#(which is supposed to be just for adults but it's been rainy so like i get why you would want some kids to run off steam)

[mayaflowerxs]

hi hun, if you dont mind can you make a fic of jaemin being all crazy for y/n but it starts off with them just sexting n dry humping till he goes all crazy for her. btw! i loved the affair series would love to see dream ver. :)

CRAZY IN LOVE

Synopsis: It was stupid really, you were bored and treated the app as a joke. You just never would have thought the man you began sexting would be your best friends boyfriend and at that an obsession beginning to develop.

Warning: Smut / Fluffish? / Angst . Swear word usage, Serious!Jaemin x Shy!Reader. Toxic relationship, pick me best friend, cheating,TW! mention of suicide, conflicted feelings. Reader is a bit of a push over + character development. Takes place in college. Blue: Jaemin, Pink:Reader

A/N: Hi love! Hope you enjoy and thank u sm! I haven’t considered making one for dream but maybe after I’m done I may think about it!

Pairing: Jaemin x fem reader

You felt like a shit person. You hate fake people, players even and yet here you are doing the very thing you despise. Being bored isn’t a good enough justification for it, your interest was peaked the second you scrolled by the app in the App Store. A cold rainy day that left you alone, cold and in the dark of your dorm. Roommate was out doing god knows what, your best friend could never really be cooped up for long. The cold rain drops fell on your window that laid beside your bed. Tiktok wasn’t interesting, no movies on any movie platform seemed to catch your focus. Wednesday playing in the background for the sake of keeping the room completely dark and silent.

‘HEARTSTRING, the best most popular app for young adults ready for a relationship!’

What harm could it be if you tried out the app right? It’s not like anything bad could really come out of it.

“And so I was like, Beverly you have to stop shitting around and like fucking cut the chord. He’s not interested in you anymore. I mean yeah have we been having a bit of flirty banter here and there, sure but-“

The chitter chatter of his girlfriend talking his ear off began to muffle as Jaemin focuses his attention on his cell phone. He wasn’t exactly in the best mood, it’s fucking cold outside. His thick jacket he brought with now currently wrapped around his girlfriend because of the refusal she had to bring her own. Currently sitting inside a vegan restaurant and a $50 dish that isn’t all that appetizing and fulfilling. With an hour worth of talking of all the boring shit his girlfriend has to ramble about, he feels it’s the least bit understandable he’s decided to do something he wants to do. Be on his phone.

His social battery only down by its last percentage, a small frown on his face as he scrolls through his feed. Boring and bland, only a small story of Jeno’s in which him and the boys were currently playing the newest game. Months and months of hyping it up, waiting for its release and Jaemin is wasting his time on his 30th date. By now, his bank account is about ready to burst. A cry for help he swears he hears each time he picks up his wallet. Stopping midway scroll when an ad appears, ‘HEARTSTRING!’

Taking a quick glance up at his girlfriend and sees she’s still rambling on about girl drama as she continues to take pictures of her salad and posting them online. To say his relationship with Nayoung was perfect would be the furthest from the truth. If anything, he still doesn’t quite understand how he managed to get in the relationship in the first place. What was suppose to be a quick fling, resulted in Nayoung telling the entire school they were together. Her parents were quick in wanting to get to meet him, a very serious talk from her father had chills running up his arms. “Don’t you even dare hurt my little girl. You don’t know what I’m capable of son.” He’s tried to think of ways to get out of that situation but it’s only gotten worse when Nayoung got in touch with his parents. The thrill look on their faces when they were told their oldest son was finally in a committed relationship. Jaemin felt that maybe he would always be stuck.

And if that was the case, he might as well still have fun if he can’t walk away from her.

Setting up your account came to be really easy. You plan to delete the app by the end of the night, you’re not looking for something seriously and so far the app itself doesn’t look that serious either. It seemed everything was anonymous for the most part. With only using real descriptions and names, not personal pictures are to be added and instead icons. An app for anonymous chatting. For a while it seemed it was a scam, nothing good was happening other than the constant liking of each profile that propped up for you. You weren’t looking for anything specific, you just wanted to have a conversation and just as you were about to log out and delete it. A notification popped up.

na.jaemin0813 is typing…

Hey

Hello…

Did you get the app out of boredom as well?

It’s like we’re one mind

Guess we were meant to be ;)

Haha cheeky

You know it babe

So tell me, what’s your favorite conspiracy theory you can discuss for hours

Ooh getting serious are we?

Chatting with Jaemin didn’t seem so bad. In fact, you’ve come to enjoy your conversation with him, you didn’t expect it to go on longer than anticipated.

“Y/n im home!” You hear your best friend say as she closes the door behind her. Turning off your phone before you can receive the next message Jaemin was about to send you, a figure appears by your door way. “I’m fucking exhausted.” She huffs as she drops the many bags of clothes. A pout on her face as she slumps her shoulders. “Can you make me food, i am in a serious need of a bath.” “I still have some of my left over chicken Alfredo in the fridge-“ “You know I don’t eat left overs.” She makes a disgusted look, “Please! I’ll owe you.” She smiles before wandering off to her room. “You already owe me.” You mumble before getting out of bed and into the kitchen. The running water is heard a few minutes later with the sound of music playing soon afterwards. As you let the water boil for the pasta, you get back on your phone.

Where have you gone darling?

Already missing me ?

Given you’re someone who isn’t all that dry, who wouldn’t be?

So am I safe to assume you haven’t had great chats recently?

You’re the only one who hasn’t made the entire conversation about themselves and the many inconveniences in their lives

Ugh, those people are the worst.

The loud obnoxious singing of your best friend is what interrupted your conversation with him. Focusing back on her dinner as she spent the next hour an a half in the bath.

A sigh escapes Jaemin as he waits for the three dots to appear before exiting out of the app and moving on. The loud yelling of the guys are heard as he enters his dormitory. Busying themselves on whatever video game they’ve bought lately, “On your right!” Haechan exasperates. Taking the seat next to him, Jaemin had kicked off his shoes and rested them on top of the coffee table. “Oh you’re back!” He hears Jisung’s voice as soon as he entered the small living room. “Were you in my room?“. Shrugging his shoulders, he lifts up the cup of ramen in his hand. “You stash them in your room, finally found them.” “Yeah it’s exactly why I stashed them.” He shakes his head, hearing a notification from his phone he lifts it up only to frown when he sees it was Nayoung.

“I’m guessing the date didn’t go well?” Jisung asks. “She’s so high maintenance.” He sighs before closing his eyes and rubs his temple. “Why don’t you break up with her?” Haechan asks him, half of his attention on the flat screen tv. “Because if I break up with her, her father will break my face I thought I told you already?” “Oh right- move you fuck!” Getting off the couch, Jaemin walks over to the kitchen table and takes a seat keeping the maknae company.

Lets go out tomorrow!

Shutting his phone off, Jaemin doesn’t bother responding back. Mentally and socially drained to respond. “I’ll be in my room.” He murmurs not bothering to get a response back. The door to his room gets closed behind him, falling on his bed as he feels himself about to drowse off until he hears another notification go off.

So do you study?

Third year in college :)

Really? Where?

Seoul National University.

No way really? I go there too!

We should get together sometime.

Already desperate to get to know me?

Yeah well, I’d like to be able to see the face I’m talking to instead of a screen.

Mm I don’t know…

Oh come on, are you gonna make me work for it?

Yep

Meanie :(

As the days went by the two of you have constantly texted the other. To the point people began to notice, “why are you always on your phone?” You best friend half heartedly asked one day, on her own as she busies scrolling through her feed. Eyes rolling when she sees one of her ‘friends’ post a picture. “Told her she looked ugly in that photo, can’t believe she still posted it. Eh, A+ for confidence i guess.”

Peeking over her screen she frowns when she notices you didn’t even bother answering her question. Instead, a smile on your face as you continue to text Jaemin. It’s been an entire week since you downloaded the app, an entire week since you began texting Jaemin and a week since you’ve been this lonely looking person. It made Nayoung wonder, you were never this preoccupied with your phone. If anything you never used it mainly because you didn’t have much going other than movies and tiktok. But this, no this can’t be a romcom or TikTok’s doing. “Oh my god!”

Jumping back startled, you look at her shocked face. “You’re seeing someone!” Scoffing, you shake your head and set your phone down. “Am not.” “So why did you set your phone facing down. Mphm?” “I always do that.” Stopping momentarily, Nayoung can’t tell if you were telling the truth. Unlike you, she isn’t that observant, she can’t even remember your birthday and only hopes she hasn’t missed it yet. “Don’t change the subject! Now tell me, who is it.” “No one-“ Poking you with her chopsticks, she leans closer. “Now, now it’s been AGES since your last relationship and we both know how that ended. Just want to see how this one’s like” A small pang was felt in your heart, you didn’t like to remember it. Your last boyfriend only used you to get closer to Nayoung. It hurt to know he didn’t even like you not once throughout your relationship. Broken up with him and getting the reassurance from your best friend is what got you through it.

“He’s not like that-“ “Aha! So you are seeing someone!” Sighing, you smile shyly at her. “Not really seeing if I have never met him. We only started texting each other. It’s only been a week.” You say with a small smile. A ding is heard and you were quick to check, a small chuckle escapes you and you’re entire focus was now back on your phone. You miss the small scowl your best friend has on her face. She wondered who this boy was, how is it that you didn’t tell her when all of this was happening? A bitterness began to bubble inside of her but she keeps it on the low and instead grabs the dishes and puts them in the sink.

“I’m going out, me and Jaemin got a date.” She says loud enough for you to hear her. “K have fun.” You say lowly, eyes still on your screen. Giving you one last glance, she makes her way out.

“Jaemin, are you even paying attention to me?” She huffs annoyedly at her boyfriend. “Of course I am.” He quickly typed out his last text before looking up at her. Rolling her eyes, she huffs and crosses her arms. “Is this how you’re gonna be when you visit my parents?” “Visit?” “Of course, mom has been wanting you to come visit and so I promised her the next time I fly out I’d take you with me! My friend will be coming too of course, poor thing can’t see her parents. It’s this whole drama thing she’s got going on.” She shrugs. Great another weekend ruined.

“Alright see you then.” A grin forms on her face, leaning in for a kiss before she was long gone to do shopping with her friends. Rolling his eyes, Jaemin sits back on his bed and unlocks his phone. His finger hovered over the contact. He wondered what you were up to, he was bored and a little moody that you haven’t texted him yet. Scrolling through your last few messages that he’s noticed have gotten more flirtier over the course of time.

Whatcha doin?

Why, you miss me? :(

Don’t be a brat.

You love it

And you love teasing me smh

Still mad…?

You sent a pic of your boobs while I was in the middle of class

I had blue balls for the rest of the hour

So you don’t want more?

I want you.

Aw what a cutie

I’m not cute I’m hot

Would you like to see?

Photo Sent

The text messages progressively got more flirty, from pictures of abs and cleavages. You made sure your face was no where in view of the camera. You don’t know where this confidence came from. You never sent such pictures before, and yet never would you have thought to begin sexting a stranger you met online.

Fuck y/n, I need to see you.

I’m sure your hand can keep you company

Fucking meanie

;)

“Y/n! I need help packing I just bought new clothes and I need your help making an outfit out of them!” You hear Nayoung enthusiastically shout as she enters the dorm. Slamming the door behind you, opening the camera app you take one last pictures of your chest down, wearing a black corset with a push-up bra you notice Jaemin swoons over. Sending it before shutting your phone off.

A huff is heard as you watch Nayoung drop down all her bags filled with clothes. “Okay tomorrow morning we should be heading down to my fathers cabin alright?” Nodding, she leads you to her room. Two large suitcases are taken out of her closet as she begins taking down all her clothes from the hangers. Looking at herself through the body mirror as she makes distasteful noises each time she comes across an article of clothing she no longer likes.

Do you like torturing me?

Are you fisting yourself rn?

Kinda have no other choice…

Good, go faster for me will ya?

It’ll send you another picture of me. Maybe something more revealing…

“Y/n? You listening?” “Yeah!” Looking from her bed, a large pile of clothes as she poses in the mirror. She peeked through her mirror to see how engrossed you were with your phone. A small frown as she still doesn’t know much about this guy you’ve met. “Beige or cream?” Showing you a scarf she plans to wear, she pretend to think. “Cream, doesn’t wear out your face.” Smiling, she turns around and continues to check herself out. “So who exactly will be going?” Hearing the sound of another text coming from Jaemin, you take a peek to see he had sent a picture of his own.

“Oh just my parents, some childhood friends and my boyfriend. “ “Speaking of boyfriend, will I be meeting this boy you’ve been messaging?” She wiggles her brows. “Nope, I still haven’t met him yet.” You chuckle. “Huh..” she breathes out before posing in front of the mirror. “So how are things with your boyfriend?” you ask. “Things are great! I’m so happy to be with him, he’s so sweet look he even got me this necklace.” Showing you the Diamond necklace you nod, you didn’t know much about this guy. If anything you never met him. It’s ironic how much she’s mentioned him and yet has never said his name. You don’t know how old he is, how he looks. Just that he goes to the same college as the two of you. Nayoung has even tried her best to keep him from entering your dorm. For whatever reason it is, she doesn’t want him coming over. A bit secretive with him really.

“Okay are you packed?” Nodding she smiles. “God you’re so lucky, you don’t have a lot of clothes to choose.” She sighs “ Well, I better get to finishing you don’t have to help me anymore thanks.” Grabbing your phone you close the door to your room behind you and lock it. A gasp escapes you, eyes widening at the nude he sent.

You don’t beat around the bush do ya?

Gotta show you how much you’re affecting me

Cute

My dick is cute?

Your dick looks delicious actually

Then how about you come over n suck it

Yeah but I love torturing you so keep fucking your hand for now.

Damn woman

Jaemin shut off his phone after he seen you left him on read. He was frustrated. Sexually frustrated, it’s humiliating knowing how affected he is by you. He doesn’t care he’s currently humping his pillow pretending it’s you. Chest heaving, a sweaty forehead as he chases after his release. Never has he had to work for someone this much. He would’ve given up and moved on but how could he, something about you entices him. Makes his want more, to go after you no matter the cost. He loves your banter, he loves how much you tease it keeps him on his toes. His hand going faster and faster until finally he felt the warm white liquid fall on his fingers. In the corner of his dark room, he catches his breath. Receiving another message but only groaning when he sees it’s Nayoung.

Can’t wait for tomorrow!

To say you weren’t cranky would be a lie. You knew you’d be getting up early you just underestimated how early. Nayoung isn’t a morning person and to think she would be demanding you to get up at 3 in the morning was the last thing on your mind of possibilities. Sitting in the back of the car as Nayoung claimed she would be picking up her boyfriend on the way. You didn’t mind, if anything you’d be taking the time to catch up on some needed sleep. A large blanket over you, you don’t hear the door to the passenger seat open and close. A smack of lips kissing and a cheerful voice greeting him.

“Is this your friend?” Nodding, she looks back to see you asleep. “Yep, she went back to sleep. She spent all night texting some guy. Kinda starting to think he doesn’t exist.” Raising a brow at her as she whispered the last part. “Whys that?” Shrugging her shoulders, eyes on the road. “She hasn’t mentioned his name, refuses to let me meet him and anytime I ask about him she tries to change the subject.” Jaemin only hums before looking out the window, dark eye bags beginning to become apparent as he too wasn’t exactly in the best mood. His hair was still a bit disheveled and he was only running on two hours of sleep. Guess his girlfriends friend wasn’t the only one up all night texting.

By the time the three of you arrived, you woke up abruptly by the slamming of a door. “Come on y/n we’re here!” You hear Nayoung shout from outside. Stretching and getting out, you’re left with carrying in the rest of the stuff. The cabin was large, only visited a handful of times. Loud voices are heard from the kitchen as Nayoung busies herself greeting the family. Huffing when you drop Nayoung’s heavy luggage inside you bump into someone on accident. “I’m sorry!” Tall and standing before you, Jaemin props his glasses up. Dropping down his bags and sending you a forced smile. “It’s alright.”

“Oh y/n! This is my boyfriend Jaemin!” The two of you freeze. Watching as she walks over to hook her arm around his. A grin on her face as she cuddles close to him. It couldn’t be right? Looking over and seeing he as well seemed tense but he kept a calm face. “H-Hello.” Giggling, she shakes her head. “Always so shy. Jaemin?” Nudging him, he seems to snap out of it. Clearing his throat before doing a quick half assed bow. “Hey.” Looking between the two of you, she makes a face. “Well that wasn’t awkward, anyways. Mom and dad wants to see you so shall we get going? Oh and y/n sorry we didn’t have enough rooms you don’t mind crashing on the couch right?” Shaking your head she smiles. “Great! You can leave your things in my room, you know where they are right?”

Not waiting for a response she drags him into the kitchen where it erupts in greetings. Laughs and giggles are heard, taking a small peek you see her friends are also in there as well. Gawking at him as he respectfully greets them. Sighing, you grab your things and go up the stairs. “Hey y/n do you mind carrying the rest of our luggages? Please, thank you!” Nayoung shouts as you were half way up the stairs.

You felt left out you weren’t going to lie. But then again, when haven’t you. Nayoung has always made it easy to fit in, to make conversation even though most of the time the topic always shifted over to her but overall, it was easy for her to get involved. Not you, it took a while for you to barely start lowering your walls. Just the idea of forcing yourself out of your shell sends shivers. How can you? You get the feeling Nayoung’s childhood friends don’t really like you as they always stare and mutter things under their breaths. And like all the other times you visited, you spent your time on the couch petting the family cat. “I’m so happy he likes you. He hates people, if anything he still isn’t quite fond of Nayoung.” Her mother giggles as she takes the other couch. Staring lovingly at the two of you. A warm smile forms on your face as you continue to pet the cat sitting on your lap. Her husband walking over to sit next to her, a mug in his hand as he nods.

“Toby hates Nayoung for some reason. Even before she went off to college he’d always hide from her.” By then everyone has shifted themselves into the living room. The group surrounding Nayoung, the smile slowly drops when she sees her parents conversing with you. “You must be a gem if Toby trusts you that much.” Her mother claps her hands. Jaemin takes a seat across from you, fighting back the look of boredom on his face. He can’t help but analyze you. Can it be the same y/n he’s been texting? Since he’s arrived, he hasn’t had the balls to text her. There’s no way the chick he’s been sexting is his girlfriends best friend. If that’s the case, he’s screwed.

A scoff is heard from beside him, looking up and see Nayoung enter the living room. “He’s just a dumb cat. I’m sure he’s only using you as a cushion.” “Well if that’s the case, I’m honored.” You smile down at the cat who purrs. Jaemin notices the scowl on his girlfriends face. He wonders why, it’s not like she particularly likes Toby. Every time he’s come over she’s always going on and on about how the cat terrorizes everything. “You should be, and Jaemin too! Toby loves him!” Looking up and meeting eyes with Jaemin you gulp before looking down. A silence is met before Nayoung speaks up. “Well it’s still pretty early and I’m tired. Jaemin lets go to bed.” One by one, everyone walks off to their bedrooms which leaves you on the couch with the grey and white cat. Head butting your hand, a few hours go by and you haven’t gotten the heart to move him. The sleep drowsiness has disappeared and you made due on being on your phone for the time being. A notification is sent from your phone, Jaemin.

It’s you isn’t it?

I don’t know what you’re talking about..

“Yes you do.” Jumping up, you see him standing at the bottom of the stairs. “Holy shit you scared me.” By the sudden jolt, Toby has taken it upon himself to get off your lap and plop down on his cat tree. Walking closer to you, you shift uncomfortably. You don’t know what to do, what can you do to make things better?

Silently getting closer, you open your mouth to explain yourself but he cuts you off. Instead he takes a seat besides you and smashes his lips on top of yours. A moan emits from you, it was quick and needy and you liked it. You liked it so much you even climbed on top of him. His arms coming around your waist to pull you closer. He smelled nice, his cologne hitting your nostrils and lips were soft and plump. Cupping his face to keep his lips on top of yours. A smile forming on his face before pulling away, “So you were the one teasing me huh?” A blush began to form on your face before awkwardly laughing. “So you’re my best friends boyfriend huh.” Clearing his throat he looks down uncomfortably. “Listen, I’m not the type to cheat okay? It’s just that I kinda had no choice but to be in a relationship with her and-“

“She trapped you yeah I know, she has done that with all of her exes.” Raising a brow he looks up at you. “Really?” Nodding, you sigh. “She can’t keep a man for the life of her so she forces one on them by using her father to get them to agree. He’s rich and powerful, wouldn’t be surprised he’d have you kicked out of college or have you be fired from your job. Blacklisted for any future opportunities and more.” “If I’d known earlier I would’ve tried avoiding crossing paths. Why are you friends with her?”

“I don’t know, I guess she was the only one who stayed.” “Stayed? What happened if I may ask.” “I don’t know, one second I had tons of friends who could rely on me and the next, I was hated.” You look down sadly. Startled when he plants a kiss on your cheek, a grin on his face as his eyes adoringly stare at you. “I’m glad I finally met you.” “I’m glad too-“. Reciprocating his kiss, you begin to grind on top of him. A groan from him only has you doing it again and again. Pushing him down on the couch as his hands roam all over your body. Piece by piece, clothes are scattered on the floor and heavy breathing gets louder. Your head is thrown back when you feel yourself stretch around him. A large hand going to cover your mouth. Leaning in, his mouth attaching itself onto your nipple and sucking. Sensitive, you begin to bounce on his lap. Hands on his chest as he guides you to go faster. Trying to keep the slapping sounds at bay. The feeling of him deep in your snatch had your head spinning, it truly has been a while since you’ve had sex. It was wrong that the first person you sleep with is your best friends boyfriend but you just love it so much.

And it seems you’re not the only one. For the remainder of the weekend the two of you have gotten closer. Sneaky glances thrown and secret meet ups. When in the kitchen alone, he smacks your ass before leaving a kiss on your cheek. A shit eating grin on his face when he meets with the others. Content he’s finally getting you back for all the teasing you’ve done. “Are you alright y/n? Your face is super red?” Nayoung’s mother says. “Probably a bad reaction to one of her creams. I keep telling her she doesn’t have to keep putting on so many products. Going natural is just as pretty.” Nayoung sends you a smile. Speaking up for you, a strong grip on your fork, you don’t bother to explain yourself. “I’m okay.”

Jaemin certainly didn’t like it. And he certainly didn’t like how easily you let her comment slide. “I try to say the same thing to you as well Nayoung. No reason you need fifty bottles of foundation. A day or two without it wouldn’t hurt babe.” He sends her a smile before taking a bite from his food. Tensing, Nayoung is left without words. Embarrassed by the looks her friends sends her. A scowl on her face as she desperately tries to change the subject. “So! Should we hit the beach later on?” “Yes!” Her friends clap. “Okay good! After we’re done we’ll pick out our bikinis!”

Bikini’s? Nayoung never mentioned there would be swimming involved? You didn’t even pack any clothes to get wet in. The closest thing you had were shorts and even then they weren’t comfortable to get wet with.

“It’s a bummer you can’t get in.” Nayoung pouts at you, watching you set your towel on the sand. Sunglasses on as you send her a reassuring smile. “Eh it’s okay, I’ve gotten too much sun anyways-“. “Yeah you’re looking a little dark, how about you stay under my moms umbrella for the time being okay? Hope you don’t get too bored!” She says before scurrying off to her friends. Clenching your jaw, you try to not let her words affect you. Has she always been this snakey? Or is this you trying to justify your actions for hooking up with her boyfriend. Surely she must’ve always been this terrible to you from the beginning.

“Come on.” “Huh?” Looking over and seeing Jaemin has his hand extended you raise a brow. “Where?” “Less questions and more walking, come on.” Allowing him to drag you away, he takes you to a near by store. “Bikini’s?” “Get one, it’s on me.” “You don’t need to-“ “I want to, besides I need to get sunscreen.” He wonders off for it, and as he does so you look around the store. Eyes straying on a red two piece, you go to the fitting rooms and liking the look of it on you. Getting out, Jaemin freezes when he sees you. “How do I look?” Checking to see if anyones watching, he pushes you inside and closes the door behind him. Dropping the bottle of sun cream and picking you up. Leaning you up against the wall he desperately connects your lips with his. Running a hand through his hair, he begins to dry hump you. A moan comes out of you that he muffled with his mouth. A hand coming to wrap around your neck and lightly squeeze. “Fuck you’re so hot.” His pupils dilated as he leans in and press kisses to your chest.

Pulling the top down to reveal your perky tits. Sucking and fondling with them, looking to the side and seeing the mirror reflecting the lewd actions he’s doing. “We should get going, don’t want to raise suspicion.” You tell him with heavy breathing. Reluctantly detaching himself from you and setting you down. “Don’t change.” Grabbing your clothes and lotion, the two of you walk out and make your way to the counter. Ripping off the tag and handing it to the cashier as he pays for it. By the time the two of you make your way back, you hear shouting. “Babe where have you been?” Nayoung gets closer. “Needed sunscreen and got y/n a bathing suit.” Eyes turning to look at you, the plastic smile ready to falter. “Oh! How nice..well come on let’s get in the water feels nice!” She goes for his hand but he takes a step back.

“Yeah I will in a bit, you should join the others they seem pretty lost with out you.” Looking back and seeing her friends looking bored without her. “Oh okay. Glad you can join us after all y/n.” She sends you a smile before going back in. Feeling a tug, you look down and see Jaemin had taken his shirt off. “Help me put sunscreen on yeah?”

You can practically feel the daggers being thrown at you. But you ignored it, you liked making her jealous. A part of you felt proud you had the upper hand than Nayoung. Even more that it’s with her boyfriend. Turning around, you put some on his chest. Running your hands over his abs, his eyes looking directly into yours. “I really badly need to fuck you.” Rolling your eyes, you go to walk away but he stops you. “Now y/n.”

“Are you seeing this?” One of Nayoung’s friends says as they all watch Jaemin slowly put on sunscreen on you. Going up your leg and too close to your ass. “I knew it was a mistake to introduce them.” She scoffs. “Come on hun, do you really think he’ll do anything with her?” “It’s not him I’m worried, poor girl is so deprived I worry she’ll do anything for attention.” She pouts. “Don’t worry, Jaemin’s too smitten for you. He’d never be unfaithful to you.” Smiling she turns over to her friends. “Thanks guys, besides we’re really strong.” “So strong that should we assume he’ll pop the question anytime soon?”

Nodding they squeal. “I’m sure he already has the ring set out for me.” She claps her hands.

“Jaemin anyone can walk in on us any second!” You smack Jaemin’s bicep, currently in a dark small closet the cabin had he had managed to cramped you two inside. It was loud outside, music blasting as the others conversed with one another. Luggages were being packed and dinner was being cooked. In a few hours you were meant to be making your way back home and instead, have a clingy boy stuck to your side. A grin on his face as he leans in and kisses you. “Need you…” he pouts as he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck. Hands beginning to roam down your side and to your back. Biting your lip when you feel him squeeze your ass, gasping when you feel his bulge after he pulled you closer to him.

“No one will hear us mhm?” He breathes in your ear as he peppers your neck. Massaging your cheeks as he has you pinned against the wall. You can’t ignore the arousal in your pants but it didn’t stop you from worrying of being potentially caught. “No sir.” Pushing him away, you reach for the door knob. Feeling him pull you inside again roughly when Nayoung’s faint voice was heard going up the stairs. “I have no idea where he went.” She tells her friends. “I bet he’s with y/n again. They have been way too close.” “I’m sure he feels bad, I mean she is the odd one out.” Nayoung reasons. “She’s a loner Nayoung, girls like her use that to reel men in.” Clenching your jaw, you don’t notice Jaemin wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Ignore them.” He whispers into your ear. Once you were sure they had left, you don’t utter a word and merely walk out. Leaving him in the closet by himself.

Nayoung always assumed she’d be the first to seal the deal between the two of you. The first to have a boyfriend, to be engaged and to start a family. Unlike her, you didn’t grow up with a lot so she always had more than you. The advantages like starting her own independent life. You had to start from scratch, lots of hours working for you to save. It’s what the world admired about you. It’s what they respected you for, many could relate to you. And even through all the hardships you still smiled. You stayed optimistic and it’s why you had so many friends, why so many guys wanted your number instead of Nayoung’s.

“I’m sorry I’m not interested.” “Actually I wanted to see if you can give me your friend, y/n’s number.”

For a while it seemed like Nayoung was the forgotten one. It was all about her friend Y/n. What you were up to, how you were doing. She just wanted to see what the fuss was about in having so many people care about you. So the cosmetics came in, then the surgeries, the hard diets. But when they weren’t enough, the lies came in.

“Oh sure, but I have to say she’s currently going through something. Chlamydia actually.”

She didn’t mean for the lies to keep progressing but she just wanted to take some of the attention off you and divert it over to her.

“She thinks you’re a freak.”

She did feel bad though when people eventually began to hate you. And before she knew it, she was the only friend you had left. Boys avoided you and girls despised you. Your last boyfriend only cheated on you because Nayoung lied to him saying you had cheated on him.

“I guess she thought you just weren’t good enough, I don’t know what to tell you. But, if I were her I would know I made a big mistake. You’re a catch.” Her hand lays on top of his, a reassuring and innocent smile plastered on her face before leaning in and kissing him.

For years now she was finally on the other end, the one who everyone praised and idolized. And a part of her liked how she can control you, it felt nice to be better for once. And seeing how close you and Jaemin have gotten definitely hasn’t been putting her at ease.

During dinner she made sure Jaemin sat next to her and away from you. Served him and kissed him at unconventional times. By the end of the night it seemed she was utterly in love with him, which is why she just had to rub it in just a little deeper into your face. “I’m going to tell him I love him.” Taking you by surprise, you suppress any distasteful emotion. “That’s great! I’m sure he’ll feel the same.” He won’t. You’re sure of that. “I want to live with him y/n.” Widening your eyes, “Live together? But what about dorms? It’s still mandatory to be in one and you can’t exactly room with a guy.”

“Only for a few more months.” Sighing and sitting back on the couch she smiles dreamily. “I’m telling you, he’s the man of my dreams.” You didn’t have much to say. Which only made you more guilty with how you’ve been treating her behind her back. It seemed she really did like him, after all she has been stuck by your side when everyone else turned against you. “Then tell him how you feel.”

“We can’t keep doing this.”

It’s been three months since the visit to Nayoung’s parents. Three months since you said you’d stop hooking up with him and finally today you’d be calling it off. “Like hell you are, what the hell y/n. Where is this coming from?” A duvet wrapped around your body, you sit up on the bed. Messy hair with smeared makeup as you don’t even dare meet eyes with Jaemin. With only briefs on, he gets out of bed. Disheveled hair, muscles more prominent and the red marks you left on him still apparent. Lip stains on his neck with dark love marks going down his collar bone. A frown on his face as he demands an explanation, even when he’s upset he’s still breathtakingly attractive. “It’s not right.” A sarcastic laugh falls out of his mouth as he searches for his clothes.

“You’re finally realizing that after months?” Looking at you for any other answers, he drops his shirt on the bed and climbs back on. Cradling your face, he looks at you worriedly. “Talk to me baby, what’s wrong?” Feeling the tears beginning to form, you shrug him off. You don’t trust your voice, there’s a ball beginning to form and you know if you dare speak a work you’ll only sob. About to get out of bed, he grabs you by the waist. “No, you’re not running way again. Talk to me-“ “Jaemin you’re in a relationship with Nayoung! She loves you and even wants to live with you and here we are having sex!”

“She’s not you!” Looking away, he huffs and wraps his arms around your torso. “I love you.” Taken by surprise, you turn to face him with wide eyes. “Come again?” “I’ve never said that to any of my exes, and it sucks that this is the situation that we are in but, im not lying. I love you, not Nayoung. It’s why I didn’t say it back when she said it to me.”

“Really?” Smiling, he nods and leans in for a kiss you grant him happily. “I still think it’s wrong. Maybe if we confess then she will let you go. Yeah it will permanently ruin our friendship but you at least deserve your freedom.” Shaking his head he sighs. “It’s her father i’m worried for.” Feeling dejected, you let him pull you into a cuddle. Back under the sheets as he peppers your face in kisses. Until there’s a loud slam on the door, eyes widening Jaemin lifts a finger to his mouth. Your door was locked thankfully.

“Let me check if she’s home…hey y/n! You home?!” Knocking on the door and trying to open it but to no avail. Shaking his head, he covers your mouth. “Guess she’s not home.” She says, she must’ve brought someone. Getting up to change, you can’t but overhear her speak.

“Can’t believe you’re still friends with her after everything she did.” Confused, you lean your ear up gassing the door. “Well I mean, she’s my best friend-“ “Yes but she cheated on her boyfriend.”

Cheated?

“She didn’t know what she was doing.”

Why the hell is Nayoung agreeing?

“Yeah well what about her bullying you?”

You looked back at Jaemin in shock as he as well seems surprised.

“That was years ago, she’s getting better.”

You didn’t understand why Nayoung was agreeing with such false claims. You have never cheated on your boyfriend nor have you ever bullied Nayoung.

“Well at least she got her karma right?” The girl snorts. “Getting chlamydia, having all the guys lose interest in her and having no friends- well except you. I must say I admire you. I don’t know how you put up with such a mess.”

“I try my hardest.” You hear her giggle. “She’s a loner and a social freak, the least I could do is make sure she has at least a companion or who knows she might just end it all.” “Are you saying she’s suicidal?” “I’m saying who knows! You never know what people are thinking now a days.”

Your heart broke. All those accusations weren’t real and to think more people thought they were true hurt even more. You didn’t even realize you began to cry until you felt Jaemin wipe a tear away. They chatted for a few minutes before leaving and by then you have sat yourself down against the door. “Why would she lie?” You ask to no one.

Jaemin stayed quiet. Arms crossed and a clenched jaw, he immediately understood what Nayoung had done. “Isn’t it obvious?” Looking up at him with red swollen eyes you shake your head. “She spread false rumors about you!” “What why?”

“Come on baby.” Crouching down, he pulls a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re gorgeous, sweet, smart. You’re everyone’s type.” “Are you saying she did it out of jealousy?” Scoffing you shake your head. “No, Nayoung is the pretty one. Everyone wants her.” “I don’t. I want you.” “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” You scoff. “Okay then let’s talk to your ex.” “What why?” “Because we both know the cheater in your past relationship wasn’t you.” The memory still hurt. You never did find out who he cheated on you with only that he was ‘much happier’ and that you weren’t shit to him anymore.

“You’re wasting your time.” Shaking his head, he pulls out his phone and begins to search for his account. “What are you planning to do.” “We’re going to pay him a little visit. Come on let’s get dressed.”

“I don’t think this is such a good idea-“ Cutting you off by giving you a kiss, he gives you a smile. “Just hold my hand, he does anything to hurt you I promise I’ll kick his ass.” Walking into the cafe, you immediately spot your ex. Deep eye bags adorned his face, his hair was longer and dead. He looked much scrawnier and almost exhausted even. Taking a seat in front of you, you don’t have the words to even greet him.

“Y/n. Jaemin.” He speaks.

“What can i do for you.”

“The truth.” Jaemin cuts to the chase. Quirking his brow, he leans forward. “The truth?” “Who did you sleep with?” Jaemin tells him sternly. Scoffing, he chuckles dryly and shakes his head. “Why am I hearing an accusingly tone. Shouldn’t we start with who y/n slept with first?”

“I didn’t sleep with anyone.” You speak up.

“Right. Like I believe that-“

“Did Nayoung tell you anything.” Jaemin cut him off. “Nayoung helped me realize I was wasting my time on her.” He glares at you. “Did she tell you she was cheating?” Staying quiet, his face falls. “Why do you care?…wait aren’t you her boyfriend.” His jaw clenched and he sits up straighter.

“So you’re the guy she dumped me for.” Eyes widening, you look at him. “Nayoung was the girl you slept with?” Scoffing he shakes his head. “I didn’t sleep with her we only kissed.” He huffs. “She told me you cheated on me, she comforted me and we kissed. She had me to believe she wanted to be with me but when I broke things off with you she ghosted me.” The two of you send each other looks, “Why? Was that not what really happened?…”

You felt betrayed. You wonder how long has it been since she’s been a snake to you.

“She told me you kissed my boyfriend.”

“She said you had chlamydia.”

“I heard her say you were mentally unstable.”

You wanted to believe it was all a lie but it made sense why everyone suddenly avoided you like the plague. No one daring to befriend you or ever ask you out. You were sure you’d die a loner if it wasn’t for Nayoung and now you come to find out you were put into this situation because of her.

You couldn’t stop your heart from squeezing in agony. The friend you considered a sister you cared for so deeply had ruined your life out of what? Spite? Jealousy? Fun even?

The guilt you had building in you disintegrated almost instantly. You don’t have quite the perfect idea as to how you plan on getting even with her, how you’re going to help Jaemin get out of his god forsaken relationship with her, how you’re going to let the world know just how a trashy person she really is but you do know one thing, if you’re going to keep sleeping with her boyfriend you’re going to do it without a care in the world. Holding hands together literally behind her back when the three of you go out for ice cream, his subtle hand on your thigh when you go to the movies. The glances you give one another when you two had no other choice but to be dragged by her at a fancy restaurant with friends. Having sex in the parking lot after making an excuse to leave early. Making out while she’s showering and even sexting each other with her around. You no longer cared, and instead it made you just a tiny bit better knowing Nayoung no longer had it all,

“They completely cut me out and I don’t know why! Can you believe that?! After everything I did for them they have the audacity to treat me like dirt? And that’s not even mentioning the weird looks I’ve been receiving from guys. It’s like I’m infected or something.” No but rumors are you caught a case of syphilis

BUZZ…

Come over, I need you now.

Photo Sent

You were finally taking your life back from her. Piece by piece.

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Bleed Me Dry | C. Cullen | Prologue

𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.

Warnings: This entire story is intended to be read by those who are at least eighteen years old. This chapter itself doesn’t contain any mature content, but I will block all ageless and underage blogs who interact with this post.

It’s still early — too fucking early. The sun has not risen above the horizon just yet, though from what you have been told, you figure that it wouldn’t really make the scene look any different even if it had, since there’s a thick, dark curtain of clouds veiling the skies of Forks more often than not.

Glancing outside, you take a brief moment to appreciate the beauty of the picture that opens right behind that steamy, clearly never-washed window of the Forks Hospital’s break room. It’s something you’re not used to viewing as beautiful, but now — looking at the endless sea of dark green and gloom, and seeing how both of those elements tie the picture together whilst somehow only adding to one another’s beauty —, you’re beginning to think you’ve never seen anything as beautiful in your life.

“I would like for all of you to meet the newest addition to the team.”

It’s one of the board directors — one of those four people, who actually have a say in what goes on inside the walls of Forks Hospital these days —, who introduces you to the entire staff.

You’re not quite sure what kind of a welcome it was that you were expecting to be greeted with upon arriving, but it surely wasn’t anything like this.

A couple dozen pairs of tired, still half-closed eyes staring back at you. Unimpressed, perhaps even a little bored expressions carved onto the features of what seems that is literally every single person present. Coffee cups in the hands of most — the smoky aroma of that freshly brewed, nearly black liquid that is supposed to knock some life into the employees of this hospital now lingering in the air.

Forcing an awkward smile onto those cherry-red painted lips of yours, you say, “Hi.”

It’s not that you’re shy, or not-that-good with people, because really you’re not either of those things — you’re quite the opposite, actually —, but something about seeing those nonchalant, ‘Can we go now?’ looks on the faces of your new colleagues seems to shove every single thing you thought you could say to them down your throat — making sure that this situation is way more awkward than what it needs to be.

The board director, Samuel White, gives his throat a rather loud clear, making it evident to everyone present that he doesn’t approve of this being the kind of a welcome new employees are greeted with here, at Forks Hospital.

Noticing that his efforts don’t really make a difference — noticing that not a singular person straightens their spine, or even tries to fix the look on their face —, he sighs, the audible exhale loud enough to be heard over the steady humming of the air conditioning unit that you’re sure runs on full speed all day and all night, just to be able to keep the humidity of this rainy city outside the hospital’s walls.

“Anyway…,” he then says, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his neck. “She’ll be with us until the end of her residency. She’s a damn good doctor and surely a great addition to the team, so… Be nice.”

It almost feels as if you were eleven years old again. Standing in front of the classroom, with a backpack full of heavy books resting on your shoulder. An awkward smile tugging the corners of your mouth upwards, while waving at your new classmates — something that the teacher insisted you do.

Come to think of it, the situation which you’re in now isn’t that much different, actually. Only now you’re standing in front of a hospital’s break room instead of a classroom. Only now the room is brimming with highly educated adults instead of kids whose parents have spoiled them rotten — who they either don’t seem to give a flying fuck that you’re here.

Though it is something you don’t notice, at one of those flimsy-looking, white cafeteria tables that someone with poor taste has decided to decorate the break room with, sits Dr. Carlisle Cullen. There is no coffee cup in his hand like there is in the hands of many others, but instead a few patient files sitting in a nice and neat pile before him, patiently waiting for him to start his day by going through them.

With both of his elbows resting on top of that god-awful table, and with one hand’s fingers curled into a loose fist that is now positioned right before his nose and mouth, he sits still — not really having it in himself to do anything else because God, that’s how good you smell. And though every single person in this room kind of does smell good to him, this is different. You are different.

He has been around for a while. He has treated more patients with open wounds than he cares to count, and thus has become very familiar with the scent of fresh blood and the iron-like tang there is to it that tickles his nostrils each time he allows air to flow into his lungs at work.

Yet still, right here and now — with the air conditioning unit circling the air that to him now smells like a mixture of fresh coffee, you and the scent of that sweet, floral perfume of yours —, he feels the need to excuse himself.

God, it’s going to be a hell of a long next few years.

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[02:14], Jihoon, requested by anon

╰┈➤ F4 "I didn't get soaked wet through walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have beer, too. I know you're sad, so let me in."

summary: you walk through the rainy city to bring your boyfriend pizza and beer to cheer him up

wc: 952

warnings: adult dialogue, suggestive material, reader gets super wet but not like that. alcohol consumption

a/n: I hope you like this one! I changed the prompt just slightly. A couple words to make it fit a little better. Anyway, I'd probably walk through hell and back for Woozi lol

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“The things I do for love.”

You grumbled and moaned about your situation as you reached into your coat pocket and pulled out the keycard to hold up to the card reader, unlocking the sliding door, allowing you into the building.

Normally, the Pledis building was closed this time of the night but with idols and producers working all hours of the night and day, entry was granted with a keycard which you happened to have.

You nodded at the security guard who looked over you, an amused smirk crossing their face as you passed but thankfully they said nothing as you stopped at the elevator, pushing the up button and waiting for the door to open.

Had you been smarter, you wouldn’t be standing there, dripping wet, waiting for the lift to take you up to the floor where your boyfriend’s studio was. Had you been smarter, you would have just ordered delivery and sent it to him rather than taking it yourself, but you didn’t pride yourself on your intelligence.

The ride up to the fourth floor was quick thankfully but you were still freezing, the combination of your wet clothes and the air conditioned building proving to be your undoing as you shivered, walking down the hall to Jihoon’s studio.

He was supposed to join you and the rest of Seventeen to celebrate a successful comeback but he never showed up to the restaurant and when you overheard one of the managers talk about Jihoon seeming a little on the sad side, you were up before anyone could stop you.

You stopped by one of your favorite pizza places and grabbed Jihoon’s favorite pie before stopping at a convenience store and grabbing some beer and making the walk to the Pledis building. Of course, you didn’t expect the sky to open up when you were a couple blocks away.

Now you looked like a drowned cat as you stopped outside the door to Jihoon’s studio. Woozi’s room.

You tried the handle, not at all surprised that it was locked. You knocked on the door and called out to your boyfriend.

You expected he might have his headphones on but you were determined. You knocked again, a little louder this time before pressing the button for the bell next to the door. A neat little feature Jihoon had installed. It was a buzzer but it was also attached to a light that flashed to let him know someone was there.

It worked like a charm, a smile spreading across your face when you heard him.

“Who is it?” Jihoon called through the closed door. “It’s me!” You called back.

A brief silence followed before Jihoon spoke again. “Babe, I’m not gonna be done here for a while, you should probably just go home.”

Your smile fell into a frown. “Uh, it’s raining outside,” you countered.

“Then call a cab?”

Your frown turned into a scowl. Oh no he didn’t.

“Look” you started hotly. “I didn’t get soaking wet walking to your studio for you to say no to pizza,” you explained, shouting through the door. When you heard no sound on the other side, you continued.

“I have beer, too. I know you’re sad, so let me in.”

The door opened moments later and Jihoon appeared, looking you over, an amused smile forming on his lips.

“Wow you weren’t kidding,” he said as he stood back to let you in. “Careful,” he added. “You’re dripping everywhere.”

You threw him an annoyed look before setting the pizza box and six pack on the coffee table in the small nook of his studio. You removed your coat and looked around for somewhere to hang it up.

“Here,” Jihoon said softly, holding out a towel and taking your soaked coat. You thanked him and started to dry yourself with the towel. Jihoon returned moments later and shook his head, moving to sit on the couch in the small nook.

You sat next to him, placing the towel under you as he grabbed one of the beers and opened it. “Who said I was sad?” He asked, looking up at you as you opened your own beer. “One of the managers,” you replied, reaching out to grab the pizza box and open it.

Jihoon shook his head. “I’m not sad,” he answered. “I just didn’t feel like going out with everyone,” he continued, raising the bottle to his lips and taking another sip.

“But this,” he added, nodding towards the pizza and beer. “I don’t mind this.”

“Well that,” you replied, pointing at his smile. “Makes getting soaked worth it.”

“Oh shit,” Jihoon said, setting his beer down and getting up quickly. He walked over to the closet and opened it, kneeling down for a moment before standing back up and shutting the door. He returned with some dry clothes for you.

“You want me to just change right here?” You asked, setting your bottle down and looking at him with a raised eyebrow. He smirked, trying and failing miserably to hide it.

“Not like I haven’t seen it all before, babe,” he muttered, picking up his beer and grabbing a slice of pizza. You rolled your eyes, lightly slapping his leg. “Pervert.”

He chuckled lightly as you quickly tore off your wet clothes and pulled on the dry ones, thanking him silently as you wrapped your wet clothes in the towel.

“Thank you,” he replied. “For the pizza and beer,” he added when you turned to glare at him. Your glare softened and you smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“And for the show,” he added with a mischievous grin, causing you to slap his leg again and whine.

“Yah, Lee Jihoon!”

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Poets and Painters (Deep Night) - Wolffe x Reader [Mature Fic]

Warnings and Information: In desperate need of just one day to take his and his men's mind off the war, Plo Koon orders that everyone make a stop on a relatively uninhabited planet in a peaceful sector of the galaxy to… have a picnic? Just what does he have in mind? A certain flint-gray Commander is finding it hard to believe that they're just on the planet for a day of R&R in the middle of a war, so he isn't letting his guard down. Perhaps someone will help Commander Wolffe find some way to help him relax before the day is over…

2nd person POV. Reader is undescribed save for minor details like personal touches to a uniform, and has a gender-neutral alias. Allusions to canon-typical violence, mention of injury and loss. Plo just being a dad to the 104th Battalion in the background. Swearing. Discussion of more adult themes and some lewd jokes (this is not an Explicit fic but it is Mature; Minors please DNI). Takes place on a fictional planet. 

Word-count: 7,300

Since Commander Wolffe left you with the sketch in your hands so suddenly, you've been in something of a daze, trying to make sense and meaning out of the phrase he left behind below the sketch of you in phase two armor. 

‘Behind the teeth and claws, there is a beating heart.’

You don't understand. Is this supposed to be about you? Is the phrase in reference to him? And regarding what, for that matter: how he feels about himself, or something he sees in you? 

You selfishly wish he would have explained what he means with the deliberate fashion of these nine words before answering the Jedi's summons. Who are these words meant for, and why did you choose them? will have to wait until Wolffe is dismissed, however. He, Sinker, Boost and Plo Koon have been locked in something of a private discussion for what feels like the last half hour.

Arguing. 

(If you can call it that.)

“We should contact another general and let them know what's going on in the event something happens.” Wolffe has insisted for the fifth time. 

“And exactly what are you expecting to happen, sir?” Boost asks just as insistently for the fifth time. He's known that his brother and leader has been on edge all day, he’s been far from blind to it. But the perceived unwillingness, perhaps even stubbornness to refuse to elaborate on what it is Wolffe fears will happen to the battalion in this encounter is starting to get on Boost’s nerves. Why won't you tell us? you're sure he wants to come right out and ask. 

“This is a largely uninhabited planet. We don't know by whom, or how many times Little Archossi has been visited by someone other than us.” 

“What are you getting at?” comes the half-snarled reply to Commander Wolffe. You’re not sure which sergeant the question came from. Or why the Kel Dor hasn’t said a single word in this whole time. General Plo, in your opinion (and experience with risk analysis), is not helping matters by choosing to remain silent rather than encouraging his commanding officers to pause and take a few clarifying breaths before tackling the concerns at hand. 

Paranoia and overcautious stratagem verses being a smidge too lax. 

Commander Wolffe must be paranoid enough for the whole of the battalion. These are his men, his brothers. Whether it was drilled into him under Kamino's rainy skies, or taken up as his own, personal creed since the Abregado battle, he sees to it that they will stay safe at all times whenever they are not in the thick of battle. 

That much is clear to you now.

Were it not for a duty to the Republic, his General, you want to, almost could imagine him abandoning his post and absconding with every brother he can, or at least wish to. I refuse to lose you to war, were I a more selfish man. 

Not another brother lost. 

And throw a largely-untrained civilian in the mix, someone without those primary and secondary instincts these men rely on, it’s hardly surprising that you hear your name cropping up in hushed or hissed voices that have only become easier to hear since everyone has been instructed to ‘tighten formation’, more or less. 

“Hold on- Is- Isn’t that one of the Commander’s blasters? Why does Arcadia have one of Commander Wolffe’s blasters?” one Clone asks, nudging a brother with the edge of his elbow. 

Their voices drop into deep, conferring whispers for a moment, and they either work out that it was offered to you for the purposes of self defense, or come up with their own creative explanation. You can't hear a word they say before the second man turns to the first and tries confirming suspicions. 

“You think maybe the two of them-? What? Don't look at me like that! Commander Wolffe has been spending an awful lot of time with Arcadia today, don't tell me you haven't seen it, Hash!” 

Hash shakes his head and answers he hasn't been paying much attention to what everyone else is doing today, murmuring something about how it ‘must be a sniper’s thing’ to pay that much attention to everyone at all times. He's been too busy daydreaming about new and unique ways to lay waste to the Seppie clankers the next time the 104th battalion faces them. 

“It is not just a “sniper's thing”, Hash...” 

The brother's glowering look is answered with a confused (or maybe unconvinced) shrug. “Sure, Ricochet, if you say so.” Ricochet sighs bitterly, the words forget it jumping from his lips in that same breath. Getting up, he brushes away what he can see of the wet, loose blades of grass that cling to the sterile white plastoid, and politely excuses himself before Hash calls out to remind him of something left behind in the grass. 

“Wait, Ric, your rifle!”

Everyone has been reminded of the sentiment from this morning that above all, if it can be helped, the one-oh-fourth should not appear to the inhabitants of this little, largely unrecorded planet as an open threat. You’re all encouraged to keep your weaponry close as a precautionary measure. Besides: say you did have the means to contact them in the early morning, what could you have said? 

Come to think of it, would either party understand each other’s intentions if there was a barrier in language? Hmm…  Suddenly that’s of some concern to you, but you’re not willing to crash the discussion being had by the Jedi and his commanding officers, now that Plo has stepped in to offer his thoughts and insight. Now doesn’t seem like a good time, given what concentrated expressions you can make out in the moonlight, so you’re going to give it a few minutes, at least.

That should give you the time to come up with some solutions to offer them, actually. In the event you find the inhabitants don’t speak Basic, how best could you come up with a way to draw or show such broad concepts like peace, or convey a message that promises you mean them no harm in the spiral bound pages of your sketchbook or the screen of someone’s datapad?

… This is proving harder than you thought. 

And you are not alone in your confusion, your mild frustration, that the conversation between Plo Koon and Commander Wolffe, has continued even now that Sergeants Sinker and Boost have been dismissed. (What could they be talking about now given the comforting nature of the Kel Dor’s hand clasped over the Clone’s shoulder, just above the symbol of the wolf head?) It’s none of your business, but you’re certainly free to wonder, free to let your mind wander in the same way the fireflies continue to float through the glade.

Roused from your thoughts, you find someone calling your name. “Man, the Commander's still busy… Arcadia! Hey, Arcadia, do you want to join us for a quick strategy game or something?” Tack offers, holding up his datapad in demonstration. “It's real simple. I can teach it to you while we play since it's team-based.” 

What the hell. Why not? “Who are we playing against?” you ask with a curious perk of your brow. You pull your datapad out of the canvas bag among your other things, hiding the art book away for the time being as you scoot over next to Tack in the grass.

“Suds and Orchid.” says Tack.

“Oh hells,” Soapsuds moans in mock-complaint, “we're doomed.”

“Don’t be such a cadet about it, Suds, we'll be fine! Just gimme a second to finish what I'm reading…” Orchid insists, halfheartedly raising his right index finger to say one minute please.

Soapsuds makes the mistake of leaning sideways to read off the screen of his shoulder-partner’s datapad, lips fluttering wordlessly as he indulges curiosity. He swears for the first time all day to your knowledge. “What the fuck are you reading? ‘There was only one bacta tank’...?” 

“Great flying Aiwhas, shut up!” Orchid demands in panic, trying to flip over the screen where it lands face-down in the grass in his hurry. “If you're gonna look, don't read anything out loud, bucket-brain!!”

A knuckle is stuffed into your mouth in efforts to keep yourself from giggling at Orchid's expense; you feel it's only fair after how he covered for you this afternoon. What you read is your own business. Just like what he reads is his. If fanfiction (because there's no damn way that's not a fanfiction trope) for some medical holo-drama is Orchid's guilty pleasure, then good for him. Tack pointedly says nothing altogether, instead taking it upon himself to make sure you either have or need the necessary game installed to your datapad. 

Orchid groans defeatedly when he picks up his device. “Oh fuck, I lost my place…” Sighing, he says everyone might as well start playing the strategy game. He won't look Suds in the eye right away, either, clearly frustrated. 

“I'm sorry.” Suds says timidly, gap between the top of his shoulders and his ears shrinking in shame.

“I… I know you are, Suds, you just-” Shaking his head, the Clone with the namesake of a flower just silences himself before he says something he might either regret, or knows will only serve to hurt a brother's feelings in order to spare his own. “Let's talk about something else.” Orchid mumbles after a rather pregnant pause. “Have you played this game before, Arcadia?”

“Not sure what we’re playing and if I have,” you say, trying to find a more comfortable position to sit in, “but Tack’s offered to teach me.”

Suds visibly perks up, retracting his teasing statement from earlier. “So maybe we’re not doomed.” The optimism is short-lived, but it’s precious to see in the moment. 

“Don’t be so sure about that...” Tack returns ominously with a shit-eating grin and a wagging finger just for the sake of theatrics. “We’re all going to play a short and simple game so Arcadia gets a feel for it before anything, and then we’ll play one round for real.” While he walks you through the settings, Tack explains that the game is an espionage simulator of sorts, and a proper game can carry on for ages, making it perfect for those prolonged periods of deep-space travel. Maybe the next time the one-oh-fourth is tasked with a peace mission, they’ll come find you if they can and wrangle you into someone’s team so you get the full experience.

You find that offer very sweet. “Heh. I think I’d like that very much. Sounds like a plan.” 

Just as Commander Wolffe predicted: his brothers would likely wish you were around more, or looked to include you when it came to “doing nothing”. Surprised that it happened this soon, perhaps? Whatever. You’ll take whatever reason, whatever excuse to keep your mind from gravitating towards worrying about what could come crawling out of that living sea of bark and leaf and twig that goes beyond the pale of typical anxieties.

You’re not going to demonize or vilify or think poorly of the inhabitants before you even meet them, of course, that would be wrong of you. Same way it would have been wrong of you to pass verbal judgment of Commander Wolffe this morning before talking to Tack, before giving Wolffe a chance to prove his character to you.

He was a touch dour, at times, certainly… but wouldn’t you likely be, too, if you endured such things and survived? When you survive hard times, you are forever changed by them; the evidence of your ordeal clings to you like thousands of tiny, root-like tendrils, invisible to all but your own eyes.

But forgetting all that for a moment, you really should focus! You’ve been invited to play a game, and while the nature of it invites ample opportunity to sit in long stretches of silence and thought, you can’t keep getting distracted while Tack has offered to teach you the ropes.

You can spend as much time as you want thinking about the once-maroon commander’s history when you’ve completed the game and raised your concerns to him and the Jedi about communication with the people of Little Archossi.

It’s been easy enough so far, helping Tack deploy countermeasures and set up defenses in hopes of trapping Orchid and Soapsuds while each team navigates a large, digital compound in order to steal generically labeled “galactic secrets”. The idea is each team must contend with not only the facility’s failsafes, but deliberate sabotage efforts that will trigger impassable blockades meant to slow the other infiltrating team down, and find an alternate route. Soon enough, you and Tack are roughly neck-and-neck with Orchid and Suds.

It’s currently their turn to make a move, leaving you and the Clone researcher to wait. Suds taps Orchid’s shoulder-plate to get his attention “Hey what if…?” Orchid shakes his head, showing what he has in mind. Suds doesn’t seem to approve, grimacing. “I dunno… Bit much to execute that on someone who’s never played before, don’t you think?”

“Mm? That’s not what I- Oh, sithspit, sorry. Showed you the wrong thing.” Orchid apologizes, making a few hurried taps along his screen to fix the mistake. “This. I meant this.”

“... that’ll work.” 

They activate the responsive measure, meaning you and Tack are now sealed off from taking that route, and they’re a step ahead in claiming the prize. You’ll have to take a longer route to get around the doors, unless you want to waste time and risk the codeslicing at the control panel failing. 

“What happens if codeslicing fails?” you ask everyone as you and Tack plot your new path, “Like what can happen, as some general examples?” 

“Failing to codeslice triggers a few things, and it’s all randomized.” Orchid jumpstarts the explanation for everyone. You might end up sealing up the entire compound and locking everyone in by mistake. Sometimes you end up electrocuting yourself… somehow. Sometimes the wrong thing opens, instead, like a trapdoor. There’s a couple of other outcomes that you’d have to worry about if you were playing on a higher difficulty, or against others of their brothers who believed in ‘gunning for it’, too. All and all it’s a rather informative summary. 

(Never blindly agree to play against an ARC trooper, is heavily emphasized advice.)

“Huh… yeah, think I’ll leave any slicing to the researcher, just in case.” you offer with a slightly nervous chuckle as you adjust the position of your legs. You’re not used to sitting for most of the day, and you’re uncertain if you’re becoming antsy, or if the slight tingle in your toes hails to a budding circulation issue. You never really thought about just how much walking you do around the durasteel halls of the Triumphant until your expectation of a typical day had been taken and turned on its head. When you spend so much time on your feet, so little time at rest, you kinda just get used to being on the move. 

Kinda like Commander Wolffe, actually… Except you’re privileged enough to know how to relax; to even have that option.

The game is over rather swiftly, Orchid and Suds beating your team by a matter of seconds. Incredibly, the secret files contain actual information, always in the form of either a recipe, or some general trivia. It’s a recipe for roasted nuna legs on a bed of your least favorite vegetable, glazed with bantha butter, in this case. Orchid generously offers to share the spoils with you and Tack even though you lost since he’d want a brother, or a friend, to do the same for him. 

You make sure to tell him that’s rather kind of him, smiling over the transferred file name he sends. (anythins_better_than_rations.file)

“Hey, good effort, Arcadia.” Suds tells you encouragingly, and not just as a show of good sportsmanship. “I think you did pretty good! Seemed like Arcadia was picking it up pretty quickly, right, Tack? Was going really smoothly for the first time playing.”

Tack agrees with a wink while you gather up your things. “You’ll get even better next time. But where are you off to in such a hurry? I thought you were interested in doing a real round after the practice.” 

There’s a slight slowdown in your gathering, wondering how to explain yourself.  “I, uh, had a question for the General and-  and…” you say haltingly,  glancing in the direction of where both Commander Wolffe and General Plo had been, only to find it is now just the Kel Dor on the crown of the hill. “... where’d Commander Wolffe go?” He won’t be far, surely, but with some cloud cover creeping in, it’s limited your visibility allowed by the moonlight. Dawning on you now, you don’t have a ‘plastoid sunbonnet’ to utilize night vision like the rest of the Clones in the 104th who are compensating for the shifting environmental conditions without so much as a murmur while each man dons his helmet.

“Question about what?” Tack tries to ask, hoping that with a bit of gentle prodding, he can make sense of why you’re acting like this. Maybe he thinks you’re feeling fearful, apprehensive of the pressing dark while more and more men don their helmets, the soft hiss of setting seals sounding off all around you. “Do you need a light, or something?”

You shake your head politely. You can probably make your way to the other hill even in the semi-darkness safely enough without one, if you mind your footing. By what moonlight you still have, and maybe a little guiding glow of a datapad or a light clipped to someone, you're confident you'll make it okay. 

You’re not a lamb, you tell yourself. You only look the part among so many armored men in the glade. You find you feel more instances of courage than fear in your steps as a lamb walking among so many wolves, today. 

“I’ll be okay.” you promise. 

With a subtle turn of his head, your approach is acknowledged before you’ve spoken a word of greeting to Plo Koon, his eyes trained on the space between two trees in particular. Trees where the moonlight has not yet been snuffed out by the continual, creeping cloud cover. 

He greets you first, while you’re distracted, your name almost a pleased purr. “Arcadia… What can I help you with?”

Plo Koon breaks apart the loose lacing of his fingers and lays one of those same steady hands, previously folded against his stomach, on your own shoulder in a gesture of comfort, a silent measure of guidance. “I… well I had a question for both you and Commander Wolffe, General Plo, but I’m not seeing him.” you explain, any tightness of fear in your voice answered by a slow stroke of his thumb along the top of your shoulder. You suppose you could just tell the Jedi from Dorin, if needed, but… you’d rather Wolffe was there too. 

You think the Force-wielder can sense that, too.

“Don’t worry, Wolffe will return from the gunships in a moment. We’ve put some preparations in place before I intend to return to the settlement discovered earlier.” you’re promised in a tender tone, though he makes no elaboration of the preparations. The shoulder he grasps is graced with a comforting squeeze, just for a moment. It reminds you of times involving your family, your relatives, the people you call your close friends have offered you some of your greatest comfort. “If you would prefer, we’ll wait until he returns before you pull out your sketchbook and explain what concerns you before I depart.”

Voicing your amazement can’t be helped. “How’d you know I had something in my-? The Force?” 

“Mmm… Perhaps…” Plo Koon suggests. “Many gifts can be found in the Force, little one.” he adds sagely. (Deduction likely swings in his favor when people are creatures of habit, as well, if one thinks about this from all sides.)

“That sounds… That must be very overwhelming.” Admittance that it sounds rather confusing is traded for sympathy in its place. If the Force is in every living thing, surrounding and combining everything in an inexplicable weaving, then making sense of all the extra noise must be nothing short of challenging. That’s the moment when the usual comfort found in ‘the Force is available to all lifeforms’ sentiments becomes perverted and transformed by doubt and fear. How can you use the Force to calm your mind - like the young troopers were shown just the morning - when you’ve received no training, you wonder. 

Because as far as you understand there involves some level of training in order to wield it, no matter one’s capacity. 

Certainly doesn’t take training to discern the sound of boots picking their way through the grass and knowing they belong to Commander Wolffe before you and the General turn around to acknowledge him. After hearing him patrolling the edge of the clearing for hours this morning, the perfectly-paced drumming of his feet even across uneven terrain has become well known to you.

“General Plo. Arcadia.” His bucket is neatly tucked to his waist in the crook of his arm, rather than adorning his head, when he draws nearer. Action-ready best describes his appearance, even in the thick of twilight. “Didn’t I see you with Tack, Orchid and Soapsuds, just over there?” He’s asking you more to be sure of something, rather than accuse. “Unless, I’m mistaken. Apologies, if I… perhaps kept you waiting.”

The honeyed timbre of his voice sparks an odd warmth in your chest. “N-no, I was over there. They were teaching me a game, while you and the General were talking.” Suds offers an endearing, jovial wave when he sees the three of you looking in their direction. 

Saving the two of you from yourselves in the slow bloom of bashfulness he notices taking root, Plo Koon steps in, offering assurance and spurring the conversation along. “We haven’t been waiting long. Arcadia had something to ask us, Commander.” The unspoken oh, good in the release of Wolffe’s previously tense brow and overall expression is promising. If he hasn’t kept you waiting long, then there’s no need for further apologies. 

Instead, he’d like to get straight to it. “Understood, sir. When you’re ready, Arcadia.”

Extracting your spiral-bound, you quickly flip past all the spent pages once it’s in your hands to what you need, but you hold off on showing them the loose, airy sketches in graphite and ink right away. “I had a concern about a language barrier, in the event the native peoples don’t speak Basic. Is there a plan for that?” 

The Kel Dor and the Clone trade silent looks, only briefly. It gives you pause. If you went with your gut and hazarded a guess, you’d conclude that they have no such plan. 

In place of cupping his chin, Plo Koon taps a component of his anti-ox mask once in thought. “I don’t recall a protocol droid currently aboard the Triumphant… Commander?” 

“No, General. Hasn’t been a protocol droid aboard in some time.” Rather than regret, the reply seems like masked relief. “Which is unfortunate for today.” Wolffe adds a little too quickly to be a casual afterthought or a follow-up. 

“There are soldiers with experience in communications,” the Force-wielder points out, “so it would be wise to make them aware of these valid concerns.” While it is always a relief to have one’s concerns validated, validity given your current situation feels that much richer paired with the comforting hand that finds its place once more on your shoulder. “I will ask them to be prepared, soon, if that would bring you comfort, Arcadia.”

“It would. Thank you, General Plo.”

You can sort of tell, or at least guess, that Commander Wolffe is wrestling with something to say following up with this; in the end all he can offer you is a curt nod. Funny, that a simple gesture can tell you so much. 

That answers that. Glad your concerns could be addressed. 

Expressing further relief, further gratitude, you laugh off those dark graphite illustrations you tried coming up with. “Guess that also means we - heh - likely won’t need to fall back on these right away.” Though it will force him to either clip his bucket to his belt, or set it at his feet, you choose to give the art book to Wolffe to look at everything you tried coming up with. Giving it to Plo Koon, you worry he’d see his commander’s sketch of you by mistake, and doing so would put him on the spot. Force an explanation out of him in an inorganic manner, maybe. “I… I had the thought to start making those. Just in case we- well, y'know.” 

Again, all he offers is that same, curt nod while looking over the simplistic depictions. Each page is examined silently, tucked back tenderly when he's seen all there is to see. Loosely-shaped silhouettes, some with the ends of their arms overlapping - meant to depict shaking hands - makes him smile when he comes to that page square in the middle of the rest of the spread. 

“Friendship or peace?” he asks you, showing you your own creation and offering the general the chance to see it himself. 

You offer a shrug. “Either. Both.” 

Closing the book, Wolffe extends his hand to return your property to its rightful place. You reach out to take it, expecting him to release his own hold, only it remains in his hand as well. Just for a moment. 

One singular, eternal moment disturbed only with the low whistle of the wind through the forest and the glade. And the look on his face, between the scar, the cybernetic eye, you see an understanding of sorts. Sympathy. It’s a pity to him that you’ve done so much to help his anxieties today, and now you’re experiencing anxieties of your own and he feels he can do, say, so damn little to help. 

“Mmm. I suppose I see both.” he says at last, his voice a low, throaty hum when he prompts you to take the book back from him. “Here, you should hold onto this, for the time being, Arcadia.”

“I’ll keep it handy, just in case.” you promise in a short, breathless whisper. “Should you and the General decide to show it to the… the uh…” There was a flash of something in the trees in the now-scant rays of light from the moon, just over his shoulder, something swooping through the peripheral zone where forest meets clearing. It had been so swift, so silent, you can’t be completely certain you saw something to begin with.

The right, scarred brow quirks with curiosity before it furrows with concern. “Arcadia?” 

You point over his shoulder to both the Jedi and the Clone. “I saw something in the trees… just for a moment.” Instinctually, a gloved hand reaches for one of his DeeCees before the flint-gray commander fully turns around, facing down the forest. Just when the prickling dread begins to fade into the thought that your eyes are playing tricks on you and filling in information due to the low light, there’s a second sighting that is entirely enveloped in shadow, moving just as swiftly and as nimbly as before. A slight tremor begins in your hands, making it difficult to put away your things within the canvas bag you brought today. 

If they suspected danger, you’d likely be asked to shelter in the center-most LAAT. Something. You trust they’d keep you safe, without question. Without doubt.

“Quick, small. Movement pattern suggests it's likely a bird.” Wolffe determines as he resettles the weapon into its holster while turning to face you once more. “Nothing to be too frightened of.” He places the softest of emphasis he possibly can on the fourth word, a small action of assurance and compassion. I understand that you are scared, but I think you can relax. You’ll be safe. 

The initial, innocent murmur of reply that he’s right, it’s just a bird is followed up with self-scoldings and further rambling. You feel silly for feeling this anxious. Actually, you’re not even sure why you do feel this anxious. Yeah, everyone’s nervous of course about General Plo’s intent to return to the settlement and make contact with them, even though it’s a relief he won’t be going alone this time, but- Wait. Who’s even supposed to go with him? 

The general begins with an apology. “My apologies for failing to bring this up sooner, dear Arcadia…” He had forgotten momentarily, and had meant to inform you that in the discussion with the sergeants and the commander, you had been considered among those who would be coming with him. Commander Wolffe will be making this venture, along with Sergeant Sinker and a few other Clones while Sergeant Boost was left in command of those remaining behind in the clearing. But if you would prefer, you could stay with Boost instead. 

It should be your choice to go, no one will pressure you, or question your decision because you are not a soldier.

It feels like an incredible honor, a privilege even, to have been counted among those considered given your civilian status. But you’re not sure. Yes, you’d love to be of further help - because that’s what you’re here for, this is what you signed yourself up for. But what if things go wrong? Yes. you’re oh, so very curious about the Archossians. But there were so many concerns you were unaware of before, worries that had not previously existed. You’d be so exposed, ill-equipped compared to a Jedi and members of the wolfpack.

“C-can I have time to think about this? I’m sorry, I just think that bird got me a little worked up.” 

Yes of course, you’re promised. Taking time to think about this would be for the best, would have been given to you anyway had Plo remembered to tell you when he meant to. You don’t need to apologize or feel poorly for the nerves, either. That was only too understandable. 

It is Plo Koon who speaks, but Commander Wolffe’s hand that is laid on your shoulder this time, heavy and grounding. He is so warm through the raven-black gloves, the slate gray of your uniform. These are not insignificant layers, so how is he so warm? It could be because the ambient planetary temperature has dropped, but the heightened awareness of his touch makes it feel so much more intense. How does the entirety of something so small like his hand remind you of times you’ve basked in the glow of firelight, the warmth that encompassed you, cradled you head to toe simply sitting near it?

(Oh, Maker. How could one be so warm when he’s cloaked in glacier-cold plastoid?)

“We will leave, only once you’ve decided. Take what time you need.” General Koon promises, bowing his head as a mark of his sincerity to you. 

The warmth of his touch remains with you even after he’s released you, even after imparting his advice to you with an encouraging nod and a kinder, more tender tone you can’t recall him speaking to any other civilian crew before now. Before you. 

When he tells you “Go take a walk to clear your head, Arcadia.” you hear it in the voice of a concerned friend, rather than that of a superior.

“I’ll- We’ll wait for you.”

On forested planets, the fresh air should feel so rejuvenating, so invigorating. It should remind you of those beautiful vernal times in your life, the tender sprouts of new growth so precious, so timeless, poking through winter-hardened soil. It should bring to mind things like frog-spawn and the skittish, hooved things that stare at you in mingled fear and wonder as they stand shock-still; their thorning, arching crowns of bone that always look too heavy for such a delicately shaped creature. You should think of those wispy childhood memories punctuated with the presence of crisp linens and budding fruit and petrichor in a place like this. 

So why do you feel so suffocated instead?

You told your fellow crewmates that you were staying. Staying for whatever reason. First you’d be armed with Soapsuds’ blaster. Now it’s one belonging to the flint-gray commander. There had been no initial, serious qualms about meeting with the Archossians, but now, you’re practically dragging a growing web of worry after you with every additional step in the ankle-high grass as you ponder. Every step is measured, deliberate. For safety, you shouldn’t get too close to the trees while you plot along in your pondering patrol.

You had been considered. But you don’t have to go. Maybe you had been wanted for your risk analysis. But they would have said as much, when they told you. Perhaps Plo Koon, his commander, thought you’d be safest if you were kept in closer proximity to them, being responsible for your safety. So surely, they would have laid that out as their reason, were that the case?

And what in the Maker’s name is going on when it comes to your thoughts of - for - the gray commander anyway? Where are all these thoughts coming from now that the sun has been felled from the sky, and the pewter moon has taken her place?

“What is wrong with you, Arcadia…?” you hiss under your breath, not for the first time, or the fifth. Not even the nineteenth, if you count all your unspoken self-questioning. Something just feels amiss. There’s something that’s wormed its way in between the folds of ever-churning thought and new observations from today.

Commander Wolffe is the epicenter of all of it. 

You’re sure of it. 

The planet, the patrolling, the history of the armor paint, the sketches both done by you and of you… it’s all becoming so connected to him. You could never disentangle him from what’s transpired today. From tension to tenderness, you’ve been witness to too much to forget anytime soon.

You almost fear you’ve gotten yourself too involved too soon, entangled yourself too tightly by making your goodness and your heart so freely available to a man who only just this morning had you questioning if a briefing was overboard. Now it just seemed so harmless. Tame, even.

Ground rules laid out with good intentions, his brothers’ safety in mind… How could you think he was overbearing for that?

You didn’t know. Tack had to tell you, was the one who volunteered information about Abregado to help you understand as someone fairly green to the one-oh-fourth. It was the researcher who first divulged that a formidable enemy to the Jedi was responsible for claiming his commanding officer’s right eye. Eyes that have watched you, studied you, tracked you since calling across the other hill to ask what you were doing from his place under the tree. 

Terra cotta, marigold and sunflower leaves. Fawn trunk. Sage grass. And no gray coloring pencil.

You struggled with allowing yourself to call him a friend only a short time ago, but now, that doesn’t feel like it’s enough for the profound respect and sympathy he’s extracted from you. No. There’s something more.

Is what you're feeling merely limerence? Is it love? Has Wolffe charmed you so quickly - perhaps without even truly trying - that you're in such a tumultuous tailspin that you're… almost scared? Almost afraid that should you continue to chip past a grizzled exterior and the ever-roiling anxieties Commander Wolffe keeps a lid on, you'll find yourself truly and too deeply entrenched? Know for a fact that you are falling in love? (Loved by him in return?) 

Distracted in all your storm of thoughts, you’ve strayed too close to the edge of the clearing without realizing; for this, you are targeted. 

The people of Little Archossi are awake. 

Something lands with a sharp thunk! at your feet, narrowly missing your left foot. In the darkness, with the moon still enshrouded in clouds, it’s hard to make out exactly what it is, but it looks to be a… A blow dart?

"What the-?"

"Arcadia, GET DOWN!" Commander Wolffe shouts, nearer than you’d think. You're suddenly pulled backwards, and Wolffe, in most of his kit, throws himself on top of you. You're trembling and twitching in fright below him; wracked with disbelief that he's using his body as a shield for you, of all people. 

You're not one of his men. You're not too important to the crew of the Triumphant. You're by and large unimportant. But it's you who Commander Wolffe has put himself in harm's way for, growling into the sensitive skin of your neck to stop squirming as he tries to ensure you're properly covered under him and make sense of why you’re flailing so much. "Are you hurt? Arcadia, were you hit?" The combined, pressing weight of his body and his armor feels crushing with him practically sharing oxygen with you. 

His helmet must lie in the tall grass somewhere, forgotten. There is no narrow, oddly crimped visor that can soften, or break the strength of his roaming gaze over you now. Storm gray and warm hickory bore into you, and you’re sure nearly through you with the intensity of that gaze. And it’s not the burning, lustful intensity you’d read about in some trashy, guilty-pleasure romance novel either: it's the intensity that you find in the desperate and frightened.

"You're heavy!" you wheeze, fingers clutching the grass for some semblance of support or as an anchor. "Ge-get off!!" Being forcibly pinned down, almost caged, by the man on top of you is a hair's breadth away from triggering your fight or flight response. 

You understand he's trying to protect you - shield you from harm as there's a few more muted phoomp!s coming from the treeline - logically, but… Instinctually, your brain is saying this unexpected bodily contact needs to be fought off. 

Suddenly an amber emergency flare sings into the sky with a shrill FWEEEEeeeeeeeee! before bursting apart far above the glade, and there's a cacophony of panicked voices from the hills. 

"The Commander's been hit!" you hear Soapsuds call - he must have been the one who shot off the emergency flare. 

You do your best to shout back, trying again to shove Wolffe off of you as you hear someone racing down the last hill with the tell-tale buzz of a kyber-blade drawing near. "No! No, we're fine!" One of your palms is planted on the chest plate of his armor, and it just so happens that it's directly above the Commander's heart. Even through the firm and immovable shell of the plastoid, you feel his heart hammering madly. 

You've never felt a heart beating quite so fast in all your life. 

Has he been hit? 

"R-right?" 

The Kel Dor expresses his concern for his soldier as he encourages Wolffe to sit up, "Come now; let little Arcadia breathe… Are you hurt, Commander Wolffe?"

"N-no, General," Wolffe fails to swallow back his stammers, at last pushing himself off just enough to allow you the clearance to scramble backwards out from under him, "I only… I was only trying to pro-protect Arcadia…" 

Plo disengages his lightsaber, and first looks into the thick shadows of the treeline, then up the hill where more soldiers have gathered, weapons drawn. "Wolfpack, stand down." 

On your feet, you take a cautious half-step closer to bridge the distance between yourself and the strangers before you, peeling themselves in increasing number from the treeline. You hear the Clones bristling in their nervousness behind you, feet scuffling through the grass and soil as they shift their weight, and the soft squeeze of their gloves as they slowly, deliberately re-holster most of their blasters at the order of the Jedi. 

“Steady…”

Hands raised to chest height, you show them flat, empty palms to prove you don’t intend to do any harm with the weaponry tucked in your waistband. The darts were merely warning shots, you assume. Another half-step. A half of a half.

“He-hello-” Your voice comes out in a slight tremor, but it's nothing you can’t recover from. “My name is Arcadia. I’m sorry for coming too close to your forest before we had a chance to introduce ourselves to you.” The other party in this delicate encounter only stare back in return; not immediately extending their own greeting or lowering most of their own weaponry.

It’s apparent, at least from what you can immediately see, that the weaponry they possess is a lot more traditional than modern. You’re seeing bo staffs and short, hooking knives in the hands of those with graying hair, adorned in copper-based jewelry that has lost most of its luster thanks to the gradual development of patina from the look of things. There are very few who boast something that looks like it would be only slightly out of place in the weaponry of the Grand Army of the Republic; these… Archossian (you don’t know what else to call them!), some men, some women, are younger, their hair dark like shadow and tied with twine up out of their faces.

The features are familiar and human; the most marked difference in their appearance when compared to you or the Clones is the ash-colored, leathery skin and the long, unbroken lines of what appears to be either chalk or mud painted on the skin of their arms from shoulder to wrist. Their nails are long, almost claw-like, as well. 

All eyes, pale yellows like the color of starmelt, are trained on you rather than Plo Koon, who is much closer to them than you are. You seem to be the only one who can’t seem to fucking shut up no matter how urgently either Sinker or Boost advises silence. “We don’t mean any harm. What… what do you call yourselves?” Commander Wolffe has been steadily creeping closer, just an arm’s length away from reaching you and possibly saving you from yourself, intent on pulling you back and away.

“Arcadia… What are you doing?” He’s nearly pleading with you to come to your senses, to let the General take it from here as he intends. 

One of the Archossi raises their left hand in a futile attempt to stay the Commander’s, speaking for the first time in raspy, imperfect Basic. “Now come, gray one, there is no need to silence your messenger. The one who calls themselves Arcadia was speaking, had not yet invited us to speak. Merely being polite.” It’s an elderly man with a bent back who leans on his staff for support that addresses you and the commander, likely some figurehead to the people you’ve encountered, or at least someone who is deeply respected. Many nod in show of agreement when he concludes the word polite. “We are the Chossi. Simple, humble star worshipers.” 

“Chossi. What a unique name.” 

The compliment is paid in hopes that it will settle everyone, temper the challenging expressions given by those presumed to be young adults of their people at the very rear of their group. This is when you notice some women and men alike are carrying children on their backs. From the inhale that hitches in many men’s throats behind you, the Clones have noticed too. 

Breaching the thick blanket of mounting silence, Plo Koon addresses one of the curious children who has walked forward with a Dorin greeting and a solemn oath. Offering his hand to the child, the Force-wielder speaks, “Koh-to-ya, little one. As my friend Arcadia promised, we mean your people no harm.”

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love's all fair when you're checking the decisions between you and seungkwan on the basketball court on the island of jeju

pairing: seungkwan x reader themes: vacation!(Y/N), resort worker!seungkwan, jeju!seungkwan, there's no mention of caffeine but assume seungkwan still has his caffeine addiction 🤣 wc: ~2600 genre: fluff note: first fic released in a long while! hope you enjoy this AU :>

“I know you say you’re trying, but are you really?” Seungkwan teases you with a fiery tongue. He looks down at you as if the whole world is in his hand, the corner of his lips digging deep into his smirk. With the basketball cradled in his palm, you shoot daggers into his eyes. Who does he think he is, Troy Bolton?

You're the only two on the court at this late hour, but it's only because of the consequences of your own actions, all of which started just earlier that day.

It's your yearly vacation with your family and they decided, why not go to a resort where the destination is the journey itself?

As soon as you heard that come from your mom's mouth, you weren't sure what to make of the next week you'd be spending in Jeju, a place you'd been to a few times before. You've already visited the major attractions on the island, like hiking the Hallasan volcano, so what are a few more hikes? But realistically, who are you to deny your parents, the ones paying for the vacation in the first place?

Packing was difficult as you've thrown random clothing that you'll hope will make cute outfits when you're on the beachy island, and as soon as you know it, you're on the flight to Jeju, then in the shuttle to the resort, and then your ass is kissing the seat to a poolside view.

September is one of the best times to visit Jeju—the rainy season is starting to die down, but it's still bright and warm outside when there aren't any clouds. There aren't as many tourists at this time, but you've soon figured out that this is the time for locals to make the trip to Jeju so it's almost as crowded as you figured it would be. You suppose it's just another testament to how amazing Korea's geography can be.

As you sip on your drink, your mom beside you flips through one of the many brochures they handed her at check-in.

"Me and dad want to do a cooking class," she says after reading the description. "They'll teach us how to make paella; it's a Spanish rice dish."

"That sounds really yummy," you mindlessly reply, but as soon as you say that, she places one on your torso. "You want me to find things to do too?"

"Why not? Weren't you complaining and asking why we were coming back to Jeju? That's why I chose this place," your mom roughly says. "You don't have to do everything, but at least do something other than staying by the pool all day."

"I guess," you grumble, finally opening the pamphlet. There are a lot of things to try out: surfing and scuba diving caught your eye, but you weren't sure how you'd fare with those very physical activities. When you flip to the other side of the paper, your eyes are drawn to the left side. "Mom, they have an activity center for people my age—"

"Try it out! It'll be fun. Maybe you can go there after lunch and see what things they have planned for the day."

Lunch comes and goes and you have no choice but to venture off on your own, as your parents decided they want to do a wine tasting in the downtown area, taking the rental car with them.

Your first step is to approach the reception area, where you find a young man, probably around your age, manning the desk.

"Hi, good afternoon, how can I help you?" His full cheeks give him a boyish look, and his messy hair just adds to his appearance. He's wearing the same linen shirt the other staff you've seen wear, but on him, it looks just a little bit better.

"I was wondering if you have any information on the young adult activity center here. I saw it in one of the brochures."

A smile beams on his face. "You've come to the right place. I'm the worker in charge of the young adult activity center. I'm Seungkwan."

He puts out a hand for you to shake, and you accept it right away. "My name is (Y/N), it's nice to meet you," you reply back. "When are there usually activities during the day? I'm staying at the resort until the end of the week."

"Usually every few hours is a light activity and sometimes, we do excursions. Let me check to see what we have for today."

As Seungkwan pulls up the schedule on his computer, you say, "You seem a little young to be working at a resort full-time?"

He chuckles, pulling his focus toward you. "This is actually my aunt's resort. I'm working with her until I manage to figure out what I want to do. But I am 21, so I'm not totally young."

"Oh, I'm only a little bit older than you. I'm just turned 22," you reply. "But this seems like a fun job."

"Yeah, I like it most of the time. I'm sort of thinking of going into the entertainment industry, so I'd say this is good practice." Seungkwan shrugs. "So, for today's schedule, we're planning on hiking around the Cheonjeyeon waterfalls. We'll meet at 3:30 so we can make it for the sunset and head back right after that."

"Sounds good. Where's the meeting spot?"

"It'll be right here at the reception desk. We usually have 5 to 10 people come around, especially for the hikes. And since we're at the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, not as many young adults are here." There's something in that sentence that makes you raise an eyebrow but you don't think further of it.

"I'll see you at 3:30 then," you smile. "See you later, Seungkwan."

You find him later on with a pair of sunglasses perched at the top of his head, waving around a tiny green flag. You can't help but laugh at how cutely he spins the flag in circles as he raises his hand high above his head.

"Hi Seungkwan," you say as you approach the group of 7 people so far. Most seem around your age but some have younger faces.

"Hi, (Y/N). You look ready to hike," he smiles and leans in toward your ear, making you feel some type of way when his breath tickles your ear when he speaks. "Some people seem like they've been forced to come by their parents."

You chuckle at his hushed tone and take a good look around you, where everyone is wearing completely different styles that might not be the best for hiking to a waterfall. One guy is wearing an all-white outfit, and you know that can't be good news for a hike.

"I suppose you get this often then?" You ask, as you turn away from him and you rummage through your backpack to find the sunscreen that you'll definitely need with the sun's rays still beating down at this time.

Seungkwan's eyes are stuck on your hands as they glide the sunscreen along your arms and shoulders, not even able to answer your question. He bites his lip as he can see you try to reach the exposed parts of your back with your fingers that just can't find a way there, but he keeps his mouth shut.

"Can," you look back at him with a pleading smile. "Can you put sunscreen on the parts I can't get?"

He doesn't have much of a choice and he accepts the bottle with a flushed face. "Sure," he says, squeezing the product onto his hand and watching the cream soak into your skin. He's embarrassed to admit that he knows the spots on your back that didn't get covered.

"Thanks!" You beam with a bright smile as you turn toward him, not knowing that he'll be thinking about that moment for a long while.

"Bye, Seoyeong, it was nice meeting you!" You wave to a girl who leaves almost as soon as the group returns to the lobby. She doesn't say much back, but you hope you'll get to see her again in the next few days that you're still here.

As people start to break ways, you're reluctant to leave. "Do people usually leave right away, or do they hang around?" You ask Seungkwan. He says he's still on the clock, whether he's with the young adults' group or he returns to manning the front desk, so it doesn't matter much to him how he spends the last part of his day.

"Most leave right away, but you're more than welcome to hang around if you want." Seungkwan smiles and it's the first time you've felt like you want to absolutely squish his cheeks.

You fold your fingers tight, not letting them leave your side. "You don't mind?"

"Of course not. We can get to know each other better, and," he glances down at his watch. "I get off of work in 45 minutes and that was a pretty hefty hike, so we can grab food if you want? I can take you somewhere outside of the resort."

...Is this a date?

After letting your mother know that you're off to eat dinner with one of the people you've met at the hike, you click your seatbelt buckle and are ready to go wherever he leads you. Never mind the fact that you've known him for half the day—you are usually more aware than this—but you just feel good about Seungkwan. Something feels right about him.

"Do you like hamburgers?" Seungkwan asks as he adjusts the mirrors of his car. You can feel your heart pattering against your chest from such a domestic action.

"Yeah. I get them often with my friends after classes." You go deeper into conversation about your academic aspirations when he wonders what courses you're taking, and it's nice, to say the least. You enjoy getting to know someone better and it definitely doesn't hurt that you find him attractive. Maybe he's just being nice and maybe he's done this with other people who have been to the resort and met up with him, but you're only here for a few days anyway. If things don't work out, it's fine.

Seungkwan's a smooth driver as you glaze over his appearance: his brown hair floating up and down when the wind blows through it, the wire glasses that perch on his nose, and a smile that comes about often when he's speaking. He doesn't let the conversation drop, making sure he's nodding his head in acknowledgment while also keeping his eyes on the road.

As he approaches the parking lot of the restaurant, you mention that parking is so difficult.

"No, it's pretty easy," Seungkwan shakes his head. He removes his hand from the wheel and places it on the back of your seat as he reverses the car into the space.

"Easy for you to say," you mutter, trying to look in the side mirror if your face can get any redder.

After you head into the restaurant and order your food, you look out the window and even a simple hamburger place has the best views. "I wouldn't see the ocean while eating a burger like this in Seoul."

"Just another great thing about Jeju," Seungkwan says as he digs into his burger. "This is my favorite burger place, I go here pretty often whenever I finish a shift."

"I like your shirt, by the way. It looks good on you," you blurt out and you can't help but take a huge bite of your burger so you can shut up.

Seungkwan sets down his burger and covers his laugh with a napkin. "Thanks," he replies after he settles down. It's a simple outfit—just a blue button-up with a white inner shirt, but it's the rolled-up sleeves that do it for you.

You move on from that topic as soon as you can.

"Thanks for taking me there, Seungkwan," You grin as you walk out potbellied after the meal. "And thank you for paying for me too, you didn't have to."

"Just wanted to show you around is all, so it's my pleasure."

You're not quite sure what he means of it, but he brings you to a walkway that leads down to the coast. "This is a nice place to walk along," you say as your shoes crush the sand below you.

"Yeah, I usually like to exercise after my meals, especially with burgers," he laughs at himself.

The two of you walk in silence for a little bit, taking in the sights and sounds of Jeju, a place Seungkwan has known forever and a place you're just here to touch on for a few days.

"Hey," Seungkwan pipes up. "Do you like basketball?"

“You suck, Kwan,” you say, as you jump, jump, jump. Your arm stretches out as far as you can, fingertips grazing his forearm each time your feet leave the ground. “What happened to playing a fair game?”

You're surprised that you get the court all to yourselves. Seungkwan said that the courts close for guests around 9 at night, but since it's his aunt's resort, a key can solve all of his problems. The floodlights are still on, illuminating the green and white basketball court you stand on.

“This is fair!” He can’t help but to laugh. “You just can’t reach me because you’re short.” His eyes crinkle at the outer points, still keeping enough focus to maintain the ball in his possession. Damn you, Seungkwan.

Maybe it’s the heat, or maybe it’s all of the mixed signals he’s been giving you but ah, to hell with it. It’s time for you to get on the offense and make a move.

With a deep breath in and out, you wrap your arms around his waist, looking up at him with the softest eyes you could muster.

As soon as he feels contact on his body, only a layer of clothing between your fingers and his midriff, his face burns. And you have never seen Seungkwan flustered to a point that the ball falls from his hand immediately and bounces multiple times on the court.

His feet are frozen and his eyes land on you, even as you run after the ball and sink a shot that’s not the cleanest, but still swishes through the net. 

Grabbing the ball, you saunter up as cool as you can, and hold the ball on your hip as you stand face-to-face. “Maybe that wasn’t fair, but I was trying at least.”

Your smart comment goes right over his head, as he’s still trying to process what the hell just happened.

"(Y/N)," he can only manage to utter, looking around to see if anyone saw what he just experienced. His eyes are wider than the full moon in the sky and he blinks a few times to shake off his surprise. "Yeah, I guess that would be trying." He puffs his cheeks and purses his lips, not knowing what else to say.

"I think you're cool Seungkwan."

"You do?"

"But I mean, do you do this with all the girls you meet when they come here for vacation?"

You have time to run away if need be, but you find yourself taking one, two, three steps closer to him.

"No," he replies, his voice softer than ever before. "Only you."

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[almightyellie]

just like a movie

in which rooster bradshaw has it bad, and there are a few tell-tale signs. or five ways that bradley bradshaw shows that he loves you.

author says friends......im in my tgm era. this is all just sweet n soft and daydreamy. loose inspo here and also here

word count: 2.8k

title song: just like a movie // wallows

01.

rooster bradshaw is the kind of man they write romance novels about.

maybe not the adventurous, hit-the-ground-running kind of romance hero you were so used to. no, your rooster is the strong and steady. he’s careful and kind, sweet and hardworking and dependable. he’s doting, maybe slightly desperately so. his adoration for you is entirely unabashed and every new text, bouquet of flowers, and compliment has you a little more obsessed with him. it’s only been a few weeks since you met through a friend of a friend; your friends had failed you on the blind date front more than a few times. your hopes are low by default. that was, until rooster came in and swept you off your feet so quickly that you felt a headrush.

rooster bradshaw hasn’t been so infatuated with a girl since he was in high school. it should be annoying. it should be frustrating that you’re all he can think of—he's an adult, for god’s sake, but he gets a rush from it all. something about you so perfectly compliments him. as far as he knows, you two are the perfect pair, and every interaction the two of you have only cements the idea in his mind.

you mentioned the book on your second date—maybe your third, he can’t remember. no, it isn’t anything he would read on his own, but he has to admit that it is fascinating. he keeps it on his bedside table, though he finished it only days after he received it in the mail. he keeps meaning to talk to you about it, but something keeps the information inside. maybe it’s that he’s forgetful. more likely, maybe it’s how bashful he feels. rooster’s not one to be embarrassed; no, he was raised to say what he meant and look confident while he did it, but it’s a little pathetic that an off-handed comment from you convinced rooster to spend fifteen dollars and a couple days off reading a book that he would normally have little interest in.

so sure, rooster will bring it up to you one day, probably. but for now he enjoys that he knows you a little better, that he’s unearthed another piece of the puzzle that makes you who you are. it’s enough for him.

on a rainy day in which the two of you were supposed to go to the beach, you instead end up curled up on his couch. it’s much more common that you two spend time at your place, but you love spending time in rooster’s home. it’s so perfectly him; clean but still lived in, warm with pictures covering the walls.

when rooster jumps up to open the door for takeout, you glance at your phone and frown. “hey, can i use your charger?”

he throws a look over his shoulder, and the sight of him makes you smile smally. his sweatpants are paper-thin, so clearly loved over many years, and the t-shirt stretched across his shoulders makes him look so…domestic. “of course,” he answers easily, pointing at the door off the kitchen. “s’in the bedroom.”

you listen as he genially greets the delivery person, taken by just how perfect he seems. taken by how easily you can picture yourself living this day over and over and over again. 

just when you think the day is too idealistic, you reach for the phone charger plugged in next to his bed and habitually read the title of the book on his nightstand. surprised, your brows pinch. when you pick up the book and run a finger across the blurb on the back, you hear the front door close. had he gotten this because of you? 

the very idea makes you a little giddy.

you pad back into the living room, phone charger in one hand and book in the other. the plastic bag the food was delivered in rustles as rooster begins pulling everything out, humming lowly to himself. “roos, when did you get this?” you ask, and he looks up at you, hands not stilling. they do, however, slow slightly when he catches sight of the book you hold up.

casually, he shrugs, but the flush that grazes the tips of his ears tells you everything you need to know. “a few weeks ago.” his heart begins to quicken when you don’t answer, so he straightens up to look you in the eye. “you said you liked it.”

“yeah,” you murmur. “i do.”

wiping his hands on his sweatpants, he makes his way over to you and wraps an arm around your waist. “i thought it was pretty good. a little out of my wheelhouse maybe, but…”

adoration shoots up through your body so quickly that it knocks every other emotion out of its way. he sees it in the way your eyes soften and the corners of your mouth turn down. he leans to press a kiss to the corner of your lips, but you turn just in time to give him a real kiss. one of your arms wraps around his neck, keeping him close to you while you fawn over him; rooster wonders how he ever could have been so silly, trying to hide such a thing from you. he should have known this would be your reaction. he should have known it would only make things better. 

pulling away, you press a kiss to the scars on his chin. “you are so whipped for me.”

with a roll of his eyes, he backs you up onto the couch. both the charger and the book fall from your hands when you giggle. “oh, is that what you think?” he asks, eyes glinting with mischief. you both know the answer is a resounding yes, but then his fingertips are slipping under the waistband of your own sweatpants and you fail to answer.

02. 

rooster is one for details. it shouldn’t surprise you so much; he’s a military man, after all. his entire life is dedicated to paying attention to such small details, to ensuring that he has every little bit of information he can get. 

you just say things. you always had; none of your past partners had taken such an interest in little things like that, like your favorite book or your order at the cafe down the street or what color you liked them in. you never expect for any of these escaped thoughts to take root in bradley’s mind. he takes your every word as gospel. 

it’s impossible to you that he keeps all these details straight; that you like him in blue or you hate radicchio in your salads or which of your coworkers you’re pissed off at. he does, though, whether you expect him to or not.

he’s turning into a walking rolodex of your likes and dislikes, of your preferences and your pet peeves, of your hopes and fears. faster than anyone ever has, it seems, rooster is growing to know you. every single bit of you, good and bad.

“i like you in blue,” you said softly, brushing the collar of his shirt gently. it’s tucked away in his mind, another little tidbit. he swears he won’t forget it. he knows he won’t, really, because you look at him with the sweetest smile right after you say it, like you’re cataloging this moment the same way he is.

it’s why, when he knows you’ve had a bad day, he wears blue when he shows up at your door. your lips turn down when you see him, eyes puffy from tears. you’re thrilled to see him, even though you told him not to waste his night on watching you cry. the tears welling in your eyes and the noticeable frown growing on your lips is due entirely to relief. you had thought you wanted to be alone. you thought you wanted to wallow in your misery without subjecting rooster to your ranting and your sobbing and your frustrations. you had thought these things before rooster showed up, and you realized that all you wanted was him.

he knew you better. he always did.

03..

“i’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day!” he belts heartily, and you giggle, leaning into the passenger side door to escape him when he grabs for you. it’s a futile effort, of course, half because he’s so big that he could grab you from the backseat if he needed to, but also because you don’t actually want to get away from him. “when it’s cold outside, i’ve got the month of may.” he turns to you, grabbing for you once more and successfully catching your hand in his. “c’mon, baby, sing with me.”

you don’t think you’ll ever get used to him. with a roll of your eyes and a flutter of your stomach, you give in. “i guess you’d say, what can make me feel this way?”

“my girl!”

“my god,” you laugh only half as loudly as he sings, and he grins at you, kissing your knuckles. 

he’s a serenader, which you actually should have expected. rooster bradshaw is not a man of many words. 

rather, rooster has a lot to say, though whether or not the words are right is impossible to say. vulnerability is a rarity and you can tell that it’s frustrating for him, because fuck, bradley loves you. and all he wants in the world is to figure out a way to tell you just how much; he wants you to know that every time you look at him it feels like he’s been punched in the chest, and every time you laugh he feels like this, you are what he’s been waiting for his entire life. you’re the girl he yearned for when he got his heart broken for the first time, and the woman his mother told him would find him. there’s no eloquent way for him to tell you that it feels like every step he’s ever taken has led him directly to you. every half-smile you afford him makes him feel a little more whole. 

he just can’t find the words, and until he does, he’ll use someone else’s.

if he was a more worldly man, he might use poetry. maybe something from one of those classic novels of his mother’s that have been sitting untouched on his shelf since she passed. it’s not true to him, though, to give you words from brontë or wilde or austen. he doesn’t know much when it comes to classic literature, but music? rooster knows music.

the beach boys, michael bolton, maybe a little too much peter cetera, and you’ve never met someone with so much taylor swift in their repertoire (“babe, it’s not my fault she knows the perfect formula for a love song”). it used to make you bashful, which he adored, but he likes it better now that you sing along with him, basking in his attention. his mother, ever a hopeless romantic, had adored every love song ever written, which means that rooster is well-versed. you don’t know that you’ve gone a day since meeting rooster without hearing a love song in some capacity, whether he’s screaming in the car or murmuring lyrics in the kitchen, sending you spotify links or humming in your ear. 

leaning his elbow on the console, he presses your knuckles to his cheekbone and you ignore the violent flutter that rages inside of you. how many months, you wonder, will you be together before he stops leaving you speechless? how long until you stop feeling a rush of adrenaline every time you see him? how long until he looks at you with those pretty brown eyes and you aren’t speechless?

the temptations fade out and “first day of my life” starts. bradley grins and begins tapping the rhythm against your hand with his thumb. the two of you listen in silence for a moment, and bradley almost makes it to the end of the song before he starts singing along. you look over at him, admiring the way the sun hits him just so, shining through his sunglasses and glinting off his watch. 

he glances over at you, the bronco rolling to a stop. “i mean i really think you like me,” he sings along, and it’s your turn to kiss his knuckles. 

“i love you, bradley,” you assure him quietly.

he beams.

04. 

you’re on the couch when bradley trudges into your apartment with nothing but an unhappy little groan, and you close your book softly. “hey, how was work?” the question is more of a formality, really, because just the way he carries himself is enough to let you know that it hasn’t been a good day.

he grunts in response, kicking off his boots and shrugging off his jacket. you frown, moving to stand, but he shakes his head. “no, stay there.”

he’s not prone to bad days. sure, he’s a little angsty sometimes, but who isn't? he isn’t one to let a bad moment ruin his entire day; it must have been one thing after another for him to be so visibly upset. “do you want to talk about it?”

“no,” he responds softly. “i just want to be with you.”

you feel yourself melt a little, and you nod. bradley forces your body right to the arm of the couch, his body overtaking the rest of the cushions when he puts his head in your lap. the idea of him having a bad day kills you, but you love it when he’s needy like this. when he grabs onto you and won’t let go, keeping you tucked into his side until he feels better.

his cheek is warm against your thigh and he reaches up to grab your hand, placing it in his hair himself. “clingy,” you murmur, beginning to scratch his scalp softly.

“you’re clingy,” he returns lazily.

“okay, buddy.”

he tells you stories, sometimes, about his childhood, about his mother. they were inseparable. after his father passed, bradley had no choice but to be his mother’s boy, and he had adored her. on bad days, he had done exactly this. had laid his head in her lap and listened to her sing or talk about her day or watched her soaps.

and you’re sure he doesn’t remember telling you those stories, but you do. how could you ever forget? how could you forget that this vulnerability, this closeness, is something that he’s only shared with a woman he holds in such high esteem—a woman he spoke about constantly, one who he so clearly loved—and you? 

in the years since his mother had passed, bradley had endured a great deal of bad days on his own. he had ignored the pleas of previous partners to let them lighten his load. you’re the only one since her that he had trusted enough to comfort him. your bradley, as emotionally intelligent as he might be, might never understand how much it means to you. you don’t need him to. it’s enough for you that he wants you, too.

05. 

rooster slips from the bed, the sun only just breaking over the horizon, and he watches the minute pinch of your brows when the bed shifts. in the few months since you two have been living together, you’ve grown used to him waking so early. it’s rare that he wakes you anymore. 

he raises his palms to the sky in a long stretch as he rounds the bed. it’s habitual, now, to straighten everything up when he wakes. “b?” you ask, voice raspy, and his head lifts, searching for your eyes in the dusky morning light. 

“go back to sleep, baby,” he murmurs quietly. he grabs the blankets that you’ve kicked off throughout the night, pulling them back over your legs and tucking you in.

sleepily, you reach for him, and your drowsy fingers grasp his wrist. “love you.”

his heart trips over itself at your half-conscious reassurance. he leans to kiss your temple tenderly, pulling the blankets up to your shoulders. “i love you more.”

you grunt disapprovingly, already pulled back under consciousness, and he chuckles quietly. bradley is truly defenseless against the violent waves of adoration that crash against him. you’re a little competitive even when you’re asleep—unrelentingly adoring and affectionate as ever. you are, as much as ever, his sweetheart. soft even when you’re fighting, kind even when you’re unhappy. he loves you more than ever, the other half of his perfect pair. 

as for you…you love him for different reasons each night. sometimes because he’s sweet and sometimes because he’s strong. sometimes because he cooks dinner and does the dishes. you love him in the mornings when he gets ready quietly so as not to disturb you, and you love him in the afternoons when he sends you texts during his lunch. you love when he kisses your forehead and presses his palm to the nape of your neck to remind you that he’s there. you love him when he smiles and when he frowns and when he laughs.

every single day, you love him because he’s bradley, and that’s plenty good enough for you.

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[meetmyothersouls]

💀 surprise me, but not THAT scary please. thank u 🥴💓

Happy first day of Halloween!

I’ve got you babe 🤗 I’m pulling some inspo from the movie Barbarian, and a few others that have a common theme that I’m intrigued by in what I consider “modern horror themes”

Also so sorry, this was supposed to post last night but I fell asleep before I got the chance to post it!

Wrong House

Warnings: slow burn, spooky, flirting, dark themes, adult themes, not proof read.

You pull up to the airbnb that you reserved for yourself a month ago. It’s dark out and also rainy, so you can’t really see the other houses around you and you silently curse yourself for not checking out the area beforehand. Oh well, it’s late and you want to go to bed and get out of these wet clothes that were already drenched from a few minutes of standing in the rain.

You know how these things work, having rented a few air bnbs in the past, however, you never usually do this alone, you’ve usually got a few of your friends or cousins flanking you, keeping you company and easing your anxieties which is exactly what you wish for as you reach in the box that should have contained the key to your rental.

“Fuck,” you say as you pull out your empty hand.

You walk back to your car, mind blank as you think on what to do. It’s too late to call anyone, so you start your car, having come to the conclusion that getting a motel for the night may be your only option.

But a light flipping on in what should be your air bnb grabs your attention. You should turn around, drive to one of the six motels you saw on the way here, but damn it that air bnb is yours! You booked it a month ago, and payed good money for it, so you get out. You march up to the front porch, the rain soaking you all over again, and pound on the door.

“Hello!?” You say as you as you knock against the wood. You hear footsteps thudding through the house, but they aren’t running away or hiding they’re heading toward you. You hear the fast click of the dead bolt unlocking the door followed by the clinking of what sounds like a chain lock.

“Hello?” A man says as he opens the door. He looks tired, like he’d been sleeping before your arrival.

“Uhm hi,” you smile. This is awkward. “Sorry, but I think you’re in the wrong house.”

He rubs one of his eyes and chuckles, but it’s not one of amusement. “What?”

“I rented this airbnb on Vrbo last month, see,” you say pulling out your phone showing him your verification email.

He furrows his brow, takes your phone from you. A long, skinny finger scrolls as the light from your screen illuminates his rather handsome face.

“Listen, I’m not sure what to tell you. I also rented this air bnb about a month ago on Home Away.” He turns motioning further back into the house. “I can grab my phone, show you the receipt.”

He turns around before you answer, but you stop him. “No it’s okay. I’ll go. I passed a few motels on the way over. I’ll call Vrbo in the morning.”

You sigh as you turn around. You kick the water in a puddle as you trudge back to your car. How the fuck can they make this kind of mistake? You’re already stressing over what you’ll say to them on the phone tomorrow when his voice causes you to turn back around.

“Hey, uh, I’m not sure if you’ll get a motel tonight.”

“Why not?” You raise your voice a little as the rain comes down harder.

“There’s some fuckin’ medical convention in town. Everything’s booked.” You run a hand through your hair, and a few fingers catch on some of the tangles. You turn your face up to the sky, it’s requiring a lot of effort to not scream into the night. “Look, the rains picking up. Why don’t you come in, you can call around to some motels, see if they have any vacancies and at least you’ll be out of the rain.”

“Thanks,” you say unlocking your car. “But I think I’ll just call around while I drive.”

“I don’t really like the idea of you driving around at night. Alone. Lots of creeps out here,” he responds quickly. “Come inside where it’s safe.”

You consider his words, and while half of you thinks joining a stranger inside of an air bnb is a terrible idea, the other half of you wants to change your wet clothes and be done with this night, so you grab your bag and walk inside.

——————

After an hour of phone calls, and no vacancies you give up with an exhausted whine. “You were right,” you sigh. “Not one vacancy.”

He’s holding back an I told you so, you can tell, but instead he says “why don’t you stay here. I mean we both paid for this place, there’s no real reason either of us should leave. Stay the night and we’ll call these idiots in the morning.”

“I don’t know,” you say. “I don’t even know your name. And staying inside of an air bnb with a stranger doesn’t seem like the smartest idea. How do I know you’re not some creep?”

He holds out a hand, “my names Timothee. Not a creep.” He’s got a nice smile.

You smile back and shake his hand. He’s charming, too, but you’re still wary. This situation is weird and you don’t plan on letting your guard down anytime soon. “Timothee Not a Creep. I’m y/n.”

“So now we’re not strangers,” he says, still holding onto your hand. He lets it go and walks over the the kitchen.

“Technically we are still strangers.”

“Well what do you want to know. I’m an open book. Wine?” He holds up a bottle with a ribbon on it as he speaks from the kitchen.

“No thanks, I don’t drink.”

“Okay then water?”

You hesitate, not wanting to take a drink from him. “Sure.”

Timothee sits the water down on the coffee table in front of you. You stare at it, but don’t pick it up to drink it. Not yet, you think as you decide to feel this dude out. You inspect if from a far, not being too obvious. It looks like, well it looks like just water. But then again you’re not an expert on how spiked drinks look. Nothing is floating in it or swirling.

“It’s safe,” he says, seemingly reading your thoughts. “I didn’t put anything in it,” he chuckles and you can’t tell if he’s offended or genuinely amused.

“Oh no, I wasn’t thinking that.”

“You can go get your own, I mean if you want to be sure, it won’t hurt my feelings.”

You decide to take a drink, feeling bad for assuming he’d drug you.

It’s silent. Awkwardly so, as you sit and he smiles at you. You crack one back, feeling stupid.

“You should take the bed,” he says, standing up after a too long period of silence.

“Oh no. No. Truly I’d rather sleep on the couch.”

“Why?” He asks, and it catches you off guard.

Because you took his Airbnb, because the couch is closer to the door for an easy escape if needed, because he’s kind of creepy and intriguing all at the same time. “I have a thing about sleeping on dirty sheets.”

Timothee disappears into the bedroom, returning moments later with arms full of bedding. You hear the washer open and the soft shuffle of blankets and sheets being loaded in. He starts the washer and reappears in the living room.

“Problem solved.” He smiles and it’s cute. “Though we’ll have to stay up until they’re done washing and drying.”

———————

It takes a collective hour for the bedding to completely wash and dry. In that hour you and Timothee talk and get to know each other. You find yourself able to loosen up. You tell Timothee things you’ve told few others and he listens.

He’s a great listener.

You even take a few sips of his wine. You don’t like it but you feel content. Happy.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you say holding up your hands. “There’s no way you think I Know What You Did Last Summer is better than Scream. There’s now way!”

“Okay listen! Hear me out!” He stands up and walks around the coffee table to explain. “If you look at it from a filming standpoint you-”

The loud beep from the dryer sounds, interrupting Timothee’s speech.

“Guess that’s you’re sheets.”

“Yeah I guess so.” You check the time on your phone. 12:30am. “Fuck it’s late. We should get to bed anyway.”

“I’ll help you with your sheets,” he says. “Unless that’ll make them dirty again.”

He’s teasing you and you kind of like it. “I’d love your help, you jerk.”

Timothee disappears for a moment and reappears with an arm full of bedding. He jerks his head toward the hallway and you follow him into your new room.

It’s dark and smells faintly of old wood. Kind of like an antique shop. Timothee helps you with the fitted sheet and the pillow cases before heading toward the door.

“It was nice meeting you, y/n. I’m sorry they fucked up your reservation, but I’m kinda glad they did.”

He’s making you feel all fuzzy inside and half of you wants to ask him to stay in the room with you tonight, but you don’t do instead you say, “me, too.”

He smiles a big smile that’s extremely cute, but kind of shy and sad all at the same time.

“Goodnight, y/n.”

“Goodnight, Timothee.”

————————

You jolt awake and it’s still dark outside.

3:15am.

You’ve only been asleep for a few hours, but the dreams you were having were…strange and you can’t sleep now.

You turn on the lamp on the bedside table and for whatever reason you notice a wallet on the dresser in front of the bed. Curious, you get up and grab it, bringing it back to your bed. It’s old, worn out leathers. Soft after years of use. The corners are tattered and tiny pieces of blue fluff from Timothee’s jean pockets are stuck to it. This makes you smile. You open it up and his New York ID pokes out of the top of one of the pockets. You shouldn’t be going through his stuff, but the Airbnb shouldn’t have made the mistake that they did, and you shouldn’t have drank wine earlier. Lots of things that shouldn’t have happened happened. So you continue to pull it out. You smile immediately at his ID photo. His curly hair looks soft and it sticks out in a variety of directions. You silently curse yourself for not touching it a few hours ago. His smile is that big one he gave you before exiting the bedroom for the night. Goofy and slightly shy. You shake your head, unable to believe that you’re falling for someone you’ve only spent a few hours with and don’t even really know. You move to slide it back in but something catches your eye underneath his photo.

Chills pepper your skin as you read the dates on his drivers license.

DOB: December 27th, 1958.

Issue Date: December 27th, 1985.

What the fuck?

You look at your phone, checking the date incase you’re still fucking dreaming.

October 1st. 2022.

There’s no way this guy is 64 years old. There’s no fucking way. He looks exactly like he did in his ID photo from the 80s!

Immediately, you Google his name.

At first nothing comes up and you almost give up, but page two of Google reveals many articles with Timothee’s name in it.

You click one.

-Suspected Suicide of a young New York male by the name of Timothee proves to be more.

- Suicide or Murder? Young New York local found dead in quiet neighborhood.

-Who killed Timothee? Was it him or was it someone or something more sinister.

You throw your phone as you hear his voice.

“Y/n?”

He sounds far away, like he’s rooms away. But you’re in the only bedroom.

You don’t answer.

And it’s eerily quiet.

“Y/N HELP ME.”

This time it booms through your room and it sounds like it’s coming from under your bed.

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[donnerpartyofone]

So what happened yesterday was, I had stupidly run out of the methylphenidate ER dose that I'm currently on, and decided to take two of the lower dose that I had left over from before. (Ironically I completely flaked on a doctor's appointment for the first time in my life when I was supposed to get the current script refilled, I just got so sick I forgot what was happening, but if you're going to flake on a doctor's appointment I guess it might as well be an ADHD appointment) I thought that the "slightly higher" dose from the two pills wouldn't bother me, I mean I've taken drugs before, but about half way through the day I was suddenly struck with a jarring, physical panic. Fortunately my blood pressure cuff thing didn't say I had to rush to the hospital, but I remained on high alert for the rest of the day and night, which may have colored my perception of what happened.

(don't get too excited, it's just weird)

I took the ferry to see my friend's demonic horror movie (the ferry is a highly underrated form of local transit, it is awesome especially on a rainy night), which was cute, and I love being at the movies even though you always run the risk that other people will taint your experience. Even the religious dogma of the Alamo Drafthouse doesn't stop people from being assholes, and sure enough as soon as a couple of young women (early 20s? idk) sat next down next to me, I started to smell this hot, spitty, artificial sweetener smell, and I realized oh no this bitch is chewing gum. I have a good amount of misophonia and gum is my enemy in any circumstance, but the girl was fully snapping the gum and blowing bubbles for the first 15-20 minutes of the movie. (She had to get rid of it when their cookies arrived) That was a tough one because even if I were the kind of broad who picks fights with strangers, it would be hard to win a fight about chewing in a business that is serving food...but anyway when the server came through to get them situated, they had some sort of altercation that left them both in hysterics. The second the lights came back on they both started ranting about how the server was sooo mean to them because apparently when they sat down one of them took her shoes off, and she was told to put them back on. This girl is going "I'M GONNA LOOK THAT UP AND SEE IF IT'S A REAL RULE! I BET IT'S NOT EVEN A RULE!" as if "no shirt no shoes no service" hasn't been a national punchline for decades and it's just a random and petty punishment that certain eateries uphold to be perverse. I guess also when the guy asked to pre-swipe a card for them so they wouldn't have to pay in the middle of the movie they didn't understand him and that made them mad, and then they were mad that he put the cookies on "the wrong table" (the one between them) as if they weren't both eating them. Like ok guys, I was young once, I too have been rude and been mildly corrected by an adult and been so humiliated that I had to make up a big story about how the adult is an insane person who hates me personally. I was 12 once, too. But holy shit you are old enough to get into this late R-rated movie, do your parents usually take you or what the fuck is your problem?

So as I was leaving I looked up the best way to get home (too late for ferry) and the apps were all giving me a big red Storm Warning warning that I had never seen before and suggesting that trains were running very irregularly or not at all until tomorrow. Outside it was warm and misty, not remotely as stormy as it had been when I arrived. What was going on? I got lost going to what was supposed to be the station with the earliest train, went into the station with the MOST trains, and just decided to just take whatever train came first going in the vaguely-right direction. The world outside the theater seemed to have become very apocalyptic while I was in there, and I was intensely watching my back. When I saw a tall thin woman all in black shuffling down the platform, I did a double take; my first impression was that her face was covered in blood. When I looked again I saw that she had bright red, very wet makeup of some kind smeared from her nose to her chin. The rest of her face was covered in a similar substance that was pitch black. She was not white, is the only other detail I was sure of. I couldn't evaluate the situation. Is this a performance? Is she dangerous? Is she in danger? What should I do? My train came before I could figure it out.

gif by @brody75 stupid tumblr wouldn't give it to me normally

A few stops later, the apps said that I should go outside and get a bus that would come in 25 minutes. Ugh, but at least it's coming. As soon as I got outside the apps said that I should have stayed underground and taken another train that was coming in 1 minute. I couldn't even run back in for that because the machine had done something fucked up to my card when I tried to refill it and I was forced to use the transfer for the bus, oh fucking well. So I'm waiting for the bus and I see this other bus coming from the opposite direction with its display flashing "EMERGENCY - CALL 911". I've been living here for a long time and I had never seen anything like that. Was it a real instruction for me? Or was it one of our cop-obsessed mayor's many advertisements for the cops that seem to be everywhere, constantly telling you where are the nearest cops to every location and how you should go find them and give them something to do? The bus pulled up to its stop across the street and I could see that there was just one passenger on it. It seemed scary. A load of people got on at that stop, I wanted to think at least one of them had a uniform on but I wasn't sure. At that moment my bus pulled up. I let everybody else on first and then I told the driver, "That bus across the street is flashing a CALL 911 sign." I thought he would know what to do. Drivers seem to look out for each other. He just stared at me. It was the blankest stare I'd ever seen. He didn't move and he didn't make a sound. I repeated myself and I pointed "That one, over there, is he ok?" ...or whatever I said, I was kind of freaking out. He just nodded, once, and kept staring at me. Then he put it in drive and I sat down.

also @brody75

I had wanted to spend all night working on this project I'm under deadline for--I might as well with all the extra amphetamines in my system--but I could no longer concentrate. I felt like I was in Jacob's fucking Ladder. I also felt like a complete asshole for not helping anyone. I don't know. I never know what to do. I'm constantly getting lost and I have no money and I'm small and clumsy and I don't feel safe with strangers and I don't automatically trust cops and I'm also fairly stupid and cowardly and I don't know how anything works. It's hard for me to imagine taking charge of any situation even when it seems like the choice should be obvious because of instructions or just decency. Also when you start helping people when do you stop? I often think of this standup bit by [cancelled comedian I don't want to argue about] where he describes a younger relative visiting him in the city for the first time, and she's shocked by the first really dire homeless person she sees in Port Authority. She goes rushing over to him and when the comedian stops her she says, "You mean he doesn't need our help?" and he says "Oh no, he needs you desperately! We just don't do that here." And I mean yes, ha ha cynicism, but it's more like how do you even begin to deal with individual instances of a problem that is so huge and ubiquitous that even the large support systems in place can barely handle it. One time in the dead of winter I posted a picture of a pigeon that was so puffed up it was hilariously huge and spherical, and someone scolded me about how "that's a baby" and if I see it again I should transport it to a rehab center. They obviously didn't understand the scale of the photo and must have mistaken the puffery for juvenile down, but it's also like, if I start helping pigeons when will it stop? I've helped a number of animals either get out of a snag or get to rehab when they were obviously incapacitated or sick, but if I lowered my threshold of intervention to "a pigeon that looks cold or uncomfortable", it would never end. Technically probably every rat and pigeon in the city needs some kind of medical attention, they say rats here have diseases that haven't even been identified by science, but what's the actual, rational response for individual citizens?

Anyway I have totally ruined my own weird freaky spooky one-crazy-night anecdote with this awkward musing about what people are supposed to do for each other, and I have made it very clear that I am terrible in an emergency and do not help people. And I'm already imagining arguments with tumblr randos who are always handing out authoritative ethical advice about what to do in every situation, in a way that reveals that they have no real life experience of their own. And now I need to like get to my stupid telehealth visit with the doctor I flaked on last week, and stop being insane, and go back to work. I don't really know why I write these things down. I guess I must have to.

[lovelytenlee]

Kun x Ten au

Warnings: Angst (?), implied masturbation, erection, light swearing

Genre: Romance, erotica

Word count: 1700+

Pt. 2/3

pt. 1 https://lovelytenlee.tumblr.com/post/696297148204122112/kun-x-ten-au)

pt. 3

Part 2: Ten

Ten was aimless that day. He had no work to be done, no projects to finish, and no friends had been made yet.

It had been a few months since he decided to move to the Big Apple, and he was struggling to make friends. He was acquainted with people, mostly coworkers, but nothing meaningful yet. He found making friends as an adult in a new city was harder than he anticipated. So he had time to kill.

He was lying in bed in silence, trying to conjure an idea in his brain of what he could do to pass the time today.

He could paint, but that would require him to know what it was he wanted to paint.

He could read, but he had read everything twice over.

He almost decided on just using one of his toys on himself, but that wouldn’t pass a lot of time. He was also just growing tired of having to…entertain himself.

He missed cock. He had a healthy sexual appetite back home. Even in his small town it was possible to find a good lay if he needed one. But after a few months of no action, he had become accustomed to using dildos to fill out his tight hole’s needs.

He didn’t find the dating scene in NYC that exciting, and he hated hookups. He found a lot of the men here to be either superficial, boring, or just some rancid combination of both.

He had all but given up when he heard his computer notify him of a new email in his inbox.

He rose lazily from his bed and went to see what correspondence he was receiving. Probably just an ad for something or a work email. But checking his inbox was just as good an activity as anything, he supposed.

“Museum today?” It read. From Johnny Suh, a coworker he liked, but never spent time with. He was elated. Finally he had the opportunity to form some sort of social life.

He opened it.

“Hey! I’m sorry it’s so short notice but I remember during your orientation you said you love museums. There’s an art exhibit today and I was hoping you’d want to meet me? I know you’re new in town, and I haven’t made any other plans, so I thought it would be fun:) I’ll be there around 7, if you’d like to come.

Let me know!

JS”

He giggled excitedly. A museum and a new friend. What a day for him.

He replied quickly and told him he’d love to meet up with him.

Johnny was friendly, and always said “Good morning” with a smile when he walked into the office. He was also very handsome, but presumably straight. Ten didn’t have any way of knowing that. He just assumed.

The museums and art exhibits were Ten’s favorite part of living in the city. He loved art. He loved finding the meaning behind the things people create. He loved understanding people. And just his luck, the museum was free this weekend.

On a particularly rainy day like today, which he loved, he was most excited to go to the art exhibits. Something about the rain just put his heart at ease. So he grabbed a pen, a pad of paper, some perfume, and his keys and wallet, and headed to the museum.

It was a light crowd, he supposed the rain had quelled many people’s need to venture out into the city that day. He didn’t mind. Less people, less need to hurry through each room of the exhibit.

The room was brightly lit, and immaculately cleaned. There was an eclectic collection of art this month. Paintings and sculptures of any imaginable shape and palette.

One painting that seemed to represent capitalism, and another that seemed to represent the same. A lot of the art seemed to be representative of capitalism, he thought.

Everyone wanted to be woke, but he was doubtful any of them really felt the effects of the subject they were portraying. Not in any real way.

He received an email from Johnny.

“I’m sorry but I’m running late! It’ll be at least another half hour till I can make it in. I’ll be in as soon as I can I promise. Leaving the house now.

JS”

Ten sighed. He decided to have a quick glance at the exhibit anyways. He was already here, and wouldn’t mind viewing it again when Johnny got there.

Midway through he came across a bright, solid white sculpture of shapes stacked unto one another. A commentary on balance, maybe.

Ten had become very focused, and when Ten became focused, his eyes tended to widen, and his head would tilt. And his tongue ever so slightly without him noticing would stick out from between his lips. And that’s what he did. Stuck his tongue gently from his lips as he drifted deep into thought.

And he heard a chuckle.

He glanced over in the direction of the sound and found a man standing there, trying very hard to look anywhere but at Ten. Ten smiled shyly while the man had his gaze averted.

The stranger sauntered clumsily into the next room, shoulders hunched up and head ducked down. Ten barely had a moment to see what he looked like. Just a tuft of silver hair in a dark denim jacket escaping as quickly as he could. He giggled.

He hung back, admiring the last couple pieces of art in this room, and moved on to the next. The man was sitting in this room on a bench in the middle. Pretending to look at his phone.

Ten made a last minute decision. He would talk to the man. He didn’t know what he would say. But he would say something.

He casually approached and sat down. Trying to be quick on his toes, he started browsing through his handbag. For what, he didn’t know.

Thinking to himself “Pen, paper, perfume, keys — PEN!” He had an epiphany. He needed a pen. Well, he would say he needed a pen.

After a few more seconds of “searching” through his purse, he let out a defeated and weary sigh.

Ten looked to Kun, and quietly said, “Excuse me?”

He kept his tone soft, trying to seem as friendly as possible. Even quiet as he was, Ten seemed to startle the man.

“Hm?” He replied. He looked at Ten directly now, with flushed cheeks and the most nervous expression Ten had ever seen.

He holds back a giggle in his chest. “I’m sorry to bother you, but…do you have a pen?” His voice still quiet, something about the man made Ten act gentle and even a little flirtatious.

Ten realized he’d better be quick. He didn’t want to lose the man’s interest before he even had it. So he quickly explained that he thought he had packed his own pen but turns he had not.

The man looks through his bag with a lot more haste than Ten thought necessary. He must have been really anxious. Ten wondered why.

Ten explained that there was an artist he wanted to write down the name of before he left while he waited for the man.

He pulled a pan out from his bag like he had found what he’d been looking for his whole life. Ten couldn’t help but smile a little. The man was dorky. An endearing quality for a man to have in Ten’s eyes.

Ten grabbed the pen and headed back to the previous room. He walked over to the sculpture and wrote down the name of the artist. Something Slavic and unreadable. He just needed to write down a name, he didn’t plan on doing anything with it.

He returned to the man, handed back his pen, and folded up the paper and shoved into a pocket to be forgotten about immediately.

Then the man spoke, to Ten’s astonishment. This whole time Ten thought maybe he was barking up the wrong tree because the man seemed so unwilling to speak to him. But now, he spoke.

“Did you — erm. Did you get it? The name, I mean?”

Ten beamed, and assured him of his success. He smiled back.

“I’m Ten.” He spoke sweetly.

The man’s mouth widened into one one of the most radiant smiles he’d ever seen. “I’m Kun.”

Kun. A strong name, for a cute mess of a man.

Ten extended his hand out, and Kun took it. Kun’s hand was warm, and the skin was soft but he could also tell it had become worn from hard work. A man’s hand.

Kun’s face was very handsome. His cheekbones high, and his jaw strong. He also had a cute button-nose, and his lips were pouty and plump. His eyes were kind, and gentle. Ten could feel his heart dancing in his chest.

Then Kun’s smile dropped ever so slightly. Ten panicked a little. Maybe he had overstepped. Maybe Kun wasn’t interested, and was now realizing a gay man was coming onto him uninvited. Maybe it was ruined.

Kun fumbled with his things, and began to excuse himself.

“Is everything okay?” Ten inquired, a sick feeling growing inside himself. If he had crossed some line, he hadn’t meant to.

Kun assured Ten he just needed to find the restroom. Ten pointed it out near the entrance, and Kun stood up from the bench.

As Kun stood his small backpack snagged on the corner of the seat. It pulled him back slightly back and pushed his lower body forward. And Ten saw it.

He wasn’t sure at first, but he suspected he was right. Kun had gotten hard. He didn’t know from what. But he knows he saw it.

The obvious tenting of his jeans where the cock head was trying to push its way out of his pants. Ten looked away immediately.

The silence afterwards was heavy. They both knew the other knew what was happening. But neither wanted to admit it.

Kun excused himself again, angrily unhitching his bag from the bench, and retreated towards the bathroom. Backpack covering his crotch the whole way.

Ten was stunned. He wasn’t sure what to do with all of this.

He wanted to give Kun some space to recover from his humiliation. But he also wanted to check on him and make sure he was okay. Assure him everything was fine. Be his friend. But. There was also another urge inside Ten.

Deep down inside, the stirring had begun. Parts of himself he saved for the hours at night when he was alone in his room had begun to toss and turn. The sharks smelled the blood in the water. The cat was out of the bag. The shit had hit the fan.

Ten could feel it, and he had no intention of fighting it. He needed that man. He needed him bad.

#KunTen #Kun x Ten #Ten x Kun #KunTen AU #WayV fanfic #WayV smut #WayV AU #NCT fanfic #NCT smut #NCT AU #gay nsft #nsft #Kun #Ten Lee #WayV #NCT #long post

[proudheron]

girl guide sash tour!

shiny brass pins and evidence of my handsewing skills (after like 40 hours of lessons lol) (also the only thread we ever owned was black). i remember being furious that i had spent 2 years in brownies (age 6 and 7) doing activities i didn't enjoy with people i didn't like and not getting badges or pins or any insignia at all. i had only joined for the insignia!! once i turned 8 and got into guides proper i was finally happy.

once a year we got assigned into teams of 5 or 6 named after birds or flowers. the gender is so heavy handed in retrospect. i was in bluebird, violet, and then the final year i was in charge of my team so i got to choose. lily of the valley has the prettiest name and best embroidery and its also poisonous. the taste! i really put my all into sewing this one nicely.

we gathered in an old church gymnasium that had 4 tiny storage closets. the closets were so musty and lit by a single lightbulb and filled with half-broken hand-me-down furniture. but we got to decorate them and spend 15 minutes a week chilling in the closet with no adult supervision and it was great. i think we were supposed to discuss something but mostly i read animorphs that older kids had left behind.

uhoh queen alert. i'm still mad that i never got my final camping badge, after 3 miserable rainy days. my luggage, my sleeping bag, it was all soaked. every time i think i might like to go tenting, i think about my missing camping badge. yes, there is one on ebay for 4 dollars, but it's funnier to stay mad forever.

this is the back side! my prizes, my treasures!

collection badge my beloved. the colour and design are gorgeous. and i love the brutal efficiency of my two-stitch sewing job. i showed off my coin collection, which i guess will have to be another post.

later on we see that i gave up on sewing them altogether. love the choice of dandelion for the wildflower identification badge.

most of the badges were pretty phoned in, just like a lecture and a short craft. the requirements were vague enough that it seemed to me you could colour a picture of a cow, or raise a market steer. i had expected rigour and discipline and i felt betrayed!! for cross country skiing, on a weekend getaway in the country, the adults didn't come outside, just strapped us in and sent us outdoors. i spent a long while face-first in a snowbank unable to stand up, but i got a badge for it. boat safety on the other hand was an intense training where we capsized and uncapsized canoes in an olympic pool. that one was actually legit. i don't remember how my calligraphy obsession began but could it have been from this badge? there's a lot i don't remember.

i had no idea how to use a compass or start a campfire until this year, so idk what those badges were for. but we've reached the end. this horse girl pin is not a girl guide thing at all but it was my most prized possession at the time. should i start wearing it again. it's 2 am and i have to wake up in 4 hours. it's been fun to reminisce a little!

#i had forgotten about those weird closets #wish i had photos #talking about stuff i did/learned in girl guides is the number one way i out myself to strangers lol

[joo-joo-bee]

Puzzles & Searches

Edogawa Ranpo / Reader | fem reader | sfw

Buy me a ko-fi

One stop. Two stops. He was supposed to get off at the second stop, but he’s already missed it. The book titled The Hardest Number and Word Puzzles Ever! was what had distracted him. If it weren’t for the new member of the detective agency betting him an intriguing mystery prize and a genuine compliment that he couldn’t finish it in 24 hours the book wouldn’t have mattered that much to him. Pride is what kept Ranpo in this book: the pride of his super deduction abilities and the pride of his refusal to lose. Plus, the perks of having his ego stroked was good motivation too.

Two stops. Three stops. The train stopped again. This time, he dropped his pen which broke his concentration long enough for him to realize “this isn’t where I’m supposed to be.”

Ranpo had full intentions of getting to work. It would just take him a little longer to get there today. Normal (arguably more responsible) adults would have immediately called the agency to inform someone of what had happened. However, Ranpo’s phone had been dead for three days and currently was being used by his coworker Dazai as a paperweight. Instead, he stepped off the now stilled train and decided to embrace his new found challenge.

“The first step of action should be, where am I…”, he thought as he slipped his puzzle book into his jacket pocket. One quick look around told him everything he needed to know. After all, the greatest detective Edogawa Ranpo didn’t need much to go on. A map placed just outside of the train told him that he was only the next city over. One quick study of the map and it would be no trouble at all to find his way back.

It was a nice morning. The weather had stayed clear despite the rainy day that was the day before. It seemed like it would never stop delivering the incessant downpour, so this mild, sunny was a nice change. The walk wouldn’t be a monstrously horrible thing to have to endure for the day.

____

“Where is he? It’s already almost 9:00, and he isn’t here.” Kunikida scowled at the clock on the wall. It was still relatively early that Monday morning. Everyone was already starting their work, and the few others that hadn’t would be in shortly.

“Kuni, I’m sure he’s fine! It’s not like he hasn’t been late before!” Dazai, the ever “concerned” one laid leisurely on the couch reading through yet another how-to book on the different methods of suicide.

An exasperated huff left the other male as he slid the glasses up that had begun to slip down his nose, “Dazai, do you even have the slightest concern that something could have happened to him? Our jobs do not allow us to be frivolous with time or each other’s wellbeing!“ He loomed over the other as he thought of a plan of action. The best option at hand would be to form a search party.

Kunikida stood with purpose in the middle of the office as he addressed everyone. “Dazai, and newbie, we’re going to go search for Ranpo. The rest of you please continue your work and call us immediately if he returns. Despite this unfortunate circumstance, this will be a good job for our newest member.”

____

Warm, enticing smells wafted through the air near the train station. The smell came from a small bakery across the street where the sweets were fresh from the oven. That was the smell that caused the detective to traverse the busy sidewalks of this city that he had found himself in. Sweet buns of every flavor and size sat in view from the storefront windows. Some were tinted green from the matcha, others were varying colors for the melons and other fruits.But, the ones that caught his eye were the red bean paste filled buns that sat nicely right next to the counter. Ranpo could tell they were fresh from the way steam rose from them. That’s what his heart (and his stomach) were set on.

Ranpo made his way inside already practically drooling over the buns. It wasn’t until he was inside that he realized his wallet was with his phone. With an ever quick wit he thought of a way out of this predicament as he approached the front counter.

“Kind sir..” he addressed the man selling the baked goods with a smug confidence. “I would like one of those red bean paste buns, but I am unable to pay for it now. Allow me to return to you once I’m back to work and have my wallet and I shall be sure to patronize your establishment in the future.”

“That isn’t how that works, you know.” His heart sank just a little, but Ranpo pressed on.

“Well, what do you do with the leftover stuff you don’t sell?”

“We throw it out.”

“You can save yourself the time and throw one out into my mouth.”

The man gave the detective a deadpanned look not at all buying any of this. “I can’t just go giving away food.”

Ranpo pouted and turned to leave. As he left he turned to utter one final statement. “You, sir, just lost my business.” He left with a huff and his hands shoved into his pockets.

____

After asking around to some of the passersby and those that had a similar daily route the others found themselves at the same stop just the next city over that Ranpo had found himself in.

“Ranpo is a big boy I’m sure he’s fine. Why are we out here looking for him? He’s probably even back at the agency!” Dazai whined as he trailed behind Kunikida with the newest member close behind.

“Dazai, I told you, he could be hurt or something! For all we know he’s dead somewhere in the streets!” Kunikida started to pace thoughtfully trying to come up with a plan, however; Dazai found something much more amusing. Their newest member seemed more lost in thought than usual. Was it because Ranpo was missing? Or was something else vastly more interesting? Dazai waved a hand in front of her face.

“Wakey wakey! What’s on your mind today. You seem more distracted than usual”

“Oh!” She pursed her lips for a moment before continuing. “Um, well, I think…” She trailed off again. Her insight would probably would have been helpful in this situation, but seeing the bakery across the street that Ranpo had ventured to not long before caught her immediate attention. Without much more thought about it her feet took her to the storefront window where the array of sweets were most visible. Her eyes scanned the vast quantity of options before they honed in on the same sweet buns that were the object of Ranpo’s attention. Kunikida and Dazai followed close behind not wanting her to get lost.

“I’m hungry. Guys, let’s get something before we continue searching. There’s no point in looking on an empty stomach.” She didn’t wait for any response before she headed into the shop. As she examined the other sweets Kunikida took the opportunity to inquire about their missing coworker. The cashier told the three of them what had happened just moments before down to the last detail of him trying to barter food.

“When did he leave?” Dazai peered from over the top of another counter that had an assortment of cookies.

“You just missed him. He went that way. Good luck finding him!”

____

Ranpo’s stomach growled. He whined. Not having his daily intake of snacks was becoming a drag on his body and his mindset. Detectives need food, and that’s what he would find… hopefully. The further into the city he walked the hungrier he became. Just before he decided to give up all hope he remembered in another pocket he should have some loose change from Atsushi’s lost bet. (Betting on how long it would take Dazai to make another suicide attempt was easy money.) One final search of his pockets proved him right. Inside was just enough, he figured, for a vending machine that was surely close by.

Just as the world’s greatest detective predicted there was a vending machine just down the street. His stomach growled once more, and he made his way to the vending machine. But before he could actually make it there he was stopped by an overly eager woman with a clipboard.

“Sir! Can I interest you in a change in your cell phone plan?” She smiled a wide toothy smile at him.

“Do I get one of those animal, stress balls?” He pointed to a large basket behind her that was overflowing with the small, squishy, animal shapes. He wanted the small raccoon that sat on the top. It reminded him of Karl. He would harass Poe with it later when he saw him again.

“Sure thing!” The clipboard was pushed in front of him. He signed it happily and was given the small, squishy raccoon. Before he could slip out of socially acceptable range for a conversation she yelled for him.

“Sir! Give that back! I know your name isn’t Lucy Liu!”

“You don’t know that!” And before she could question him further he disappeared into a crowd of people waving his new prize as he went.

___

As the three ventured further into the city they continued to question random people asking if they had seen their co-worker’s whereabouts. Most hadn’t seen him, but a few could give them vague ideas as to where he might have headed. While Kunikida continued to question a small group of men who were clearly in a hurry, Dazai found a group of girls to keep his interest for a while. Dazai flirted, and Kunikida investigated. Their newest member tried to help the more on task member as much as she could, but something else caught her eye. She saw a basket filled with small, most likely squishy animals. She wanted one.

As she approached the woman in front of the basket she asked what she could do to be allowed to take one. When the woman explained that they came free with the sign up of a new cell phone plan that’s exactly what she did. She signed the forms with “Bruce Lee” at the end, took a small raccoon from the basket and attempted to leave before the evidence of her fraudulent crime was noticed.

“Hey! You give that back! Why is this the second time this has happened today?!” The woman, clearly upset, followed her back to the men who were trying to compare “notes”. (Dazai’s notes were which girl he preferred.)

“Ma’am, you can’t just take that! You and this ‘Lucy Lui’ guy owe me a sign up for a new plan!” In that moment, the three of them knew Ranpo had been there as well.

___

“How did you know where he’d go? Or what he would do? Where is he going next?!” Kunikida asked again for the millionth time that day.

“I don’t know!”

“Maybe she has a tracker on him”, interjected Dazai who was currently scouting out a good potential spot to hang himself later.

“What!? No! I don’t know how I’m doing it, okay! It’s all coincidence.” She was getting increasingly flustered.

Kunikida towered over her looking for more answers. “I just felt hungry…” she continued, “”and I wanted the cute little stress ball the lady was giving away! I knew she wouldn’t just hand one to me unless I signed up for the new cell phone plan. Bruce Lee was the best name I could come up with that wasn’t my own!” This logic wasn’t very sound to them, but to her it was. That’s what she wanted, and she didn’t hesitate to go get it. If her gut wanted food she’d get food. If her whim wanted the cute stress balls in the shape of animals she’d do what she had to in order to obtain it. In that way, she and Ranpo were opposites. He was driven by logical thinking and facts. She was more set in her feelings and what her instincts told her. She couldn’t help it if some of her natural inclinations lined up with Ranpo’s logic. She was abstract feeling, and he was methodical logic. That wasn’t her fault. It did make it a bit more challenging to work together, but that’s also what helped make it interesting. After all, a challenge is good for anyone.

“Maybe we should just head back to the agency. It’s possible he’s already made his way back”. Another whine came from the brunet male who was pacing out of boredom after finding no suitable place that would support him and a noose.

“If he had returned someone would have called us! We need to keep looking! We could be close!”

“I really don’t think he could be that lost! I’m sure he can read a map!”

“We don’t know he has a map, Dazai!”

“He can ask for directions!”

“Do you really think he’d ask for directions?!”

The two men continued to bicker back and forth over the matter. Their newest member, however; was becoming increasingly frustrated. Between the incessant questioning from them both and their inability to seem to work well together for more than five minutes she was threw listening to them. Dazai and Kunikida argued for what seemed like a century before she finally shouted, “Honestly! You two do what you want I’m going to find higher ground! There’s a chance that we can see him from higher up.”

Leaving the men to their own arguing was already proving to be more of a productive tactic. The only things that were heard now was the distant sounds of their argument and the bustle of the small city just beyond the buildings that blocked the view of the streets. A small sigh left her lungs as she thought. What would I do next? After inspecting her surroundings she saw a building not too far away. It was clear that the roof would be easily accessible from the outside, and it would most likely provide a good view of the streets without being too high up that it would make it hard to make out faces.

Leaving the men to their own arguing was already proving to be more of a productive tactic. The only things that were heard now was the distant sounds of their argument and the bustle of the small city just beyond the buildings that blocked the view of the streets. A small sigh left her lungs as she thought. What would I do next? After inspecting her surroundings she saw a building not too far away. It was clear that the roof would be easily accessible from the outside, and it would most likely provide a good view of the streets without being too high up that it would make it hard to make out faces.

“What are you doing here!?”

“I could ask you the same question, ya know.” She replied with a snarky tone. “We’ve been looking for you all day. Kunikida got worried when you didn’t show up to the agency.”

She slowly made her way over to him and sat next to him, but not quite as close to edge. Falling was a real danger, and that was not something she was willing to risk. Not today.

“Why didn’t you call?”

“My phone’s dead.” Ranpo said as he pushed a few more chips into his mouth and shrugged. “It’s at the office. I think Dazai might be using it as a paperweight.”

She nodded and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear as she listened to his explanation. For one of the “world’s greatest detectives” he truly gets himself into easily avoidable situations.

“I finished that book, by the way. Next time give me a challenge. Either the person that wrote that underestimates human intelligence, or they didn’t expect someone like me to exist. Must be that one though. We all know I am one of a kind.” He brushed his hands together to rid them of the chip debris before he grabbed the book that he had slipped inside of his coat pocket then handed it to her fully complete. She skimmed the book, and sure enough, the entire thing was filled out with what she assumed were correct answers. She’d never tell him she has no clue as to what any of it meant. That wouldn’t be nearly as fun! It’s much more fun to find puzzles that are labeled “impossible to solve” and push them in front of Ranpo who had an ego the size of a mountain when it came to his intelligence. He wasn’t wrong in his pride. He was that smart, but seeing him struggle over a problem was oh so satisfying. She only wished she could have watched as he did it. To watch him pick apart puzzles with a serious expression and his hair falling in front of his face would have been enough for her. Truly, just watching him put on his squared glasses to activate his super deduction ability would have been enough. But, this is satisfactory for now she supposed. Just knowing he took her challenge to heart was a delight.

“So, what do I win?” An eager smile spread onto his lips as he awaited her answer.

“Well, I think the first agreement was a compliment, yes? Honestly, I’m impressed! I guess I shouldn’t expect anything less than greatness from the world’s greatest detective.” The last few words were emphasized just enough to add an extra push to her compliment.

Ranpo beamed with delight at her words and even offered her some of his chips. Mystery prize be damned. Her words of admiration were what he was truly in this deal for. He would never miss the opportunity to show off, but the compliments were where his desire truly laid.

“And the mystery prize?”

“Oh… well, I suppose the only other thing you could truly want is food. So how about I owe you lunch?”

“Mmm, sounds good! Though, I thought you were gonna try to kiss me or something.”

Her face suddenly lit up a bright pink as the blood rushed to her cheeks. That was definitely not her intentions, but that wouldn’t have been a bad way to end a day. She couldn’t deny that she did have some feelings for the man. He was attractive and vastly too smart for his own good. He was witty and funny without really trying, and oddly he was comfortable to be around. He wasn’t the type to step around issues in discussions, and his sweet tooth was endearing too. Even with his bad habits he was easy to be around and talk to. Ranpo Edogawa was the city after work hours and everyone had started to retreat to their homes leaving the streets quieter. He was the feeling of cotton candy melting in one’s mouth in the spring, and he was a cold soda on a hot, summer evening. He was cozy libraries and bookstores that smelled of old paper and coffee. He was the smell just after it rained, and he was the cool breeze that wafted through the windows on an autumn morning. He was the laughter of an inside joke, and the comforting quiet of old friends just enjoying each other’s company. He was all of this and more. Was that something she’s thought about ever since they met after she was hired at the agency? Of course not. That was the lie she told herself.

“N-No! Just a meal!” She sputtered out as she tried to hide her ever growing flush with her hands or anything she could think of.

“You’re right,” Ranpo flashed her another wide,bright smile that made his eyes crinkle shut. “That should wait until after dinner!”

#edogawa ranpo #bungou stray dogs #bsd #reader insert #fanfic #dazai #atsushi #my writing

[culmaer]

just had the most awkward interaction with a British tourist. they came into the gallery and were like "oh gosh it's started raining out there". and I was like "yes !! winter is finally here !". "we'd heard the weather's been quite warm though ??". I respond that "oh yeah we had an exceptionally warm, dry June. which is supposed to be the rainy, mid-winter month here. we even had the warmest June day since 1960 this year. it was in the 30s (〜86°F)"

they then basically cry out "but we're here now" and that should've been the first clue. but I missed it and was like "isn't the UK also experiencing a heat wave rn ?" to which they respond kind of annoyed "alright alright don't rub it in." which is when I realised they just wanted nice weather for their holiday. they weren't concerned about climate change. didn't share my relief the winter and rain is finally here (I cannot go through another drought my heart will break) nor were they even worried about the dangers of excessive heat in the UK.

and it kinda reminds me of how people just gave up wearing masks as soon as the mandate ended. like. I never considered myself an especially anxious person... but the general populace just seems so unconcerned ? even though covid and climate change will directly impact them personally. how are adult people just not worried all them time ??????? I get trying to make the best of a situation you have no control over, like sure, go out and enjoy a hot sunny week when it should be winter. but it is still unsettling. you don't go wishing for it, right ?

#rant

[ben-the-hyena]

So I have the headcanon that like for Pierre and Pierrot and le Gros and Petit Gros in real life le Teigneux and Petit Teigneux are 2 separate beings, father and son too, and it just happens the son looks and acts similarly to his father, and is the one we see in real life being part of the kids who listen to Maestro and attend Peter's class, he just imagines himself as an adult looking like his dad in the stories he hears or his dad himself when the 2 are featured. And even if we never see a Petit Nabot in the stories we can imagine since there is a kid looking like him in real life among those listening to Maestro and Pierre and imagining himself as an adult that he is different from le Nabot and could be his son even if in canon he has no kid, so like for Petit Teigneux he alternates between imagining himself grown and his dad

And it's funn because last night I has a dream that respectey HC and actually opened my eyes on a ship I actually did consider before shrugging it off because canon contrasted with it but now holy fucking shit it can fit

So in the dream Psi and Pierrot as kids have a kid crush on each other and as teens and young adults dated like we see in Il était une fois... la vie. Problem is Petit Nabot also crushed on Psi but secretly and just fantasizing only once like in that episode in which he does as Narive Americans (which had me root for him but alas) but that aside just played bullies with Petit Teigneux (who I suppose has a crush on Petite Pierrette since he often tries to woo her or Pierrette as adults in stories and is happily surprised when he gets his cheek kissed once). But the crush would NOT fade with age, on the contrary with puberty it woumd intensify with actual love and desire but also anger since she was with Pierrot. But in the dream, since after all one rarely stays together forever from childhood, Psi and Pierrot part ways to if I remember well live their own lives (new studies, or new work, or moving out). I suppose Petit Nabot JUMPS on his chance and moves in the town she moves in ("OH HI PSI IT'S BEEN LONG I DIDN'T SEE YOU THERE HAHA WHAT A COINCIDENCE) and perhaps Petit Teigneux made fun of him openly ("HAHA YOU SIMP"). I don't remember the details, just a few flashes but it was like Psi and him being the only 2 people from their childhoods knowing each other here they would instinctively see each other more (a reflex we have in an unknown place even if we weren't friends, humans love familiar faces), I think I even remember them cheering with 2 beers at a bar in a party, I suppose that far from the influence of Petit Teigneux and determined to please her NOT the good guy way but genuinely he would be less tricky (plus again it feels like neityer him or Petit Teigneux nor le Nabot and Teigneux are evil and just are depending of who they are as antagonists of authority figures in stories they imagine), and even if I don't remember well how she would end up falling in love back it does happen and himself could hardly believe it since he is used to be a karma slapstick antagonist in that universe real life included lol, if I remember well they even hug at some point. And something I do remember well ! A flashforward of him older like his dad is in real life and stories, waiting in a cold rainy street wearing a coat and mindlessly scrolling his phone before being joined by a 13 or 14 years old girl with a warm coat too, a purse/bag and looking like a FUCKING MIX OF HIM AND PSI (pretty with petite face traits, a small nose, manga eyes and dark skin like her, a red nose, pointy red hair and short like him) who seemed to be in a hurry as if late or knowing he had been waiting for her "hi dad !" "Ah, you're here." he puts his phone back in his coat, pats her head a little and holds her back as they go on with their day. Meaning that my dream fucking made them a fankid before I would even decide to ship it or not. Not precising if at this point they were married or divorced or never were married and just dated and broke up or if still dating but one thing is sure, they had a daughter

And while yesterday I'd have LAUGHED at you if you told me I'd ship it one day given how it comes out of nowhere (well not exactly out of nowhere he does crush on her in that one episode) and since she is officially with Pierrot and since it is quite cringey to imagine this ugly bastard and this pretty girl in some... situations (GEE THANK YOU DREAM I DID NOT NEED TO PICTURE HIM PLEASURING HER WITH HIS MOUTH YET YOU DID ANYWAY I DIDN'T MENTION IT EARLIER BECAUSE I'VE BEEN STRUGGLING AGAINST IT ALL DAY NOT TO SEE IT AGAIN SO NOW PEOPLE MUST SUFFER LIKE I AM I SAID SO), my dream fucking offered me a fanfic that fit my preexisting headcanon to make it work, even for how it ended with her and Pierrot without ruining their ship either. I love it when my brain does that and as much as I FOUGHT not to give in, it was too cute (THATSCENEASIDE) and too detailled/complete to ignore. Even a fanchild, can you imagine ?

So I am Bobo the clown and sorry to admit and hating myselg for being so weak and coming up with the weirdest ships no one else will agree with, I have a new crackpairing : Psi X (Petit) Nabot

#STILL EVERYTHING WAS CUTE WHY DID I NEED TO SEE LE NABOT DO *THAT* ON HER OUT OF NOWHERE I'M TRAUMATIZED #again petit nabot officially doesn't exist I just use my logic since there is a petit for the others. there are 2 nabots she's with the 2nd #i DON'T ship it for the Space continuity tho. he's def older and evil and not Petit and does not mind her dead #il était une fois les découvreurs #il était une fois les amériques #il était une fois l'homme #il était une fois la vie #il était une fois les explorateurs #il était une fois notre terre #psi #le nabot #moi #dreams #WHY #love is here #i ship it ! #AND I CAN'T BELIEVE I DO #SORRY PATRICK PRÉJEAN YOU DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS. NOR DID I NEED TO IMAGINE YOUR VOICE FOR SOME STUFF #imagination #episode #tv show #kids

[dianalolihikki]

Hey!💜

I don't know if today's post will be as long and as well written as the previous posts. Why? Well, I hardly slept at all. I fell asleep somewhere at four in the morning.

Why? All because of my stupid younger brother.

The retard got drunk. (Don't worry, he's an adult,he'll be 22 this year.) Admittedly, he doesn't drink often, but when he does, he always fucks something up.

He is usually funny when he gets drunk (at least in his own eyes)

It was like this last night somewhere until 2am. He was sitting in our mother's room talking something to his parents and they were fed up with him. Eventually his girlfriend dragged him to his room. There they argued quite loudly,so loud that even having music on full blast on headphones I could hear everything. I won't say what it was about,because it was their private business. The whole argument ended with the idiot break the glass in his door (if you're from Eastern Europe, I'm sure you know what kind of door I mean) The idiot ended up with a deep cut wound in one of his fingers. Our Mom and his girlfriend dressed his wound with this, and then cleaned up the glass.

After the whole incident both my brother and his girlfriend came to me telling me not to worry. But I wasn't worried. I was more annoyed by the lack of sleep. By the way, I told the whole situation to some stranger in an Internet chat room.

This afternoon my brother and his girlfriend went to the ED to have the wound stitched up. However, the doctors said that it was too late to stitch it up,as it had been six hours since the wound was created.

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Today I was out for a walk with B. Unfortunately, we didn't go on it immediately after she came, although we tried.

My dog really wanted to go with us. Unfortunately when we locked him on the terrace he quickly ran after us through the open door on the other side of the house. B tried to lure him onto the terrace or whatever into the house, but my dog is not stupid. He always found a way to get out of the trap.

I was very angry, I even shouted that I didn't want to go for any walk, that is, my frequent mood changes made themselves known again. It was when I was sitting on the stairs, yes, the same ones from which I fell on Wednesday.

In the end, however, we gave up and went for a walk in the company of the dog.

Don't get me wrong - I love my dog, but he has a silly habit of running after cars, bikes, tractors. People don't like it. A post about my dog appeared on a local Facebook group. They criticized my dog a lot.

On the walk nothing special happened we talked about the girl who is hitting on husband B, about E, about my future physical therapy with K. Generally nothing new. We enjoyed the weather,as it is supposed to be cold and rainy until the end of April. The walk was short, but pleasant

We passed the neighborhood girls, said hello. When we were already on the terrace with B,we noticed that a strange, large dog was hanging around on the road. Mom says it's just a dog, so it can't do any harm. Sometimes I really don't understand my own mother.

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If we're already talking about not understanding my mother.

Today my mother was supposed to call for that whole code I mentioned yesterday. Yes, she did call, although the family doctor told her to call the receptionist for that code. She didn't call. She said the later the better and that she would arrange it on Monday. Earlier I thought she cared about time. Maybe she is ashamed of my brother's damaged door? Or is she sensitive to my every interaction with older men? I never confided in her about anything in my life, yet I think she noticed my crush on my high school English teacher and definitely disapproved of it.

If so, how come she praised my friendship with J? After all, they often took me to their apartment or out on the town somewhere in the evenings after physiotherapy at the camp. Mom saw J hugging mine many times. Or maybe I'm just thinking too much?

Mom still said something today that you may think is stupid, but to me it shows that Mom knows practically nothing about my disability,she herself admitted it, by the way.

So that's why she's speaking out on the subject now.

She stated that my curvature of the spine has nothing to do with my cerebral palsy. What do you mean it doesn't? After all, it's mainly due to spastic muscles, the way I walk, a stiff pelvis and weak abdominal muscles. So it is impossible to separate my spine from my Cerebral Palsy. So it's silly that my mother says that that I am more of an orthopedic patient not a neurological patient.

My mom only wants K to give me back massages. I know that massages alone won't do anything here.

Now I am terribly afraid that K will agree to my mother's stupid conditions. Because if he agrees it will be 80 hours of my life wasted.

I'm now wondering if I even want this extra physiotherapy? I think it's too late to change, yet I've started to get terribly scared.

I wrote N about all this. I feel she agrees with my opinion, even if she only wrote me back to work on my pelvis. N definitely doesn't like my mother, even if she only knows her from my stories.

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Okay, I'm done for the day. I'm tired,and the light is still on in my mom's room. It's pissing me off.

#cerebral palsy #neurodivergent #neurodiverse stuff #physically disabled #hikikomori #actually neurodivergent #teacher attachment #older men crush #diary #teacher crush #physical disability

[thisiswhathappenswhenimbored]

i know we don't talk or seem like we used to, but i always thought it was obvious that i miss you.

When was the last time you got more then eight hours of sleep? the past few days, thankfully. i have a concussion & my husband is away for work so my kids have been really helping out by allowing me to not fall all over the place trying to make them food.

Do you find that people don't really understand you? sometimes? i'm really kind of awkward & weird. Is there anyone in your life that you wish you were closer to? no? i don't really get a choice in where i live for a few more years at least, so i'm enjoying my experience while i can. also if i'm not emotionally close with you there's probably a reason.

Would you say you are a gullible person? sometimes.

Are you one to swear often? oh i definitely swear a lot.

Have you ever sat down and played video games all day? when i was pregnant with my oldest my husband & i literally ate salt & vinegar chips & mcdoubles & played kingdom hearts for like a week straight.

What is one thing in your life that is no longer there, that you miss? freedom to just do what i wanted when i wanted.

What do you believe is the best thing about being a kid? not having the enormous responsibilities of an adult. like paying bills & meal planning.

What flavor Dum-Dum is your favorite? i'm not really sure.

What is the last book you read/are reading? Did you/are you enjoying it? the last book i read was how do dinosaurs say merry christmas. it was definitely cute & a good bedtime story for my daughter.

Are you on a laptop or a desktop right now? laptop.

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go; why? i'm not sure. i've always dreamed of going to japan & here i am living in japan. my time here is coming to an end soon though however i get to cross another place off my bucket list since we're moving to honolulu.

Have you ever trusted someone you wish you wouldn't have? 100% yes. i feel like you're inherently supposed to be able to trust your parents though, or the people that are supposed to be your guardians & protectors. that didn't work out too well for me.

Have you ever been on a picnic? my daughters & i frequently had picnics during covid lockdown.

Which is better tea or coffee? coffee although there's nothing wrong with a good cup of tea every once in a while especially when you're sick

Do you own an umbrella? i live in a country with a rainy season, i own like ten umbrellas.

Do you like the ocean? yes.

Is there anyone that you wish you were with right now? my husband.

Who was the last person you hung out with? my kids. & my friends that i met on the plane on the way over here.

What animal cracker is your favorite? i don't know.

Is there anything you're currently holding back? yeah, i would love to not move again. i would love to not have to get a job. i would love to be able to settle down. i would love another baby. there's a lot.

Do you like your smile? sometimes.

Have you ever watched something on the TV that truly disturbed you? eh? the news is pretty disturbing sometimes.

Are you scared of needles? sometimes, not always.

Is your current cell phone out of date? i have a google pixel 7 so it's fairly new.

Have you ever drank milk when it was spoiled? no. i don't really drink milk all that often either.

Would you/have you ever bought a gym membership? i have before. i didn't really use it often & now that we live on a military base i just use the gym here.

Have you ever bought anything on the TV? no.

Have you ever done something that you knew was wrong? hasn't everyone at some point in their life?

Do you know what all the keys on your keyboard do? no.

What is the last channel you were on, when watching TV? i don't have cable.

What is your favorite restaurant? i'm not sure i have a definitive favorite.

What is the last thing you spent money on? an iced coffee from dunkin donuts & nail polish remover.

Do you know of anyone who hates you? there's probably someone out there somewhere but i don't really care.

Lose your arm or your leg; Which do you choose? if i had to? probably my leg.

Has an animal ever bit you? yes. i have a scar on my hand from a parrot biting me. & i used to have snakes when i was younger & they bit me plenty

Have you ever tripped over your own feet? all the time.

Do you ever take out the garbage? yeah.

Do wash your face thoroughly everyday? not everyday.

Would you ever do a ride along with a cop? yes, i would actually love to.

Are things, in your opinion, overly expensive these days? i live on an island where a lot of stuff is imported so i'm not sure i'm the best person to answer this question.

Where was your last car ride to? to the airport in november.

Are your nails long? they're the longest my natural nails have ever been.

Have you ever gotten food poisoning? yes, it was horrible.

Have you ever had to put a dog to sleep? no.

What messenger services do you use? facebook & whatsapp

Have you ever lost someone important to you? yes.

Are you listening to music currently? no

[beinfriends]

muse: Venus

BASICS

▸ is your muse tall/short/average? She's pretty tall for a woman! 5'10". ▸ what’s their hair like? Long, blond hair, kinda wavy. She takes very, very good care of it. She usually has it up in a ponytail if she isn't performing. ▸ do they spend a lot of time on their hair/with their grooming? YES. Venus cares a lot about her appearance/makeup/hair/etc. If there's something to worry about, then she's worried about it. It does pay off; she's a beautiful woman either way, but still. ▸ does your muse care about what others think about them? Not really. Venus has a healthy self esteem, and a bit of an ego. She knows what she thinks about herself. She knows she has talent, she knows she is beautiful, so she doesn't sweat what others think. Only person whose opinion she cares about in that regard is her mom's.

PREFERENCES

▸ indoors or outdoors? Indoors, generally. She's not a big outdoorsy type, and is a city girl through and through, so a more rural place like Tazmily isn't her speed. Too bad, lol. ▸ rain or sunshine? Sunshine. She doesn't like rainy/wet weather at all. ▸ forest or beach? Beach. Venus strikes me as the type who'd love visiting the beach for sunbathing and swimming-- if she could get away from paparazzi and fans, of course. ▸ precious metals or gems? Gems, I suppose. Venus strikes me as having a flashy style, and she likes gems more than gold or silver. ▸ flowers or perfumes? Perfume. ▸ personality or appearance? Column A, column B. Venus would only want someone she finds attractive enough. She has to keep up appearances, after all, so she needs an attractive partner! But there's still gotta be a CONNECTION. That's why Elmore works. She thinks Elmore is pretty AND they've got similar personality traits, so they click. ▸ being alone or being in a crowd? Being in a crowd, if just for the attention. Though, in general, Venus has always been a huge people person. It's why she loves performing so much. ▸ order or anarchy? Column A, column B. I think she enjoys a little chaos, but not to excess, and vice versa. ▸ painful truths or white lies? Painful truths. Venus is a pretty blunt, if not a "brutally honest" person at times. She'd rather be straightforward, though that's not to say that she's above white lies as necessary. ▸ science or magic? I don't think she cares. Science, she supposes. ▸ peace or conflict? Killing! Violence! But really, peace. She's tired of having to watch crazy shit happen. She went through the War Against Giygas and then got dumped on Nowhere to watch all the crazy Pigmask and Dragon shit go down. She's tired, man. Let's be peaceful. ▸ night or day? Both. She loves the daytime, loves to do things, but is used to performing/working in the evening, which she loves just as much. Plus, she likes to go out on the town in the evening just as much. ▸ dusk or dawn? Dusk. She's not a morning person. She's rarely up to see the dawn unless she has something planned in the early morning. ▸ warmth or cold? Warmth. Twoson, where she was born, Fourside, where she lived as an adult, and Tazmily, where she lives now, all strike me as generally warm/hot places, and she feels comfortable with that. She hates to be cold. ▸ many acquaintances or a few close friends? Many acquaintances. Venus just loves to have a million friends and acquaintances-- she's all about building connections, which is necessary in the kind of industries she's worked in. That's not to say that she doesn't have close friends, especially now. She's close friends with the guys in DCMC, particularly OJ. ▸ reading or playing a game? Reading. I feel like Venus is the type to not respect video games, and she doesn't seem like a board game type either. Maybe poker at most.

QUESTIONNAIRE

▸ what are some of your muse’s bad habits? Blunt, a bit rude to people, at times laziness, sleeps in way too late (<-- writer is literally a guy who wakes up at noon every day he doesn't work LMAO but this ain't about me) ▸ has your muse lost anyone close to them? If you count Venus being trapped centuries in the future from the 1990s, then yes, she lost her mom (whom she was extremely close to) and all her friends and everyone she ever knew back home. ▸ what are some fond memories your muse has? Probably being signed on a label, her first concert, hanging out with the Runaway Five, being able to pay off her mom's bills... stuff like that. ▸ is it easy for your muse to kill? Venus should be allowed to kill. As it stands, NO??? ▸ what’s it like when your muse breaks down? Oh man. I feel like Venus likely seems like she's untouchable emotionally, just an utterly unshakable woman. But she can break down, she can be vulnerable. It'd probably be a lot of crying, she'd isolate herself unless she was with her mom, and then immediately try to put herself back together because she doesn't really let herself be vulnerable like that. ▸ is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life? Yes, I think so. It isn't like she doesn't trust people. She has people she loves and trusts deeply, and that's that. ▸ what’s your muse like when they’re in love? Read A Change of Heart chapter 3 and find out KRJFHN. But really, she's like... she probably drops heavy hints and flirts a lot. She's also super affectionate, though she's also just... kinda like that in general? It's hard to tell, but there IS a difference. The affection is the big thing, though. You'll get a lot more sincerity out of her too.

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#Good Work [TAGGED] #Venus [ABOUT] #Deeper Into the Subconscious [HEADCANONS] #( i love Veen so much she's one of my faves honestly ) #( i just Think She's Neat )