-moonriser)

Cupcake Valley - Daniella Bunnywood (@ro-sso) - Esther Northberg (@northberg)

Snowflake Island - Brooklyn Eveningsky (@brookevesky)

West Europe Spring Star - Adelaide Froglake (@froggistain)

[nebulousfishgills]

✨️Fishgills' OC Masterpost✨️

I figured now was as good a time as any to introduce the little gremlin ladies that inhabit my brain and most of my stories. Basic information as well as prominent fics and other fun little extras :3

(Based on @can-of-pringles​ lovely OC masterpost)

Olivia Iridottir

-Avengers/Marvel Cinematic Universe-

Aliases: Olivia Laufeyson

Bio: Orphaned from a very young age, Olivia Iridottir, goddess of dreams, was taken into the Asgardian royal family and eventually came to fall in love with Loki. Spunky with a kind heart and a bit of a tricksy streak of her own, they make a formidable duo wherever they go. Unfortunately their relatively peaceful lives start to take rocky turns after Thor’s coronation goes awry. Asgardian Royalty to Avengers to Revengers and beyond, it ends up being a very... very long 12 years.

Naturally, however, being so closely connected to Loki means that Olivia’s life can take some extreme detours. Maybe she follows her path perfectly, being the yin to Loki’s yang throughout the best and worst of times. Maybe she makes a wrong decision and finds herself beyond the bounds of time trying to free the universe from a silent oppression alongside a very hardened (yet beautiful) female variant of Loki. Maybe in another universe she abandons her good morals entirely all because some poor time intern accidentally infected her brain with a rogue, rather enchanting entity.

Olivia’s choices have a lot of power. More than she could have ever fathomed.

Paired With: 

Loki Laufeyson

Sylvie Laufeydottir (Conditionally)

Minor Associated OCs:

-> Aemon Kynson, Olivia’s father. A general in Odin’s army, he is killed during the war between the Aesir and the Jotuns

-> Iri Avyadottir, Olivia’s mother. The head military medic and a childhood friend of Frigga’s, she is killed during the war between the Aesir and the Jotuns

-> Lyanna Oliviadottir, Olivia and Loki’s daughter, eventually grows to be the goddess of luck

-> Edmure Lokison, Olivia and Loki’s son, eventually grows to be the god of peace

-> Various Variants, pruned offshoots of Olivia trapped in the temporal Void

-> Carson Ambrose and Maya Adams, OCs belonging to two friends of mine who are featured in these stories, paired with Bucky Barnes and Peter Parker respectively

Spotify Playlist:

Fancast: Emilia Clarke

Featured in: Earth's Mightiest, A Song of Stars and Magic, Time Variance Detected (Book 2 Coming Soon)

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Keira Browning

-Sam Raimi's Spider-Man Trilogy-

Aliases: Keira Osborn

Bio: A brilliant chemist with a penchant for singing (ABBA in particular), New York born and MIT educated Keira Browning climbed her way up the corporate ladder at Oscorp until an accident involving spilled coffee catches the eye of the CEO, Norman Osborn. Once they get to talking, they find out about the many things they have in common. Norman admires her work ethic and brilliant mind, while Keira finds herself realizing that her supposedly intimidating boss is actually... really nice? After multiple dates and a meeting with Norman’s young son Harry goes better than expected, Keira marries into the Osborn fortune. 

Everything was going fine, perfectly even, until those damn performance enhancers just refused to work...

Paired With: 

Norman Osborn

Minor Associated OCs

-> Donna Browning, Keira’s mother, a headstrong housewife who doesn’t pay much attention to the news

-> Richard Browning, Keira’s father, a Vietnam veteran who works in construction that thinks very highly of Oscorp

-> Siobhan McDermott, the Oscorp front desk secretary and Keira’s designated ‘mom friend’

-> Yvette Carew, a chemist under Keira’s delegation and her chaotic best work friend

-> Anthony Castelli, Keira’s childhood best friend and the choir teacher at Midtown High School

-> Anna, Anthony’s wife and another close friend of Keira’s

-> Sophia Caroline Osborn, Keira and Norman’s daughter born just three months before her father’s tragic death

Spotify Playlist:

Fancast: Carrie Lynn

Featured in: Facade

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Emily Ripley

-Stranger Things-

Aliases: Emily Mulder, 004, Emily Ballard, Emily Creel

Bio: Abandoned by her mother after her birth, Emily spends her first ten years in an abusive orphanage before fleeing after a fire-related accident. She spends two years on the streets before happening upon Hawkins Lab. Taken in by Dr. Brenner and designated as Test Subject 004, she meets and forms a bond with Test Subject 001. Eventually they are forced into orderly roles, 001, aka Henry, gaining the alias of Peter Ballard while Emily adopts the last name of Ripley. For years they’re trapped and tortured by Brenner until a series of events leads to their Soteria chips being removed by Test Subject 011 and they rampage and kill nearly everyone in the lab. Eleven fights back and banishes them to the Upside-Down, a parallel dimension they come to tame.

Emily emerges on the Overworld periodically to keep closer tabs on Eleven and her friends, posing as a high school student who’s the second in command/best friend of Eddie Munson. Eventually hers and Henry’s long laid plans begin to unfold beginning with the unfortunate death of Chrissy Cunningham...

(Note: As of now, it’s theorized that Henry is Eleven’s biological father. I’ve adopted that theory and made Emily Eleven’s biological mother after Brenner tried to crossbreed his two older experiments; Terry Ives was the unknowing surrogate)

Paired With: 

Henry Creel/Peter Ballard/001/Vecna

[See Next Section]

Minor Associated OCs

-> Florence Joan Mulder-Thompson, Emily’s mother who got pregnant at 17 and chose to give Emily to the oprhanage lest she face her parents’ wrath

-> Samuel Thompson, Emily’s father and Florence’s boyfriend/eventual husband. He has no knowledge of Emily’s existence

-> Katherine Thompson/Two Unnamed Boys, Emily’s siblings, unaware that they have an older sister

-> Lucy Harris, a girl Emily had a crush on when she was in the orphanage. She, like the other kids, called Emily a freak or a demon because of her strange habits and unsettling demeanor

-Clarissa and Dora, two other girls at the orphanage who ended up on the wrong end of Emily’s lighters and childhood wrath

-002 and 003, two early experiments preceeding Emily’s arrival at Hawkins Lab. Their escape is part of the reason Dr. Brenner moves on to the subjects 002-018 we see in the lab when Emily and Henry are orderlies

Spotify Playlist:

Fancast: Olivia Cooke

Featured in: His Tenebris Moenibus, Diplopia, The Weirdo from Saint Valentina's, One Shots: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

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Emily Ripley

-Twilight-

Aliases: Emily Volturi

Bio: It’s 1987, not long after the earthquake that split Hawkins. A newly transformed Emily, a de-Vecna’d-Henry, and a resurrected Eddie attempt to seek out food on the surface world since Emily and Eddie can’t feed on the creatures of the Upside-Down without hurting themselves. Their Gate somehow gets redirected to Volterra, Italy to be faced with the Volturi, the silent but deadly rulers of the world of vampires the Hawkins gang hadn’t known existed before that. Problem is, one of the three rulers bears a striking resemblance to Henry and, what’s more, is completely enamored with Emily. 

After bottled up feelings erupt in an explosive arguement, Emily seeks comfort with Caius and has to come to terms with the fact that she’s falling in love with him, too. Being pulled in two different directions, Emily has to choose between Henry, their decades long bond, and their mission, or Caius, providing the life of comfort and the family Emily’s always wanted.

Paired With: 

Caius Volturi

Athenodora Volturi (Conditionally)

Minor Associated OCs:

-> None (surprisingly)

Spotify Playlist:

Fancast: Olivia Cooke

Featured in: Diplopia, Necrosis, One Shots: 1

~~~

Other minor OCs

-Lydia Roberts (Sweeney Todd)

-Lord Irinerys the Illustrious (Star Wars: The Old Republic)

-Aneadora Fír (Dungeons and Dragons)

-Marlina Nerys (Thirsty Sword Lesbians)

[hongjoongscafe]

Stay with me

Bonus 2 {serieslist}

|In the sunset|

Pairing: hamsterhybrid!hongjoong×reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut.

Summary: she couldn't help but adopt the sweet and shy but stressed hybrid. Will he be able to open up?

Word count: 2.4k+

Note: this is the gift I was gonna post on the 4th or 5th but I couldn't wait🤭 this baby turned one on the 24th of August but I was busy with drabble week. I wanted to write something about beach related in the original story but it didn't fit anywhere so here it is. The pringles idea was by @cheline 😆. I'm probably never gonna stop updating this baby. I love it too much to not think about this. So yeah. If you are interested in bonus parts as well, lemme know I'll add you to the taglist.

Masterpost

ATEEZ masterlist

*Do NOT repost, plz*

"Joongie?" You looked for him at the beach where your mat was filled with snacks and some alcohol-free drinks. "Ah, I just left him for a minute, and he is already lost."

Huffing, you started collecting the finished wrappers from the mat that you both fest on right after getting there. As you picked the Pringles can, it felt a bit heavy. You shook it and a thumping sound came from it. Looking inside, you found Hongjoong in his hamster form in it. He was looking up at you with his wide hamster eyes. His tiny body was covered in crumbles. 

"Joongie! Why are you in this!? I almost threw you with the garbage!" You tossed him out in your hand and cleaned his tiny frame and set him under the towel so he could transform back and wear his clothes without flashing the little kids around. 

Hongjoong wore his swimming trunks and sat up straight on the mat. "I was trying to get to the last bits of the chips," he mumbled with a cute pout. 

You sighed and giggled, "you could have flipped it around on the paper plate and gotten to those."

Hongjoong's mouth gaped at the realization. "Oh." 

You laughed at his cuteness. Well, at least you got to see him in hamster form. Although it has been two years since he finally returned and got the job. He was more than comfortable being in his hamster form around people. He cared less and thought about himself and you more. Anybody could see the visible changes in him. 

Physically he was great. His muscles built up well along with his health. There was a natural glow on his face and the dark circles that once existed were nowhere to be found. He talked more and participated in activities. He even started practicing boxing with the help of Jungkook who was more than happy to help him out. Namjoon helped him in studies that he enrolled in after five months of getting a job. Hongjoong wanted to have a degree and do bigger things. He was enthusiastic about being successful after the drastic chapter of his life closed.

Mentally… He was recovering well but still had some issues to discuss with his therapist. He always had bad anxiety and nightmares all the time. It freaked you out and made you wonder how even is he working with all of that on his plate. So you talked about therapy to him. Although he was uncertain, he went to a couple of them, and then he felt like his pressure was being removed. As tired as he got after one of those, he felt like he was organizing his trauma and folding it. He kept those pieces with him deep inside his mind and placed the love and acceptance he now got above them. There were still times when you woke up in the middle of the night listening to him heaving for the air or sobbing or crying for help in his nightmares. There were years and years worth of trauma he was carrying; it doesn't go away in just a couple of years.  

"Anyway, shall we go, or do you wanna stay here for a while?" You asked as you finally collected all the garbage. 

"I think we should go for now. We will come back to watch the sunset," Hongjoong got up and helped you with the basket and the mat. It was nice and breezy. Seonghwa and Wooyoung selected a perfect place to get married. 

Yes, they both were getting married here at the beach. Wooyoung always loved going to the beach. They had many memories of the beach hanging on their walls back home. Well, their previous home. They bought a new house, much closer to yours. 

Both of them tried to look in the city for a new house but it never worked out. The peacefulness and love of the village were missing there. Hongjoong and you were there too. In the end, who would leave a loving family behind? 

"I still can't believe he asked me to be his best man," Wooyoung asked Hongjoong to be his best man right after they got engaged a year ago. Hongjoong was still thinking that he was joking. 

"Mm, well he loves you and thinks that you are his best friend. I don't see why he wouldn't. I think it's gonna be great!" You held his hand. 

Hongjoong chuckled, "remember Yunho's wedding?" He looked at you. "I fell in love with you that day."

You could never forget that day because that was the day when you realized that you were in love with him. And the author hopes you remember what happened in that part because that was the beginning of the new relationship. 

"How do I look, Joongie?" You shyly asked.

He took a moment. His cheeks turned into the deepest shade of red blush. He bit his lower lip.

"... Pretty, really, really pretty," he whispered while taking a step closer to her. He felt more comfortable after last night. Cuddling you made him more confident and more easy around you. That was another step of progress.

You were even more proud of him!

Hongjoong's compliment was all you needed. It made your heart flutter. Now, it was your turn to turn into the deepest shade of red blush.

Isn't this just wonderful? How it all started with a fearful hamster hybrid. Who couldn't even look at you in the eyes at first. But now... Oof. So perfect. Maybe the dreams you dreamt of are not so unapproachable. Just some patience and there is your happy hybrid.

"But look at you! So handsome! You should be illegal to roam around with that cute face of yours," you were practically drooling over him.

Hongjoong chuckled and said a little 'thank you'. He was so happy. Something he never thought he would never know how it feels. But now when he feels it, it's the best thing ever! There is nothing more exciting than having a family. A family who wants him appreciates him... Protects him. 'Whatever happened in the past was worth it. At least, I know the true value of a family and small happiness. At least I'm not like those other ungrateful kids who degrade their parents because they said no to buying the game they already have,' he thought. These thoughts brought tears to his eyes. He was happy…

"Hey, are you alright?" His visible teary eyes worried you.

Instead of answering, he smiled widely and hugged you tightly in his embrace. You were shocked at first but almost immediately melted in his warmth. The atmosphere around you two turned all pink. Many realizations hit at once. The main and the biggest one was that you are…

In love with your Joongie.

"Hug. Your hug that day made me realize that I am in love with you… The warmth, the belongingness, the scent, it all calmed me down. It was all I needed to know that I was in love with my Hamster Joong," you stopped and tip-toed to kiss him on the lips. His lips lingered for a few seconds there. 

"It was a perfect day," he whispered. The events of that day were vulnerable and hearty. 

"Indeed."

…

Seonghwa was standing at the altar, with teary eyes. His heart was beating fast and furiously. The amount of sweat his palms were creating might fill a pool for sure. You recalled his late-night rant about how he was feeling to get married in just a few hours now. 

"Y/n!!! I don't know how I am feeling!" The panic in Seonghwa's voice was quite prominent. 

"Seonghwa," your raspy voice from the other end reached his ears. You were sleeping peacefully in Hongjoong's arms when the God-forsaken ringtone rang, "it is going to be okay. Just go to sleep."

"How can I go to sleep!?" You removed the phone from your ear to save it from his shrill voice. 

"Like, I don't know? Close your eyes and yeah, that's all you need to sleep," you mumbled. 

"Y/n!" He exclaimed. 

"What?" You whined. 

"What if he changes his mind? What if my love is not enough?" The vulnerability in his voice made you worried. Even Hongjoong was wide awake and listening to the conversation. 

"Hey," you said while sitting up, "don't think like that. You guys are together for so long, even before you both met me. If this was to happen, he would have left long ago… I know it must be overwhelming but trust me, the moment you gonna see him, it will all fall in place."

Seonghwa's tears escaped as Wooyoung walked his way with a huge smile and teary eyes of his. They both looked into each other's eyes. Their drunken gaze didn't bother anyone. His rabbit ears were flapping happily on his head and you could see his bun of a tail wiggling in his slacks. 

The ceremony began and it was sealed with a heartwarming kiss. Your eyes were watery. It was emotional to watch two of your only best friends getting married to each other. They went through enough and this was the result of the love they grew along the way.

Everything fell in place, indeed. 

"Why is uncle Hammy crying?" Oh, did I forget to mention that Seonghwa and Wooyoung adopted two pretty bun babies? Well, yes they did. They were rescued two years ago. They found them in the worst condition by the street and they took them to the hybrid doctor who sent them to that same center where Wooyoung and Hongjoong were. The pair fell in love with little kids. A cute pair of a girl and a boy were looking too cute with the big ears that they were having trouble handling. They were four at that time and now they were six and adopted by the most deserving people. They officially became part of your family a year ago. 

"What?" You asked. 

"Why is Uncle Hammy crying?" Seori, the baby bun girl, asked. 

You looked at Hongjoong whose eyes were red and nose was dripping. You chuckled and wiped your tears, "it is because he is happy that your parents are finally together for life."

"Oh. But his nose is running. Nasty," she scrunched her cute nose. You silently laughed and poked her nose. 

Yechan, the baby bun boy, was looking at his parents with wide eyes as he tugged at his ears from giddiness. You took a few pictures of both of them. They were too cute. And you wonder how your kids will look—

Your eyes widened when you realized where your brain was headed. You looked at Hongjoong who was wiping his eyes. You weren't sure if he was ready for such a commitment. It is better if you hold your thoughts. 

…But little babies with cute ears and almost non-existent tails would be nice. Oky no! 

…

The after happenings went incredible. Everybody danced and sang. It was all nice and pretty. The sun started to set when Hongjoong pulled you out of the crowd and brought you to the beach. 

"Never want to miss this sunset," he sheepishly said. 

"Joongie! No. We can't be here. The reception is still going on," you reminded him.

"I know," he held your shoulders and looked deep into your eyes. "It won't bite if we are away for a minute. Just shh and be here with me both mentally and physically. Okay?" You nodded and stood there looking into his deep eyes.

Hongjoong stood beside you and looked at the setting sky. His features looked defined under the orange sunset. His silky blonde hair was ruffling from the ocean breeze. You could live like this forever. 

"I love how this feels," Hongjoong began. "Here being at the beach under the sunset with the person I love and trust the most," the sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled when he stretched them. "You know, I never even dared to think about a life where I was happy and had someone on whom I could lean. I was way too lonely back then. I think," he took a deep breath, "I was only exposed to the wrong people that I never thought about good people ever in my life…" he looked at you with exposure in his eyes, "until I met you." He chuckled and shook his head, "I felt like it all was a drama and you were one of them too. I have said that many times already. I was scared to accept what I felt and refused my instincts," the tears rolled down his cheeks that made you teary. His shaky voice began again, "I was a fool to not enjoy those times when I ran away from you and hid away. I wanna go back and embrace all the moments we spent together. I can't though but I do embrace those today and will do tomorrow and until my last breath…"

You wiped his tears as he wiped yours. "Why are you saying this?" You whispered. 

"Because I want you to know that you matter more than anything in my life. I'm insecure when you are not with me. But I'm safe when your hands are in mine. I feel empty every day when I go to work. But then I feel complete when we get together in the evening and spend the nights cuddled up under the sheets. I feel like suffocating when I don't get to touch you. But my heart feels content when you are pressed against me… Your scent keeps me sane and pulls me back. And you, you make me fall more for you. I wake up surprised every morning when I realize that I love you more than yesterday… y/n," he moved in front of you and pulled a tiny box from his slacks and kneeled, "I wanna feel safe, complete, content, and fall more in love every day with you. I can't wait anymore and I wanna make you mine forever… y/n… will you be mine forever?"

You violently sobbed and fell on your knees and hugged him. His face nuzzled in your neck as he left sloppy kisses on your neck. You both were trembling in each other's arms. 

"Say something, please. You are making me nervous," he faced you. 

"Yes!" Your voice came out high-pitched. "Yes! Joongie, yes! Wanna be yours!" You gave your hand to him as he swiftly decorated your ring finger with an Emerald stone ring. "I love you so much, Joongie! Thank you for trusting me," you hugged him again tightly. 

Hongjoong held you tight and pecked your lips before tucking your face back in his neck, "I love you for life and beyond…"

.....

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Kittenfishing | KTH | 01: Pawsibilities

Pairings: Taehyung x Reader

Rating: 18+ / Mature / Explicit

Synopsis: You've kept detailed notes. Kim Taehyung moved next door about six months ago. He picks up the mail at night. He likely works in the north part of town because he walks to the blue line station in the morning. He takes his trash out on Mondays and Thursdays. His receipts show that he's stopped buying bananas from the nearest grocery store because the ones a block farther up the street are 40 cents cheaper. And because he's just popped up on your dating app, you've also learned that he's a Capricorn, has a pet dog named Tannie, and he loves visiting his family's farm. Also, he is very hot, and very single, though you knew that first part already just by bumping into him in the hall. You are not regimented about your schedule, or mindful about money, or into families, or hot. But you're smart. And, like you've said, you've kept detailed notes. With some luck, and your best friend and tech extraordinaire Yoongi's help, you will become Kim Taehyung's perfect girl. And you will catch him.

Genres, Content Warnings, & Themes: Strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, smut (unprotected sex, penetrative sex, oral sex, casual sex, public sex), lying, deception, obsession, oh the ethical dilemmas present in online dating today

Kittenfishing Masterpost

Chapter 01: Pawsibiltiies

Yoongi clears his throat. “Look, I’m just saying.”

“Uh-huh,” you reply.

“I feel for the guy, and I think he has every right to be particular, insistent, yet cautious. I mean, the environment being what it is.”

A smirk edges at your lips, but you’re not ready to reward him with it yet. “Pray tell.”

“He already told you,” Yoongi goes on. “He gives it to you straight. He said he’s nastier than a full grown German Shepherd. And if you couldn’t glean from that, he goes further to explain that that means he’s not the kind of person you want to step to.”

“Sure.”

“And he’s supportive,” he adds, his voice leaning into the word with warmth. “He wants you to be with someone real. Someone who knows your worth.”

“For a mere guest, he sure has a lot of stipulations,” you point out. “Doesn’t exactly garner empathy.”

“Please. He’s the best kind of guest. Upon arrival, he proclaimed that he came here with his dick in his hand. You know exactly why he’s here. He knows you know exactly why he’s here. He’s unabashedly supporting this business. He just doesn’t want to be pressed. Given how he arrived, he doesn’t want to depart with his foot in your ass, so he’s warning you by telling you to be cool.” 

Yoongi’s arm is threaded through a swinging bag of four Arizona Iced Teas, and his hands are full with two hastily ketchup-and-mustard-topped hot dogs, six taquitos (two of each kind that were available, though by now, you’ve forgotten what they were exactly), three family-sized bags of chips, twin tubes of Pringles, and two Slurpees, one Blue Raspberry, and one Wild Cherry.

His Wild Cherry-red tongue searches for his straw, and you know to wait through the sound of ice squeezing through the tube. 

“Plus, he’s generous,” Yoongi continues, his mouth cooler and fuller. He gulps, and red droplets splash out ahead of you. “Fuck a dollar. Pick up a fifty.”

“Who carries fifties as their smallest denomination?” you counter.

As he answers, you lean over to give your Blue Raspberry tongue a second nip.

Yoongi tilts in your direction, and then back again when you’ve finished. “Mystikal is a busy man. You think he has time to count out singles? His rap is about the hustle. That’s what it comes down to---”

Suddenly, you loop your arm around Yoongi’s left and free elbow and hook him into the room housing the trash chute.

“What the fuck?” he asks, his worried eyes scanning your jostled items to make sure nothing has been compromised.

You stare at him, wild-eyed, desperately trying to force Blue Raspberry down your gullet.

“That’s the guy!” you sigh, a little bit of blue at your chin.

“What guy?” Yoongi blinks, pouting slightly. “Wait, the guy from the mailroom?”

“Yes,” you whine petulantly. “The hot guy from the mailroom!”

“That’s why you stage-hooked me into the trash room? A hot guy?” Yoongi frowns, adjusting his shoulder. “Anyway, if it’s the hot guy from the mailroom, then why are you hiding?” 

You attempt to cover your face with the pizza boxes that you’re in charge of carrying.

“Hey, hey, hey, the cheese will slide!” Yoongi exclaims, trying to swing the bag of iced teas to knock your elbow open.

You lower the boxes and lay them flat, like they had been, when you were just hanging out with your best friend Yoongi and your body wasn’t about to combust.

“I don’t know, I just wasn’t ready to see him again?” you guess. 

Yoongi begrudgingly smiles. “OK, well, that’s cute. Not as cute as the blue on your chin, though.”

You swipe at it with your thumb and lick the evidence away, but that doesn’t mean you’re ready to be seen. “Let’s just let him go wherever he’s going,” you say, starting to shift your weight from one leg to the other.

“How do you know he’s going somewhere and not coming back?” Yoongi asks.

Face falling, you say, “Yoongi. Keep up. What’s the use in me telling you all this if you’re not going to retain any of it?” Before Yoongi can offer one of his epic zingers, you remind him, “Since my apartment is the other way, that means his apartment is the other way.” Impatience mounting as you speak, Yoongi shifts his weight from one hip to the other too quickly for him to use that momentum to propel him in any direction. But you press on. “Have you forgotten why we’re even hanging out today? I’m so tired of harboring this crush and doing nothing about it.”

Yoongi’s hips swish again. “OK, fine, so he’s going somewhere,” he relents, “but what if that somewhere is to throw away his trash?”

The door swings open, and you and Yoongi find the subject of your conversation standing there, with a soft, bewildered expression on his face. 

“Oh, um… hi,” he says.

Yoongi’s eyes narrow so much that they nearly close. “Hey, man,” he says, smiling and nodding.

Your neighbor looks at Yoongi. Then at you. Then back at Yoongi.

After an uncomfortably long silence, your neighbor looks at you and asks, “Are you… are you eating in here?”

The speed with which you have turned sanguine is alarming. Your skin feels tight, like it’s about to expand and tear off of your unforgiving muscle and bone. Cowering, pitiful you. There’s nothing that you can contribute. Yoongi has to save you. 

“We were considering it,” Yoongi says. “Makes for the easiest clean-up.” He positions himself to walk in front of you so that you can hide your face. “We’ve decided against it, though. Room’s all yours.”

You scurry behind Yoongi as he pushes past your neighbor and leads the way to your door. It takes everything you have not to look back and see if that soft, bewildered expression is still there for you.

Yoongi watches as you pull the keys from your pocket and hurriedly move to unlock your door.

“Fuck,” you mutter, just under the metal jangling, “he’s a confirmed S-Tier Squirtmaster. I’m definitely gonna rub one out to that look.” You huff. “I don’t know if I’ll even need the toys.”

“What’s the appeal?” Yoongi asks, still staring down the hall, but matching your volume and grimacing more and more as your words land. “Ugh, wait, did you just say--- nevermind, please don’t say it again---”

“S-Tier Squirtmaster isn’t enough of an explanation for you?” you whisper back, as you set your pizza down on the kitchen counter and go back to the door to make sure it’s closed and triple-locked.

“It’s not that it isn’t enough of an explanation,” Yoongi says. “But it certainly isn’t as detailed of an explanation that I’ve come to expect from you.”

He eases his shoulders as you help him set the rest of your snacks down. You look around, a quick scan, a habit you’d been taught to make sure that nothing has gone awry in however short or long of an absence. Then again, there isn’t really much to notice. Sparse furniture. No decorations. This is your apartment, but not really a home. You don’t really see the point of nesting. You and Yoongi spend most of your time at work anyway, and with the constant guessing game of rent surcharges in this quickly developing part of town, you could be in another one-bedroom rectangle with updated fixtures in three months’ time.

“Get the plates?” you ask, as you start sliding the iced teas into the fridge.

You hear Yoongi close the cupboard behind you, and two pangs of ceramic hitting the counter. Cardboard slides against cardboard, and more tones ring out as little thumps of dough plink onto their new but temporary homes.

“But leave one out for---”

You set one iced tea out next to Yoongi’s Slurpee, and he smiles appreciatively.

He pops the tab as you put the chip bags in the pantry. 

“He just seems like a regular dude?” Yoongi asks. 

Maybe to the untrained eye. One not as calculating as yours. Where Yoongi sees stuff, you see signals. A strong jaw. A band tee. A perfectly trimmed 5 o’clock shadow. They tell you things. Then again, Yoongi never says anything he doesn’t mean, and that isn’t true. You have more examples of him being right than missing the mark.

“There’s nothing wrong with him, so why am I attracted?” you interpret.

Yoongi smiles fondly. “You have to admit that you have weird tastes.”

“I spend most of my time with you.”

“Case in point,” Yoongi answers, as he rests his forearms on the counter and takes a couple of steps back to lean down at a comfortable planking angle. You curse that your best friend actually is that easy-going and defenseless. Uniquely disarming, he makes for a quirky mix, given how particular he can be, illustrating this when he adds, “But that’s not what I meant.”

You turn back to him, pondering his take. “You…” Eyes shift from left to right. “You’re already bored by him?” you guess. “Disappointed that my attraction isn’t to someone more entertaining?”

“He’s wearing khakis on a Saturday.” Yoongi’s vowels are muffled by cheese, dough, and sauce. “But that’s not what I meant either.”

You hop up onto the counter and dig into your own slice. Yoongi takes the opportunity to speak uninterrupted by your quips and tendency to want to finish others’ sentences.

“You’re just one of those people who… I dunno. You settle.” Yoongi sighs. “But this town is chock-full of dirtbags.” His lashes flutter in the quick glance that he gives you. His smallest voice says, “You really do deserve better than what’s available.”

Heart-to-hearts aren’t Yoongi’s style. But surprise heart-to-hearts are totally Yoongi’s style. A sticky note on your desk at work when he’s swung by and missed you. A text out of nowhere telling you that he loves you and hopes that you have a good day. A tag online to a song that he was listening to that made him think of you. A song that describes the kind of woman you want to be, definitely are not, and yet how Yoongi already sees you. You wish others would. And the really touching thing is that he wishes that, too.

“Excuse the fuck out of me,” you chuckle, pushing in a piece of pepperoni when it slides out of the corner of your mouth, “are you trying to pay me a compliment??”

“Not trying. Paid in full. Lump sum.” 

Yoongi grins, bits of basil between his two front teeth.

You lean over and kiss Yoongi on the nose, even digging your fingernail into his teeth and scraping the torn leaf out. You push your finger into his mouth, and he nods appreciatively before sucking the remnant into his bite and swallowing.

“Thanks.”

Yoongi rummages around his teeth with his tongue before grinning again at you with approval. “Back at ‘ya.”

This level of intimacy. You’d never had it with anybody before. But you knew you had it your second week at work, attending the end-of-quarter party, your pupils widening at Yoongi’s head excitedly rising and spinning at your Eartha Kitt song request playing on the speakers. His black pools eventually met yours, and you knew you had found a partner in crime.

“Kitt.” The warm, fond way that he says your nickname makes your heart feel fuzzy. “You can claim that you want to be evil all you want, but you’re a sweet princess who belongs with Prince Charming. And, frankly, your neighbor seems to be more of a Joe Schmo.”

“Actually, he’s a Taehyung,” you mumble.

“He’s hung?” Yoongi raises his eyebrows. “Well, if you already know that, then why the pizzas? Why am I even over here? You could be fucking, and I could be sleeping.”

You chuckle. “Taehyung.” You take a deep breath. “He’s not Prince Charming, or Joe Schmo. He’s Kim Taehyung.” You brace yourself for the end of Yoongi’s friendship, like you always do whenever you’re about to admit some inane shenanigans you’ve pulled.

Maybe if you reach down into the junk drawer of your counter sheepishly enough, you won’t earn a look of ire from Yoongi when you pull out the envelope that has been sitting there for weeks. An envelope addressed to one Kim Taehyung, who lives in 12-B.

“Ohhh, you’re sick!” Yoongi gasps, taking the envelope and moving to snag his finger in the corner, eyes darkening with fascination when he realizes you’ve already ripped it open. He looks up at you with a beguiled gape. And then, feigning scandal, he clutches his pearls and holds up the front of the envelope to you. “But we’re in 12-C!”

“Jackass!”

“Felon!”

“It’s just the monthly coupon book!” you tut, snatching the envelope away from him and pulling out the glossy ads. “Besides. I didn’t open it. He did.” 

You remember how graceful Taehyung looked even then. 

“Did you ask him for his coupon book?” Yoongi asks, confused. “That’s a weird pick-up line.”

“Nah,” you answer. “He went through them, and then he threw it away.” 

He did it with a smile. You'd wondered if he was the same way with people. 

Yoongi has somehow already downed a second slice and is now throwing the pizza box lid up to reach for his third. “You still have yours?”

You smile, glad that Yoongi’s jumped onboard. “Still wish you were napping?”

Amused, Yoongi reaches over for your junk drawer, which you’re pinning shut with your calf. Straightening your leg again, you pull from your junk drawer your matching but untouched envelope and rip into it.

“Can’t believe your thirsty ass is already digging into his trash,” Yoongi replies, voice muffled again by his slice.

“Despite this, and today’s events, I swear that I’m not,” you reply, as you drag your finger along the paper seal, leaving ragged destruction in its wake. “So far, all I’ve done is bump into him in the mail room, which is when he…”

A dreamy glow starts to emanate from your eyes. Your grin. Your very pores.

Yoongi groans. “Ugh, Kitt---”

“He smiled at me.”

“Gross.”

“Who smiles at anyone?” you go on, brushing chunks of paper that have fallen around your plate and onto your hoodie. “In this city? Talk about dirtbags. You smile at someone, and you’ve just put a target on your back.” You pull the coupon book out. “I almost got shanked because I told someone ‘bless you’ after they sneezed.”

“I remember,” Yoongi says, nodding, his words moving faster as the details come to him. “On…  the… subway? The movie… A late showing of… Clue! That’s right, I thought it was a fake knife because of all the people who dressed up like we did.” He chuckles fondly, mimicking you. “‘Sorry! I didn’t mean it! I’m an atheist!”

“And that’s why I don’t say anything when people sneeze anymore,” you say simply, pulling the coupon book out. 

It lands on the counter with a plastic clap!, right next to Taehyung’s discarded version. You close the drawer and hold your coupon book open, as Yoongi holds Taehyung’s open, and together, you flip through each page, noting which coupon stubs seem to be missing.

In your book, there’s a picture of an incredibly muscular man doing bicep curls, but it’s missing from Taehyung’s.

“Discount is gone.” Yoongi wiggles his eyebrows. “He works out.” But Yoongi’s quite surprised when a frown appears on your face. 

“He’s a gym rat?” you ask disappointedly.

Yoongi’s eyes roll so far back that his pupils nearly disappear. “Like that’s a dealbreaker.”

There’s a row of perfectly cut apple and banana stars floating in berry-colored smoothies in your coupon book, whereas latte art stubs are left in Taehyung’s.

“He prefers the local juice shop,” you comment. “That plus gym means health nut.” Your eyes hover over your pack of snacks. “Maybe he doesn’t even like coffee?” You sink a little. Do you have anything in common?

Yoongi starts to tear the coffee coupons out of Taehyung’s book to keep for himself.

“Hey!” You reach out for Yoongi’s working hands, but the perforation on the stubs works in his favor. 

“You just said he doesn’t like coffee!” Yoongi stuffs the coupons into his back pocket and, now that his Slurpee is officially gone, reaches for his tea. “OK, so what else is there?” 

After flipping through the rest of the coupons, you shrug. “The coupon book has spoken.” 

But Yoongi’s face boasts a dubious smile dotted by pizza sauce, and a splash of iced tea. “Kitt. I know you better than that.”

You sigh. “All I really know for sure is that he’s Kim Taehyung, and he lives in 12-B.” 

“Lies.” Yoongi rests his chin in his palm. “Go ahead. Start spinning your yarn.”

Fine. You might have more details. Background info, really. “Well, he owns khakis,” you point out, making Yoongi chuckle. “Um… I think he got a haircut last week.” 

“Mmhmm,” Yoongi encourages while nodding, “and?”

“He walks with a little bit of a strut.”

The couple of steps that you’d seen couldn’t have been enough to come to that conclusion. Especially not for someone like you. And especially because you’re the type of person who gets the embarrassed inclination to cover her face when she sees her own reflection in the mirror. 

“How do you know?” Yoongi asks.

“I just know,” you say.

“You hear him?” 

The echo of Taehyung’s footsteps plays easily in your mind. There’s a slight unevenness. And you’ve seen him, often passing each other in the hallway. You always lower your eyes, like you do when approaching most people, but not before taking a taste of those sharp shoulders alternating, helping him slice through the air. You don’t know if his gait comes from supreme confidence or some kind of injury. The smoldering, almost pained gaze that accompanies it doesn’t do much to help you differentiate, either. But the entire package, a king’s walk, always makes you pause what you’re doing and imagine that he’s walking up to you.

“What time does he leave for work?” Yoongi asks. “What time does he get home?”

“I think he leaves after I do,” you say, irritated that your dreams of Taehyung have often been interrupted by your boss Bang Si-hyuk’s 6 AM face. Way too early for a night owl like you, but least Si-hyuk is kind and good. “And he usually comes home after I do,” you continue. “Around six or seven. He comes home, is quiet, and then usually leaves not too long after that again. Maybe to get dinner?” You search the floor for holes you’ve missed before you add, “Sometimes he brings home dates.”

Yoongi’s beady eyes and narrow smile resurface. “I knew your weird, sponge-like mind had soaked up more dirty dishwater.” 

You start to chuckle, but then you hold your voice in when you match Yoongi’s searching gaze, traveling around your bare apartment, easily landing on some stacks of office supplies that you need to bring to work tomorrow. 

Yoongi straightens and stands. “Alright, Kitt. We’re going to have to get a little…” 

He walks over to one stack and picks up a whiteboard, colored sticky notes, and dry erase markers. 

“…Crafty.”

“It looks like I’m plotting a murder,” you observe.

Two pizzas, all the drinks, and your pantry of snacks later, Yoongi has pulled the thread taut. There are things you didn’t even know you had internalized. Hypotheses that seem pretty solid when put to the test. When Yoongi asks you about where you think he works, you realize that you guess something corporate, safe, and reliable, given that he’s always wearing earth tones on top of those khakis. When Yoongi asks you whether you’ve talked to him, you play back a conversation about the weather that was actually just you daydreaming about a phone call of his that he was having on his balcony. 

“Are you high?” Yoongi cries out.

“No?” you whine.

Yoongi scratches his forehead. He knew your imagination was active, but how could you have just planted yourself into Taehyung’s life like that? Taken a real conversation and stuffed it into your mouth? And, what’s more, forgotten it had nothing to do with you in the first place?

“Can we be high?” Yoongi asks tiredly, moving toward the drawer containing your stash. He needs to be on whatever plane you call home.

He packs the bowl as you talk more about Taehyung. More questions. More unanticipated answers. More of Yoongi’s scrawls on the board.

You've actually kept detailed notes. Kim Taehyung moved next door about six months ago. He picks up the mail at night. He likely works in the north part of town because he walks to the blue line station in the morning. He takes his trash out on Mondays and Thursdays. His receipts show that he's stopped buying bananas from the nearest grocery store because the ones a block farther up the street are 40 cents cheaper. 

“Also, he is very hot, and very single, though you knew that first part already just by bumping into him in the hall,” you finish, handing the bowl back to Yoongi for his hit.

The lighter flicks softly. “Why do you sound so disappointed?” Yoongi asks.

You play back that moment just after it happens, lingering on the last few notes of the falling Ls in “hall”. Yeah. You do sound disappointed.

“It physically hurts when I look at attractive people,” you tell Yoongi. “It’s like I can’t take it or something. Like I’m trying to understand a dimension I’m not from.”

“You’re attractive, Kitt,” Yoongi says, shaking his head as he erases your disparaging words that he’d begun to jot down while listening in autopilot.

You are not regimented about your schedule, or mindful about money, or hot. But you're smart. And, like you've said, you've kept detailed notes. 

Yoongi looks at the board. “Hmm. There’s a lot here.” He turns back to you and smirks. “Maybe he is Prince Charming.”

“And maybe this won’t be as boring as you thought,” you say, nudging him in the ribs with your elbow as he flops down next to you on the couch.

“Oh, Kitt,” Yoongi teasingly coos. “Settle in. One way or the other, this is going to land you in handcuffs.”

It’s easy to waste an entire afternoon hanging out with Yoongi. Especially when you’re scheming. When you can’t identify the in that you need to give you a reason to talk to Taehyung, you and Yoongi decide to make it an evening as well.

“Chinese sounds good,” you confirm, as you pull out your phone. You hand it to Yoongi before standing and walking over to the trash can in your kitchen. “Place the order on my phone. My turn to treat.”

Yoongi nods. He knows your code. He starts to type.

Slugging through the hallway with four full trash bags, you notice that you usually wonder where the hell all this stuff comes from. How much stuff you selfishly consume day-to-day. But in your smoky stupor, a state that often helps you see angles that you would normally miss, you think about how this doesn’t really feel that much different from life itself. As you reach the trash room and tip the first bag into the chute, you start to nod to yourself. Another bag goes in the shoot. What is life if not things just moving from place to place over time? The third bag goes into the shoot, and you think, why be so hard on yourself if you’re the one helping them along? Someone has to do it.

Giggles in the hallway catch your attention. The door is still propped open, seeing as you had four whole bags to take out. And you see Taehyung by the elevator, facing an absolute knockout of a woman, both of them snaked around each other and leaning on the panel.

Eventually, they break their kiss.

“Did you have a good time?” the girl asks, tracing his jawline with the side of her pinky.

Envy rattles through your bones. Ugh, that’s such a cool move, you think. You could never pull something like that off. 

You look down at your own pinky. Which has a hangnail. 

You bring it to your lips and gnaw on it before watching a little more. 

Taehyung snaps his bear trap-like jaws at her. His deep, snorting snarl and his brilliant teeth chomping together makes her giggle and yank her pinky away from him. She leans forward and squeals excitedly into the next kiss, her hands mussing up his wonderful, black curls. You wonder what they feel like against her palms and fingertips. How silky. How incredibly sexy. You want to rip them from their roots and use them to make a bed to nakedly nuzzle into.

He pulls back from their kiss and takes her in with a look as soft as his curls. 

“You could just stay,” Taehyung offers, voice surprisingly and suddenly sweet. “We could go for another round.”

“I think seven’s enough for one evening,” she coos. “I’m starting to feel sore.”

Seven times in one night?! You nearly drop everything and run back to your apartment. Have you even had sex seven times total? You try to count on your fingers. You stop long before your as of now non-hangnailed pinky.

“Then we can get something to eat?” Taehyung places a peck on her cheek. “Or just sleep, if you’re tired?” 

“Message me later,” she tells him. “I have to go, but falling asleep to you does sound appealing.”

“On Matchmaker… or text?” Taehyung asks hopefully.

“On the app.” She smirks knowingly when Taehyung crumples his lips.

He lets his chin fall and watches her carefully through his brow. Hee starts to speak in pout as he fiddles with her fingers. “You’ve seen my place,” he tells her. “You know my address.”

“Sorry. I’m still not comfortable with giving you my real number just yet,” she admits, leaning into him and kissing his neck.

Taehyung closes his eyes as she sucks on the skin there, pulled tight as he looks to the ceiling and grunts.

The elevator doors finally open, and as if to underscore how many repairs it needs, it’s nearly a full minute until the off-key, warbling ding! sounds.

Taehyung picks up on movement when you startle at the sound. 

His eyes meet yours.

And then, after dropping your fourth trash bag by the open cute, you run.

You try to pull your face into the same expression you had on before you went completely and terrifyingly blank. Was it agonized? Surprised? Reproachful? You hope not the last one. If only Taehyung could see past your pizza-stained, fear sweats. You would have loved to rest your pinky on his jaw.

Yoongi looks extremely excited when you burst into the apartment, but when he sees you, he frowns and lies back down on your couch. He shakes his head at himself, and you hear him muttering. Of course it couldn’t have been the food. He just placed the order.

The door slams behind you. “I saw him again,” you whisper.

Yoongi slowly sits back up, with considerably less interest, but interest nonetheless. “OK. Talk me through.”

“I think he was on a date,” you say, breathless. 

“Someone you’ve seen before?” Yoongi asks.

“No.” But you’re already replacing her face with yours, pretending like it was you all along. You try to fend off your overactive imagination. You need a clear picture. “She was hot though.”

“Say more,” Yoongi says.

You whimper, but Yoongi shakes his head. 

“Not about her, Kitt. About what you saw.”

You try to stitch your thoughts together. “They were making out. The elevator really needs to be fixed. I left my garbage. Pinky. Jaw.” Your eyes soften, as if you’re about to cry. “I have hangnails.” You could never be her.

Yoongi shakes off the confusion and tries to stay with you. Tries to keep you on track. “Did it seem like a first date?”

“No, but…” You brighten, which makes Yoongi brighten. “She told him that she wasn’t comfortable giving him her number. That she wants to keep their chat on the app.”

“A-ha!” Yoongi says gleefully, narrowing his eyes and rubbing his hands together. 

This is it. This is the in. 

Yoongi, tech extraordinaire. The Work Laptop Whisperer. He tells you that most of his workday is telling people to turn things off and on again, but it takes a certain level of skill to even get there.

“What app is it?” he asks.

All you can remember is the beige walls blurring past you as you sprinted home. You wince. “Maybe if I heard the name, I’d remember?”

“Let’s see,” Yoongi begins, pulling out your phone again. He searches through the app store options. “There’s Cupid’s Bow, Adam and Eve, Adam and Steve---” He grins appreciatively. “Aw. That’s great.” He looks up and smiles at you, showing you the logo of two men flirtatiously grinning at each other from across a picnic bench. “Look! Representation!”

“That is great,” you say, eyebrows forming an upside-down V on your forehead, “but if Taehyung is on that app, I’m afraid I’m shit out of luck.”

Yoongi goes back to scrolling through apps. “Kindling, Matchmaker, One Fish Two Fish Red Fish New Fish---”

“Matchmaker,” you say suddenly, perking up. “One of them said it. Must be the app they’re using.”

A curt nod, and a focused gaze. “Free or paid account?” Yoongi asks as he types.

“Free,” you say flatly. You’re already taking too great a stride. Paying would be pushing it. The man lives next door. He’s probably right outside as you speak.

“Name.” He looks at you. “Real, or---”

“Kitt,” you say. “It’s my real name now, anyway. Use it more often.”

You smile at each other fondly.

“Alrighty,” Yoongi continues. “Date of birth… done. Favorite color… done. Favorite food… done.”

You watch as he enters in the rest of the shallower details, and you wonder how it is that you got here. You can’t help the fuzzy feeling in your chest from consuming you. How did you make a friend who knows you this well? You’d hidden yourself so far away to make it so that no one ever could. Maybe to cushion the blow when it turned out that people didn’t want to bother.

“Alright, we’re at the inane questions now,” Yoongi says with a straight face that makes you giggle. “Are you a cat person or a dog person?”

When you actually hear the question, though, you groan. “Ugh, really?” The first cringe seeps in. You need to walk over to the kitchen counter to keep yourself from disintegrating. Propping yourself up on it, you say, “Nevermind, I’m not doing this.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Well, you asked me over because you wanted to do something about this, and I’m certainly not going to listen to more of your whining unless you do, so either you jump into this app with all the hangnails you have on your feet, or you shut up about him,” he huffs.

You frown.“Fine. Well, is there a ‘neither’ option?”

Yoongi cocks his head to the side. “Neither?” He blinks. “How can someone be neither?”

“I just don’t like cleaning up after anyone except myself,” you say. 

Yoongi suddenly becomes very self-aware of his contribution to the water rings, crumbs, napkins, and drops of sauces still littering your coffee table.

“And my loved ones,” you say, smiling easily. “But you know what I mean. I’ve never had or wanted a pet. And I don’t want kids.”

“The fact that you equate them certainly doesn’t bode well,” Yoongi points out.

“And I don’t… I’m not good at…” You scrunch up your face.“It’s like, I ask people what they need, right? But then they get these crazy looks on their faces. Like I’m too… blunt? So blunt that people don’t trust me with what they need.” The thought has circled round and round in your mind for so long that you know it to be a truth. So, you huff, and you finally admit, out loud, to another living soul, “I’m terrible at taking care of other people.”

“OK, well, one of the questions at the end of this is what your love language is, so I think I can go ahead and delete Acts of Service,” Yoongi jokes.

But when he sees your head hanging low, forehead and chin wrinkled with worry, he softens.

“I think you’re better at taking care of others than you think you are,” Yoongi says. “I mean, you start every day by telling me that I’m the crabbiest, most difficult person you’ve ever met, and that hasn’t stopped me from coming over here all the time.”

You grin momentarily at Yoongi’s encouraging words, but then you retreat back into the cave of self-pity, its stalagmites sharp and piercing.

“But you’re entertaining and actually sweet,” you whine. “People want you around.”

Yoongi furrows his brow. “Didn’t you just hear me say that I’m over here all the time? Y’know? To be around you?”

“Yeah, but that’s different.” 

“How?”

You shrug, but Yoongi can tell there’s more going on in that racing mind. 

“Just let it out,” he says softly.

You take a big breath. “My parents had been together for over almost forty years, OK?” you begin.

“OK.”

“And during their most recent anniversary dinner, I asked them for advice on what they thought was the key to their happiness.”

“And now you’re doing that thing where you’re overthinking their answers?”

“My mom said that there was no key, and I started to quibble with that---”

“So that’s a yes to the overthinking.”

“So,” you say, forcing Yoongi to go down this road with you, “I realized that if there was no advice, no key, no plan, then I’m fucked.”

“Yeah, all I’m hearing is the overthinking you’re doing,” Yoongi repeats. “I get that you’re freaking out, but I don’t understand why.”

“I just…” You resign to the heaviness in your bones. “If there’s no key, then… what do I do?” 

You freeze. You always freeze. A highlight reel plays in your mind. Not of big blowouts. But quiet fractures. Moments where some switch has flipped in your brain, and you just decide to abandon whoever you’re with at the time. Friends. Romantic partners. Family members. Ice them out. Melt away. See if they’re still after the thaw. They usually aren’t.

“You’re human,” Yoongi reminds you. “Besides. We can soften the edges a little bit. That’s the beauty of these apps.”

“Soften the edges?” Your voice is still sharp as you say it.

“Yeah. There’s even a term for it.”

“Lying?” you ask. But then you realize there really is a technical term for it in the online dating context specifically. “Wait, catfishing?”

Yoongi yawns out, “Kittenfishing.”

You scoff. “What the fuck?”

“It’s a baby version,” Yoongi says, leaning forward and resting his weight on his elbows on his knees, your phone hanging between his legs. “It’s not straight-up lying. But you tweak the wording to make yourself a little more… palatable.”

“Give me an example.”

Yoongi holds up your phone and reads the question. “‘Are you a cat person or a dog person.’ Well, instead of saying neither, you could say…” He looks up at the ceiling and thinks. And then he smirks at you. “Depends.”

You smile. “Cryptic,” you comment.

“Just enough,” Yoongi notes. “Not so stand-offish that people disengage. Arguably, it’ll make him want to learn more.” Yoongi imitates what he’s heard of Taehyung’s deep, airy voice. “What does she mean by ‘depends’? I must know. I should ask her out and rawdog her until she explains it to me.”

Your eyes narrow, but your lips fight a smirk.

This helps with the rest of the inane questions. 

Are you an introvert or an extrovert? 

You know most people want an extrovert, but you’re so introverted that your social battery drains if you’re with anyone other than Yoongi after about fifteen minutes. 

Yoongi enters: Isn’t everyone a little bit of both? 

Do you like to spend time in nature?

Given the amount of hiking profile pictures on the app, you know the answer has to be yes. There’s no way you can answer that honestly. With the amount of hives you break into when you so much as think of a blade of grass, you think your body is allergic to the concept of an outside world as a whole. 

Yoongi enters: Nature is all around us, isn’t it?

Do you believe in signs?

Not in a mystical way. You think you’re pretty good at reading tells. That constant hyperfocus and vigilance is actually what fuels your anxiety. No one wants to date an anxious mess.

Yoongi enters: I believe what my eyes tell me.

“All that’s left is the profile picture,” Yoongi chuckles, “and I know the perfect one to use.”

You want to keep him from uploading a picture at all, but Yoongi has already hit Save. It’s a group picture of you all from the end-of-the-quarter party. It’s the only picture he has of you, and it’s the only picture you have of Yoongi. Not much for selfies and photoshoots, you have no other pictures in your gallery. You’re lucky that it’s a good one. Playing hooky from one of the party’s events was fun until you found out that you happened to be standing in the spot where the photographer had planned to take the group photo. He put you and Yoongi front and center. At least you had makeup on, and your hair was somewhat styled. And that green dress is one of your favorites. One of just a few hanging in your closet. But one of your favorites.

Yoongi smiles at you. 

“Alright, well… what else do I need to do before we begin?” you ask.

Yoongi chuckles. “What do you mean? I already updated your profile.”

“WHAT?!”

You dash over to the couch and prepare to wrestle the phone out of Yoongi’s hands, but he surrenders easily. 

Gear icon. Where’s the fucking gear icon?

“If you delete it, I’m just going to create another profile on my phone that you can’t control,” Yoongi says lazily. You’re jealous. It’s so easy for him.

You drop your arms in surrender. 

He grins and goes on. “I set it to sort by location. Get on the app and see if he comes up.”

Unsurprisingly, at literally zero miles away, Taehyung is the first person to pop up. And you quickly learn that he's a Capricorn, has a pet dog named Tannie, and he loves visiting his family's farm. There are ten pictures. Two of him in the city somewhere, one at dusk, and one late at night. One of him at, presumably, his family’s farm. Two of him dressed up at some fancy events. Five of him with Tannie, playing around in a layout that looks like your apartment but flipped. But his profile picture is the one that you like best. It’s a candid photo of his literal profile, his curly locks ruffled, hand at his lips, eyes looking slightly surprised, or sparkling with thought. His lips look so delectable. A little red. As if they’ve been kissed, juicy, plump, and raw.

“I don’t know,” you say nervously. “I can barely look at his profile picture. I’ll be a mess if I look into his actual eyes.” You shake your head slightly. “Besides, we don’t seem to have much in common?”

Yoongi’s eyebrows raise. “You don’t know that for sure, do you?”

You guess that you don’t. Anyway, Yoongi’s suggestions have definitely bought you some time, and you can use that time to find out. And to soften the edges. Mould yourself a bit. Make yourself more palatable. With some luck, and Yoongi's help, you will become Kim Taehyung's perfect girl. And you will catch him. 

Slowly exhaling, you swipe right.

You let your arm fall to your side again. It’s a huge first step, opening yourself up to the world like this. You’ve been listless, and people have been unkind. You could count on one hand the number of positive experience that you’ve had on da---

A friendly chime vibrates through your phone.

Yoongi’s eyes are suddenly wide awake. “Is it him??” he asks.

The screen tells you that it is. That you’ve matched. You don’t believe it. Yoongi gets up at the deafening echo of your terrified silence and walks over to you. You show it to Yoongi. It’s not until his look of recognition that you’re able to accept what’s right in the palm of your hand.

Kittenfishing doesn’t seem to be so hard, but you’re still not sure if that’s a such a great thing.

Someone raps on the door, knocking your jaw to the floor.

You think you hear Yoongi mumble, “Nice.”

When you realize Yoongi has left your side, you nearly scream. You reach for his other arm and pull him toward you, initially counterbalancing his weight. But your socks slide you across the floor, and your bum lands on the ground.

“What the---” Yoongi stares at you in bewilderment. “But, food??”

“What if it’s him?” you whisper.

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Wow, Kitt. I mean, no offense, but it would take Olympic-level flirting to seduce the average person that strongly and that quickly, and we’re kind of starting at a deficit with you.”

“Just let me check first!” you hiss.

He begrudgingly helps you up, and you skate on your soles over to the peephole.

Taehyung is standing there, the same profile you were just admiring looking bloated through the fish lens.

You whirl around to Yoongi. “Do what you did in the trash room!” you beg, pulling on his shirt. You’ve never been so scared. “Save me!”

“No, this is different. You’ve gotta take this one. If he sees me again, he might think we’re dating ors something.” Yoongi places his hands on your shoulders. “Don’t freak out, just, y’know, say hi and keep it short. Copy his words and movements, and just smile if you’re unsure. I’ll go hide in your room.”

“What if he asks me a question or something??” you squeak. It was hard enough answering the questions on the app. You can’t guarantee you’ll be able to hold a conversation with him without a screen and a chaperone.

“Say yes,” Yoongi advises you. He clicks his tongue. “Shit. If he’s here to fuck---”

“He might be here to fuck?!” you whimper. “Because that girl didn’t stay?” Your pussy clenches as if locking down due to threat. “Is seven times not enough for him?!”

“I said don’t freak out.” More calculations come, and then, “I’ll go hide in your shower,” Yoongi decides. “Just go with it! If you need to pause, go to the bathroom!”

That’s where he scampers as you turn back to the door. You don’t even remember to check your appearance using your phone’s camera. You have a lot to learn.

Gripping the side of the door, rather than the knob, you make way for the king. His curls make a crooked crown. He’s leaning, hip cocked left, right forearm bracing the doorway. When he smiles, you feel like you might explode.

“Hi,” Taehyung says lightly.

“Hi.” When was the last time your smile was this uncomfortable? And when did your knuckles get so bony? Did you get the last of your hangnail?

He holds up his phone, and you see your profile, with just a hint of the tortured wince that you’re projecting at full blast. 

“Seems we’ve got a match,” he comments.

“A match,” you parrot.

Taehyung sticks his phone back in his pocket. “I think I saw you earlier today. In the trash room.” His smile squiggles, and his eyes laugh along when he chuckles, “Twice.”

You keep grinning painfully and just stay silent.

Carefully, he asks, “That your boyfriend, earlier?” His next breath is more hopeful. “Or just a friend?”

Your best friend, you want to say. The Best Friend. The Best Friend a person could have. He somehow got you, a bottom-dweller, a front seat on the cloud soaring through Taehyung’s incandescent gaze. You try your best to memorize as many details as you can, just in case this is the summit. Brows thick as his slightly squinting, dark-lashed eyes. So many places to fall from.

And where would you fall? Pinball-style against the gentle downward slope of his cheekbone to the outer turn of his straight, proud nose, rolling up the top of his mouth but not quite reaching the peak of his Cupid’s bow, instead tumbling back, the upturn of that dangerous smirk not quite enough to keep you on his lips. It’s a maddening dive down to that carved chin. By the time you think to try to save yourself with your hangnailed pinky, you realize that you were always headed for the fire below, the kindling of his collar bones, ribs, forearms and femurs, stoking a flame making his neck burn red.

“Just a friend.” 

When you answer, his neck sighs into a lighter peach. “Ah.” He’s relaxed enough now that his forearm plumps against the drywall. “Hope that wasn’t too weird to ask. You know how it is.” But then he narrows his eyes. “Or… do you?” Can he trust you with what’s on his mind? “How long have you been on the app?” Judging by your continued puzzlement, he makes a guess. “Not long?”

“Not long,” eeks out from your throat.

“Figured.”

“Oh?” you ask before you can stop yourself. “And how do you figure?”

Taehyung grins. “We would’ve matched sooner than this.” The implication of his words shows up on his cheeks, ruddy and honest. 

But then the embarrassment creeps back in. The tentative glee he had let himself feel on the walk back to his apartment. The thrill of seeing his date return not long after saying goodbye. The worried expression on her face at dodging his kiss and admitting that she left something behind. And then the chest-crushing weight of the boulder that crashed into him when he discovered that that something was definitely a diamond ring, and maybe something else. 

This city’s full of dirtbags. That’s why he went back to the drawing board, and the app. That’s when he matched with you. That’s what brought him over here now, studying you so closely.

You can’t take it anymore. The heat under Taehyung’s gaze is stifling. Bordering on burning. Eviscerating the filter that’s been keeping your words at bay.

“Are you just here for a quick fuck because you struck out?” you ask, frowning.

Taehyung’s eyes grow past what you thought was possible. That probably means he thinks this is your audacity speaking. But he’ll learn that it’s more about efficiency. You don’t want any part of this if all he wants is a participation trophy when he failed to get the grand prize. At the thought of his audacity, a small, drole laugh escapes you, like a grunting, too-loose snare drum hit, fizzling and squashing any dash of hope that he might’ve had.

When he shifts his weight, you sense that he’s leaving. And that’s just fine. Maybe you’ll have better luck with the next obsession.

But then you realize Taehyung isn’t going anywhere. Not even just a couple of feet to his right to sanctuary. He’s just straightening. And smiling. And scratching his chest with the hand that was resting just beside your doorframe. He scratches with his thumb, outlining the side of his left pec. He stares at you dead on, and as he drags his eyes down the centerline of your form, he licks his lips. He’s curious what you really look like. You assume that he can’t make out much of you from those baggy sweats. But he seems sure that he’ll like whatever’s inside. His smile hangs open for most of the journey, and when he drags his eyes back up again, finding yours, he bites his lip, pushing it out before settling into an amused pout.

You feel safe. But when he speaks, there’s more bass in his voice.

“No. I just wanted to stop by and say that I liked your profile. I wanted to compliment you on your picture.” 

Your turn to blush. Where does your green dress stop again? The bust, just above the cups of your bra? The skirt, mid-thigh? How much have you shown?

He likes the searching that your eyes are doing. Flustered you is even cuter than he’d anticipated. Just a little more.

“And now, I want to ask you out on a date.”

Trying to swallow your pounding heart down your throat distracts you from the conversation. How did your heart get outside of your body? How do you still feel it everywhere within? Are you going to choke? You usually do.

“Date?” you rasp.

Taehyung presses his lips together, trying not to laugh. “How’s tomorrow night? You free?”

You nod. “Free.”

“Can I pick you up for dinner? Around six?”

You nod again. “Six.”

“Cool.” He turns and takes a step. Incredible how much fresh air just that one step gives you. You take a deep breath. 

But then he turns back to you, holding your gaze. He’s never encountered energy like yours before. He isn’t sure how to handle it. Is he supposed to handle it? He kind of just wants to let it wash over him. You seem so quiet. Then again, so does he.

His eyes fall to the ground.

When he says, “Night,” he lets his eyes aim for yours again, like two darts seeking bullseyes.

And then he looks back at the floor with that dangerous smirk. 

You catch sight of your bitten pinky when you move to swing the chain lock back into place.

When you open the door to the bathroom, Yoongi looks so small to you, sitting there in the dry tub, legs pretzled, palms on his knees, shoulders hunched, and mouth agape. 

“Did you hear?”

“Every word.”

“What?” You raise your eyebrows at the silence bouncing off the tiles. “Well?”

He smiles brightly at you. “Well, I think I’m a genius. That’s what.”

Yoongi certainly has good taste. You’ll give him that. Cappuccino brown isn’t something you usually gravitate toward, but it turns out that it suits your skin tone and your shiny, coiffed hair. The cut shows off your elegant lines and curves without making you feel insecure. And it matches your comfy nude heels.

The one thing he’s initially unsure about is your makeup, but it turns out that he’s got a knack for that, too.

“Hold still,” he mumbles, a slight wrinkle forming at the bridge of his nose.

You stifle a laugh. Who knew Yoongi watched Bob Ross videos in his spare time?

“Seriously,” Yoongi chides, as you giggle at the tickle of the eyebrow brush. “I might end up making happy trees all over your cheek if you don’t stop.”

After a few more minutes, he pulls away. Both of you -- one foot each in the sink, one foot each hanging off the counter -- turn to your bathroom mirror. Yoongi went with a wide sweep of gold on your lids. The liner is the most symmetrical you’ve ever seen on your own face. 

“Is that shading?” you ask. “Do I look skinnier?”

“That’s bronzer,” Yoongi replies.

“I get that painting and understanding light helps in this scenario, but how did you know what to use?” you ask, looking down at the various compacts and brushes he’d bought with your money and brought over.

“Recon, Kitt.” He swivels his hips and hops down from the counter. “If you do your research, you can do just about anything.”

You certainly hope so. After you give Yoongi a quick hug goodbye, you start going over the details about Taehyung that you’ve been studying. And not just the ones that he shared on the app. The ones that you found when you stalked his social media. 

He doesn’t skimp on the pictures, that’s for sure. The earliest ones you could find were from his senior year of college. You appreciate how his cheeks have filled out. How his shoulders have broadened. How much more meaningful his gaze has become, now that he’s seen more. And the more that you see, the more that you want.

You know you’ve tailored your questions well when you rightly anticipate how he answers. Once you get past the easy stuff, like birthplaces, schools, general interests and hobbies, and a long detour about Tannie that you need to pinch your thigh to get through, you hit the real challenge. 

Family’s been a big theme. He’s online so much with them that his icon’s status stays green. Two younger siblings, one girl and one boy. Loving and doting parents. A huge group of aunties, uncles, and cousins. A memorial album for his grandmother that he and his family still post messages to regularly. 

Tilting your head, you say, “Can I ask what happened?”

Heart attack, you think.

“A heart attack,” Taehyung says sadly. He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly through his nostrils.

“I’m so sorry,” you reply, voice heavy.

You do as Yoongi told you and keep your palm open on the dinner table. Taehyung’s thumb grazes your well-manicured pinky. His hand looks so big compared to yours.

“That’s OK,” he replies.

“Must’ve been hard.”

“It was.”

You stay silent for a brief moment, heeding Yoongi’s initial words. But you can’t help adding, “I can’t tell if you want to talk about it or not. But I don’t mind listening if you do.”

Yoongi didn’t mention that in his directions. You aren’t sure if it’s the right thing to say. But your heart thumps a little when Taehyung lifts and places his hand on yours, fiddling with your fingers a little as he talks. 

“Our family has an album, and we post messages to her.”

Every week, you think.

Taehyung smiles. “Sometimes I post as frequently as every week.”

“What do you usually write?” you ask.

This week’s post was about work, you remind yourself.

“I got Employee of the Month recently,” Taehyung laughs sheepishly. “A little thing, but…”

You think of his message to her. How he hopes that little things like that still make her proud. You shed a couple of tears at his earnest words and wonder if the ache in your heart matches the one that he writes with.

“One she would have shown off to her friends, I’m sure,” you reply.

Taehyung looks a bit dazed when you say it. He puffs his chest out and resettles in his seat with less of a slump, smiling warmly at you.

You grin back, and you feel a little guilty that it’s more a winning smile than an empathic one. It’s not like Taehyung needs to be able to tell the difference. What does it matter, so long as he scoots his chair in closer and loops his fingers between yours?

Your hands only separate when your first and second courses arrive at the table. By the time dessert comes around, you don’t bother.

They intertwine again three, or maybe four?, hours later when you’re walking home from the bistro that he suggested. It has quickly become your favorite place, and it’s just two blocks over. New, and hidden in plain sight. 

Like him.

“We’ve been talking a lot about me,” he reflects. “What about you?” 

“What about me?” you parrot.

The first of the three slick moves that end your evening is the way he swings your interlocked hands behind his back and wraps your arm around his solid, thick waist. You lean against him and smell another whiff of his scent, something spicy, yet clean. His clothes are as well-tailored as your questions, and you’ve been eyeing the ripples of muscles against his French-tucked, button-down shirt. It’s another thing completely to feel them against you, flexing in his trademark stride. You feel your body moulding to the spaces between his ribs, and you dare to rest your head on his shoulder as he rests his forearm on your hip.

“Are you close with your family?” he asks softly.

Your heels clip-clop like the pendulum of a clock. Don’t wait too long. He’ll know you’re making stuff up.

“Uh, they kinda live far away,” you stammer.

Who even is your family, anymore? People you sometimes see on holidays every other year? Your siblings are more like distant memories of kids you took sink baths with.

And then you think of your and Yoongi’s feet resting against each other in your bathroom.

“But… yeah,” you say, fondly. “Very close.” You giggle. “Family’s very important to me.”

The second slick move is the way that Taehyung hits the 12th floor button with his elbow. It lets him keep his arms around you, guiding you to lean back on him in the elevator.

“What keeps you here, in this city?” he asks. “Y’know. If your family is so far?”

“Work,” you say. It’s not necessarily what brought you out here, but it’s certainly what’s making you stay put.

You nestle into him, and he hums against your temple as he runs his fingers slowly up and down your arm. “Relatable,” he laughs gently. And then he sighs, your hair floating gently in his air. “Connection seems to be pretty important to both of us.”

“Seems that way,” you echo.

“Then I’m glad we met,” he tells you in a voice that’s spicy like his cologne.

Ambling down the path in Taehyung’s firm embrace is a much better way to share hallway space with him than your usual quick march and averted gaze. You’re sorry that you reach your doors, but you’re glad that he chooses to linger.

“Early day tomorrow?” he asks.

You nod. “Unfortunately.” You haven’t even packed all those office supplies yet, and they need to be on everybody’s desks by your usual 6 AM call time.

He smiles. “Mind if I ask you one more question?”

“Not at all.”

He looks down at you, still pinning you to his side. 

“What are you on the app for?”

You raise your eyebrows. You hadn’t anticipated this question. 

“W-what do you mean?” you ask. 

The nerves are starting to return. You start scratching at your shoulder. You wish a knapsack with a parachute were hanging off of it.

“I mean… are you on the app because you want a relationship?” 

He asks quietly. Tentatively. 

But when you look up, there’s peril in his eyes.

“Or are you on the app for a quick fuck?”

You don’t even have time to laugh.

Because the beginnings of the third slick move are happening.

His left hand slides down your waist and to the front of your dress. The fabric of your skirt doesn’t seem to be doing much to stop him. Those thick fingers are rubbing slow circles around your clit, telling it to release those juices that have been easily flowing for him all night, and if you’re being honest, all throughout the night before.

You groan and lunge forward, and he moves to stand behind you. He takes your limp right arm and bends it at the elbow, placing it on the wall between your two front doors. A bump from his woken length jostles you forward, and you feel him moving between the cleft of your pert ass. 

He starts to grunt, and finally, that laugh drags out of your heated core and reforms as condensation on the thin metal lining around your door. 

“This OK?” he whispers in your ear. 

You nod, starting to lose yourself in the fog. When his fingers press down harder, you press your forehead onto the wall. Tiny bumps find homes in your pores. Where there isn’t space, your skin bends back and surrenders.

“Tell me,” he says, hips starting to grind against you now. “What are you on the app for?”

“You.” A tiny groan seeps out of you. “I’m on the app for you.” 

It’s the most honest answer you’ve given all night.

He brings his moist fingers up to your mouth.

“Then let me in.”

You open your mouth and suck, nearly pulling skin from bone. Mumbles of encouragement spike that energy that he’s been lusting after.

“That’s it. Nice and wet.”

He rips his hand from your lips and then looks left and right to make sure you’re still alone. 

And then he lifts the front of your dress and slides his fingers into your pussy, finding your clit as if he had spent all day studying it somehow. He moves up and forward, then back and down, in a straight line from the top of your lips down to your entrance. Your hips move in the opposite motion, and Taehyung revels in the reward that he gets against his hard cock.

“Fuck. That feels so good.”

You turn your head, resting your temple on the paint dampening from your sweat, and eye your doorknob. It would be so easy to go inside. To do the proper thing. The polite thing. To keep this behind closed doors. 

It feels sinfully delicious not to.

“Let me in,” he whispers again.

You arch back, and Taehyung hoists your hips up against his torso bent forward. 

At this point, slick only begins to describe the third and final move, his fingers sliding inside of your pussy’s entrance and stopping at the hilt. A couple of slow pumps shows him the lay of the land. How you curve. Where you swell. Where you’re most sensitive. Most vulnerable. As he feels you, you choke down your weepy, frail voice as best as you can, and Taehyung offers help by covering your mouth with his free hand. If anything’s going to weep, it’s going to be his cock, which is oozing with precum that’s already hastening to the front of the cloth of his black, wool dress pants. 

“Shh,” he coos. “Come nice and easy for me.”

You sigh.

And then you shiver.

And then, you explode, starting to thrash against your wall, the toes of your nude heels scuffing the surface, and being scuffed in return.

You land your left heel adamantly right on Taehyung’s shoe.

“Ahh!” he yelps.

And then he comes, releasing your mouth and holding you tight with both arms at your waist, bent at 90-degrees, supporting himself on the brace you’ve created with your elbows at the wall.

After you catch your breath, you brush your hair back and turn around to face him. You’re surprised to be met with eager, shining eyes, no longer studying you, but more just generally curious about you.

And then he pulls you into a kiss.

At first, you think it’ll be just as rough. Just as stolen.

But you find yourself sinking into soft velvet, plush lips and tongue surrounding you instead of using you up.

He pulls away, and you smirk at the lipstick on his chin. You reach up and wipe it away with your pinky.

Taehyung brightens. He looks like he wants to say something. But then, he decides against it.

Instead, he straightens and pulls his keys out from his pocket.

“We’re doing this again,” he tells you.

You grin. “If you say so.”

He chuckles and flips through the keys on his key ring. Storage. Mailbox. Front door.

“Night,” he says, smirking.

“Night,” you say.

He hangs onto your gaze as he closes the door behind him.

And you realize that you’d dropped your purse at some point.

You bend over to pick it up and find your keys.

You walk into your apartment, lean back on your front door, and slide down until your stained skirt meets your hardwood floor.

And you ponder how unfathomable it is.

The possibility that you have just been with Kim Taehyung.

Kittenfishing Masterpost

[oopsabird]

Do you know of any masterposts of things to do to cheer up. I got triggered by something earlier today and I'm struggling and I'm not in a place where "validating words" help

Hi anon. I’m sorry to hear you’re not having a great day. I don’t tend to usually operate as an advice blog (and am not planning to start), but I do also LOVE giving advice, and while I don’t have a masterpost, I think I have some tips that may help you out.

My go-to process when I need to make my brain switch emotional tracks from a state of distress is usually a combination of one or more of these three strategies:

1) I do a Five Things Countdown or other mental centering exercise.

You can find the instructions right here. Sometimes I replace the “one thing you can taste” observation with an affirmation that is counter to my feelings of distress, such as making myself list “one thing that made me smile this week” or “one thing I like about myself” or “one thing I am proud of about myself”.

Take your time, give each observation a few seconds to really sink in, and practice deep, measured breathing while you do so.

Going into a little mental descriptive detail about the objects you observe can also help it feel more concrete (ex: “I see a vase, it is blue with green spirals on it, and holds eight pink flowers and five white ones”), and really slow the world down and ground you to it.

2) I journal out my thoughts or how I am feeling.

I have an actual journal notebook for this, but you can also use the Notes app on your phone, a word doc, a random piece of paper, whatever. The most important thing is to not censor yourself and to simply unload this train of thought you can’t stop having into an external space, which helps process it.

Don’t let shame govern what you write during this exercise — nobody ever has to read these thoughts but you.

If you want, you can then symbolically dispose of the thoughts by ripping up the page, deleting the note, etc, if it makes you feel better. Can be very cathartic!

3) Finally, I put on some kind of audio or visual media which makes me laugh or smile.

This is the “cheer me up” stage. Sometimes I will just skip right to this step if I need an IMMEDIATE mood intervention. The audio/visual nature of this is important for me personally because I find it helps to choose something that is going to play itself out without needing any effort or active engagement on my part — I can just sit there and it happens.

My personal go-to’s for this purpose are upbeat music, standup comedy (especially old favourites that reliably make me laugh every time, like John Mulaney’s special The Comeback Kid, or his Salt & Pepper Diner bit), or my favourite top-tier side-splitting Vine compilations. You will know best what is funny to you personally, however I personally ALWAYS at least chuckle a little at this nonsense (cw: shouting).

The intent with this step is that now that you have centered yourself and processed your thoughts, you want to distract and kick-start your brain into moving on to a different emotional state. In my experience, laughter in particular is GREAT for that, because it creates all kinds of endorphins and it’s hard to think of anything else when laughing your ass off. If you decide to go with upbeat music, consider giving in to the urge to dance should it arise!

If you feel up to it, do some colouring, doodling, or some other kind of physical task while this is happening, to better engage your hands/body and the rest of your brain (cooking food and cleaning stuff is good for this, as are stim toys or physical exercise). Do this “audio-visual stimulation” step for as long as it takes to shift your mood or occupy your time until sleep.

Bonus item: having music on throughout the first two steps can really help to fill the space between your thoughts with something ongoing that has a set emotional tone. That tone can be whatever you feel like you need during this time (stuff that makes you sad, stuff that makes you happy, whatever!).

Anyway, I hope this helps, Anon! 💜

This is just my personal set of what I’ve found to be the most effective quick-intervention strategies. Followers, what do you use to shift yourself out of a crummy emotional state?

PS: When it comes to longer-term responses to Bad Days that are good to have in your back pocket, I’d like to talk a bit about my Baseline Recovery checklist that I made. However, that will make a long post even longer, so I will put that part under the cut for those who are interested.

This is a checklist that I made, which I activate on days when I realize that whatever plans I had for the day have been thrown off-track by one kind of depressive spiral or another. You know, the days where you just feel like a lethargic grimy slug, and realize you haven’t moved or looked up from your phone in six hours, and everything is Garbage but it feels like you can’t get out of that cycle bc you haven’t done any self-care all day? I call that fugue state “Slug Mode”. ADHD brain tricks me into it all the time, especially during the pandemic! Often enough that I decided to make an escape plan for it.

The Baseline Recovery list is designed to step-by-step build me back up to a semi-functional state, by starting with small, simple tasks which are also the most essential for my wellbeing, and then building towards more complex objectives. The goal is to “recover to a healthy baseline state”, hence the title.

Each step puts me in a better space to accomplish the step after it — for example, having water to drink allows me to take my meds, and eating literally anything will give me the energy to get up and do some basic personal hygiene. They build on top of each other like a pyramid.

Even if I only complete two or three steps before going back into Slug Mode, I will still be better off physically and mentally than when I hadn’t done any of the steps at all. That’s why I broke “hygiene” and “food” down into two levels — the first level of each one is very basic “survival mode” stuff, and is based on prioritizing fuel for my body and basic physical comfort/cleanliness, while the second levels are more energy-intensive and “optional”, but have long-term benefits. Even if I don’t manage to shower, brushing my teeth and taking a piss and wiping my face with a baby wipe are still important wins. And even if I don’t consume a single vegetable in this whole process, eating the Pringles from my bedside drawer will still give me more calories to fuel me than I had in my body before.

I also allow myself to skip Sleep, Healthy Food and Level 2 hygiene and go right to Make A Task List if this is the kind of day where time demands we speedrun things, or if I know that I am only going to have the energy for very very basic self-care today and will overwhelm myself by trying something harder. And that’s fine! The point of the list is to ease myself gradually back into the steps of existing. I give myself grace and I am patient with myself.

It doesn’t have to look like this, but I would recommend taking some time when you are in a “good” mental state and writing out a plan you can put into action when you need to bounce back from a bad day. Your list might include steps for mindfulness or emotion management, or anything else you find is any important part of getting your groove back. I have mine laminated and keep it on my bedside table, so that it’s within arm’s reach when I need it. Perhaps a pocket index card, or a note on your phone, might be a more useful format to you!

Trying to plan your way out of a bad mental state when you’re in the middle of it can feel like you’re Sisyphus pushing his boulder up the hill, only to have it roll back down on him. Having a plan ahead of time that you can put into action on autopilot with minimal effort is a lifesaver, would definitely recommend!

Again, I hope this was helpful to you, and I hope your day improves, or that tomorrow is better for you. 💜

[mooifyourecows]

i can’t believe i’m even asking this but did you tag your daichi pringle man fics with a certain tag? or the masterpost? i can’t find it and some people really want to read daichi by fricking bullied by the meme team and bokuto and kuroo i’m so sad that i have to look for it thanks for this really fricking weird ask

I just reblogged the master post for you anon

[ineffable-human]

Good Omens OC Masterpost

What follows is a list of Good Omens OC’s and links to consume content about them. If you want your OC added to the list, just send me a message with their info! Victoria Goddard : Human @ineffable-human Art: https://ineffable-human.tumblr.com/post/186472630384/my-good-omens-oc-victoria-goddard-as-drawn-by-the Fiction: Cardinal Directions All Pointing to the Past: In 1935 Sir Robert Victor Goddard caught a glimpse of the future as he was flying his plane. 84 years later, his granddaughter, a seasoned veteran of time travel, goes back a week to prevent a catastrophe. She enlists the aid of Aziraphale and Crowley, only they're not sure what it is they're stopping, and whether or not it's a good idea. Oh, and heaven's back claiming that Aziraphale is going around performing a great deal of unnecessary and ridiculous miracles. Which he certainly, totally, in any way, shape or form, isn't. Phoenix and Raziel: Demon and Archangel. @no1fan15 Art: https://no1fan15.tumblr.com/post/186479146150/phoenix-and-raziel-from-my-good-omens-fic-an Fiction: An Ineffable Loophole:  A few weeks after the End-of-not-much-to-be-honest something new begins to stir. Nothing world-ending per se but one tends to take notice when a demon and an angel show up and ask you how you pulled off the whole holy water/ hellfire thing. Kaia: Half angel/Half demon @can-of-pringles  Art: https://can-of-pringles.tumblr.com/post/185985041879/ok-i-know-i-already-linked-some-info-but-im https://can-of-pringles.tumblr.com/post/186025332804/kaia-mood-board-appearance-species-angel-and https://can-of-pringles.tumblr.com/post/186005506509/more-colored-sketches-of-kaia-her-hair-looks-like Fiction: Kaia Fics Series:  She’s half-demon and half-angel. She’s agender but her pronouns are she/her. Her parents were taken and killed by Heaven and Hell. Her parents were friends with Crowley and Aziraphale and had asked them to look after her. They adopt her shortly after Armageddon (like maybe a few years after). 

Lilith: demon, NSFW @icecreamsavant Lilith the ex, Lilith the homewrecker. :  Lilith decides to start her world tour in England, Crowley is not happy about this fact, and Aziraphale is bemused surely she can't be THAT bad. 

[can-of-pringles]

My DOTM Faceclaims/Fancast

Maddie Hasson as Vanessa Cleveland

Jacy Perrin as Catty Turner

Priscilla Quintana as Serena Killingsworth

Eiza Gonzalez as Jimena Castillo

Jamie Campbell Bower as Stanton

[I'll add more later]

[cheddar-cheese-pringles]

New masterpost bc these are basically the only few blogs that I still think are important enough to note but I don't want to get rid of my old ones so they will just hide.

Anyways. This is my main. @cheddar-cheese-pringles that's me rn mine

My aesthetics: @myaestheticsiguess that is my second most used account. I have some specific aesthetic accounts but idk how many will make it on this new list.

My NSFW page it is 18+ please? @lingerieloves Don't go if you aren't okay with learning my kinks because you are flying into a brick wall of shit you don't want to know about me if you check this account. Have fun : )

I'll sometimes do video game stuff over hear: @animalcrossing-whore

Witchcraft @witchcrafthooligan

And finally, my personal, that I have almost never used but refuse to give up... @haizeb

[dont-doubt-dopple]

Writing Masterpost

This is mainly me trying to be a little more organized, but here is everything I have written on this platform to date. I feel like people want to read other stuff as a write, as I seem to be growing on this platform and better establishing myself as a Fanfic Writer. It also helps if I want to find a specific fic and don’t want to scroll the entire #dopple work tag to find it. This will be updated, but here you go for now. And yes, I name everything I write. Makes it easier on me. Also, I have a lot, so brace yourself. Note: The x between two characters do not always mean they are being shipped. It just means they are predominant characters in that story

One Shots - Random

Stuck In Your Head - Bryce x Vanoss

And It Hurt - Ohmwrecker

What’s the arrangement here? - Sattelizer x CaRtOoNz

Watch Me Glitch - Evil! Mini Ladd x Delirious

Undead - Sattelizer x Smii7y

Nothing More - Kryoz x Smii7y

Fights and Promises - Vanoss x Wildcat

Different Worlds - Basically x Ohmwrecker

Corrupted - MinixWildcat

I’m ... Alive? - OhmwreckerxCaRtOoNz

Sugary Sweet - BasicallyxSmii7yxOhmwrecker 

A Dangerous Line to Cross - Delirious x Seananners

First Appearance - Smii7y x Mini  

Repeating Cycles - Daithi x Mini

Not EXACTLY Royal - Suni x Mini

Not a Couple I Swear - Moo x Delirious

Tattoos - Mini x Moo x CaRtOoNz

Three Types of People - Mini x Smii7y x Wildcat

Secrets and Spills - Mini x Smii7y x Wildcat

Curse Words - Smii7y x Ohmwrecker

Not Enough Hours - Delirious x Vanoss

Always - Nogla x Wildcat

Pew Pew - Delirious x Seananners

Suits and Star Wars - Delirious x Vanoss

One Shots - Asks

Long Story - Ohmwrecker x CaRtOoNz

You Can Always - Vanoss x Moo

Screwed - Ohmwrecker x CaRtOoNz

One More Song - Vanoss x CaRtOoNz

Whiny - Vanoss x Wildcat

Don’t Let Go - Delirious x CaRtOoNz

Runaways - Ohmwrecker x CaRtOoNz

Fake Names - Vanoss x Delirious x CaRtOoNz x Ohmwrecker

Divided - Vanoss x Ohmwrecker

Repeated Stages - Vanoss x CaRtOoNz

But He’s Not - Vanoss x Moo

The Only Secret - Nanners x Gassy

Missing Context - Nanners x Gassy

Between Languages - Vanoss x Moo

Faking It - Vanoss x Delirious

Bad Day - Ohmwrecker x CaRtOoNz

Distraction Team - Smii7y x Ohmwrecker

(Not) Night Owls - Vanoss x Ohmwrecker

Hiding - Delirious x Seananners

Events

One Shots - Valentine’s Week Of Prompts

(Not Quite) A Secret Letter - Smii7y x Vanoss

Should I? - Kryoz x Ohmwrecker

Unique Spin - Terroriser x Mini Ladd

100% Totally Not Awkward at All. Nope. - Basically x CaRtOoNz

After the Rage - 407 x Panda

Casual AF - Delirious x Nanners

Proud Pringles - Delirious x Vanoss

One Shots - March Week Event

Stereotypical - Terroriser x Mini

Finding Nogla - Delirious x Nogla

One Shots - Because College. That's Why

Miracle - DeliriousxVanoss

Exposure - MinixWildcat

Rookie - Basicallyx407

Puppet on Strings - OhmwreckerxBryce

Behind the Curtain - MinixOhmwrecker

One Shots - Hiding From Myself

Face Revelation - H2O Delirious

The Mystery of Brian - Moo

Crush Unlocked - Ohmwrecker

New School, Same Trust Issues - Seananners

No, No, No, Boyfriend?, No - Terroriser

someBODY Once Told Me - Smii7y

Chaptered Fics

How You Fell In Love With Me (Not-So-Brohm)

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

The End of All Things (Krii7y)

Part 1

Part 2

Imperium (SeaMexican)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Duality (Jekyll & Hyde AU)

Blood // Water 

Star Fire

The New Delusion (Nightmare)

[phantato]

SID 05♪ Rin and Kitties (pt 1)

2 days left until Rin’s birthday!!! soon!!!

Hoshizora Rin SID masterpost

Whoosh~

A stream of cool air blew out of nowhere.

Strange?

On the way home on a certain day at the end of September...

My body felt weird. As Rin was just thinking about that...

Ah… ah… ah—

“—achoo!”

Heh heh heh, I sneezed.

Rin rubbed her nose and……

“Ah— achoo, achoo, achoo, achoo!”

Rin is one of those people who sneezes in a row.

If Kayo-chin, who is always sticking with Rin, sees Rin sneezing in a row, she’ll tease her about it too.

She said Rin’s face will scrunch up and she’ll close both eyes when she sneezes; that face looks just like a newborn kitty~ heh heh heh♪

Aw~ Really, is Rin as cute as a kitty~?♪ Just kidding♥

Just as Rin was thinking about these things...

Meow~

Ah, a kitty! Rin heard a meow from a real cat.

“Oh my, it’s a kitty~ Where are you hiding?”

Rin moved her nose, which was just sucking up mucus earlier, and then bent her waist down, ready to find the kitty~!

Meow~ Meow~

When Rin was looking for it, Rin could still hear a very weak meowing coming from a certain place.

Hm…… it sounds like it’s a really small kitty.

Is it okay, nya?

Maybe it’s hungry, nya?

The kitty couldn’t have… fainted from the summer heat from a while ago, got hit by this autumn wind when it hadn’t even recovered, and then caught a fever?

“Okay, captain! Rin will now begin her journey to find the poor lost kitty!”

Rin saluted, and then got down on the ground to look for the kitty.

“Where are you? Where are you, Rin’s cute little kitty? Don’t be afraid, come out quickly~”

Speaking of the places nearby that cats often appear, it’s that dense hedge by the house with the old tiled roof, or under the cars in the open parking lot, or the super narrow path which is roughly 30cm wide in the middle of a the cement wall in between two houses—

Rustle, rustle.

The uniform’s skirt rubbed against the cement wall and Rin almost got stuck, but Rin still continued to look for the kitty.

Hey~ Come out, come out quickly, kitty!

Rin can share half of her Pringles chips with you~

Nyaa~♪

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Rin really loves cats.

Why?

Rin has loved cats ever since she was little.

Probably because they’re really cool?

Like their soft body, and the ability to jump really high without a running start.

And even if they fell head first, they could still do a really cool spin and land on their feet; as well as their elegant movements, and their upright big eyes.

Ah, they seem to have so much fun playing by themselves, too.

Rin really loves… all these features of a cat.

Every time that Rin sees a cat, she can’t help but to stare at them. When Rin was little, she got lost many times too because she let go of her mom’s hand to chase after a cat.

Mrow~ Meow, meow~!

The cats I met by the roadside always had this intriguing look.

I couldn’t tell if they were interested in Rin or not...

Rin tried really hard to imitate their meows to chat with them; after meowing a few times, they finally softly responded back to Rin. Although they sound pretty helpless.

Meow~

Even though they’re cold, Rin still felt really happy.

Rin stared at the eyes that finally responded back to her. Great, today…… today might be the day I can touch it. Rin slowly approached— but the kitty immediately turned around and escaped.

Dammit! So close.

Cats’ eyes are just like big glass marbles, sparkling and watery. They’re very pretty, but Rin still doesn’t quite get what are they thinking.

Feels like if I keep staring at their eyes, I’ll be sucked in, and it makes Rin thinks she has become one of them, but in the end she still gets straight up dumped by them.

Every time.

Sigh! Rin always thinks about this every time this happens.

Sigh!

It would be nice if Rin could become one with the cats.

Rin has had this thought ever since she was little. It’s like a one-sided crush that is destined to fail, nya~

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That thing... happened one day when Rin hadn’t even hit ten years old yet.

It was a cold night in the middle of winter.

Because it was past New Year’s, the elementary schools’ winter break was about halfway through.

Christmas, New Year’s Eve, and the New Year’s days on January 1st to 3rd that Rin had been looking forward to had all passed. Rin had become like a flat soda.

Rolling and rolling and rolling in the room.

Rice cakes, New Year’s dishes, red bean cake soup, quizzes and punishment games on New Year’s specials— Rin is tired of them~ As Rin was rolling about with her cheeks puffed up, a door bell suddenly rang from the entrance.

“Rin-chan, what… what should we do...“

The person who came is none other than Rin’s childhood friend Kayo-chin; she was wearing a pure white wool hat, shivering all over.

“Whoa~ What’s wrong? Rin wasn’t expecting Kayo-chin at this time. But that’s great, Rin was bored, so let’s eat some rice cakes and play kids’ mahjong—“

Rin said as she opened the entrance door, and reached out to pat the wool on Kayo-chin’s hat.

Huh? It’s so cold— it’s snow!

There’s a layer of light snow covering the top of the pure white hat— it’s the snow that fell in large flakes just now.

The huge dark purple and blue sky behind Kayo-chin is raining white snow that looked like flower petals.

“Ah~ It’s snowing, it should be getting cold! Hurry up and come in, Kayo-chin.”

Even after Rin finished, Kayo-chin still hasn’t moved a single step from the cement floor at the entrance, shivering as she said:

“Rin-chan— what should we do? I think under our house’s storeroom, there’s a bunch of newborn kittens.”

EEEEHH! Newborn… kittens?

Rin still remembers even now, that time she was so shocked her eyes could fly out.

I originally thought Kayo-chin was shivering because of the cold, but the real reason was not even about the sudden drop in temperature at night. It’s from the surprise of suddenly discovering the newborn litter, on top of being in the middle of a snowing winter— it was from the fear that formed after hearing the energetic meowing slowly becoming weaker and weaker.

“I think a stray cat got into our house and gave birth to them. Even though I could hear them since yesterday, today I noticed their sounds were getting softer… the storeroom is in the very cold north side, so I think we need to move them to somewhere warmer… but Daddy and Mommy are not home because of work, and Grandpa and Grandma also went to the town council meeting. Rin-chan, what should we do? The kitties’ noises are already so weak, and it even started snowing now; if this goes on, the kitties might…… they might die...“

Kayo-chin nearly cried when she finished.

Rin silently moved close to Kayo-chin and wiped her tears away.

Kayo-chin didn’t stop Rin, she just closed her eyes holding in her tears.

Rin immediately took a scarf from the hangers and wrapped it around Kayo-chin’s neck.

The gloves and feather-woven coat Rin bought during the new year are getting put into use for the first time too!

“Mommy, I’m going to Kayo-chin’s house! There are newborn kittens!”

Rin yelled at the entrance, and closed the door before even receiving a response. And then immediately inhaled the cold air of the night that hurts deep inside the nose.

Rin held Kayo-chin’s hand and started running.

“Let’s go, Kayo-chin! Super-Fast Express~“

Kayo-chin said to Rin who started running:

“Rin…… Rin-chan, wait up. You’re running…… running too fast—“

Even though I can vaguely hear Mommy’s “You’ll disturb people this late, Rin—“ voice coming from behind Kayo-chin.

But now is not the time for that!

Kayo-chin and cats. Rin’s two most important friends in the world are now in big trouble! Super-Fast Express Number Rin, full speed ahead☆

Comments ♥ Nozomi

So that’s the reason why Rin-chan likes cats~ I like cats too. Cats are sensitive to the energy field of things: like when I’m walking on the street, I also feel that places with cats are hidden with good fortunes. So if I see any cats around the corner, I’ll think that there’s a new spiritual place and follow along. After all, fortune cats have been around for ages. Even though the cat was late and didn’t manage to be listed in the twelve zodiacs, I think their proud solitary attitude is pretty cool too. If I were to keep a cat or dog as a pet, I’d want a cat more♥ I don’t need to take it out for walks too— saves me some work♪

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*cracks knuckles* whew first actual useful studyblr post here we go HOW TO BE A PRODUCTIVE PRINGLE

Disclaimer: I have not used every app or item linked in this post.

Work in a cool, well ventilated area! There’s nothing worse than a hot room frying up your brain

Keep a water bottle, preferably with a straw, with you when you work! Straws can help you drink more water + water keeps you hydrated and thinking clearly! Try not to use a glass of water or plastic bottles and instead purchase (x) a reusable one to help keep the habit

Find some easy and fast exercises or stretches to do while you take breaks! Breaks should be spent off the phone (not doing any other stimulating activities) to rest the brain, + exercising is perfect for that! I personally like to either do the 7 Minute Workout (x) or practice hard yoga poses (x) during my 10-20 min breaks

Gather all of your study materials before you begin working. If you often forget what you need, write lists of materials for certain assignments (essays, math homework, etc.) so you can always remember, + never have to interrupt your studying to get that compass you forgot!

Do not let anyone distract or interrupt you! If you study in your room or anywhere with a door, make or buy something like a sign (x) to hang on your doorknob so anyone who may want to talk to you knows not to. A simple moon or “Do Not Disturb” will allow everyone to see when you are and aren’t available. If you need to, discuss this with your family so they know what you’re doing!

Always plan when you will study. This means making sure you aren’t in the middle of studying when suddenly a friend hits you up with “hey we’re meeting at the mall in 20, like we talked about a week ago, right?!” or when dinner seems all too soon. Keep track of the time so anything you may have forgotten about will not suddenly appear in the middle of your session, it’s super frustrating, especially when you finally find the motivation to be productive!!

Delete distractions on your phone. Sometimes, when you really need it, don’t be afraid to delete distractions, such as social media. I find completely deleting the app more effective than simply logging out, and often times I will replace the app with a place holder, such as this one. Or just search up “useless apps.” Other productivity apps include Forest and Streaks!

These simple tips will help you boost your productivity! Feel free to add any :)

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Face Claims Masterpost

Everyone I know has been named. For the most part I searched pictures looking for defining features so there are quite a few pictures that backsearching doesn’t help much with. Sorry about that.

(This may be updated later.)

Vii: Michael Justin

Liis: Celia Roa

Feó: Alex Pettyfer

Lux: Francisco Lachowski

Matti: Unknown

Ylenia: Unknown

Sirik: Unknown

Igo: Benjamin Lasnier

Autumn: Unknown

Tsumu: Jerry Messing

Fu: Unknown

Summer: Whitney Wells

Salus: Sendhil Ramamurthy

Nat: Yaya Urassaya

Kaethe: Porsche Thomas

Brodie: Christina Perri

Kal: Tyler Blackburn

Rórdán: Brian Robinson

Nabila: Aaleeah Pringle

Sofi: Sacha M’Baye

Drystan: Edd Osmond

Noah: Auli’i Cravalho

White: Aiden Shaw

Red: Evan Rachel Wood

Black: Gillian Anderson

Pale: Adonis Bosso

Grey: Rick Yune

Chancey: Sooyoung Choi

Ellie: Unknown

Tiffany: Tess Cecyl

Ridley: Karolina Babczynska

Sévérine: Hanna Russell

Jules: Marlon Teixeira

Michael: Alexander Skarsgard

Jophiel: Clizia Fornasier

Chamuel: Winnie Harlow

Gabe: Unknown

Riel: Unknown

Raphael: Ranveer Singh

Uriel: Stephen James

Zadkiel: Unknown

Meridel: Unknown

Eros: Unknown

Isaiah: Tyson Beckford

Levé: Joseph Garrison

Queenie: Unknown

Regi: Unknown

Misha: Smeege

Ruby: Lolina Green

Esther: Anastasia Zhidkova

Angelo: Unknown