#this is just one little thing in the fucked time that we are living

[littleheartsong]

Laios x fem or gn reader where she also enjoys monsters but she also enjoys animals (in the mentally ill way). Which leads to them always chatting about them, like chilchuck will be walking by and he'll hear that female hyenas have a penis. He just walks away thinking "what in the fucking fuck was that!?" I imagine they would also stay up late talking about monsters. :D

(↑The big little man learning that information)

i too am mentally ill about animals i could talk about biology for literal hours

laios/gn reader content: fluff. autism-to-autism conversation warnings: casual conversation about killing animals+monsters. mentions of animal genitalia. pretty normal!

"So... what's your favourite monster?"

The sudden question prompted Laios to look up from the delicious aroma of simmering kelpie, probably the one thing to take his attention away from food, while both Chilchuck and Marcille grimaced at what you'd just unleashed.

"My favourite monster?" Laios ponders the question as you nod in confirmation, "Well, Basilisks are pretty cool since they have two heads, though it's thought that the snake head is the actual head." 

"Really?"

"Yeah! Since it's cut in half, the snake head lives longer." His smile widens at your interest.

"I wonder what would happen if you cut a two-headed animal in half. Would one head live longer or would they both die at the same time?" You wonder while tilting your head.

Laios thinks about that for a second; it's a pretty good question! He's only seen two-headed calves in his village, and they didn't live long after birth.

"I think it depends on where it's cut since two-headed animals aren't supposed to have two heads and Basilisks are born that way," he concludes with a nod to cement his statement.

"That makes sense! It probably depends on the animal too; it would be harder for a larger animal like a calf to live longer than something smaller; like a snake," you say.

It appears Marcille has since lost her appetite and absconded from the area to avoid any more of this conversation and tucked into her bedroll, praying to whatever spirits can hear her you will stop soon. Chilchuck is more morbidly fascinated by what you two are talking about. He didn't even know animals could have two heads, and he hopes he never encounters one. Two-headed monsters are enough for him.

"No one can seem t' decide where th' 'ead begins n' ends," Senshi chimes in while preparing dinner.

"So are Basilisks your favourite then?" you ask Laios.

"Huh? Oh!" Laios perks up, reminded of the original question, "They're cool, but not my favourite," He taps his finger to his chin, once again in thought, "I'd have to say Wargs are my favourite," 

You smile at that." Wargs are so cute! They remind me of hyenas or bears, with their big, boxy heads and bulky bodies.

Laios is stunned for a moment; never in his whole life has he heard someone describe Wargs as 'cute'. He'd sooner describe them as 'cool' or 'ferocious'; does that mean you think bears and hyenas are cute too? He could understand bears. They look fluffy, though they also have those big claws. What other things do you think are cute?

"Yeah, they kind of are; they remind me a bit of my dogs back at my village," he says. "They also have really soft fur,"

"Wow! I wanna pet a Warg!" You clap your hands together in delight. "It'd probably bite my hand off, but it'd be worth it."

Warm laughter falls out of Laios' mouth before he can catch it. "Maybe we can find one and pet it together sometime."

Your face breaks into a grin as you sit closer to Laios. "Sounds like a plan! Hey, maybe they're really social, like hyenas."

Laios has to clear his throat, so anything he wants to say doesn't get stuck in there, as a flush rushes to his face. "I don't know that much about hyenas... I've only seen pictures."

That moment is when you really light up. "Oh! They're so cool! Especially spotted hyenas; they're the biggest ones, and they're also called bone-crushing hyenas since can break bones with their bites," and off you go.

"The females are larger than the males, and it's a matriarchal society too! So even the lowest-ranking female is still higher-ranked than the male. Even their penises are bigger!" 

Laios watches you share this information with wide, wondrous eyes. "Wait, their penises?"

"Oh, well, it's not a real penis," you correct yourself. "It's just the clitoris enlarged, but it pretty much acts like a real penis. They mate with it, pee through it, and even give birth with it!"

A pause

"... How does that work?" Laios asks.

"Well-

At that point, Chilchuck silently excuses himself to his own bedroll. He doesn't need to know the details. Birth is excruciating enough as is, but with a- no. No. He shakes his head to get rid of the terrible thought.

Senshi seems interested in listening, though.

[eomayas]

his friends and his dad hate me • chs

pairing: non-idol!vernon x fuckgirl!reader, fwb

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!! angst

synopsis: you broke his little heart, he’s a cry baby. OR, reader excels in the male dominated field of being a female fuckboy! (based off ‘crybaby’ by megan thee stallion)

warnings: p in v, oral (m receiving), fingering, riding, vernon gets his heart broke, reader is not a good person

a/n: i’ve had this in my drafts for awhile and needed to finish it 😭 i love when readers are morally gray or just wrong & bad! pls remember this is just fiction ok thx!

despite the protests from his friends and the little (though extremely loud) voice in the back of his head telling him this is a horrible idea, vernon grabs his car keys and tries to slip out of his apartment. “dude, we didn’t even get to finish the game! get back here!” wonwoo shouts, frustration clear in his voice. it’s bible in their friend group to finish any smash tournament that’s started, and he’s breaking the one and only most important rule.

“later!” vernon says, hand on the door knob. he’s sort of stalling, sort of wants to be told that he has to stay behind. the thing is, he’s pathetic, especially when it comes to you. he’d cross all seven seas to get to you, if you asked.

“she doesn’t even like you!” soonyoung shouts. vernon sighs and rolls his eyes, walking down to the hallway and stopping at the entrance of the living room. five of his friends look at him with mild disappointment and he puts his hands up in surrender.

“first of all, she invited me over so you’re wrong—and secondly, you’d all do the same if you had prospects but you don’t,” vernon says, letting out a breath. it felt good for him to fight back like that, though soonyoungs comment does leave him feeling sort of doubtful. very doubtful, actually, because he knows there’s some truth in his statement whether he wants to acknowledge it or not.

minghao and joshua share a look and vernon sighs. “fuck you guys,” he says.

“yeah, whatever. but don’t come back here crying,” soonyoung says, a shit eating grin on his face. vernon flips him off, face flushing in embarrassment at the memory of him getting so drunk that he cried in mingyus arms at the club over you. they’ve never been able to let it go, bringing it up every time your name is mentioned. it’s mortifying, but a slight wake up call. except he’s not thinking with his head right now.

they all snicker, but minghao manages to give him a sympathetic shrug. it doesn’t do much to alleviate the doubt in his head, but the support is nice. simply put, his friends are not fans of you, and he doesn’t necessarily blame them. your relationship started out rocky and unserious—he was a late night booty call for you and a fill-in boyfriend without the title. he did boyfriend things with you—for you, thought you two were together until you dropped the bomb that you didn’t like him or want him like that. he was crushed, but he played it cool and told you that he wasn’t looking for a relationship anyway. that only made things worse, seeing that you only called him when you wanted some attention, and constantly made him feel like you wanted him.

the crying in the club bit was the straw that broke the camels back for his friends. they had a mock-intervention for him, urging him to delete your number and to find somebody else, but as if you were summoned at the mention of vernon moving on, you’d called him a few days later and got him back where you wanted him. he hasn’t been able to escape you since, caught in some spell or trap you put him under.

“whatever,” vernon mutters, pulling off his cap to run his fingers through his hair. “i’m leaving now.” he declares, urging himself to actually make the move to leave.

he’s halfway to the door when minghao calls out to him by saying, “my therapist would call this self-destructive behavior!”

vernon doesn’t have time to deeply evaluate his behavior as ‘self-destructive’, because he spends the twenty minute drive to your place psyching himself up. that alone should be indicative of the issue with seeing you, but he doesn’t pay it any mind. instead, he bumps his music and drums his fingers against the steering wheel.

it’s not lost on him that he was able to make it to your place without directions, though he forgot how complicated the apartment parking lot was. by the time he finds a spot that he won’t get towed and/or fined in, he’s much later than when he said he’d be at your place.

vernon sends you a quick ‘here’ text before making his way towards the door to your apartment building. he presses the buzzer for your unit, and his pulse skyrockets. in the few seconds that it takes for you to answer, he spirals thinking of every negative possibility of your encounter. what if you really do hate him, like soonyoung said? and, if not, what if he sucks in bed? what if he says something stupid? what if you find out he’s a complete and utter loser?

“vernon?” your voice crackles through the intercom and shoots straight to fast beating heart, halting his mental spiral of doom, and putting him back in the moment. he’s nervous in a different way now. he’s so unsure of himself around you sometimes—which is definitely a sign that he should cut ties with you.

“y-yeah,” he clears his throat quickly, trying to cover up his shaky voice. “it’s me.” his finger nearly throbs in pain from how much pressure he’s putting on the buzzer.

with a loud pop, the door unlocks and vernon enters. he hikes the two stories to your apartment, and by the time he’s at your door he’s mildly winded from how fast he got up there. vernon stalls a few feet from your door to regain his breath (and confidence). he chews on his bottom lip for a second and glances down the hallway and considers making a run for it.

there isn’t much thought put into that, though, because his feet take him in the other direction towards your front door, and he’s raising his fist to send three soft knocks your way. vernon shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and sighs, dropping his shoulders and rolling them back.

you pull the door open and his eyes snap down to you, and he swears his hearing goes out for a split second, because his face feels like it’s on fire and his muscles feel heavy. and then you smile at him, and he thinks he may melt into a puddle in front of your door. “vernon!” you squeal, laughing yourself onto him, legs wrapping around his waist and arms encircling around his neck. “you took forever.” you mumble, capturing his lips in a kiss that he’s been dreaming of for weeks.

vernon silently thanks the universe that he didn’t collapse when you attached yourself to him, and that he had enough sense to hold onto the bottoms of your thighs for support. “traffic,” he lies, walking the two of you into your apartment and kicking the door closed behind him.

he stops walking and the two of you make out for a few minutes. his nerves disappeared the moment you latched onto him. granted, hes a bit nervous, but he doesn’t feel like he’s going to pass out, or like he wants to make a run for it. “you look good, baby,” you purr once you pull back from his lips to really look at him. you run your hands through his short, brown hair and smile at him, and he decides right then and there that all of the pain and suffering you’ve put him through might be worth it, if you keep smiling at him like that.

untangling you legs from his waist, vernon helps set you down and lets his hands drag up your bare legs. your skin is soft like he remembers, and he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his life rubbing and touching it. but your hands make use of pulling down his jacket zipper and subsequently helping him out of his coat, so he unfortunately has to pull his hands away from your thighs.

“have you been working out?” you question, setting his jacket on the back of one of your bar stools. vernon looks down at his own biceps and shrugs. “i lift sometimes, yeah,” he says. you walk back over to him and shamelessly feel him up. he’s still skinny, but there’s muscle in places you don’t necessarily remember him having.

“hmm,” is all you reply—it does a lot to cover up how badly you want to tear him out of his clothes. you grab his hand and lead him down the hallway to your bedroom.

“how’ve you been?” vernon asks. you giggle at his awkwardness and give him a look over you shoulder as you pull him into your bedroom.

“really great,” you push him lightly towards your bed, and crawl onto his lap, lips finding purchase on his neck. you grind down onto him as you suck a purple mark onto his neck. “what about you?” you ask in between kisses, voice slightly breathless.

“uh, fine,” vernon spits out, mind a bit hazy when you slip off of his lap and onto your knees between his legs. “better.” you smile at him sweetly, but your hands make quick work of unbuttoning his jeans. he helps you pull them down to his ankles, along with his underwear.

a soft whimper leaves you mouth at the sight of his semi-hard dick. you press your thighs together and reach forward to grab ahold of his member and start stroking his shaft. vernon looks down at you with parted lips; he feels like he’s in a dream, watching you on your knees below him. you’ve given him head before, but it was conditional. usually, when you felt guilty for something, or knew you made him upset you would suck him off. he tries to push the thoughts away, and succeeds when you wrap you lips around the tip and attempt to take all of him. “fuuuck,” he groans, gripping onto the edge of the bed.

vernon is embarrassed at how quickly you draw out loud moans from him just by massaging his balls as you work your mouth on him. he hasn’t been with anybody else in awhile—and he’s too embarrassed to ever admit that he’s good with just having you, even if he has to wait for you to call him.

“oh, fuck, y/n,” he whines, thighs tensing. he lets go of the mattress to gather your hair and wraps it around one of his hands. you moan against his crotch when he pulls, watery eyes flicking up to meet his own. spit gathers at the corners of your mouth and vernon knows this is an image he’ll never, ever forget. “shitshitshit!” his hips buck upwards and he expects you to pull your mouth off of him to use your hands to get him to his release, but you stay put.

it drives vernon crazy. he comes fast, and he doesn’t have time to be embarrassed because you swallow, and then keep sucking after the fact. he’s never seen you act like this, and you’re a bit shocked at your own behavior—you hadn’t realized you missed him that much.

“y/n,” he whimpers, chin falling against his chest. you take that as a sign that he’s about to pass out, and reluctantly pull your mouth off of him with a pop. a trail of spit mixed with cum follows his cock to your mouth, and it makes you want to give him another blow job, but he looks too spent.

“vernon,” you start, getting off of your knees. he manages to sit upright before falling backwards onto your bed.

“give me a minute,” he croaks. you smile and take a few seconds of your own to catch your breath before you undress completely and crawl onto the bed next to him. vernon opens his eyes and looks over at you. “i wanted to do that.” he whines, referring to getting you naked, and reaches out for you.

you crawl on top of him and settle on his abdomen. his hands moves to your waist and his eyes stray trained on your breasts. you lean down a bit, practically putting your boobs in his face. vernon leans forward and wraps his lips around one of your nipples. he shifts the two of you so he’s sitting up straight, thus shifting you down onto his crotch.

you can’t help but grind yourself against him as he plays with your breasts. he fondles the own that’s not in his mouth, and keeps his eyes on you. you moan softly above him, light little pants leaving your mouth that only encourage him. “nonie,” you whine, running your hands through his hair and gently tugging on the strands. “touch me. i want you to touch me.”

vernon pulls his mouth off of your breast and slides his hand that was on your waist up your spine. he grabs the back of your neck and pulls your mouth down to his own in a messy, heated kiss. he manages to flip the two of you over, propping himself up on an elbow and slipping his other hand between your legs.

“all for you,” you purr when he drags his fingers up your slit, a look of disbelief on his face at how wet you are. “need you, nonie. your fingers, mouth, all of it.” you whine, spreading your legs open for him. vernon liked how vocal you were about what you wanted from him. he wished you were as vocal about other aspects of your guys’ relationship, but he’ll take what he can get.

vernon dips two fingers inside of you, your arousal acting as a perfect lubricant. vernon kisses your neck and chest as he fucks his fingers in and out of you. his thumb presses on your clit and you moan out his name. “more, vernon,” you breathe, gripping onto his hair tightly. “fuck, i want you to fuck me vernon. can you fuck me?” you ask, clenching around his fingers.

his cock jumps at your tone of voice and request. “i can fuck you,” he rasps. he’d rather make you cum on his fingers first, but you wish is his command. he lifts up from you and pulls his shirt off. you rake your nails along his exposed abdomen, applying light pressure. you smirk up at him and he grabs your hand and kisses your palm. it’s much too intimate, but you can’t deny the butterflies it gives you.

“grab a condom,” you remind him, pointing to your nightstand when he grabs onto the base of his dick. he quickly moves to open the drawer, and he tries to ignore the photobooth strip of photos of you and some guy he’s never met is the first thing he sees. he pushes it out of the way and grabs a stray condom, and slams the drawer shut.

he rips open the package and rolls the condom on before grabbing your leg and throwing it over his shoulder and lining himself up. vernon pushes his hips forward and sinks the tip in. “ah!” you gasp at the delicious stretch. quiet as it’s kept, vernon has a big dick and he knows how to use it. it’s unfortunate that he’s hung and is so shy about it—sometimes you wish he’d call you to fuck, rather than you doing it all the time. “fuck, vernon, you’re so big.” his body flushes with heat and he keeps pushing forward.

you suck him in welcomingly. he fits inside of you like you were made to be stuffed by him. he fucks into with a steady rhythm, and each time he pushes inside a moan is pushed form your lungs. vernon can’t keep his own moans contained, moaning our curses with each thrust. it’s dizzying, how turned on he is by you. he feels like he can’t think about anything other than fucking you and staying like this until eternity. he gets the morbid thought that he’d be okay if he died like this, buried inside of you.

“fuck, right there baby! you’re so good to me, fuck!” you shriek, mouth falling open as you look at there the two of you connect. you get lost in watching him disappear inside of you, by the white ring that’s formed at the base of his dick. the sounds vibrate off of the walls; squelching and skin on skin nearly deafening. “fuck me, vernon!” you cry, hips raising to meet his own.

tears brim in your eyes when he pulls your leg from his shoulder and shoves it up to your chest, spreading you open wider and fucking into you at a different angle. “i m-missed you,” he chokes out, shifting his weight to a single arm so he can grope your chest.

“me too,” you pant, chest arching up into his. you chase his lips with your own, wanting to feel as close to him as possible. your mouths press together, but not in a kiss. you pant and moan harshly against each other, his hips rutting into you at a faster, less rhythmic pace.

“i-im close,” he whimpers, placing an open mouthed kiss on the corner of your lips. you whine out his name as he speeds up his pace, your arms sliding up his back. you dig your nails into his skin, definitely leaving scratches. “fuck, you’re perfect.” he whispers, eyes looking into yours.

you whimper and squeeze around him before your release comes crashing over you. “nonie!” you cry, clutching onto him like a life raft as he fucks you through your orgasm. his strokes lose rhythm completely and moments later he’s coming into the condom, stilling inside of you as he does. you almost wish he wasn’t wearing a condom, so you could feel him.

vernon drops on top of you, his arms too weak to hold himself up. you cling to him, hands running through his hair absentmindedly. you don’t mind the weight of him on you, and you especially don’t mind the fact that he’s still inside of you. you have a soft spot for vernon, even though it may not seem like it. he’s the nicest guy you’ve ever been with—much nicer than the guys you’re typically acquainted with—and he’s sweet to you, even when you don’t deserve it. you know you should probably let him go, free him of your games, but something in you won’t let you. and that same something won’t let you like him—love him—how he deserves.

“vernon,” you murmur, rubbing his back.

“hmm.”

“im hot, and you’re heavy,” you say with a soft giggle. he smiles into the sheets and lifts himself up and pulls himself out of you. both of you whimper pathetically at the loss of contact, and laugh at each other seconds later. he drops down beside you on the bed, rolling onto his back. you roll onto your stomach and rest your chin on his chest before resting on your cheek, and he wraps an arm around your waist.

vernon strokes your hair and keeps his eyes on you. if he was a cartoon, his heart would be beating out of his chest and hearts would be shooting out of his eyes.

“you’re staring,” you mutter, rubbing his side.

“because you’re pretty,” he says, hand sliding from your waist to your ass. you roll your eyes and sit up onto your knees and look down at him. you can’t contain the urge to smile or kiss him, so you do both. “you should go pee.” he mumbles, breaking the kiss.

“right,” you say, quickly getting off the bed. no other guy would remind you to pee after sex, but of course vernon does. every single time, too. you wish you could leave him alone.

vernon sits up and grabs his boxers. he pulls them on and stretches his arms above his head, sighing when he feels a pop in his shoulders. somewhere behind him, a phone buzzes once, then twice, then incessantly. he doesn’t know where his phone is, so he digs around in the bed until he finds the source, pulling out the phone from under a pillow. it’s definitely not his, so he feels sort of strange holding it as the name ‘seungcheol’ flashes across the screen.

“what are you doing with my phone?” you ask with an accusatory tone, eyebrows furrowed as you tie your robe.

“i couldn’t find mine, and it was ringing,” vernon says, holding it out to you. you snatch it out of his hand unnecessarily, ready to tell him to mind his business until you look down at the screen and see three texts and a missed call from a guy you’re seeing. it’s not super serious, but you feel bad for vernon having to see it.

“sorry,” you mutter, quickly typing out a response to seungcheol. you try to shove the guilt down as you set your phone down on your dresser. it’s awkward and tense, and you can feel him watching you as you mess around with things on your dresser.

glancing up, you catch his eyes in the mirror and sigh before turning around to face him. you crawl onto the bed next to him and sit on your knees. he won’t meet your eyes, so you try the only thing to bring him back to you.

you kiss his neck and run your hands across his chest. he doesn’t react so you pull your robe open and grab his hand, placing it on your chest and squeezing. “vernon,” you murmur, crawling into his lap. you kiss up his neck, to his jaw, and when you get to his mouth he pulls back.

it’s not his business at all, but he can’t hold back when he asks, “who was that?”

you bite your bottom lip and encircle your arms around your neck. you press your weight into his crotch and bite back a smile when he covers a groan with a throat clear. “he’s just a friend, nonie,” you lie, kissing his cheek. “you have me. all of me.”

he looks up at you with wide eyes, and you feel his cock twitch under your ass. he’s pathetic, and it’s never been more clear to him because he kisses you and palms your breast, pinching your nipple lightly and shoving off your robe. he knows he’s reaches new lows because he lets you push him flat onto the bed and pull his underwear down. when you sink down onto him—with no condom this time—he knows he’s fucked.

you ride him like your life depends on it, like him forgetting that seungcheol ever called is imperative to keeping this thing going between the two of you, because it is. you bring out all the stops, riding him on your toes and telling him things he definitely wants to hear, like how nobody feels better than him, and he’s the best you’ve ever had.

vernon leaves your apartment with clarity on one thing: he understands why his friends can’t stand you.

[amuseoffyre]

Real Pirates

Got thinking last night about Stede and what was said to him in 2x06 and 2x07.

First off, let's look at the Ned Low stuff.

"You know, if you kill me, you are a real pirate. You're not an amateur anymore. See? That's why he likes you. It's because of your bumbling amateur status. You're like a pet, I think."

There's been a running thread of Stede not being a real pirate all the way from S1 - "I'm not a pirate, I'm an idiot" (1x01), "pirates, my arse" (1x02), "what the fuck is you supposed to be?" (1x03), "you will get to see how real pirates operate in the real world" (1x05), "not one of these store-bought kinds" (1x07), "it only applies to real pirates" (1x09).

Ned has fully pressed down on the big red trauma button that other characters have been hammering all the way through S1, that Stede has been trying to ignore, but here and now, he can't: Stede's biggest fear remains that he was not and never will be enough for Ed.

It's not the first time another pirate has compared Stede to a pet either: Izzy, Fang and Ivan all said the same back in 1x06. Whether Stede has put together the pieces about Doggy Heaven, I don't know, but once again, we're shown that here is someone who definitely doesn't understand what is happening between Stede and Ed.

As much as Stede tried to convince himself "I am adequate" (1x02), the fear is still there that he's never going to be sufficient. "I think your life is better without me" (2x01).

Despite Ned saying that Ed wants to keep him an amateur, he's hurt and he's angry and he's seen his crew and his lover put in harm's way, so Ned is never going to get off that ship alive.

But it's also very telling that the instant Stede kills him, he immediately flashes back to one of his biggest and most recurring childhood traumas: the day his father told him that killing was a man's work and that he would never amount to anything because he was a soft-handed weak-hearted lily-livered little richboy.

We see/hear it or have it alluded to in 1x01, 1x02, 1x04, 1x08, 1x09, 1x10, 2x03, 2x06.

Letting Ned Low live - and have the chance to come back for vengeance - was never a choice, but this is the point where Stede has crossed a line he had never crossed before. "Killing. Having to kill" (1x01) sent him into a panic spiral in episode 1 and I have no doubt that if we get/got S3, once the panic and chaos died down, it would have snuck up on him like all his other traumas.

But let's continue into 2x07, where Stede has had a night with the man he loves, knows he's kept him safe, and isn't thinking about that stuff. Only then people start praising him for it. This is the man who hasn't been praised for anything before. He's wanted approval and acceptance his whole life and finally, now, he's got it. "Bonnet's the fuckin' dude".

It overwhelms him completely, much the same way as the attention from the party-ship people gave Ed the dopamine hits and made him escalate his behaviour. Stede starts acting up, showing off and - most significantly - chooses to spend his time in the company of an older man in a blood-soaked leather apron who won't stop telling him how fantastic he is. Our man isn't just wearing his daddy issues on his sleeve, he's taking them out and buying them a drink while they give him their approval.

Which is why Ed's departure comes as such a shock for him. For the first time in his life, Stede is accepted and appreciated. Ed even encouraged him at first, but then Ed's own traumas surrounding the pirate world reared up their ugly head. "I don't wanna go back to the old days, drinking all the time or cutting a bloke's toe off and feeding it to him for a laugh" (1x09)

And it's not that they're at odds with each other is the thing. They're at odds with themselves. Ed is panic-spiralling because he sees Stede stepping so easily into the world that he has come to hate and wants to leave behind. But for Stede, it's not about being a pirate - it's about the acceptance and appreciation of who he is, because he's never actually had that before.

He's behaving in the ways that are getting him the approval he's never had in his life and moving further and further away from "I don't like drinking til I puke or throwing coconuts at peoples' heads". He's becoming the Calico Jack kind of pirate, getting roaring drunk and throwing things - fatally - at people because "then I said a cool thing and people laughed".

Only because they don't talk to each other in ways that they can each understand, Stede is left with the belief that maybe Ed did like him as an amateur and despite doing "a man's work" he is still not enough. Meanwhile Ed thinks Stede really wants this kind of life, when he knows Ed wants away from it, because he has no idea what Stede is getting from it all.

Our lads are both so tangled up in their own fears and anxieties that they don't stop to wonder why the other is acting the way they are. Stede logically knows Ed doesn't want to be a pirate, but can't see why his own behaviour would be upsetting to Ed. Ed is fully aware of who Stede is as a person, yet the fear of him becoming more like the pirates he grew up around is overwhelming because it's been his whole life for so long.

Their own fears are crashing up against each other, but neither of them ever want to talk it through. Stede hides behind politeness and neutrality instead of saying what he's feeling (although he has made big steps on this front in S2) while Ed is so used to masking his real wants and needs in hypotheticals and metaphors.

S3 was going to see all those things come to light. Ed had already made a start, sitting with himself, but there was still more to come. Stede's issues which had been bottled up and tucked away ("that's the worst thing you can do, Frenchie!" (1x01)) but the pressure was building and it was going to fizz out like an overshaken champagne bottle in the end.

OFMD - Childhood Trauma the TV show. aka how to write the impact of PTSD and cPTSD on people and the way it impacts their behaviour, modes of communication and the decisions they make.

[shuttershocky]

Penny for your thoughts about this thread? Just wanna hear some more opinions from people who work in the industry.

I don't want to fucking talk about pricing and monetization and markets and how F2P live service titles have warped the industry beyond recognition anymore.

The insights look good (of course they look good, this guy literally worked with Square Enix) I just can't fucking take it anymore I know what he says before I even finish reading the tweets and it's reminding me of how I started getting into learning game development in 2010-2011? (I don't remember anymore it's been that long) and EVERY SINGLE TALK AND MEETUP AND LECTURE WAS ABOUT MONETIZATION (to be fair, my local industry was a small one that could only really support mobile back then)

I watched all of this happen. I saw how the mobile industry's designs slowly bled out of mobile and into the AAA industry, warping it forever. I was in college when I first learned what minnows, dolphins, and whales were and why your games ought to be fishing for whales. I watched Team Fortress 2 go from a premium game you got all the content at the start to introducing lootboxes (they popularized that shit outside the gacha sphere btw, people blame Overwatch, but TF2 started that trend) to going F2P. I've been an active Dota player since 2012, meaning I was there when the concept of Battlepasses were first birthed into the world during 2013's The International 3 and which made other companies realize live service titles could gain yet another psychological hold on people to add on to World of Warcraft's skinner boxes.

"We are seeing standard singleplayer games no longer able to gain new audiences as they are crowded out by increasingly growing live service titles like Fortnite" "Why would someone spend 60 dollars to play FF16 for 100 hours when they could continue playing Fortnite and Minecraft and Roblox for free where all their friends are"

I have seen all of this before I remember when Overwatch first came out in 2016 a peculiar statistic was that almost every popular title at the time saw their playerbase drop as everyone moved to Overwatch, EXCEPT for Dota 2's because of how hard Valve had captured their audience to the point where they would not play other games. Of fucking course everyone else learned that was actually an incredibly efficient way to make money forever and they should do that too (except Dota was free and had all characters and all game mdoes unlocked for free, but these other games would now ask you for 60 dollars to play as 4 guys with a 100 hr grind for the rest)

I might feel a little unhinged right now because I have worked for two weekends straight and it's a Sunday night (EDIT - put it in drafts and it is now Monday and I am at work) and I'm still at work working on video games and tomorrow will be Monday and another work week working on video games where if we don't sell our upcoming titles my job is toast but fuuuuuuccckkk dude I just wanted to help make things that people would find fun

Capitalism and corporate greed (but I repeat myself) has twisted an industry that was already shitty in the 90s to be something hideous and completely hostile to the idea of creatives being able to make games that are meant to be played, finished, and remembered fondly and even wholly single player one and done experiences like Insomniac's Spider-Man games need to fill themselves up with checklists or else their audience will claim they got ripped off because the time they spent on it was simply not worth the money which STILL happened with Spider-Man 2 anyway

I'm not against live service games as a concept I love seeing a title like Dota get constant support since 2011 (or 2003ish if you want to count the original WC3 mod) and witness it grow and evolve with the times but I hate how it's become increasingly difficult for other games to exist.

I don't actually have a point to make here I'm just rambling. FF7Rebirth was fucking great though (and I hated FF7Remake as a game) so I hope it actually makes its sales target eventually so it doesn't scare Square into adding even more bullshit filler or worse into the 3rd game. I need to play Vincent Valentine with Rebirth's combat system. it's not a want, but a need. A thirst even.

[oneforthemunny]

A song that reminds you of each of your Eddie's + reader- and GO!

ooh wait this is a fun one. ok i had to think about this one but i think i've found them:

boxer!eddie and reader remind me of somethin' stupid by frank sinatra and nancy sinatra. two little black cats in love, and the chorus "and have a drink or two, and then i go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like, "i love you". i can see it in your eyes that you despise the same old lies you heard the night before. and though it's just a line to you, for me it's true and never seemed so right before."

rockstar!eddie and nepobaby!reader will forever remind me of faithfully by journey. i mean, "and lovin' a music man ain't always what it's supposed to be. oh, girl, you stand by me. circus life under the big-top world. we all need the clowns to make us smile. through space and time, always another show. wonderin' where I am lost without you. i'm forever yours, faithfully."

this one is going to be so fucking corny and idgaf!!! but for modern!eddie and mean girl, idk why true love by p!nk always comes to mind. "at the same time, i wanna hug you, i wanna wrap my hands around your neck. you're the only love i've ever known. but i hate you, i really hate you, so much i think it must be true love. just once try to wrap your little brain around my feelings, just once please try no to be so mean."

cowboy!eddie and sweet girl have always and will forever remind me of love is like a butterfly by the one and mother fucking only dolly parton our lord and savior. "love makes your heart feel strange inside, it flutters like soft wings in flight. love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing. i feel it when you kiss me, it happens when you're with me, that rare and gentle feelin' that i feel inside. everyday is springtime, and i am only happy when you are by my side." tbh i could quote the whole goddam song.

bouncer!eddie and bartender!reader this is another corny as fuck on so hold on, but it's you shook me all night long by acdc lmaooo. sexual chemistry through the roof, so much that it's shocking and appalling?? "she was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean. she was the best damn woman that I ever seen. she's one of a kind, she's just mine, all mine." idk it's silly and slutty and fun just like them!

for janitor!eddie and teacher!reader i've always felt like forever by the beach boys is their song. super sappy and romantic and devoted and that's how they are to each other <3 "if every word i said could make you laugh, i'd talk forever. i asked the sky just what we had, it shone forever. let the love i have for you, live in your heart and be forever. forever, i've been so happy loving you."

older!eddie and reader, this one was hard bc i felt like there was so many to chose from, but ultimately i went with the one song that always takes me back to them and that's chemtrails over the country club by lana. the more i listen, the more it's their song bc "go to the market, the kids' swimming pools. me and my sister just playing it cool, under the chemtrails over the country club. meet you for coffee at the elementary schools. we laugh about nothing as the summer gets cool. it's beautiful how this deep normality settles down over me. i'm not bored or unhappy, i'm still so strange and wild. washing my hair, doing the laundry. late-night tv, i want you only. it's never too late, baby, so don't give up."domestic and sweet.

this is also so silly and sweet and the best thing ever but for hockey!eddie and reader i fucking love the song hello, hello by elton john (yes from gnomeo and juliet lmaoooo). "never gonna find anything to change my mind, famous last lines of a fool. hello, hello. my, my, my, what have we here? sniffing all the flowers, running through an autumn shower, compare it to someone else like me." so fucking silly and so romantic like it's them. happy and silly and in love.

and i know you guys are making fun of me and i don't give one fuck bc i know you're about to do it again with this one bc it's coming completely out of left fucking field for these two!! for mafia!eddie and reader... babe i'm saying it, it's i see the light from tangled yes it fucking is. "all that time never even knowing, just how blind i've been. now i'm here, blinking in the starlight. and it's warm and real and bright, and the world has somehow shifted. all at once everything looks different, now that i see you. all those years living in a blur. if she's here, it's crystal clear, i'm where i'm meant to go." and listen, i could write a goddam essay on how this is them, both of them. living their lives before, thinking they're content, until they met the other and now they're confused how they were ever without the other. real ride or die shit.

for dom!eddie and sub!reader, i always think of i don't want to miss a thing by aerosmith lol. really bc they're a little chaotic but they really do love each other sm. true soulmate shit. "i could spend my life in this sweet surrender, where a moment with you is a moment i treasure. i don't wanna miss one smile, i don't wanna miss one kiss. i just wanna be with you, right her with you, just like this. and i just wanna hold you close, feel your heart so close to mine, and just stay here in this moment for all the rest of time." overly passionate and lovey and dramatic which is just their style.

[steam-beasts]

I Love you, I Hate you

Tw; heavily implied verbal abuse

Neither Duncan or Douglas had the best start in their lives. One moment, they're in the workshop, the next; a military railway.

Douglas was the more optimistic of the two, albeit the fact he tended to be horribly anxious and a little bit jumpy. The reason for this was due to the time he spent on the Calshot RAF railway in Southampton, ranging from having to listen to gunshots from nearby practices, always getting yelled at by the sergeants left right and centre. He could never prepare for them, and it never helped that he was nearly completely blind due to not having a face like Duncan. Before he was sent to the railway, he was a confident, outgoing and chatty engine. Unlike his brother though, he's too nice for his own good and restrained on being mean. His kindness continued as he lived on the Talyllyn railway, but after his fateful visit to Sodor, he isn't as nice as before. Specifically towards Duncan.

Duncan, when he was first build, used to be easily annoyed, but didn't have such a bad temper and unfiltered rudeness until he began working on the railway. He was once fairly happy, cheeky, boastful and a little prideful. He was and still is not afraid to be blunt, he's a believer of plain speaking after all! He's seen dead people during his time on the railway and it sickened him greatly. We obviously know what happened when he went to the Skarloey Railway, so I'll say no more. But back on Calshot, he was so much worse than how he acts nowadays.

For their relationship, they were a bit like best friends...at first. Douglas absolutely adored Duncan, having a tendency to sometimes be immediately attached to anyone if he knew them long enough. Even though they were twins, Douglas looked up to Duncan as a "cool older brother" type engine and always chatted away to him, asking how he was, what he thought of other engines at the railway, etc. Duncan used to enjoy Douglas's presence as well, being a little bit more laid-back in conversations with him, and even helped him memorise his paths. Douglas still needed help getting around, even though he had a pinhole of vision.

Things started changing when the next month started. Duncan became more short-tempered, rowdy and rude. Douglas at first passed it off as him being stressed from the people, sounds and sights which he couldn't blame him for as he too was stressed and strained from the work and noises...and painful sensations.

The next month came, and Duncan became a bit distant, not even saying hello back to him. All Douglas got as a response was grunts of acknowledgement or telling him to fuck off or no acknowledgement at all, just silence.

Douglas assumed it was because of the stress again and tried to remain happy, albeit becoming more paranoid. Every night at the sheds, he'd still ask the same questions and Duncan would snap at him more and more, asking "How th' hell can ye be happy?! Are ye stupid?". After that, he'd be hit with a bunch of swears and insults. Douglas knew Duncan was simply angry, so he never actually meant those...right? He never apologized after, though. But that’s ok! Siblings argue all the time.

The words cut deep, but Douglas still tried to remain positive despite the agonizingly harsh noises and screams and insults that got tossed at him during work. It was even more hurtful when Duncan started hating him. He always kept being nice to Duncan, assuring his twin that he still loves him. But he couldn’t understand why Duncan was always cruel towards him. It never helped either that Douglas was the more discriminated one because of the lack of face. He was just an emotionless, dumb machine.

Despite everything during his time there, Douglas always strained himself to be positive. He did try being more mean one time, giving Duncan a taste of his own medicine. But it backfired awfully. Duncan's (back then) explosive temper resulted in him gaining a habit of often saying sorry when he talks.

After moving to Tywyn, Douglas struggled to accept that his brother hated him, repeatedly reminding himself that working on their old industrial railway was very stressful, even for himself. But alas, he had to eventually. It wasn't easy. It was after a small telepathic talk with Midlander that he had to accept the facts. Midlander is a good friend. Douglas slowly began gaining a little bit of resentment towards Duncan after the talk.

Learning that his brother became famous because of Awdry’s books felt like salt was getting rubbed into a wound that never properly healed, because that was EXACTLY what happened to him! It wasn’t fair! The way everyone loved him and only ever saw him when they looked at Douglas...he felt completely in . No one truly liked him and the others for the engines they are.

Hearing the Willie Rushton narration over Duncan’s stories, he noticed that Duncan seemed to have softened up a bit and is just grumpy nowadays, but he was still the same. The faceless twin still saw no end to Duncan’s negativity. There was no true happiness. Just hatred.

It’s been decades since they spoke. Nowadays, Duncan himself had begun looking back on how he treated Douglas. He could never understand how his brother was so happy, but his driver is suspecting that his positivity is a simple mask. Duncan hadn't thought once about his twin or his old railway in years, now he's wondering...

Was he truly wrong for how he behaved back then?

[g3z0]

Boy next door P8

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7

Summary: You move from Florida to Boston in the middle the school year. Being the new kid is hard - being the new kid in the middle of the school year is even harder. Especially if you’re not good in making friends. But suddenly, there’s this boy who lives next door that caught your attention

Warnings: cursing, bipolar mom

-g3z0

I had a stalker for the past few days.

This stalker was much different from other ones tho. Much less direct in their surveillance, but noticeable nonetheless.

Chasey.

At first I thought it was just chasey‘s normal observations. She notices every little thing that changes.

But that’s chasey - always watching.

This time it was a disadvantage for me.

She looked at me differently than usual. There was curiosity and confusion behind her eyes.

It drove me fucking crazy.

The way she did was like she told me unintentionally „I know you’re hiding something.“

The best thing I could do was to avoid chasey.

So I did-

So I tried.

„Are you okay?“

I stopped chewing on my nail and looked up at Olivia.

I cleared my throat slightly and nodded „yeah.“ I shrugged, looking between her and chasey.

Chasey frowned at me and glared at Olivia for a second „dude you’re.. acting all weird .“ she stated.

I shot her a confused look „im not.“ I looked back at Olivia „im the same as always.“ I shrugged it off.

Chasey raised her eyebrows before she leaned back in her seat „alright, anything you say y/n.“

I let out a breathe „seriously. It’s nothing.“

Olivia sighed softly before she grabbed my hand that was resting on my side. „You can tell us if you want to..“

I swallowed.

Right. You remember Nick? The one your best friend hates? Yeah, I jerked off watching him last night.

„it’s nothing.“ I adjusted my backpack „Seriously, I’m fine. Don’t worry.“ I breathed, putting on a smile.

Chasey rolled her eyes before she waved me off „whatever you say.“ Olivia blinked up at me before sighed „okay..“ she whispered, smiling softly.

„You want a ride home later?“ chasey asked looking up at me.

Sometimes I think that’s Chaseys way to tell me she appreciates me.

„I‘ll be fine chase, but thanks.“ I smiled down at her. „I’ll be going.“ I closed my locker.

„Alright.“ chasey and Olivia said in reunion before I stepped away.

I let out a breathe I didn’t even realize I was holding as I walked out of the building, towards the second school building.

I brought my hand up to my face and rubbed it, closing my eyes for a moment.

What am I even doing here?

I couldn’t concentrate the whole day. My mind wandered back to the mess of yesterday - every. Fucking. Second.

Im confused. So fucking confused.

It was a drunk mistake. It was because I was drunk. I couldn’t think straight.

No other reason.

My movements slowed down before I stopped walking.

This doesn’t make sense.

Before I gave it a second thought I turned around, making my way off the school property.

I can’t concentrate either way, so why stay here?

-

I opened the fridge. A disappointed sigh left my mouth as it was empty.

I closed it, making my way to the shelf’s. Everything that was left was two slices of toast and one apple.

I closed the shelf and stepped into my moms room. I knew she was home, her car was outside.

I pushed the door open and blinked at her Siluette, covered in the blankets.

The same position I found her two days ago. It doesn’t look like she even moved.

„mom.“ I spoke, standing in the door way.

Silence.

I took a deep breathe, my gaze wandering around in her room before landing on the sandwich plate that I placed there yesterday.

She didn’t took a bite.

„Did you eat?“ I cleared my throat, pulling my eyes away from the plate back to her. „At least drink something?“

No answer.

My fingernails digged into my palms.

„you need to get up, we barely have any food left.“ I trained my eyes on her.

I made my way around her bed before stopping in front of her.

„Mom.“ I said, this time louder.

She just stared at the wall, no emotion in her face. Blank.

I felt myself getting frustrated.

This isn’t fair. Not for her, not for me.

„Get up.“ I mumbled, pushing her slightly on her leg.

She looked up and met my gaze. Both just staring at each other for a moment. I clenched my jaw.

She turned around so her back faced me.

A frustrated breath escaped my mouth.

„Mom, get up!“ I yelled. She didn’t flinched.

I felt tears starting to fill up my eyes, quickly rubbing the back of my hand over them.

The frustration, the anger, all the fucking sadness was holding on a thread, ready to snap every moment.

I took a shaky breathe before walking out of her room.

I was overwhelmed by feelings.

I made my way to the front door. I need to get away. I can’t. I can’t.

I grabbed the door handle and pulled my door open, almost running into my sweet neighbor.

I stopped my movements and blinked down at Mary-Lou.

She did the same. Her hand and the door bell, looking up at me. „Oh- I just wanted to-" she stopped her sentence and her expression grew more worriedly.

„Sweetie, are you okay?���

And that was it.

Before I could defend myself against it I broke down.

„Oh, sweetheart.“ Mary-Lou whispered softly before pulling me against her.

I buried my face into her shoulder as I sobbed.

-

It was the most humiliating thing ever happening to me - it still is.

My eyes are trained on the floor as I held a cup of tea between my hands.

I didn’t dared to look at Mary-Lou. I was too embarrassed.

She shouldn’t worry about her fucked up neighboor. Neither take care of him.

Mary-Lou sat across from me, smiling assuredly.

„So..“ she spoke up „does it happen often? That your mother.. is like that?“

I licked my lips. „She has her episodes from time to time.“ I explained.

She nodded. I tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling caused by speaking about my mom and shifted on the couch, before bringing the cup of tea up to my mouth.

„Do you have a trusted adult?“ she asked almost hesitantly.

I took a sip of the tea and brought the cup down, shaking my head. „Well- she is my trusted adult.“ I cleared my throat.

Mary-Lou let out a sigh.

I looked up from the ground and let my eyes wander around their living room.

It was furnished comfortably - cozy.

On the walls were pictures of their family. Of Nick as a child and Mary-Lou and Jimmy in their young 20‘s I guess.

I think that’s what a real home should feel like.

„Have you considered talking to the schools psychologist?“

I kept my eyes wandering around the living room, everything to avoid her gaze.

I shrugged, looking down at the cup of tea in my hands.

„im don’t think it’d really help..“ I mumbled.

I felt Mary-Lou’s eyes on me. An awkward silence filled the room.

We heard the front door being opened and someone stepped inside.

„Im home!“ nicks voice echoed through the house.

My heartbeat stopped for a second.

„We’re in the living room!“ Mary-Lou answered him, not even a second later Nick stepped into the living room, his backpack still on.

I met his eyes for a moment before I looked down again. I felt my ears flush out of embarrassment.

„Hey.“ Nick breathed, looking between me and his mother.

Mary-Lou smiled softly at her son „me and y/n just had a quick talk.“ she explained.

I looked up at her and gave her a little smile, thanking her for not telling him what happened.

I set the tea cup down on the table and stood up. „Uhm.. thank you for-" I paused and clears my throat „everything.“ I breathed, looking down at Mary-Lou.

She looked up at me and knitted her eyebrows a little together „don’t you want to stay? I‘ll cook in a minute-"

„No, I appreciate it tho.“ I shook my head and gave her a smile I was capable of doing right now.

She nodded a little in defeat and smiled back „alright, y/n.“

I nodded a little before I walked into the floor, past Nick. I stared at the ground, not daring to look him in the eyes. Not after what I have done that night.

„Y/n.“ Nick walked after me, making me stop.

I looked up.

He stared at me for a moment, licking his lips. „Can we talk?“ he asked hesitantly.

I swallowed a little before I gave him a little nod. „Okay..“

We walked upstairs into his room. I closed the door behind us as he sat down on his bed.

He run a hand through his hair before putting his hands into his lap.

„Im sorry.“ he breathed, his eyes training on mine.

I looked to the side, shrugging „it’s okay-"

„It’s not.“ he cut me off. I looked back at him.

„It’s really not.“ he sighed, shaking his head „im-" he took a deep breathe „I was just.. frightened?“ he tilted his head.

I raised my eyebrows a little before walking over to him, carefully sitting down on the bed next to him.

„Frightened?“ I repeated. He nodded a little, looking down at his lap.

„You and mom were talking about me. And then I felt attacked.“ he shook his head „I'm not so good at opening up - it would be unfair if my mom did it for me..“ he explained.

„And I don’t want you to.. pity me.“ he admitted.

I played with the hem of my shirt between my fingers. „Did you pity me when I told you about my mom?“ I asked.

He turned his head to the side, our eyes locking.

„No..“ he whispered.

My stomach turned.

I tilted my head and gave him a quick shrug.

„You’re Right.“ he smiled a little before turning his gaze away from mine.

„Im sorry for saying that. I didn’t mean it.“

„Im sorry for talking about you with your mom.“

„Im sorry that you’re an idiot.“

„Im sorry that you’re an asshole.“

We both began to chuckle a little and for a moment, everything seemed to be forgotten.

„Do you want to stay? You could sleep over if you want“ he suggested.

„I don’t want to be a burden-"

„You’re Not.“ he cut me off.

My expression softened and I nodded a little „I’d love to.“ I smiled.

Tags! @nathandoesgf @freshloveforthefit @thenickgirl @miloisdone1

[gauloiseblue]

OMG

HOLY SHIT

First of all, reincarnation stories are so *mwuah*

Second, I love the interactive/visual novel/otome game style.

The Endings are so delicious and just makes me want to bite and eat it 😏😏😏.

I love the fact that in true otome game/VN style, the endings all give us little bits and pieces of stuff that fit with each other giving us a nice picture that is still kind of incomplete.

Ending 1 is the meet cute with our hubby (who is definitely not going to kidnap us at the slightest inconvenience like how Megumi summons Mahoraga).

Ending 2 is the one where we get stuff about our childhood and how there's this thing that yadda yadda yadda... we had a friend... NINA, MY BABY IS ALIVE!!! Our former childhood friend wants to marry us awwwww... Someone held us hostage while biting us... Awww... What a nice conversation with one of the women who took care of us Oh look some guy in the shadows (I'm sure that's nothing). This one is actually the first I got.

Ending 3, the “Horror/Bad” Ending, is actually not that bad because technically, all endings are bad because he will always find us. We just get a big question called “What the fuck is going on?”. It's just bad/horror because we're scared :( Also biting kink~

Ending 4 is where we find a super sweet note about love and perseverance. This couple is so sweet and romantic. The woman knows that they haven't been together for so long but she already knows that she's going to be with this guy for the rest of her life aww so sweet. She also talks about how love should be built on patience and to never rush it. She also talks about how this will be her last secret awwwww... Super sweet with no horrifying implications whatsoever.

These endings work well on their own but as you read the other endings you get the answers for the questions you have from the other endings but also questions that not even reading all the endings can answer.

Does that man there's a Golden/True Ending or A Bonus Scene?

Also

NINAAAAAAAAA!!!

MY BABY

YOU MAY HAVE EXISTED FOR A BRIEF IN IOFAB BUT EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Also this fic reminds of one of your art that has König buying reader. Biting kink, my beloved. Something something he would sooner mangle your flesh before letting you go...

[Major spoilers under the cut]

I actually almost made that fic into a game, but I realized it's not worth the effort so I didn't make it XD

Actually, this is how I think of the endings;

Ending 1: Good Ending with a question mark

Ending 2: Bad Ending

Ending 3: Cautionary Ending

Ending 4: Secret Ending

I feel like if you get the first ending, there's a chance you'll live happily ever after with him, especially when you really love him and accept him as he is.

As for the second one, congrats on getting it for the first time XD This is actually my favorite ending, bc it can lead to a continuation.

For the 3rd ending, it's just an attempt to write horror. I always want to bring horror elements to König's fics, because his character does have that potential. Also, it's just an excuse for me to write about my kink so—

I feel like I had to talk about the 4th ending, because it lacks some basic explanations. We all can pretty much guess who's the husband, so I'll skip that part. She and König weren't always this miserable, and the letter was the evidence that they once were a happy couple. But somewhere along the line (the reincarnation), she strayed away from him, for whatever reason. Just as he disagreed with her, he did the opposite of what she'd do if he loved her less than a lover; forcing her to be one.

It's actually a story about irony, because the only way to bind your lover with you is to make them hate you. The reincarnated reader hated to be bitten, so he marked her with his teeth. She didn't like when he's impatient, so he took it to the extreme. But all his actions were rooted from love. He did it because he loved her, he did it because he wanted to be her—in this life or the next. Like, you can find so many ironies in the letters. But I won't point them out bc it's more fun to discover them yourself 😌

Fun fact, the thing about her last secret or whatever implies that König shamelessly read her diaries XD She couldn't keep her secret because he'd just find it and read it. It's also ironic that he always found her secrets—even in the most difficult places—but couldn't find her last secret, which is the letter. That's why the papers were hidden for years inside the music box, until the reincarnated reader discovered it again. Makes you wonder what could've happened if he read the letter. Maybe all these tragedies wouldn't happen.

I'll be honest, I like Nina a lot too. In my head she ran away with the reader in IOFAB, and they lived happily ever after. Like, she deserves so much happiness 😭

Oh, that artwork. Haha… it's just a study on anatomy I swear 💀

[memyselfandmya]

RAW REACTIONS TO JWCT

Spoilers below the cut, and warning it's long. My thoughts are all over the place rn so you'll get more organized posts tomorrow

Ep. 1

“Just the one.” FML

Darius you’re such a funny little guy

“I’m not talking about the island I’m talking about what happened after.” AHHHHHHH. The way this line was delivered and animated.

The family photos on the wall feel so symbolic. 

It’s sad how Darius has to go through this process of grief again.

What’s Brand doing to get himself into trouble?

*soft music plays* “And here with me live are the improbable survivors of the Jurassic World incident, the Nublar Six” CAN YOU HEAR ME FUCKING SOBBING.

Ben scrunched over that little compute please I can’t 😭

What’s especially sad about Darius’ grief is that he’s not just sad and depressed as if he’s accepted her death, it’s that he pushed himself into a sort of state of almost denial where he’s still calling her and stuff.

These raptors are freaky

1st episode over yayyyy

Ep. 2

Not the keys Darius 

The tensionnn

Ben and his driving skills 

Ben’s poor van

Ben still being the well prepared man he is

Ben…I’m concerned what is that board you have going on there

Why are these grown ass men living such horrible lives? Eating canned cheese out of a dirty mug? A spoon in a boot that makes sloshing noise?

Ben back at it w the shaving cream/ whipped cream. 

Darius is so unconvinced

BEN throwing Darius phone out like it was nothing plssss and his reaction 

BROOKLYNN I MISS YOU 

She’s so pretty though

Very ominous great way to emphasize Ben’s paranoia 

These poor traumatized kids

“Is your friend okay?” “No.” PLSS I’m glad he knows it

THE FUCKING FORESHADOWING 

OH THE SUSPENSE 

Ep. 3

Sammy’s ranch is so cuteeee

SAMMY MI AMOR THEIR REUNION IS JUST SO PRECIOUS 

The locs thing omg 

“Have you seen my pitchfork” she asks casually as if she’s a witch hunter during the Salem witch trials 

What do you mean Sammy isn’t talking to her parents 

Their reunion is soooo cute 

Sammy you are a queen and I love you.

FUCK YOU CARL

I forgot we were in Texas lmao

OH MY FUCKING GOD IT’S SAMMY SEEING BROOKLYNN FOR ME 😭 now it’s definitely for sure that Sammy died her hair in honor of B. Brooklynn’s jacket 😭

SAMMY 😭😭😭 “or Yaz pulling away from me”

FUCK OH MY GOD CARLS DEAD

Got me ugly crying 

Ep. 4

Darius’ humor is immaculate 

Everybody’s calling Ben by his full name and I love it

WHAT? GIRLFRIEND??

Nooo the brothers are fighting

Kenji has… downgraded

Oop- no the money loss

Sammy that kick was awesome marry me plz wait no u have Yaz marry her and then marry me

I knew they were fighting but god damn he rlly just shut the door or Darius like that

Kenji I love you dude but take this seriously 

Ooh the tension

Ouch, brooklynns death

Double ouch, Kenji blames Darius. Of course 

OH MY GOD HE’S OUT OF PRISON

“Once you lose my trust, you lose it. Forever.” Damn. Hang on let me go check off Kenji and his daddy issues off my bingo card rq

The girlies aren’t in a good place 😭😭 “why did she say something?” Plssss

I love how Sammy car jacked Ben by tickling him for his keys

Them abandoning Darius with Kenji 💀

I  love the rock climbing scene 

“where were you the night Brooklynn died?” Oop- we’re doing up this now?

OH!? oh

Awww fuckkkkkk 😭

That’s another mark on my card

YAY BROOKENJI IS OVER

but also damn… poor Kenji 

“Wait how do I get back down?” You’re so real Darius 

Aww bumpy noooo

Ep. 5

DANG THAT COMPY GOT SWEPT UP

“Hey that song kinda reminds me of that” *turns music off* oh

“Not taking family advice from a kid who hasn’t called his own mother in over a month.” OH. WERE YOU SILENT OR WERE YOU SILENCED. THE BOYS ARE TAKING SHOTS AT EACH OTHER 

YASAMMY

“Oh yeah, Darius warned me. LMFAO

Ohh she told you Benjamin. No more carob. 

The gyrosphereeeee

Oh fuck this guy whoever you are.

“Free the Dino’s.” YESSSSSSSS 

I had a feeling we’d see kenjis dad

“Did you have Brooklynn killed?” Oh going in hot ig

Oh shit- DAMN BEN AFTER ALL THIS TIME

OK, I feel bad for Sammy because even after all of these years, she makes one mistake by spying for mantah corp and people still kind of hold it over her head, even her best friends. that must suck 

Ooh the tension

“Don’t do the Japanese thing. You know I don’t speak it.” Ooh we’re bringing the culture too! JW ain’t playing 

Oh shit-

YOU DONT MANIPULATE MY SON ANYMORE OH SHITTTTTT

AHHH SAMMMYYYYYYYY

I love how Ben and Sammy take down a Dino abuser just as a little side quest

Aww they’re so cute  OH MY GOD WTF HE’S THE “WEVE GOT A PROBLEM DUDE”???

Poor kenji THATS RIGHT YOU STAND UP TO HIM KENJI FUCK YOU DANIEL

“Im not afraid to get my hands dirty” oh shit-

OH FUCK CAN THEY CAMOUFLAGE??

OHH SHIT

WHO TF IS THAT SHE LOOK LIKE A FUCKING DOLL I WANT MY MOM HELP

FUCK OH MY GOD FUCK WHAT THE HELL

POOR KENJI

THAT CANT BE A FUCKING REAL PERSON

WHO TF IS THAT IN THE CAR??

AWWWWWWWW FUCK KENJI IM SO SORRY

Ep.6

YAZ MY SWEET GIRLY HIIII AWW POOR GIRLY DAMN NOT EVEN A FULL MINUTE IN AND WERE ALREADY BRUNGING IN THE TRAUMA

she’s so pretty thoughhhh

Aww brooklynnn 

AWW THE BABY TALK

Aww the trauma poor baby I just wanna give her a hug

“Any particular reason I’m here and not Sammy?” Ooohh

Awwwww

Yaz I love you. You’re so pretty, and cool, and just a bunch of good things

OH MU GOD THAT PIC OF THEM IS SO CUTE

Are you gonna answer the phone Yaz?

YAYYYY SHE PICKED UP

MY GIRLIES I LOVE THEM

“Wait you’re coming here?” You can hear the panic in her voice.

IM SO GLAD TO SEE YOU YAZ

Yaz is definitely suspicious. 

AHHH THEY SAID THE L WORD

I love this episode already

It’s so amazing that they’re actually addressing their mental health. I don’t think I’ve ever heard children’s shows say the words  traumatizing and ptsd.

Oop. So this is where you live Yaz?

Awwwwww she’s waiting for them AWWWWWWWWWWWW (MORE LIKE A SHRILL SHRIEK) THEYRE REUNITED 

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH IM CRYING 

Awww I love Ben and Yazs friendship so much

Ooh time to drop the news

This place is so pretty and nice and Yaz genuinely seems to be happy. Also she knows people :)

“Benny Boy.” Aww

Sammy is not enjoying this place lmao

“You’re favorite.” Oop-

UH OH IM SCARED I DONT WANT TO SEE THEM FIGHT I THOUGHT I WAS READY BUT I DONT KNOW

WE GIT THE SCENE

BEN GET YIUR GOOFY ASS OFF THE GROUND

IM SCAREDDDDD 

Oh shit

AHHHHH 

OH FUCK FUCK I DONT WANT TO SEE THEM AGRUE DIDNT WE HAVE ENOUGH OF THAT IN CAMP CRETACEOUS 

I love that Sammy is trying to protect Yaz but she is taking it a little too far. Ben is me, I can’t see I’m blinddddd blinddddd blindddd

But also Yaz you didn’t keep in contact?? 

Oh shit Yaz has a point though *shrieking*

Not the fucking time Ben 

I take it back this isn’t my favorite episode I don’t love this episode

Ben struggling to give advice plssss. I love you dude

I love Yaz and Ben’s friendship so much though

“When me and my girlfriend—“ the swoop up, like right Yaz. “I’m sorry girlfriend?” Right. That’s what we’re all wondering

“Why does everyone act so surprised when I say that?” BECAUSE YOU’RE GAY??

OH FUCK OH FUCK PEOPLE ARE DYING OH FUCK RICH DIED

I DONT KNOW WHO HE IS BUT HE IS DEWD. EATEN. GONE OH SHIT POOR YAZ

aww poor Sammy I just thinks Yaz needs some great room. 

Sammy was definitely abt to say “how the hell”

WE GOT THE OTHER SCENE

The little side eye Ben gives Yaz after “big Ben’s got moves” <3<3

OH FUCK THEY ARE TRAPPEDOh dpw is here they got it

the little hand hold <3<3

OH FUCK THE DPW IS NOT THERE THEY DONT GOT IT THE DPW IS MAKING IT WORSE FUCK I HAD A FEELING 

OH FUCK THEYRE FAKLING IN THE WATER

OH MY GOD WTF

Ep. 7

Oh they are under under.

My worst fear lowkey

oh shit…

OH SHIT THEY ARE SO CUTE AWWWW

poor kenji… awww fuck this is so sad. 

Who is this guy??

Uh oh… the dpw

Kenji poor baby

WHAT ARE YALL JUST DOUING SITTING THERE???

Ben really? Ductape

That’s my strong girls 

Nah this shit is terrifying 

Oh thank god 

Oh shit we’re finding out what happened 

Aww a little girl 

Oop corruption… but for a good cause?

Oh shit

How tf did Brooklynn not feel those footsteps?

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

Is Brooklynn actually dead? Moment of truth.

Awww no no no no 😭 Darius fuckkkkk 😢

I can’t believe they actually showed a pool if blood. Brooklynns pool of blood

Wait so they saw her dead body? So she’s actually dead? Or what?

Oh fuckkkkkklk 😖 

STOP 😭

AWWW YASAMMY IS SO FUCKING CUTW AWWWWv

Not the random Italian 😭

OOH FUCK NOT THE PASSWORD UH OH

STFU DUDE

Ben was WAITING to throw those phones

Yaz I love you. “I am so going to haunt them from beyond the grave.”

I KNEW THE ROOM WE SAW WAS BROOKLYNN’S PLACE

Her house is so cuteeee

Please Sammy your voicemail 😭 I love how we’re getting to hear everyone’s voicemail

Awww

Oooh the plot thickens

Oh shitttt BROOKLYNN WTF ARE U DOING?

A FEW MILLION?? PASS THAT ON OVER RIGHT OVER HERE

OH SHIT

Ep. 8

WTF ARE YALL DOING WHY ARE YOU DIRECTLY IN THE CAGE WITH THE DINO ARE YOU ACTUALLY INSANE ATP YOU’RE GIVING IT A FREE MEAL YAZ WTF ARE YOU DOING YALL ARE TESTING FATE RN

KENJI YOU CANT BE SCREAMING LIKE THAT ALSO WTF WAS THAT SCREAM but also I can’t judge that’s me when I see a spider 

Oh I forgot abt all of those voicemails Darius sent

Aw lowkey poor dinosaurs

Who is he?

Kenji you’re such a goofball. Eew no I take it back gagging barfing gross wtf 

No Brooklynn what’d we say abt the baby talk pls no

Yes, Darius I am sufficiently uncomfortable 

Uh oh the boys are tussling I’m getting flashbacks to Ben and Darius 

Awww dariusssss 😭

Camp fam try not to get recognized by strangers challenge quick, start

Damnnn Sammy that was smooth. 

Darius… why are you in that gross ass tub

Camp fam boys try not to be gross challenge 

WHATTT

HANDS TO MY MOUTH IM ACTUALLY SHOOK RN

WDYM “I WAS IN LOVE WITH BROOKLYNN”

I DIDNT THINK THERED BE DINOSTAR WTF

OMG

Please get out of the fucking tub

You don’t know what’s been done in there

Are we just abandoning all self respect we have 

HOLY SHIT

oh is it the video? The video of her death?

Bumpyyyy

Oh fuck… 

YAZ 😭😭😭 “boo.” Please I love youuu

Right, that’s my reaction lmao

Oop Brooklynns mad

Nah cause she stared at that dinosaur for 3 straight up seconds girl has your time on numblar taught you anything??

In my Abby Lee voice: “BROOKLYNN HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING?!”

no wonder your ass got ate

I’m sorry that’s mean.

I love you girly

Oh fuck.

Girly is dead

😭😭😭

“You and me, we’re brothers right?” STOP YOURE BREAKING MY HEART 😭😭😭😭😭

Stoppppp

Will we ever find out why Darius wasn’t there??

Oop dinosaurs 

What’s wrong with bumpy??

AHHHH SHE SAID IT SHE SAID THE CHAOS LINE “maybe not”

“What are you looking at?” Pftttt

Uh oh. He’s dead…

Oh well

Oh now they’re really looking 

“Yeah I don’t like that at all.” Yeah but I loveeee you Sammy 

Ep. 9

Poor Sammy but girl you need to chill

Bumpy???

Awww. I love yasammy and seeing them work through the it issues. ASWWWWWWW

OOH the gangs all here

How tf did Darius and Kenji scale that fence

Oh shit,

Miss ma’am you are too pretty to be participating in nefarious acts like this 

Lmfao “okay we get it you’re a climber”

What did I tell you girl? Way too pretty to be doing this shit

Come on Kenji put those protein drinks to work

Yaz wearing a crop top 🥰

Awww bunny nooo fuck fuck

Awww Ben 💔

Oh fuck no I would not be climbing up there 

the gangs all here

Okay kenji 

Damn Sammy you stay trying to knock kenji out I love you ❤️ 

Also the part where Yaz is covering both their mouths? So badass

Awww reunion how sweet

PFTTT DARIUS 

BUMPY NOOOO 😭

Oh so when they said international they meant international 

Oh shit…fuck… Brooklynn :(

LMFAO BEN

Oh…Ben 

Bumpy…

OH SHIT BUMPY IS SHE HAVING…

OH WAIT SAMMY’S SO PRETTY

FUCK WAIT BUMPY

NOOOOOOOO WTF

OH WAIT WTF

SAMMMYYYY 

STOP FOOLING US

YALL R SO WROMG FOR THAT

LMFA “DON’T THINK ABT IT BUD” 

cmon did you rlly have to ruin the happy moment?

Ep. 10

HOLY SHIT LAST EPISODE 

Oh the plot THICKENS 

SAMMY I LOVE YOU

OKAY BIG BEN OH SHIT BIG BENS DOWN

SAMMY I FUCKING LOVE YOU

OH SHIT OH SHIT THE TENSION IS INCREASING

NOOONOT HER SHE SCARES ME

AHHH I WANNA GO HOME

SHE CANT BE FUCKING REAL 

oh shit…

WAIT so it was the atrociraptors that killed Brooklynn???

OH FUCK HOW IS THIS A KIDS SHOW

YOU KNOW WHERE WHAT!?!?

OH FUCK

OH FUCK IT SMELLS THEM

OH SHIT

OH FUCK?

what if it’s Ronnie?

Oh it’s Mateo okay. 

TORO??

Aww yasammy

DAMN THAT SHOT WAS COOL THE TREX AND THE EXPLOSION 

HE PUNCHED IT 

AHHHHHH YAZ SAMMY YASAMMY OH MY GOD “MY GIRL” OH MY FUCKING GODDDD

NOW THAT WAS A SHOT STRAIGHT FROM TEXAS

THE KICK!?.

OH MY GODDDD HES ABOUT TO DO THE THING 

HES DOING THE THING OH MY GOD THE PARALLELS 

HOLY SHIT THIS SCENE IS INCREDIBLE 

THAT FUCKING ROAR

Oh?? The Broker??

HAHAHA THATS WHAT YOU GET 

WHY IS THIS BITCH STILL ALIVE AND HERE?

OH FUCK BYE BITCH WITH THAT UGLY ASS HAIRCUT 

Lmfao not them shitting on kenjis camper

Are they going to Brooklynn’s apartment?? Abroad?? 

THE LOOKS OF SHOCK ON THEIR FSCES RIGHT BEN THAT WAS MY REACTION 

AWWW NOT THE UNREQUITED LOVE TROPE

AWW FUCK :( :(

YAY WERE GOING ON AN ABROAD JOURNEY 

JESUS FUCK MATTEO 

OH MY GODDDD WERE GOING ON A TRIP IN OUR FAVORITE CARGOSHIP 

RONNIEEEEEE HI DARLING

OH WAIT WTF RONNIE WHATE R U DOING DONT TELL ME…

wait…… is she texting…

Wait wait wait this could be either good or bad but I’m thinking good

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HOLY FUCKING SHIT I WAS RIGHT WE WERE RIGHT RUGHT 

OH MY FUCKING GOD OH MY GODDDDDDDD WE WERE RIGHT 

OH MY GOD SHES ALIVE AND SHE LOOKS SO BADASSS

[seokyris]

𝜗 𝓜e, 𝓔spresso .ᐟ 𝜚

⌗ synopsis — love at first sight is one thing but love at first glance is a whole different story for jake (idol!jake x blk! kpop idol reader — member of æspa)

warnings :: mild cursing, not proofread, the use of “you, your, you’re” instead of i / first person views, in lowercase, my first story so pleaaaase 😭

word count — 939 [funnyface]

you were a foreign idol from the states that had joined the group æspa after a good 3 years of training. you had been known as korea’s foreign beauty and an inspiration to many black kpop idols across the world that there was hope, and you can do whatever you put your mind to. like the black barbie of your time.

but your biggest fan? sim jaeyun. you two had never spoken before, but he was so enticed by you and your visuals. he had spoken publicly about you and how you were one of his idols even though you two were around the same age. this infatuation turned into a little joke between fandoms and even dating rumors which he formally apologized about. throughout the many months to come, he had asked for your number numerous times to which you replied with how you wasn’t really giving any one your number yet

but after many attempts, you had given him your number. you thought he was cute don’t get me wrong, but you just wanted the attention and rumors to stop. but they didn’t. after giving him your number he got asked a question about you

“do you like [__]? are you two dating?” “no, we’re not dating. but i do have her number!” he said with a wide smile on his face as he read more comments like he didn’t just say something that could potentially lead to yet ANOTHER. dating rumor.

in the dorms with aespa that night it was chaotic. “what the fuck.” you exclaimed while karina & giselle showed you the clip “no, [__] he’s obsessed with you.” giselle laughed loudly as winter came up to the three of you. “did you see the clip? there’s like 7 posts about it already on twitter..” you examined winter’s feed hoping what she was saying wasn’t true.. but it was. you sighed heavily as you walked over to your shared dorm. “i’m going to sleep. this’ll blow over by tomorrow… right?” the three girls shrugged as you rolled your eyes contently and shut the door. being greeted by your groups maknae, ningning. who had been watching jake’s live from the beginning

“hey ning.” you huffed, shuffling over to your bed and flopping onto it. “hey, what’s wrong?” “another dating rumor.” she sighed. “look on the bright side, he probably just wants to be friends, try and get to know him more, under, the idol image.” you looked up from your bed and thought for a second maybe she was right — maybe he just wanted to be friends! you whipped out your phone and texted the boy.

“hey jake it’s [__]! just texting to get to know you better, i know i gave you my number but we really never got to speak about our lives outside our careers:)!” you sent the message and awaited a reply. . and, of course, within minutes, he responds ! “hey! sorry, i was a little scared to text you lol!! but yeah let’s talk!!!” you smiled as you kept the conversation going for a couple hours. from the conversation, you had found out what movies he liked, what he liked to be called and his favorite part of doing what he does.

these conversations lasted for months before you two started publicly hanging out and hugging at award shows, which of course, sparked confusion between fandoms & fan bases.

one night, you had been working in the studio for your groups new comeback as you walked back to your dorm to play animal crossing with winter when you see jake already playing, so you texted him “well goodnight to you too” “lol sorry, i haven’t been able to sleep lately..” you frowned at this text “awh why is that?” you replied with a :( emoji at the end. “honestly, i’ve been up thinking about our conversations, i’m so excited to start a new one everyday and i’ve been waiting for forever to finally talk to you and now i can. so i just stay up thinking about you.”

“wanna call?” you risk-fully typed as you almost threw your phone across the room — when you heard a ding! come from your phone. you gasped an hastily looked for it on your bed “sure, [__] let’s call” you melted at this text and called him. you two were quiet for a moment until he spoke up “i’m sorry.. if i came off as a little weird when we first met. when i first saw you i was amazed by you — like you were a goddess that flew in from the states.” he paused inbetween his words before speaking up again. “you really are one of my favorite people right now and i’m glad we’re talking.” you smiled at his confession and replied “thank you, jake. you’re too sweet.” the two of you talked until the morning came and ningning complained about having to sleep in the living room because of the noise.

after that, the two of you had spoken everyday, talking every single hour until he finally confessed, he proposed to be your boyfriend. he came to your dorms and brought flowers for you with a note saying “bf & gf?” it was simple, but you loved it. you texted him immediately after seeing them saying “yes, you can be my boyfriend.” a week later, you had released a solo track called “espresso.” jake listened to it on live and realized the lyrics were aimed at him

“said you can’t sleep? baby i know, that’s that me espresso..!” he sighed and chuckled at the lyrics, this was the start of a long relationship.

[tokillamockingbird427]

bought an xbox one and I'm soo excited to play more cod games (going insane) (I fear I'm hyperfixating on black ops) (like a fool)

anyway

i think hesh is very stingy abt the brother title. like he wouldn't be mean abt it but but he does not like other people calling him their brother he has a brother and its logan !! (kick tries to joke that him and hesh are basically as close as hesh and logan and gets the most vile side eye from them both)

keegan and logan are both bitches w little social awareness so all their interactions are bouncing insults off of each other so for a while everyone thinks they want each other dead

elias is the mother rorke is the dad, obviously

merrick is constantly grumbling stupid complaints abt everything and corners the brothers to talk about The War bcs their soft squishy brains are the only ones not sick of him

neptune and kick have like a 10 year age gap but are as equally stupid as each other

I think kick is like early 30s and was not part of the original 15 survivors but rather Some Guy the ghosts picked up off the side of the road for his IT skills. idk maybe their other guy died

-angel :]

Xbox one gamin time lfg

Pls, that's real. Took his old pals in Viking a solid week of deadeyed stares before they'd stop going "That's my brother" because listen.... Hesh gets they're kidding but he doesn't like the joke. They can call him "Mom" as much as they want tho, he thinks that's funny. Poor Kick lmaoooooo not BOTH of them hitting him with the side eye. Bro vaporizes

Keegan and Logan bitching at each other internally going "This guy speaks my language." and everyone else is like "Are they gonna? Fight?? Should we get someone?! Elias. Elias pls. Get over here." (Literally just two autistic people recognizing each other as autistic and going "Fucking finally some good food.")

Elias has a "Mom" jar where people have to pony up a dollar every time they call him mom and Rorke has a "Dad" jar where HE pony's up money to whoever calls him dad. (Obviously the caveat with Rorke's thing is that is HAS to be a slip up, you can't just "Infinite Money Glitch" him. Though the funnier the slip up is the better the money is.)

Merrick bonds with the boys (accidentally on his part) by bitching about the war. Hesh and Logan (used to their dad telling war stories) just sit there enjoying themselves and asking questions every so often.

Neptune and Kick got one braincell to share and half the time Riley stole it like a tennis ball

"Some random guy" Yeah Keegan was driving them back from an op (late night taco bell run) and ran someone over (Kick) so they shoved him in the trunk but he lived so now he's theirs now. Dibs.

[rabiesshaverr]

Photo from the past

Story: After murdoc and Hannibals bastard father passed away at the age of 54 due to liver failure, someone had to drive down to stoke on Trent to clean out the small house full of a broken past, Hannibal at the moment was in jail for stealing hubcaps or something so murdoc had to do the job.

He jumped into his Winnebago from london and drove all the way down to the small town in England. After 2 hours he was in the small town, stoke on Trent and outside his father's house. He looked at the doorstep with dark memories, Murdoc threw away his cigarette on the wet grass around him and took the keys and went inside to take out boxes of stuff his father once had use for.

It was all grey and dark, holes in the walls and spider webs in the corners of every room. He began grabbing some boxes from the small living room and started his way up to the upstairs to Hannibal and his old room. He went up through the old stairs which made the uncomfortable sound every time you stepped on them but he was used to it and didn't mind, he never did. Murdoc opened the door which led to the old room of his own stuff. He began looking at what boxes he would keep and not when he suddenly noticed a box that said with big black letters that said "Hannibal" murdoc hadn't seen his big half brother since he got arrested which was over a decade ago, he decided to open the box and found alot of memories. The first thing he saw in the box was Hannibals old sex Pistols shirt he always used to steal without asking him, murdoc smiled a little but went back to a neutral face. After looking for a bit he looked closely at the bottom of the box, a photo? Murdoc looked surprised and took up the old photo. It was a pic of Hannibal with his old girlfriend from the days, her name was Claire murdoc remembered and kept looking at the pic.

Suddenly he got a melancholy feeling from the photo and he didn't know why, it just was something with that photo he couldn't explain. It was just Hannibal with his arm around his girlfriends shoulder and nothing more. Murdoc looked at it for some more seconds when he decides to put it in his pocket and continue his organizing. After some hours he was done and put the boxes he wanted to keep in the back of his Winnebago, he turned it on and drove away from the horrible house he didnt want to remember any seconds of anymore, murdoc looked at the back mirror one more time at the house and then back at the photo of Hannibal he had layed on the seat beside him, turned on dio, we rock album and looked back at the long cold road and drove away.

(This is my first fucking fic ever so please don't judge this 🙏🏻🙏🏻)

And btw this is set in 1993-1994, before murdoc formed Gorillaz

[bultaoreunheyyy]

Wrong apartment, bro.

Title: Wrong apartment, bro.

Word Count: 4923

Summary: It’s a stormy Friday night, and Taehyung just wants to sit on his couch and drown out the sound of the thunder with his TV. Someone disrupts his plan by trying to break into his apartment.

Sickie: Jungkook (intoxication, snz/cold, very mild hangover symptoms)

Caretaker: Taehyung 

“What should we do tonight, Miso?” 

Taehyung leans forward and rests his head on folded arms, watching his betta fish swim in lazy circles in his tank across the room. He’s waiting for his kettle to boil so he can make himself a nice cup of tea and sit on the couch under a blanket with his TV on as loud as is reasonable. Not too loud, though. He only wants to cover up the sound of the storm outside, not piss off his neighbors– even though he’s never met any of them. 

“It’s Friday night. We could watch a movie and make popcorn and pretend we’re at the theater.” 

Miso ignores him, per usual.  Heaving a weary sigh, Taehyung straightens up. Rain thuds noisily against his window and he tenses, dreading the thunder and lighting that’s forecasted for tonight, his heart pounding preemptively in his chest at the thought of the disruptive night he’s surely going to have. 

He reaches into his pocket, feeling around until his fingers meet the small plastic case that his earplugs are in, and he drags his thumb back and forth across the smooth surface, trying to decide if he should put them in now or wait a little longer. It’s times like these when he sometimes finds himself envious of Miso, swimming along unaware of the world outside of his tank. He stands and walks over to the fish, peering through the glass, lost in thought for a moment.   

Suddenly, there’s a rattling sound at his front door and Taehyung nearly screams.

“...fucking…open…”

Taehyung can hear a voice of a man, muffled by the closed door, muttering and cursing as the doorknob twists back and forth. He can’t move, back pressed up against the wall next to Miso’s tank, frozen in complete fear because there’s someone at his door, someone trying to break in–

“...I’ll fucking kick it down, I swear…”

With one hand over his mouth and his other clutched to his chest, Taehyung finally springs into action, making his way into the kitchen as quickly and as quietly as he can to grab the nearest thing he can find to use as a weapon– a rolling pin that’s sitting out on the counter from earlier in the day when he had made scones.

There’s a shuffling sound outside. Taehyung creeps closer to the front door, his heart thundering in his chest. 

A smack, like someone hitting the door with an open palm.

The doorknob rattles again. 

Reaching out slowly with one hand, Taehyung grabs the doorknob and holds it firmly. Then, with a deep breath and a rush of courage that comes seemingly out of nowhere, he unlocks and opens the door, rolling pin raised high above his head, and finds himself face to face with the most breathtakingly beautiful man he’s ever seen.

Taehyung’s jaw draws open.

“What the–”

“Aish! Why are you in my apartment?” The man yells, staggering back a few steps. His cheeks are bright red and he’s completely soaked from the rain, shivering visibly even under the shitty little porch light outside of Taehyung’s front door. Even from a few feet away, Taehyung can smell the alcohol coming off the man’s breath. 

“It’s not your apartment!” Taehyung replies, still in shock. “This is my apartment!” 

The man looks down at the key in his hand for several long seconds before he drags his gaze back upward. “Then how did I just unlock the door?” 

“You…didn’t?” Taehyung sighs, lowering the rolling pin and widening his stance in the doorway. “You were just trying your key in the door when I happened to open it.” 

“I think I know where I live.”

“Oh?” Taehyung huffs in disbelief. 

The man sniffles wetly and drags a hand under his nose. He eyes Taehyung up and down, swaying slightly on his feet, and then he takes a step forward– or, he tries to, but then somehow loses his balance just enough to have to counter with a clumsy step backward. 

Taehyung shakes his head, trying to clear his shock and confusion. “Look, you’re clearly drunk. Do you have a phone? Is there someone I can call to come pick you up?”

“I’m not drunk, bro,” the man protests with a pout. “I’m tipsy.” 

“Okay, well, please tip yourself right out of my apartment, bro. Thank you.” 

With an indignant huff, the man opens his mouth to protest further or maybe curse at Taehyung, but instead a mighty, shuddering sneeze barrels out of him, doubling him over and making him stumble forward a step. When he recovers, he’s left standing with his arms wrapped around himself, sniffling and shivering and looking suddenly so very small that Taehyung’s heart clenches.

“Bless you,” he finds himself murmuring, a small part of his brain screaming at him to take care of this man at his doorstep who’s so pathetically unwell it makes his heart clench. 

Taehyung sighs.

He scrubs a hand over his face.

Shit, shit, shit.

“Why don’t you come in for a bit, to dry off? I just brewed a pot of tea.” 

The man stares at Taehyung. His nose twitches, and then his lips twitch like he’s going to say something. Another shiver runs through his body, and he wipes his dripping nose with the side of his hand– Taehyung’s sympathy dies just a little bit at the sight of that, because, gross– and then he huffs out a shaky breath.

“Why are you making tea in my apartment?” 

Taehyung has half a mind to raise his rolling pin again.

“Come in, or don’t,” he says with a shrug, but as he moves to close the door the man nods.

“I’m cold,” he murmurs as he shuffles inside the apartment. 

He looks around as Taehyung closes the door behind them, sniffling and shivering and looking slightly dazed. “Trippy. This is the same layout as my apartment, but shit you’ve got weird decor in here.”

Taehyung grits his teeth, his hand tightening around the rolling pin he’s still holding. “Let me go grab some towels.” 

The man stands by the front door, arms wrapped around himself, until Taehyung returns with a towel. As soon as he takes it, he starts drying his dark hair, clumsily rubbing it over his head and making it stick out in all directions. His sniffling is increasingly in frequency now that he’s inside, and as Taehyung watches him with a frown, considering whether or not he should give an absolute stranger a dry change of his own clothes to wear, the man groans, buries his face into the towel, and then spits out half a dozen wet-sounding sneezes into the fabric.

“S-sorry,” the man mumbles when he’s done, blinking down at the towel in his hands. The tip of his nose is red and his cheeks are even more flushed, as are the tips of his ears. 

“You’re bound to catch a cold,” Taehyung murmurs, clicking his tongue disapprovingly. “Do you live close? You should change out of those wet clothes as soon as possible.”

“Well,” the man says, nose scrunching up, nostrils flaring like he’s fighting off another sneeze. “I thought I lived here, so…”

Taehyung sighs. “Would you like a dry change of clothes, then?”

The man nods, and Taehyung once again makes a trip down the hall.

When he returns from his room, he sees the man standing in front of Miso’s tank, eyes wide as saucers as he looks at the betta fish in awe. He has the towel bunched under one arm, and his free hand is lifted to his face, finger pressed against the underside of his red nose.

Taehyung frowns– if this man sneezes on Miso, there’s going to be a bigger problem than what’s already going on.

“Here,” he says, quickly rushing over. He hands the man the folded stack of clothes along with a box of tissues he had grabbed from his nightstand. “Bathroom is down the hall, on the left.”

Taehyung waits until he hears the bathroom door close before going into the kitchen. Grabbing two mugs from the cabinet, he prepares tea for the both of them and then sits down at the kitchen table and tries to figure out what the hell he’s going to do. It’s not like he has any friends of his own he can call for help or even advice, and the stranger has been entirely unhelpful so far. 

When the man emerges from the bathroom, he’s shivering and his hair is still damp but he’s overall dry and his cheeks are a little less pink. Taehyun hears him hiccup once as he comes into the kitchen and remembers that he’s still likely drunk off his ass. 

He hands him the man a mug. “Is there someone I can call to come pick you up?” He asks, not wasting a second. “Let me see your phone. What’s your name?”

The man takes the tea and cradles it between his palms, sighing at the warmth. “Um, my name is Jungkook.” His voice is nasally now, a hint of congestion present. He doesn’t sit, looking down at Taehyung with a frown. “I lost my phone tonight.” 

Dragging a hand over his face, Taehyung closes his eyes and tries not to groan out loud. When he opens them, the man– Jungkook– is staring at him expectantly.

“Were you with anyone tonight? Will anyone be looking for you? You must live in this apartment complex?” Taehyung gestures towards the bathroom where he assumes Jungkook left his wet clothes. “You have ID on you?”

Instead of answering any of the questions, Jungkook hiccups again, his gaze already wandering to the living room. He carries the tea out of the kitchen, slurping loudly at the hot drink, and makes his way over to the couch.

Taehyung yanks his earplugs out of his pocket and puts them in as fast as he can.

“You put your couch in the exact same spot that I did,” Jungkook says from the living room. “That’s wild, bro!” 

He follows Jungkook into the living room and gets there just in time to see him set his mug down on the coffee table and then half-dive, half-fall lengthwise onto the couch. He’s got a lopsided grin on his face and Taehyung follows his gaze and then immediately knows he’s made the absolute wrong choice in letting this man into his apartment. 

“You have a sheep!” Jungkook slurs, grabbing onto the plushie from the end of the couch and tugging it to his chest. 

“It’s an alpaca,” Taehyung says, jogging around to the other side of the couch so he can take the stuffed animal back, but Jungkook tucks it under his cheek, rubbing his face against it and closing his eyes with a happy sigh. 

“It’s soft, bro.” 

Taehyung gapes down at him, anger pooling in his gut at the sight of Jungkook touching his favorite plushie. 

Jungkook hiccups, and then sniffles, his face scrunching up and his eyebrows furrowing. Without opening his eyes, he squirms around until he’s on his side and pulls his knees up to his chest. 

“Oh fuck me, I’m dizzy,” he murmurs.

And then he promptly passes out.

Loud snores erupt from the dark-haired man as his jaw goes slack and his mouth falls open.

“Okay,” Taehyung says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I did not say you could fall asleep on my couch.” He leans down and shakes Jungkook’s shoulder, but Jungkook only snores louder, face scrunching in irritation at the movement.

“Wake. Up.” Taehyung shakes his shoulder again. Jungkook hiccups in his sleep but otherwise does not stir, and Taehyung glares at him.

A sudden clap of thundering makes Taehyung jump, an embarrassing squeak coming from his throat before he can stop it. Pressing one hand to his chest, he looks down to see that Jungkook is still asleep despite the booming sound.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Taehyung mutters, slightly breathless. His hands are trembling as he reaches down and eases his plushie from Jungkook’s grip, holding it protectively to his chest and frowning when he feels something wet against his skin. When he pulls it away to inspect it, he realizes it’s just the spot where Jungkook’s hair had been touching, leaving a damp patch on the fabric.

It’s the last straw.

Before he can stop them, hot tears are pouring out of his eyes, rolling down his cheeks like a waterfall, and he bites back a sob as he stumbles his way back into his kitchen.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he cries, sinking into the chair he’d been previously sitting in and burying his head in his hands.

So much for his plan to be brave in the face of thunder tonight.

So much for his plan to make himself a nice cup of tea and sit on the couch under a blanket with his TV on as loud as is reasonable.

So much for spending his night completely alone. 

“There’s something wrong with that guy,” he spits out, dragging the back of his hand across his face to wipe the tears away. “Who the fuck doesn’t know where they live?” He’s fully aware he’s talking to himself, but he continues just in case his voice will wake Jungkook up. “Who the fuck gets drunk enough that they try to break into someone else’s apartment thinking it’s their own?” 

There’s a sudden flash of light, and then a loud boom reverberates throughout the entire apartment, scaring the shit out of Taehyung and making him jump in his chair.

“Shit!”

In the other room, Jungkook’s snoring stops, only to resume less than three seconds later, and somehow it’s even louder this time. 

Through his tears, Taehyung spots Miso across the room and huffs out a watery laugh. 

“Oh, Miso,” he says, standing and making his way over to the fishtank. He leans down so he can peer through the glass. “Can you believe this?” 

Taehyung is suddenly so, so tired, but he knows he’s not going to get a wink of sleep tonight between the thunder and the stranger passed out on his couch. Instead he carries Miso’s tank over to his kitchen table and sets it down, then grabs his plushie and plops down onto the chair. As he stares at the colorful fish, he hugs his plushie to his chest and lets a new wave of tears drip down his face.

In the living room, Jungkook snores on.

At some point, Taehyung falls asleep, leaning forward until his head is resting on top of his alpaca plushie like a pillow, flinching awake with every clap of thunder but so exhausted that he’s pulled back down by sleep after each time. 

He jolts awake just after midnight and looks around, confused for a moment why he’s in his kitchen instead of his bedroom before it all comes rushing back to him.

“Great,” he mumbles. “It wasn’t just a dream.” 

He scrubs at his eyes and gazes into Miso’s tank, blinking slowly until he spots the betta fish asleep in his favorite plant in the corner.

“Hope you’re at least getting good rest in there,” he murmurs around a yawn. 

It’s quiet in the apartment, and Taehyung realizes he can no longer hear Jungkook snoring.

“I should go check on him to make sure he’s still breathing, right?” He asks Miso, but Miso is still asleep.

Reluctantly, Taehyung stands and stretches his arms up above his head, wincing at the ache in his lower back he now has thanks to falling asleep at the table.

The light is still on in the living room and Taehyung can immediately see that Jungkook, still asleep, does not look well.

He’s curled up on his side, almost in a fetal position, shivering. There’s a sheen of sweat on his forehead and he’s breathing solely through his mouth, the sound labored and crackly like his nose is stuffed up. He briefly considers calling someone, maybe the 24-hour clinic to at least get some advice, but he already knows from experience what questions they’ll ask and what they’ll tell him to do.

Which means Taehyung gets to take care of Jungkook all by himself. 

“Great,” he groans, but there’s no real heat behind it, not when Jungkook looks so sick.

Taehyung goes to his bedroom to find a blanket, stopping for a quick bathroom break on the way there. He’s surprised to see that Jungkook’s wet clothes are not in a messy pile in the middle of the floor like he had originally assumed, but instead are folded up into a small, neat pile and stacked on the far edge of the counter.

The box of tissues he’d handed Jungkook are in there too, so after he washes his hands he grabs them, along with a warm blanket from his room, and carries them back out to the living room.

Jungkook is in the same position as before. Taehyung lays the blanket over him and then sets the tissues on the coffee table near his head. He hesitates a moment, then reaches out and places his palm on Jungkook’s forehead, frowning at the slight warmth he can feel and unsure if it’s due to the alcohol or something else. 

He goes back to the bathroom, wets a washcloth, and then brings it out and places it on Jungkook’s forehead, frowning when he whimpers and shivers violently as soon as he does.

“Sorry,” Taehyung murmurs, tugging the blanket up over his shoulder and tucking it more firmly around his body. 

Next, he replaces the now cold mug of tea with a glass of cold water from the kitchen, setting it next to the tissue box. He leaves a bottle of painkillers next to it and then, after consideration, hurries to grab a lined trash can to place within easy reach because he is not gonna be able to handle it if Jungkook pukes on his couch.

When Taehyung is done getting everything he thinks Jungkook might possibly need, he reheats his own half-full cup of tea in the microwave and then sits back down at the table. Miso is still peacefully asleep in the corner on his tank and he can hear thunder rumbling in the distance, a sign that the storm has moved on and will be over soon.

As soon as he’s done drinking his tea, he’s so sleepy again he can barely keep his eyes open. His back is already protesting the way he’s leaning forward, hunched over his alpaca plushie, but there’s no way he’s going into his bedroom to sleep when Jungkook is still here and soon he can’t keep his eyes open anymore.

The next time Taehyung wakes up, the lighting is different– it must be early morning, just before sunrise– and there’s an odd sound coming from the living room. 

Taehyung goes over and peeks into the living room to see that Jungkook is sitting up, looking dazed and sneezing into his cupped hands.

“Great.” Taehyung yawns and nudges the box of tissues closer to Jungkook. “You’re awake.”

He puts his hands on his hips as Jungkook sucks in a breath, sneezes once more, and then belatedly scrambles for the tissues. He doesn’t care if he’s coming off a bit grumpy. He is a bit grumpy. He slept like shit, his back is aching, and there’s some stranger still in his apartment– someone that he just let barge into his home and pass out on his couch and now, sneeze all over his living room. 

“You’re sure sneezing a lot,” he comments, and the tips of Jungkook’s ears turn bright red to match his nose. 

“Sorry,” he croaks out.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have gotten so drunk and passed out on my couch with wet hair.” 

Jungkook’s mouth opens and closes in a way that reminds him of Miso. “I–” Whatever he’s about to say is cut off by yet another sneeze, and he shivers violently after, sniffling into a wad of tissues he once again pulls from the box like an afterthought.   

All of Taehyung’s grumpiness is suddenly replaced by sympathy. 

“Bless you,” he finds himself saying, because Jungkook looks so pathetic and miserable. Beyond being obviously hungover, he apparently has caught a cold from being out in the rain. “Would you like me to make you some tea? You never drank yours last night.” 

Jungkook scrubs at his red nose with a tissue and nods, so Taehyung turns around and goes into the kitchen to put the kettle on the stove. 

Jungkook is massaging his temples when he returns with the tea, one hand clutching his belly. He takes the tea from Taehyung without a word and spends a moment blowing on the steaming beverage before taking a tentative sip. 

“So.” Taehyung puts his hands on his hips. “This has been great, but can you please tell me where you live now so I can help you get home?”

Jungkook nods, then squeezes his eyes shut and wraps his arms around his stomach, swallowing thickly. “Uh, yeah. Uh.” He tries to take a breath in through his nose, but he’s too congested and it results in him snorting and then coughing a couple of times. “Fuck, bro.” 

Taehyung resists the urge to roll his eyes.

And then, Jungkook tells him his address, and Taehyung gasps. 

“Can you…can you repeat that?”

Jungkook does.

“You’re telling me,” Taehyung says slowly. “That you live here. At this apartment complex. In apartment #331?”

Jungkook nods. 

“Three-three-one?”

Again, Jungkook nods, raising one eyebrow.

A short, frantic laugh bursts out of Taehyung. “What the actual fuck?”

Before Jungkook can respond, Taehyung stomps to the front door and throws it open, then marches over to the next apartment over, not caring that he’s not wearing shoes.

He looks at the apartment number. 

He glances over towards his own apartment, at the shiny #332 next to his door.

He looks back at the door in front of him.

Sure enough, the apartment next to his is number 331, which is apparently where Jungkook lives and has lived this entire time.

He storms back to his apartment and doesn’t wait until he’s inside to start yelling. “Get the fuck off my couch,” he shouts, not caring that Jungkook flinches when he slams the door shut. “You live next door to me!”

“I…what?”

“You live next door. NEXT. DOOR!” 

Taehyung knows he’s yelling too loudly at this point, but at least he also knows for certain that one of his neighbors isn’t going to be disturbed by it. 

“You tried to break into my apartment, and then you disrupted my night and slept on my couch, and this whole time you live one fucking apartment over!”

Jungkook winces, covering his ears with his hands and digging his fingertips into his temples. “Oh…I’m sorry,” he says, voice barely a whisper.

Like he’s a deflating balloon, Taehyung slumps against the wall and then slides down it until he’s sitting on the floor, arms hanging at his sides and eyes closed as he tips his head back to lean against the wall. He’s panting hard, but even over the sound of his own breath he can hear Jungkook breathing heavily too as he stands up from the couch.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook says again, his voice cracking a bit, and he starts to make his way towards the door, eyeing Taehyung warily as he passes him by. He pauses halfway there, rubbing the back of his neck and sniffing sharply a few times before he glances back. “I’m so sorry,” he repeats, and then he takes a step forward. 

Taehyung isn’t sure if he trips or if he stumbles, but in the next second he’s falling against the closed front door, barely bringing his arms up in time to brace himself from the impact and ensure he doesn’t smack his face against it.

“Whoa!” Taehyung jumps up and rushes over, wrapping his arm around Jungkook’s waist to support him. He’s shocked to feel the heat radiating off his body, which definitely can’t be blamed at this point by alcohol. “Um, let’s get you home, then, I guess.” 

Jungkook’s breath trembles when he exhales. “My keys are in my pocket…uh, they were in my pocket, but I don’t remember where I put my pants,” he whispers.

“Okay.” Taehyung nods. “Can you stand right here? I’ll go grab them.”

Jungkook nods, leaning against the wall and pressing the back of his hand to one of his cheeks. 

Taehyung grabs a plastic bag from under his sink, then hurries down the hall to the bathroom. He finds Jungkook’s keys in the pocket of his pants, and then shoves the still wet clothes into the bag and jogs back to where Jungkook is waiting.

They slowly make their way the short distance to Jungkook’s apartment, Taehyung’s arm wrapped once again around Jungkook’s waist. Taehyung unlocks the door, rolling his eyes when Jungkook’s key easily works in the lock, and then he helps Jungkook inside. 

Luckily, Jungkook was right about them having the exact same layout, so he knows exactly where the bedroom is, and he leads him there. He’s mildly surprised to see that Jungkook’s room is neat and tidy, and not a complete mess like Taehyung had been expecting. 

As soon as Jungkook pulls the covers back and sits down on the bed, his face pales and he wraps an arm around his midsection with a groan.

“Do you feel like you’re going to puke?” Taehyung asks, looking around frantically for a bin or a garbage can or something he can grab quickly, but Jungkook shakes his head.

“No,” he says. “Just dizzy.”

Even though he’s not entirely convinced, Taehyung helps him lie down and then pulls the blanket up to his chest. 

“Thank you,” Jungkook whispers, eyes already closed. 

Before he leaves, Taehyung goes into the kitchen to fill a cup with water, then stops in the bathroom to find a washcloth he can soak with cool water and, since he can’t find any tissues in the apartment, a long length of toilet paper. He rummages around in the medicine cabinet above Jungkook’s sink, but it’s practically bare, and there’s no cold medicine nor fever reducers in sight. 

He brings everything back to Jungkook’s room. He sets the cup of water and toilet paper on Jungkook’s nightstand, then folds the washcloth over and places it on his forehead. He’s pretty sure Jungkook is asleep, although he’s not snoring, and when he reaches down to brush some of the hair back from his face and adjust the washcloth Jungkook whimpers and rolls onto his side. The washcloth slides off his forehead and Taehyung rolls his eyes. He picks it up and presses it to the side of Jungkook’s neck instead, causing him to shiver and turn his face to snuffle unhappily into his pillow. 

“Okay,” Taehyung says, to no one in particular. “I’m gonna get going. Nice meeting you, I guess.” 

Jungkook doesn’t respond.

Taehyung lets himself out of Jungkook’s apartment, closing the door quietly behind him. Back in his own apartment, he climbs into his own bed, still fully clothed, and falls asleep with the events of the past day swirling around in his mind. 

Later that afternoon, there’s a soft knock at the door.

Slightly startled, Taehyung’s heart begins to beat faster as he makes his way over to answer it, because no one ever knocks on his door and he’s not expecting anyone. He turns the knob and opens the door to see a pale, red-nosed Jungkook standing there on his doorstep, bundled up in a hoodie and a thick coat and holding a stack of folded clothes out in front of him. 

“Uh. Hi.” Jungkook gives him a small, timid smile. “I washed these,” he says, voice hoarse. “Thank you for letting me borrow them.” 

The clothes are still warm from the dryer when Taehyung reaches out to take them. 

“Also, I want to apologize…” Jungkook trails off, suddenly looking confused, and a moment later he ducks into the crook of his elbow and sneezes three times in a row. It sounds nothing like the loud, unrestrained sneezing he’d been doing yesterday, much quieter and muffled into his coat sleeve, but it’s also noticeably more sick-sounding. 

“Wow, neighbor,” Taehyung can’t help but smirk. “Sounds like some cold you’ve got there.”

Jungkook chuckles, sniffling and rubbing a finger under his nose, the tips of his ears now bright red. 

Taehyung sighs. “Look, I feel like we got off on the wrong foot. I didn’t mean to yell at you yesterday. I don’t know what your circumstances are.” He pauses, watching Jungkook bite his lip. “Would you like to come in for some tea?”

“Oh– I shouldn’t. I’m sick, I wouldn’t want–”

“Do you not remember the past twenty-four hours? With how much you were breathing all over my apartment, I’m pretty sure both Miso and I are going to catch whatever you have already.”

Jungkook’s face scrunches up in confusion. “Miso?”

“He’s my fish,” Taehyung says, taking a step to the side and glancing behind him, and Jungkook looks past his shoulder until he sees the tank sitting against the wall. 

“Oh, no way! I thought that was a dream!” Jungkook laughs, and Taehyung can’t help but think that his smile is absolutely breathtaking. 

“Anyway. Do you want to come in?” Taehyung asks. 

“Sure,” Jungkook replies, stepping inside. “But just so you know, I really hate tea, bro.”

[keelt9]

Chapter 2

Masterlist

It’s what I like to call my day off; Anton gives me Sunday so I can rest and enjoy the day. I would love to see his face if he knows that instead of going out, I’m sitting in the living room seeing my little sister Mia struggling to brush her hair while we do our daily video call.

“That’s why you should use a conditioner.” Mia is a diver, even though she has practiced since she was 5 years old, she normally is careless with her hair, she takes a deep care of her body but her hair seems to be in another world. Mia keeps making funny faces as she tries to get the comb out of her hair. 

“Auch!” 

Liam even getting his keys, he chooses knocks first, waits for a couple of seconds and opens the door.

“Morning, morning.” Liam enters with my new supplies of ice bags, bigger ones. 

“What about if…” As he passed to the kitchen leaving the bags in the cooler, he noticed who I’m speaking to. “Oh, hi Mia.” 

Mia with a comb stuck in the top of her hair and taking a bite of her sandwich smiles and waves her hand. 

“Hi Coach.” Liam smiles and lets us talk. 

“Show me, show me.” My hands fake the sound of tambourine on the table, Mia takes out a silver medal under her shirt, she got it this afternoon. “Congratulations! Oh, I would love to be there.” 

“I love having you here too, but first you need to recover, I mean, I want the next medal we celebrate be from you, and if I don’t ask too much, a golden one.” Mia is my personal cheerleader and I’m hers, since she was little it was easy to recognize her in my junior competitions for her big pink poster in the crowd.

“Breathe and feel the air in your lungs.” We spoke at the same time, the words our dad always repeated to us when we were so overwhelmed. 

Talking about the king of Rome, we hear him shout for her. “I have to go, I’ll call you tomorrow, ok?” Mia smiles before ending the call, still I was able to see her picking her sandwich and running to dad.

“Hey, you have really cleaned the apartment.” Liam is observing the kitchen and the living room, I stand not before grabbing the ice bag one more time and putting it over my shoulder. 

“It’s my way to pass my free time.” Liam lends his head and his face turns serious. “Come on Liam! Don’t look at me like that, I go out for groceries… Oh! And I found a really nice place where they prepare delicious french toast.” 

He doesn't need to tell me anything just grabs the keys one more time, takes the ice bag from me and drags me out of the apartment. 

“Fuck” I whisper lowing my head not before dropping the scapular to the floor. “Sorry, it's just…”

“It’s ok Y/N, it’s a different exercise, take it easy.” This week the towel is left aside and I start to use the scapular, for a scapular stretch. To be honest I try to use scapulars. 

“Here.” Liam gave me an ice bag, and lately it became my best friend. The ice bags help to reduce the swelling and minimize the pain, always wrap around a towel. “Let us talk a little, I will make sure to call you for a check up.”

That means they will talk about things I shouldn't hear, yet. So, I grab my bottle of water, my phone and the ice bag with me walking straight to the garden. 

“That’s a better hack.” I turn around when I hear Max's voice. My bottle now has a strap avoiding it rolls out of my wrist. 

“Oh, yeah, it makes my life easier.” Max nods and points to the chair next to me. 

“Can I?” I nod so he can sit. “Are you all right? I mean, the ice bag is not a good sign, right?”

“It’s a small inflammation, I’m ok, thanks for asking.” I don’t want to mention right away anything he probably hears the first two minutes someone mentions when meeting him for the first time. 

“You? Are you all right?” My questions take him by surprise but he presses his lips in a smile and nods. 

“Just a little bit of physical conditioning.” The silence that follows, he cut it out with a question. “You mention about being ready, what do you mean?” 

“Amm, well, there is a competition in a year, but the test begins in 10 months, so if I want to be there, first I need to be in the tests. It's a long story.” 

“I love to hear it.” I am getting goosebumps all over my body.

We talked for 40 minutes, in the middle of our talk he already mentioned what he does and his really impressive achievements and his goals, naturally, not trying to brag about just as he’s telling his day by day. 

I felt comfortable talking with him about my goals too, how I terribly miss grabbing a bow and shooting arrows over a field, even allowing myself to tell him things I usually don't tell anyone who I just meet. 

“Y/N, ready?” Liam appears in the crystal doors with my bag over his shoulder and his in the other one.

“I have to go, thanks for listening to me.” The ice bag stops being ice now just a liquid gel forgotten in my lap.

“Please, thanks for hearing me too, Y/N” Max stands with me, however he remains in the garden as I walk where Liam is waiting for me. 

“Ready.” I plan to take my bag but he moves faster and takes it out of my hands. “Is everything alright?” 

Liam smiles and puts his hand carefully over my right arm. “Just good thighs, just good things. So…”

“HEY Y/N!” Max shouts at me. I don’t know if Liam recognizes Max or he is pretending not.  

“I’ll wait for you outside.” Let me alone so Max can reach me.

“It’s ok if I… well… If I talk with you when we meet here, you know, just a simple talk.” 

“Are you really asking me if you can talk with me?” Eyes hide just a little bit between his eyelids, smiling.

Can it be cuter?

“I mean, I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable around me.” He jokes, making me laugh.

“I'm already feeling the pressure.” 

Max’s smile is contagious, now I know that.

That's how our small talk happens every time we meet in the center, varying each one of them; sometimes long, sometimes short but each time I get something meaningful from him and I give him something meaningful from me.

“That's nice! Well done Y/N.” My exercises of internal rotation have been pretty well, the swelling slowly decreases; Anton hopes in a few weeks, we will introduce advanced ones.

A soft knock on the door calls for our attention, one of the nurses of the center told us she has an envelope for me. 

Mia has been sending me photos, not for email, not for a message, a palpable ones; for at least I make the apartment look a little bit like home.

“I have to fill some papers, I’ll wait in the reception.” By the time Liam ends that phrase leaving the room with Anton, the third beep of the call I made was interrupted.

“What about if instead of a boring Sunday shut in your four walls you spend a full package all included for a F1 race?” The train tickets, the name tag with my photo, and a strange brochure from 3 different restaurants are in my hand. 

“Max, I really, really appreciate it…” He won’t let me reject him so easily.

“No, no, wait, let me finish, have you ever been in a F1 race?”

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The Gangsta's Wife (Part 9)

DESCRIPTION: During you're time in the safe house you experience an event that'll likely cause your whole life to change.

WORD COUNT: 3110

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WARNINGS: pregnancy, giving birth, swearing, really bad writing to be honest

DISCLAIMERS

This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

This story does not follow the timeline of the show

You'd been living in the safe house for a little under 2 months now. Celebrated Christmas and the New Year inside of it. You saw the man who delivered you new food every week on a Sunday. Edward his name was. Asking him to buy some specific things for your sisters so they could still have a somewhat normal Christmas, given the circumstances. It was quite nice being the three of you though. Over the winter you spent the short days reading, the long nights playing cards.

It was mid January, like any other Sunday. You sat in the living room. Reading a book. Only a few days left before February came around. Which you were greatful for. This month always seemed to last ages and summer would always seem so far away. A knock at the door. Elizabeth calls out.

"I'll get it" she says cheerfully. You stand up. A weird pain going through you as you stand. Letting out a small huff of air as you rub your stomach. Paying it no mind before walking over to the door. You see Edward outside. Brown paper bag with various bits in as he talks to Liz. Who keeps playing with her hair. You half smile at the scene before waddling over. He sees you, a smile on his face. Different to the one he gave your sister but you pay it no mind.

"You life saver" you say. Holding your hand out for the bag. He shakes his head.

"I don't think you should be carrying anything unnecessarily in your condition" he motions at your rather huge stomach.

"Is it really obvious that I'm pregnant?" he laughs as you comically push your stomach out. Motioning for him to come in. He goes to the kitchen. He'd been here plenty of times before so knew where to go. Placing the bag down onto the side.

"I even managed to get you-" he reaches into the bag. Pulling out two oranges.

"Oh my god yes" you hold a hand out, him passing it to you as he starts to empty the bag. That's when you feel it. The same sharp pain going through your side. You brace your hands on the counter. Furrowing your brow before the pain stops just as suddenly as it had started. Edward watches you

"You ok Mrs Shelby?" you nod. Standing back up again, rubbing your stomach.

"Yeah just peachy. Or should I say-" you hold the orange up again "Orangey". He rolls his eyes.

"I thought the dad was meant to say the bad jokes?" you laugh, starting to peel the fruit. Going to say something but the pain comes back. Harder this time. Ed stops what hes doing. Coming over to you as he steadies you. You bend forward. Grabbing his hand and clinging onto it as if your life depended on it. "Liz call the midwife" you see her running off.

"No" you call out. A small plea in your voice "please don't.... fuck!" you say. Hearing her speaking on the phone.

"Lets get you sat down" he says. Pulling out a dining chair as Liz runs back in, shortly followed by Mary.

"Midwife is on the way"

"Good. Flo just breath"

"What the fuck do you think I'm doing?" you shut your eyes. Rubbing your stomach as you speak in a low whisper. "Please get them out of this room" you say, almost as a sob. He nods. Motioning for your sisters to leave. SHhtting the door behind them to the kitchen. He comes and sits next to you. You dig your nails into the wood of the table.

"We- We should contact my husband"

"I can't do that" you look at him. Focusing on your breathing as you give him a questioning look. "Mr Shelby was very clear on his instructions. We do not contact him no matter what. To keep you, your child, and your sister safe". You chuckle slightly. A shaky breath out as you look away from him. Another contraction hitting you. You bend over slightly. Hand going to your stomach as your nails scratching the table before balling it into fists. Feeling the pain of your nails into the flesh of your palm.

Letting out a crying laugh as the pain subsides. Shaking your head slightly. "I'm having his baby and hes to fucking busy to come and see me"

"Its for your safety Mrs Shelby" you run a hand over your face. Pushing yourself up from your chair. Starting to pace. Ed stands too, hands outstretched like your a stray dog hes trying to tame. "I think you should remain sat down" you shake your head. Swaying on your feet side to side. Hearing the front door knock. Ed stands up. You shut your eyes as you hear the door open. The familiar voice of your midwife being heard.

She walks into the kitchen. Smiling at you as she places a medical bag onto the dining room table. "Its nice to see you again Mrs Shelby" you nod. Breathing deeply through your nose as she continues to speak. "Why don't we go to the bedroom for a little more privacy, hmm?" you nod.

Letting her take your arm as she leads you to the bedroom. You stay standing as she goes and and moves your pillows around for you.You stand as she does so, swaying softly as you shut your eyes. Ed following with the medical kit. She looks at him, taking the kit from him.

"Thank you" she smiles at him. He stands, hands placed neatly in front of him as he watches. She coughs slightly, causing him to look at her "I'm going to have to ask you to leave sir. There's no men allowed in the delivery room"

"I can't do that. I'm sorry ma'am" she turns to face him fully.

"I understand your concern. But my only aim for this visit is to deliver the baby safely. Your men have already checked my person. I am unarmed. Now I need you to leave so that I can do my job" he looks at her.

"I'll be just outside the door. If I hear anything unusual I will make no hesitation to come in here" she nods. Him turning tail and heading out the door. Shutting it behind him as your midwife faces you. A smile back on her face. "Why don't you come and lie down on the bed Mrs Shelby?"

"I don't want to lie down"

"I'll be able to help you a lot better if you lie down and let me have a look at whats happening".

"Is it to late to not have it?" she half smiles.

"Unfortunately so. Come on" she gently takes your shoulders. Leading you to the bed. Helping you up and lie down. Going between your thighs as she examines you. You shut your eyes as you breath.

"You're 4cm dilated"

"6 to go, right?" she nods. You shake your head. Turning your legs to go back over the bed. Standing up and pacing again. Gripping the end of the bed frame as another contraction hits. Screaming out. Dorothy (the midwife) coming over and comforting you. Rubbing firm yet gentle circles onto your lower back. She continues to rub onto your back. Massaging the pain away as best as she could.

"I want my husband" you say in a choked sob. "Please..."

"I can't do that Mrs Shelby. I'm sorry. What you need to focus on is getting this baby out. Do you think you can do that?" you shake your head.

"No. No I cant do it. I cant do this" you grip the bed frame tighter. Crying out again. "I need my husband... Please..." She waits for this contraction to pass before helping you to lie down onto the bed.. Dorothy checks how dilated you are.

"You're at 10cm my lovely"

"What the fuck does that mean?" you say. Hand coming up and covering your eyes.

"It means that you can start pushing for me. Count to 3 and give a really big push. 1, 2, 3 - that's it. Good girl. Do that one more time for me ok? 1, 2, 3 and push. Well done my lovely. The head is out. Hold it there. You're doing so well. Ok. Now do it one more time. Do you think you can do it? Come on. 1. 2. 3. Push. Keep pushing. Keep going. Well done. You did so well"

You pant. Eyes opening as you look. Dorothy clamping the two ends of the umbilical cord. Cutting it. Your eyes follow her as she holds your baby. Her rubbing its back. Unable to hear its cries a fear washes over you. "Is my baby ok?". As if on cue you start to hear its crying. A sigh of relief as she wraps the small human up in a blanket.

"Congratulations Mrs Shelby. You have a beautiful baby boy". You get handed him. A smile on your face as you look at the child you had made.

"Oh my god" you say in a soft whisper. Gently stroking the babes features. You feel Dorothy help clean everything up. Covering your lower regions before opening the door. You cant see it but Edward, Elizabeth, and Mary all wait outside the door. They come in. Edward checking to make sure everything seems well as Elizabeth and Mary rush to your side. Looking at your baby. A smile on your features as you look at the child.

"Have you thought of any names?"

"Yes. We were going to see if it was a boy or a girl first" you look up at her. "We're going to call him Charles" looking back down at the baby. "Charles Shelby" you whisper the name. Closing your eyes as you kiss his forehead.

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5 months had passed. You were still in the safe house. Your midwife had stopped coming regularly around 4 months ago. Although she did tell you that if you had any further questions to contact the doctors. Edward was still coming every Sunday. Delivering you all food as you remained on lock down. Liz and Mary outside in the garden. Happy to be in the summer sun.

You were sat on the living room floor. Holding a toy that Edward had brought you as a gift for Charles. You play with it. Booping it onto the childs nose causing him to giggle. That's when you hear the front door open. Turning to look at the hallway. Edward wasn't meant to come round for another 3 days and the men patrolling your house never came in. You stand up. Picking up your child as you hold him close to you.

Rubbing his back as you make your way to the living room door. Poking your head round you see someone you weren't expecting.

"Thomas..." you whisper his name. Him examining the pictures on the wall. Turning to face you at hearing his name. He smiles at you. His cold stare growing warm as they meet yours. "I- I wasn't expecting you today" he nods.

"I told you I'd come and get you once the threat had been dealt with. So here I am".

"So we're safe to come back home?" he nods. You smile. Hugging the child you were holding close to you. Shutting your eyes as you rest your head against Charlie. "We can go home" you whisper. "We can go home". Kissing the side of his head. You open your eyes. Seeing your husbands eyes on the child your holding.

"Shit" you look between the two of them "shit yes. Tom meet your son. Charles" he comes over fully. The baby staring at him as he gently strokes the babes cheeks. This close proximity you get the scent of whiskey and cigarettes from your husband. The familiarity of it causing you to relax as he smiles at his child. The baby smiling back at him. Mimicking his dads expression.

"I've come to take you, your mum, and your aunties home. What do you say about that, ey?". You kiss your childs cheek before stroking his hair. Turning to Tommy.

"Could you hold him whilst I get the girls and our stuff please?". He nods without hesitation. Hands coming out as he takes your child. A genuine smile on his face as he takes him in his hold. The child looks at you, reaching a hand out. You take it. Kissing the back of his fingers.

"I will be back soon my love" kissing his fingers again. "You stay here with your dad, ok? I'll only be a minute" Stroking his cheek. He looks at his father. The hand you were holding goes to his dads cheek. An unsure but small smile comes over the youngers face. You stroke his hair again. Kissing the top of his head. "I'll be quick".

You're husband drives you all back home. Pulling up outside your house. The back doors open as your sisters get out. You grab the handle to open the car door. Stepping out as you hold your son. Liz and Mary grab your bags as well as their own as the start going into the house. You smile as you look at the familiar building.

Thomas comes over to you. A hand going gently to your upper arm as he looks at you. You turn your head. Meeting his ocean eyes. "I have a present for you". Your brow knits together as you look at him.

"What for?"

"Many reasons. To celebrate our one year anniversary, the birth of our son, Christmas, plus the fact that the threat that separated us is now gone for good" he pauses for a moment. Letting the words hit your ears

"What is it then?"

"That defeats the point of a present if I tell you, ey? All I ask is that you and Charlie get into the car and I'll take you to it" you don't move. Instead just watching him. Trying to read him. It had been a while so you were a little rusty. "Trust me, Florence". You nod slightly.

"I trust you Mr Shelby" he smiles. You move to the side as he reaches behind you. Grabbing the car door, opening it for you as you get in. Shutting it behind you before getting into the drivers seat. Charlie watches your husband as he loosens his tie. Pulling it up and over his head. Turning to face you as he holds it in his palms.

"You still trust me Mrs Shelby?". You look at the tie. Then looking at his eyes. His soft, pulling you in as they scan your features. "Do you?". He repeats. You bite the inside of your lip. Looking at the tie again before nodding. Looking back at his eyes he smiles. You wrap and arm around your son. Holding him close to you as Tommy brings the tie up. Wrapping it around your head and tying it in the back. You reach a hand out. Gently touching his shoulder "Is that comfortable?". You nod. Feeling him shift. The car engine starting. A rumble going through you and the vehicle as you feel it starting to move.

"Where are we going Mr Shelby?"

"You're going to have to wait and see". You feel his hand go to your leg. Squeezing it softly before moving back again. Your hand remaining on his shoulder as a form of security for you.

You're unsure of how much time goes by before the car comes to a stop. He removes your hand from his shoulder. Placing it to join the other one wrapped around Charles. Hearing the door beside you opening. You feel him remove the child from your lap before a hand comes out and takes yours. Helping you step out the car.

"You know, making your blindfolded wife get out of a car whilst she wears heels may not be the best idea you've ever had". A chuckle escapes him. Causing you to smile "Well I'm glad you're enjoying yourself at this image"

"Very much so" he says. You can hear the smirk in his voice as you successfully get out the car. He turns you. Bringing your arms up as he places Charlie back into your arms. Not letting him go fully until he knows you have a good hold on him. Feeling him move behind you. You move your head, tilting it so you can hear him better when he speaks. "Are you ready?". You nod. Feeling his hands come up. Untying the tie around your eyes. Taking it and placing the material in his pocket.

You blink a few times. Eyes becoming re-accustomed to the light. Feeling his hands gently rest onto your upper arms. You hold Charlie as you manage to focus on a house standing before you. No. Better described as a mansion. He leans near your ear. Speaking into it. "Welcome to our new home - Arrow House"

"Our- Did you just say our home?" he nods. His hands still resting on your arms. Holding you as you whisper "This is ours...?" Scared if you speak any louder you might break the magical atmosphere. A smile on his face as drops your arms. He comes round to the front of you. Outstretching a hand, to which you take. Holding Charlie still.

Awestruck as he goes up to the front door. Leading you with him. Opening it you go inside the beautiful entrance way. "Your fucking kidding me" you say. Adjusting Charlie on your hip. Looking up at the grand staircase. He watches you. His hands placed comfortably in front of him. "This is a joke right? This is a friends house that you've borrowed or something"

"I had some spare money left over that I needed to spend. Given the circumstances of your pregnancy I thought it only made sense to buy us a house. One that could accommodate for us"

"Fuck me..." you whisper. He takes out a cigarette. Rolling it over his lips. Taking out a lighter and lighting the end. Drawing a drag from it before removing it from his lips. Placing the lighter back into his pocket.

"We have room for a few maids which should be starting at the end of the week. I've got a few cars to come by to deliver your personal items. They should be arriving later today" he places it back in his mouth.

"You've really set a high bar for presents. You realise that Mr Shelby?" he smiles. Watching as you bring a hand up. Feeling joyfully overwhelmed.

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