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Royal Pain Part 19

Hey, guys. Sorry it took so long to get this out. The chapter was fighting me and I have had the absolutely worst week. However in slightly happier news, my partner got a new job and that means I should be able to quit mine and go back to writing full time. I'll let you know more when I do, but it's looking more and more likely.

I realized it had been a while since we had an Eddie centric chapter and decided this would be the one. And I left it on a cliffhanger again. But don't worry next chapter will see more than one villain vanquished.

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Eddie was seething. He hadn’t been this mad since he learned Max was moving to New York. Actually. No. He was madder then that. He was pissed.

Gareth grimaced. “They won’t do anything?”

“No,” Eddie growled. “Because he technically hasn’t violated the protection order, according to them.”

“If he can’t get with in five hundred feet,” Brian said, “then how did he find out about Steve.”

Eddie threw up his arms into the air. “That’s what I asked.”

“I’m betting,” Mandy said, “that they didn’t have a good answer?”

“Apparently since Seth showed up at Hopper’s,” Eddie snarled, “and not Steve’s shop, that he was just going around to all the tattoo parlors and threatening everyone.”

Jeff rolled his eyes. “I bet they didn’t even check with other tattoo shops and just made that shit up.”

“I even talked to Officer Callahan who was in charge of the original case file because he’s not supposed to be out of jail yet,” Eddie said, beginning to pace. “He never went.”

“What?!” came the shocked cry of outrage from everyone.

“Yeah,” Eddie continued. “Apparently he made a deal with the DA and they didn’t tell me. He got two years probation.”

“That’s bullshit!” Mandy hissed. “He was going to kill you.”

“Criminal mischief,” Eddie said. “Domestic abuse down to criminal mischief. $300 fine, two year probation, and forced to take a class about how not to be a violent offender.”

“It’s because you’re a man, isn’t it?” Gareth asked, licking his lips slowly. “These fuckers don’t think a man can be abused.”

Eddie pursed his lips into a line and nodded.

“Hop’s calling in a couple of favors to keep Steve safe,” he said. “But that does jack shit about me. And this isn’t me calling out that shit. That’s Hop’s prerogative but he’s my dumb ass ex, who’s protecting me?”

“We are,” Jeff said. “You don’t go anywhere without one of us. Garth, since you’re the only one without a roommate at the moment, Eddie’s going to stay with you. Brian, talk to Cecil, he’s studying law. See what he can recommend.”

Gareth and Brian both nodded.

Eddie buried his head into his hands. “This is such bullshit.”

Mandy came up and gave him a hug. “We’ll get through this. We did before and we will again. And this time we have more people that would be willing to help. Steve, Robin, Chrissy, hell the whole of the Royal Pain would throw hands for you.”

Eddie chuckled. He knew that too. “Well, maybe not Erica.”

Brian snorted. “That girl would sell her own mother for a cookie.”

“Not even a Girl Scout cookie,” Jeff agreed. “That girl is bound for world domination.”

“No doubt.”

*

“You tell me right now,” Wayne said when Eddie had called that night, “do you need me up there? Because work be damned, boy, I’ll be up there in two shakes of lamb’s tail.”

Eddie chewed on his nail. He felt like that little boy all over again. Being given the choice between being with his uncle or being put in a foster home. He didn’t want to be a bother to anyone, but he knew. He knew that Wayne was someone that wouldn’t care. That he could be as big a bother as he wanted, he would still be loved.

He let out a shuddering breath and like that little boy all those years ago said, “Yes. Please.”

“I’ve got some vacation time coming,” Wayne said as if he didn’t have weeks and weeks of it stored up because he was never sick a day in his life. “I cane be up there for as long as you need me, you hear?”

“I’m staying with Gareth for the time being,” Eddie said solemnly, “because Jeff is worried that Seth will follow me home.”

“Smart man, your Jeff,” Wayne agreed. “I have a friend in Indy I can crash on the sofa of for a couple of days until I can find something a little more permanent.”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Let me know when you get into town and we’ll meet up for lunch.”

“You can finally take me to that pizza place you’ve been going on about for months.”

Eddie laughed, a knot loosening in his chest. “You’ve got it, old man.”

*

A few days later Steve was waiting for the pizza he had ordered for the shop, playing silly games on his phone when the bell announced new arrivals. He looked up instinctively and grinned.

He waved. “Eddie!”

Eddie lit up with a big smile. “Stevie?” He hopped over, an older man following a little slower behind.

“Hey!” Steve greeted. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Eddie’s smile turned into a grin. “DiMaggio’s is the best pizza place in Indy, not coming here is a crime.”

“If it’s not it certainly should be,” Steve agreed with his own answering grin.

“Steve,” Eddie said, “this is my uncle, Wayne. He’s staying in town for a few days.”

Steve’s mood was dampened a bit, knowing why he was in town. “Nice to meet you. I was planning a trip back down Hawkins at the end of the summer so that Eddie could introduce us, sorry we had meet under lesser than ideal circumstances.”

Wayne blinked at him for a moment before turning to Eddie. “This one is a keeper.”

Eddie blushed, shoving his hair in front of his face, ducking his head to hide his embarrassment.

Steve just smiled fondly at him. “I think that’s up to him.”

Wayne’s eyebrows shot up. “I like him.”

That surprised a laugh out of Eddie causing him to drop the hair. “Me too.”

“Let me just go order our pizzas,” Eddie murmured and darted for the front counter.

“He’s cute,” Steve said, waving his hand to the chair in front of him for Wayne to sit.

Wayne took the seat and smiled. “He certainly is. I’m glad the world didn’t beat the silliness out of him.”

“Me too,” Steve agreed. “I love how earnest and outgoing he is.”

Wayne hummed. “He tell what was going on?”

Steve nodded. “I’m afraid it’s my fault. Seth came after me at a friend’s shop, tried to threaten me into leaving Eddie alone.”

“I don’t think being threatened is the fault of the victim,” he said, his voice a deep comforting rumble.

Steve blushed. “That’s what Jeff and Robin said.”

“Jeff I know,” Wayne said, “Robin I don’t, but it sounds to me like they both have their heads on straight and you should be listening to them and not that voice in the back of your head.” He tapped Steve forehead for emphasis.

The bell above the door rang again and Mike and Will walked in. Steve raised a eyebrow when he spotted them.

“DiMaggio’s is certainly hopping for a random Thursday,” he commented dryly to Will when he lead a slightly reluctant Mike over to their table. Eddie arrived at the table just moments later and there are hugs and greetings all around.

“You caused quite a stir at the latest family dinner,” Will said with a huge grin to Steve.

Steve huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, how did that happen?”

“Jonathan is back on Mom’s couch,” he said with a smirk.

Steve reared his head back. “And how did that involve me?”

“Argyle kicked him out of the apartment because him and Nancy lied to him about who’s fault your and her relationship ended.”

“Nancy is furious at them both,” Mike said with a half shrug. “I’m not sure their relationship is going to survive that little revelation.”

Steve winced. “Yeah...that’s on them though. How was I to know that Jonathan hadn’t been honest to Argyle about that.”

Eddie bumped his shoulder. “You weren’t.”

“Oh we are totally on your side,” Will said.

Mike nodded. “Yeah, man. It was straight up bullshit all the lying they did.”

“Mom’s pissed because she really liked you,” Will continued, “and believed Jonathan about how things went down. Like of course she did. He’s her son, but she should have tried to get your side of it.”

“Those eight years are totally on her,” Steve said, holding his hands up in surrender. “You’ve been trying to tell her for years to at least talk to me about it.”

Will and Mike nodded.

Mike chewed on his lip as he played with the loose string on the hem of his t-shirt. “Is it bad I hope Nancy and Jonathan break up?”

The table got silence for a moment.

Wayne lifted his chin. “Why’s that, son?”

“Because I don’t think she wants a relationship. I think she was only with Jonathan and Steve,” he said waving at him with his left hand, “is because that’s what you’re ‘supposed’ to do.”

“Steve!” the counter called.

Steve got up to get his pizza order, he stopped back at the table. “I don’t think it’s a bad you want your sister to learn how to be herself without a partner. I think it shows that you’re more mature then she is. You’re a good man, Mike.”

He clapped Mike’s shoulder and then waved goodbye to everyone. He pulled out his keys and walked out to his car, flipping the key ring around as he thought.

He never intended this to happen when he saw his ex at the grocery store, but honestly? Maybe it was a good thing to get all those wounds brought to light so that they could heal properly.

For all their sakes.

*

Steve was ready for the weekend. His week had been a literal hell. But Eddie had promised that he would have fun. The band had been practicing a couple of new songs and were debuting them Saturday night.

He sat at the curve of the table, sandwiched between Robin, who wouldn’t care, only to tease him mercilessly later, and Mandy who got it, how fucking sexy Eddie and the band was when they were on stage.

Steve wished he could say he was better prepared every time Eddie got on stage, but every week Eddie went out of his way to drive Steve absolutely wild.

“He does this on purpose doesn’t he?” Steve asked after a particularly hot number where Eddie fell to his knees grinding on his guitar.

Mandy laughed. “I would like to put you out of your misery and say yes, but no. When Eddie gets on stage he loses all connection to the audience and just rocks out. His fans love it.”

Steve looked around the dingy bar and had to agree. They were just as turned on as he was. He shifted uncomfortably in his jeans, clearing his throat. “If we...” he cleared his throat again. “I mean if Eddie were to–if we were–”

Mandy took pity on him. “If you two were going out would the fans tear you to pieces for touching what they can’t?”

Steve bit his lip and nodded, looking at his hands that were twisted in lap.

She gave his knee a squeeze. “I honestly don’t know what the fans would do. But Eddie wouldn’t give a damn what they think. He’s been booed before for a song that they didn’t think was metal enough and he didn’t let that stop him. Not once.”

Steve let out a breath. It was always something that worried him. He knew he went against the grain in everything he did, but he didn’t want that with Eddie. He didn’t want to be with Eddie just because it went against the norm of what was expected of either of them.

They arrived at the club and already Robin was on the dance floor. She loved dancing and soon Mandy, Chrissy, Jeff, and Brian were out there with her. Gareth, Eddie, and Steve watched in amusement as their friends let loose on the dance floor, living it up under the rainbow lights and the thumping beat of the music.

Steve turned around and Eddie wasn’t there.

“You seen Eddie?” he shouted at Gareth.

Gareth shot up and looked around. “Shit.”

Somehow during their watching of their friends cutting it up, Eddie had slipped away.

“You check out back to see if he’s gone for a smoke,” Steve said.

Gareth nodded.

“I’m going to check the bar.”

Gareth nodded again.

Across the crowded room, a man in a tailored white suit grinned as he moved to the back of the club where the restrooms were, eyes glittering with want and rage as he scented his prey.

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CHAPTER SEVEN - TOJI

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Within the next few minutes, I’ll be dead. I knew this the moment I saw that blue-eyed freak reappear after when I thought I killed him. Fucking sorcerers and their cursed technique bullshit. Maybe I was too confident thinking I would win the second time. I doubted myself at first, but then I calmed down… No. 

 I was just too confident.

 A world like this wasn’t meant for a monkey like me. I was born into a fucked up family that treated me like shit because I didn’t have any cursed technique. The scar on my lip reminds me of it every day. I got over it, though. I accepted this was my faith. I served my purpose, and it was time for me to go.

 Still, I can’t help but wish I made it out alive. That I had a little bit more time. 

 “Nah,” I replied, vaguely. 

 How am I supposed to answer some cliché question like that? 

 Any last words?

 Why would I tell him that? 

 Tell him about the thoughts and images that’s in my head.

 Tell him that I had a wife who I actually saw some good in me. Good enough to get pregnant and raise a kid together. Tch, me? Toji Fushiguro? A husband and father? I never thought I would live to see the day. And of course, it didn’t last long. 

 My wife died because of an incurable sickness. I never felt pain before. Not when I’m standing here with half my body blown off. Not when my family tortured me. But the day she died, I felt pain. I didn’t cry. I just felt empty. Felt like I had no reason to be decent anymore. How was I supposed to raise a kid by myself? 

 She told me I was going to be okay. 

 I wasn’t okay. 

 I’m a fucked a person.

 A fucked up father.

 . . . I was never made to be a fucking dad. Me selling my son to my family is better than what I could’ve done for him. It wouldn’t make any difference if I was or was not in his life because I would never be good enough to be a father. . . A person. . . But I met. . . Her.

 In my final moments, I think of my late wife, my son, and—

“Dad!” Megumi’s deafening voice wakes me up. “It’s almost five. We have to go to the store.”

  What the…

 What the fuck was that? 

 Lately my mind has been clogged with thoughts and what feels like memories I used to have. Could never decipher them, but that dream was probably the clearest I had. 

 Me being on the verge of death (wouldn’t be the first time), apparently being killed by some blue-eyed fuck. Giving Megumi away to the Zen’in Family? Like fucking hell. I would endure the shit they put me through every day for the rest of my life knowing it would keep my kid safe. I just don’t understand these dreams I’ve been having.

 Are they signs? Is my judgment day coming where I would have to atone to my sins? Some bad shit about to happen to me? Megumi? I don’t fucking know. 

 I don’t care for karma. I don’t care for faith, destiny, or any of that manifestation bullshit. But I do believe in purpose, and sometimes I feel like I don’t have any. That there isn’t any.

 I’m a dad. For what? To fail my son. I was a husband, had my flaws but shit, I tried. And for what? To lose her only after being parents together for eight years? It was unexpected. Nature calling, and at the moment, I never hated whatever fucking god above so much because they took her away from me. 

 From me and Megumi.

 Please take care of Megumi.

 It’s like I can hear her lecturing me about all the times I had our kid eating take out or having him walk home alone from school. 

 Take care of Megumi. . . Yeah, I’m trying.

 I have to do better.

 I need to.

 The little purpose I have is left for him.

 “If you can’t go anymore, can you at least give me the money so I can go by my-”

 “No,” I interrupted, clearing my throat. “No, let’s go. Sorry, kid. Your old man was dozing off.”

 Here’s another thing about being a parent. Being around other parents who force small talk while their kids go off and buy shit. Because we’re parents, that means we have to share funny stories and randomly show baby photos to people you don’t even fucking know. Why? I don’t know, but I bet the mom next to me that has been talking my ears out for the past fifteen minutes could tell you.

 Having Megumi as my kid means he’s going to have most, if not some, of my traits. One of them being how much of a loner I am that appreciates his space. After my failed attempt to walk around with the kid to maybe have some father-son bonding, I figured I just stand at a comfortable distance and let him do his own thing. 

 No pressure. I’m on his time. Not the other way around.

 Still, me standing alone was not a fucking invitation to talk to me.

 I respect women. I do, but I’m two seconds away from telling her to fuck off in the nicest way possible. 

 Though, I have a reason why she approached me to begin with. 

 How she’s invading my space, trying her hardest for me to look at her tits. The extra pout she gives her lips while talking to me. How she’s still asking me one off questions, despite my vague one word answers.

 She’s looking to get fucked, but she’s just too shy to say it. 

 Attractive for most part. Probably five-foot-ten, maybe in her late thirties. Strong perfume. Hair drops right below her jaw. 

 Hm, not my type. 

 “So, here’s another photo-”

 “Sorry, why are you showing me these again?” I abruptly asked. 

 “I—” she stumbles over her words, pushing her hair back while giving me a timid smile.

 “Seems like you had other reasons.”

 “Like?”

 I shrug. “To get fucked.” I can tell that my brute honesty throws her off a bit, but she gathers herself. 

 “Are you offering?”

 “No.”

 She’s probably taken back by my response. I wouldn’t know because I casually walked away to the next aisle. 

 Back in Tokyo, I gained attention, but in America? The women here look at me like I’m a fucking piece of meat. Not that I don’t mind, but shit. 

 What would help if they didn’t waste both our time with trivial chit chat and just cut straight to the chase. 

 Anyways. 

 Told the kid I’ll be walking around the store if he needs me, and of course he replies with whatever . Like I should be surprised. 

 He’s my son, after all. 

 Pretty packed for a Tuesday night at the store. Guess all the parents are out buying their kids shit, too. While Megumi is getting his supplies together, figured I could go to the meat section to make dinner tonight. Probably hot pot for the kid and offal for me. 

  Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing this parenting shit right. You know, letting Megumi be by himself to buy things while I roam around. Probably not because I see families throughout the store and they look happy, for the most part. 

 The look on their faces, the light conversations they’re having about who knows what. . . I can tell this is going to be one of those fucking nights for me. 

 Remember there was a point in my life where I was content with the small family I created. My wife. Megumi. Living in the shittiest apartment building back in Tokyo and barely making ends meet. 

 I came from a wealthy family. One of the wealthiest in Japan. I was supposed to be a silver spooned brat that was grateful to be born into money, only later to be beaten and emotionally abused, which eventually left me in the streets. 

 And you know after all the shit those Zen’in fucks put me through regardless of the amount of money I had access to, I’d always choose what I had with my wife and my strained relationship with Megumi. 

 But of course, any good that happens to me is only temporary. Can only imagine how long I have left with Megumi until he turns eighteen and moves far away from me if he decides to go to college. 

 Is it wrong for me to wish my kid would cut me some slack? Probably, but that’s not something I would ever ask him. Though, I can fucking admit that it stings how he addresses me has changed over time. 

 Daddy to Papa, now to Dad. Soon he’ll start being formal and shit by calling me father or even my first name. I guess I should be grateful he’s calling me anything at all. 

 Damn, if I liked alcohol, I would’ve said I need a drink right now. Maybe a few. Being in family settings makes me feel the emotion I hate feeling the most. Vulnerability . 

 It makes me feel weak, like I’m pitying myself. I don’t care for pity. I don't care to say I didn’t deserve to experience trauma. It happened. There’s shit I can do about it. No point for me to keep thinking about it. 

 It’s just hard when your son doesn’t even want to be seen with you in public to go school supply shopping. 

 I need to clear my head. 

 Already worked out twice today, and clearly that’s not working. Maybe some pussy. It’s been a while since I last had sex. Maybe I need…

 Y/N .

 Here I am again thinking about her at the most random fucking times. I said I need her. Would I ever tell her that?  Most likely not. 

 How can I tell a woman that I don’t know that I need her? To be around her and have her bubbly personality overshadow my grumpiness. To stare at her in dead silence and think how fucking pretty she is. How good she smells. How can I tell Y/N that? 

 She’s good company. 

 That’s all she is…

 Soon she’ll see I’m no good. 

  “Miss L /N told me you’ve been doing good in class, kid.”

 Been home with Megumi for about two hours now. School shopping is not fucking cheap, to say the least. My job pays well, but the cost of shit in America is still something I’m trying to adjust to, especially in comparison to Japan. 

 Megumi is the only reason why I haven’t gotten broke yet. 

 “Yeah,” he responds flatly.

 I stuff my mouth with a piece of meat. “Want to talk about it?”

 “Not really.”

 “Alright.”

 There goes that loud silence. 

 I continue, trying to keep conversation. “Food's good?” He nods. “Think you got everything you needed for school?”

 “Yes, Dad.” Annoyance fills his voice, making it very clear that I’m bothering him. 

 “Everything’s okay?” I asked. 

 “Can’t we just eat in silence? Why are you forcing conversation?”

 Oh.

 “Sorry, kid. Just trying-”

 Megumi pushes back his chair, standing up with his plate in his hand. “I’m going to my room. Thanks for dinner.”

 What the fuck am I doing wrong?

 I talk, he’s annoyed with me. I don’t talk, I feel like he’s being neglected again. Not sure if I’m giving Megumi too much space or just enough space, but it’s kind of fucking hard when I don’t how he feels. 

 When you come from an abusive family that doesn't know how to give or receive love, it passes onto you and potentially it’ll pass onto your child. 

 That’s what I’m trying to prevent. 

 I was scared as shit when my wife first told me she was pregnant. I mean, how the fuck was I supposed to be a dad? I don't know what it feels like to have one. But I knew I was going to be okay if I had her by my side.

  I’m a fucked up person. . . A fucked up father. 

 “Fuck, I need to take a walk,” I say to myself. 

 I get up to put the leftovers in the oven so I can finish later. Before I walk out the door, I tell Megumi I’m stepping out for a while and guess what he says? 

 Whatever. 

  Patience, Fushiguro. Patience.

  Be kind to yourself, Toji . That’s what Y/N told me the other day. I have messaged or contacted her at all since I got her number yesterday. Maybe I need to talk to her… see her… just for a little bit. 

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discussion question #3 — the more we see toji and megumi's relationship, struggles are shown between them. more so, on toji's part. do you think he should continue making small talk or allow megumi to come around whenever he's ready? looks like toji is afraid to let that happen because he doesn't want megumi to feel neglected. thoughts?

[fortisfilia]

Promised Part 2 - Tom Riddle x reader

Info: This is a rewrite of a story I've posted on my old account years ago. If it sounds familiar, that might be why :)

Summary: In this story, Tom didn't grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader's sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.

Warnings: Arranged marriage, sickness, bullying

Word count: 1.7k

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Part 2 - Back in Hogwarts

Being back at Hogwarts felt strange. Usually, it was like coming home, where the old stone walls kept you warm even when they were so cold. But this time, having left your sick little sister behind and after practically selling your soul to the devil, you felt as if everyone already knew. Every time someone looked at you, underlying judgement was inherent in their gaze.

How could she do this? How could she agree to marry someone she didn’t love? She probably did it for the money. Or for his reputation. Both perhaps.

No one had said anything to your face yet, but the nasty expressions they wore gave them away. Girls from year five had always greeted you, had looked up to you, trying to impress older students and wanting to be noticed. Now they didn’t look you in the eyes, even though their stares bore holes into the back of your head and when they thought you were out of earshot, they would group up in the hallways and whisper to each other.

Camille Kegley was the only person you trusted enough to talk to. She was your best friend since your first year in Hogwarts and being with her had always been easy. She was a breath of fresh air - humble, fun and a loyal friend. A true Hufflepuff. So you had told her every little detail. How your sister got cursed, that the Gaunts visited, what they offered and what they asked for in return. Camille’s mouth hung open by the end, but she understood.

“I would have done the same thing for my brother,” she said. “I’m so sorry all of this happened though. If I can do anything to help you out, just let me know.”

“Thank you. Really. The only thing I want right now is for everyone to stop looking at me like I murdered someone.”

“You think they know already?”

“‘I’m not sure,” you sighed. “Seems like it.”

“Have you told anybody?”

“Just you. And please. Don’t tell anyone. I don’t want Elsie to be the girl who’s been cursed when she starts school next year and I won’t be here to help her.”

“I won’t. Don’t worry. But how would anyone know it then, by now?”

“I have a feeling the Gaunts want as many people to know as possible. To make it harder for me to back out.”

“You think Tom-”

“No,” you said and shook your head. “It seemed he was even more against it than I was. His grandfather, Marvolo. I think it’s him who’s eager for everyone to know.”

“Wanker,” Camille said.

“Tosser,” you added.

“Merlin’s saggy left bollock,” Camille went one better and you both laughed. “And what about Tom?”

“What about him?”

“Well, if they’re going through with the pact like you said, you’re going to marry him. Do you like him at least? In any way?”

“I… don’t know. I hardly know him. Though he seems to take after his grandfather, unfortunately.”

“Saggy bollock,” Camille whispered.

“I guess I’ll try to get to know him. We’ll have to get along someday after all.”

“Good idea,” Camille nodded. “You should do that.”

“He’s so distant. Cold. I don’t know how to approach him.”

“Oh, that shouldn’t be too hard. He’s just a man. They're all quite similar if we're honest.”

“I’m not sure he’s similar to most men we know, Camille,” you said and she laughed.

“You’ll have to find out, then. Maybe, deep down, he’s quite nice.”

“Maybe.”

Maybe not. Tom acted like nothing had happened for the first week of school. Either Morfin had slipped some Forgetfulness Potion into Tom’s tea, or he actually detested you that much, because it felt as if he didn’t even know who you were. He didn’t greet you in the hallway, hell, he didn’t even glance at you in class. Nothing. How was this supposed to work if he didn’t try at all? It was unfathomable.

The only person who talked normally to you, besides Camille, was Benjamin Hilt, a Gryffindor boy from year six. He was annoying, to put it mildly. Perhaps he just tried to be nice, but it seemed he wanted to know a lot about Tom and you. And, to be fair, you didn’t even know much about Tom and you.

Ben acted like Hogwarts’ very own private investigator, trying to elicit as much information as possible from you. He had you wondering if he was working for the Daily Prophet. 

How did the engagement happen? Weren’t you still too young? Did your parents agree immediately? Was it possible that you didn’t do it willingly? Was it forced? 

“Merlin, Ben!” you shouted. “Stop asking all those questions. What are you trying to get out of this?”

“I don’t know,” he said and scratched the back of his neck. “It’s just so strange, you know. I’ve never seen you two together. Seems off.”

“Well, mind your own business then. Git,” you said and rushed out of the great hall. 

Even though Tom avoided you magnificently, his friends, or rather his followers, seemed very much interested in you. And not in a positive way. They looked you up and down in class, followed you in the hallways and you could only guess what they were mumbling to each other. Certainly not compliments.

Emlyn Avery and Tiernan Lestrange were the worst of them. The two boys were on you all the time. You tried to act as if you didn’t notice, but it got more concerning each day. Every time you looked over your shoulder, those two were standing close. And they smiled so spitefully, it was clear how much they enjoyed freaking you out. Bastards.

It had become a habit not to walk the corridors alone. Camille was with you most of the time and if she couldn’t be there, you followed random groups of people until you found one of your friends. This technique, as humiliating as it was, worked well. Until that one day, when Professor Binns asked you to stay for a moment, after your History Of Magic lesson. Not only did he take ages to get his point across, but made you more nervous each second, when your classmates’ voices faded until you couldn’t hear a single sound from the hallway.

Your heart was beating in your throat when you left the classroom. Of course. Avery and Lestrange had waited for you. With their stupid grins on their faces. They didn’t even act as if they were there for something else.

You pondered where to go. The great hall was always busy and also quite near, so you turned right. They were following you. You heard their footsteps behind you and they were coming closer. 

Whenever you went a little faster, the two of them did too. You thought about running away but didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. 

Eventually, they caught up. Avery walked to your left, Lestrange to your right until they had you cornered.

“What do you want?” you asked and tried your best to control your voice. 

“Just wanted to say hello,” Avery said.

“Hello,” you said and tried to push through them, but they didn’t let you.

“No,” Lestrange smirked. “We’re not done yet.”

“Did Riddle send you?” you asked. “To scare me?”

“Why would he do that? To his future wife.”

“You tell me.”

“We’re here to clear some things up,” Avery said. “That you might not know.”

“And what’s that?” you asked.

“You see, we don’t know how you did it. How your family pulled that trick to make Tom agree to marry you. It can only mean that you’re plotting something. And -”

“Wait, he didn’t tell you?” you asked.

They didn’t answer right away but exchanged an involuntary glance with each other. A sore point. Interesting.

“We know enough, okay?” Avery hissed. “Tom has a great future ahead of him. And I swear, if you get in the way, you’re going to regret it.”

“I’m not -”

“Shut up,” Lestrange interrupted you with his wand close to your face. “I don’t know what you’re after. Money, fame, whatever it is. You might want to think about it again and I’ll have you know it’s not worth it.”

“I don’t care for any of that.”

“Come on, what other reason could you have to pull off something like that?”

There was no way you were telling them about Elsie. Every student would know by next year and she was far too sensitive to handle that. “None of your business.”

“That just proves you’re not trustworthy,” Avery said.

“Because I’m not telling you two my reasons?” you almost laughed. “Give me a break. Why didn’t you ask Tom? Your good friend who confides everything to you.”

Their faces turned red, their embarrassment obvious. Even if everyone knew how much power Riddle had over his friends, they didn’t like to be reminded of it.

“Listen here, you little -” Avery stopped talking when a hand touched his shoulder and pulled him and Lestrange away from you.

Tom stood there, looking at them rigidly. “What are you doing?”

“We’re… Just…”

“Talking to her. Trying to get to know her better,” Avery mumbled.

Tom looked at you for a second, then back at his friends. “Doesn’t seem like you were having a nice chat.”

“Oh it was very nice,” Avery said. “Making friends.”

“Was it a nice chat?” Tom asked you.

You were still so tense from them threatening you and hadn’t expected Tom to talk to you directly after days of silence, so you just stammered, “I… They -”

“Shut up you,” Lestrange took a step in your direction until Tom pressed his wand against Lestrange’s chest.

“Don’t,” Tom said through gritted teeth.

“I wasn’t -”

“I don’t care Tiernan. Let’s go.”

Without another word, the three boys walked away towards the Slytherin common room. You were still glued to the spot when Tom turned around and glanced at you.

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[strangerthingsn]

Bruised

part 4

summary: You live in your car or a hotel, you sell your body to men for money, but got accidentally pregnant by the only one Alan Munson(Eddies dad). He was in jail before, for the same thing he did to you. But lucky he has a son who cares and helps you out.

warnings: 18+ (all parts), sex, blowjob, unprotected sex, jealousy, mean man

You and Mary finally arrived you probably a little late for a good spot in the frond so you two just took one by the bar.

“Just a water please” you smile at the boy with long hair behind the bar.

“okay darling, what for this beauty?” the guy grins.

“Uhhh, Jack Daniels with coke, not too strong yet” Mary tells.

“Can we pay the end of the night?” You ask looking at him.

“sure, what’s your name?”

“y/n” you smile. The boy nods and writes your name and prices down on a paper then starts making Mary her drink. You turn back to the stage to see them coming up. You smile and clap like the rest does.

“ EDDIE!!” You smile, he probably didn’t hear you but it was okay. They were singing one of their own songs, some in the crowd seem to know it. Eddie is the lead singer and rhythm guitarist, he does both amazing, one thing you didn’t like tho were the girls in the frond. The biggest issue was that they are prettier then you and they all want your Eddie.

“Hire”it was the guy says handing your water who pulled you out of your thoughts.

“oh thanks” you smile taking it. And you continue watching the band preforming. You take a little sip but you were quickly enough to taste the strong taste and you spit it out, “what the fuck mate. This is pure vodka”

“sorry wrong bottle” he jokes and laughs, some other guys laugh too.

“are you craz-“ you start but got cut off.

“That’s so not funny, she’s pregnant you can’t just do that.” Mary interrupted.

“sorry didn’t mean to make you mad” the guy gives you another glass but this time you smelled before drinking it.

“water?” Mary asks.

“yes” you nod drinking some of it. You gave the other glass back and the guy turned to other boys. You turn back to the band and continue listening to the performance.

“hey guys, pretty big crowd tonight” Eddie smiles while talking out of breath “I’m thankful for all the people who came watch us, next up is our song ‘rough’”

Gareth starts with counting down with his drum stick and then the band starts playing the other song. Eddie starts singing, while the band is concentrating on their instruments Eddie is busy with anything else, a blue haired girl. He’s looking at her and smiling, did he forget you came to watch him?

“Ew” Mary rolls her eyes.

“what?” You look at her.

“look at that blue haired bitch”

“I know” you nod biting the inside of your cheek.

“you should go to the frond” Mary continues watching the girl.

“no! I mean-… I’m nothing compared with her Mary”

“you’re a gorgeous woman, I don’t see the problem” she smiles.

“maybe, I don’t know… after the break”

“fine by me” Mary nods.

—1 hour later—

“alright all, go get some beer, smoke outside or whatever we having a break for 20 minutes, y/n where ever you are get me a beer please” you laugh a little.

“Well he knows you’re hire” Mary chuckles.

“A beer please” you look at the guy.

“alright” he nods and grabs a glass.

“you should tell him you don’t like him flirting with that other girl” Mary had ordered her third drink.

“I don’t know… I don’t wanna fuck it up, I’m so happy with him”

“he’s probably already drunk and high” Mary rolls her eyes.

“That’s for sure” you nod.

“Hire is your beer” the guy gives the glass.

“thanks” you get up “I’ll be right back” you smile at Mary and you walk towards the stage. You see Eddie talking with his band mates and you grab his feed

“Eddie!” You giggle because he jumped a little.

“you scared me sweetheart” he chuckles.

“sorry” you give the beer.

“Thank you” he smiles taking it and leaning down to kiss you.

“you guys are doing great” you smile.

“thank you honey, you got some food with you?” “Only gum”

“can’t really sing with gun in my mouth” he grins.

“that’s what I thought, want me to get to something?”

“No it’s fine, maybe you could get me something after the show, you always can come backstage”

“You make me feel like a groupie” you huff.

“you’re kinda my groupie” Eddie jokes and waves at someone, you look behind you only to meet the eyes of the blue haired girl. You turn back to Eddie after.

“I guess I’ll go again..” you turn around and walk off.

“did you just really do that mate?” You hear Gareth say.

“what?” Eddie snaps.

“wave to that chick while you were talking with your own” you didn’t hear Eddies awnser on that, you didn’t even know if you wanted to.

“hey, and? is he drunk?” Mary chuckles.

“Is that even a question” you smile acting like nothing is wrong.

“Water please” you smile at the guy. He nods and turns around the get a glass. You lean against the bar watching Eddie and Gareth still talk. Probably about you cause they are looking at your direction.

“Ur water miss” The boy gives it.

“Thanks” you smile taking it. Eddie had turned back to the microphone.

“Okay guys, 4 more songs to go, let’s start with ‘iron’” Eddie announced. The crowd was inside again in meanwhile and everyone is clapping and cheering. Probably 99% is drunk as hell. The band start playing the song and Eddie and you shared eye contact in meanwhile while he’s singing: “I would love to bang you tonight” you roll your eyes and chuckle.

—about 40 minutes later—

You finished your water and Mary was driving home already. Eddie drunk with his last song a bottle of jack daniels, he’s probably really drunk at this point. You put the glass down and walk backstage, you walk into the room they share.

“y/n im naked”

“You still have your boxers on, you’re such a pussy” you chuckle looking at Gareth. You flop on the couch and so does Eddie.

“hey baby” he wraps his arms around you and kisses your neck, okay you’re definitely not into that right now.

“hey sweetheart” you kiss his head and rubs his back. “You gonna regret drinking like a beast tomorrow morning.”

“I’m just a little drunk” he looks at you.

“I don’t belive you” you laugh a little laying down on the couch. Eddie lays on you with his full weight and you move him a little to the side so it’s more comfortable with your bumb.

“you liked it y/n?” Grant asks.

“loved it” you nod.

“thats good” he nods.

“hey-..uhhh where is Jeff”you ask.

“Fucking a girl in the bathroom, I shouldn’t go there by the way”

“I kinda figured out I shouldn’t” you look disgust.

“my kid” Eddie mumbles to your belly. You look down at him again.

“yeah he’s drunk.” Gareth laughs a bit.

“Eds, should we go home?” You play with his hair.

“N- no wait..” he starts unbuckling his belt. When you realize you grap his hand.

“no baby.. you’re drunk, let’s get you home”

—30 minutes later—

You didn’t have a license but you survived driving you and Eddie home in this van. Its not really the first time you drive a car and Eddie had explained earlier.

“Come” you kiss his head while helping him out and walk to the door. Eddie gives the keys and you open the door. You both walk into the trailer and you smile at Wayne sitting on the couch.

“what did you get yourself into Eddie..” Wayne looks at you two walking in.

“he got his self into drinking beers and jack daniels” you sigh walkin to the bedroom. You lay him carefully down and you take his shoes off, you didn’t noticed Wayne watching you taking care of Eddie. “you wanna keep your pants on?”

“yeaah” Eddie nods with his eyes closed.

“okay then” you take his jacket off and put the blanket over him carefully.

“Y/n” he smiles while taking your hand.

“go sleep pretty boy” you kiss his forehead with a soft smile. You get up turning around to meet the eyes of Wayne. “I-..uh. That was not what it looked like” you lie.

“it’s fine” he smiles a little “it’s late get some rest you both.”

“thanks Wayne, good night” you smile.

“good night” he waves and walks out closing the door behind him. You take your dress off and the makeup. After that you turn the lights off and lay in the bed cuddling Eddie, who was already asleep.

You rub his back with one hand and with the other you play with his hair. You look at his adorable face, you find yourself a creep watching him sleep but you couldn’t help. “Sleep well” you whisper closing your eyes.

—the next morning—

“babe?” Eddie shakes you hoping you would wake up. You smile of hearing his voice and you open your eyes. “I made breakfast for you” Eddie puts some hair behind your ear.

“thank you” you whisper rubbing your eyes. “How is your head?”

“hurts like a bitch” he shrugs.

“that’s what i thought.. you get a medicine?” You kiss his forehead.

“not yet, gotta take care of my girl first”

“no you need to take care more for yourself babe..” you rub his cheek.

“I will do now” he nods and gets up.

“good” you smile a bit. “What day is it?”

“it’s Saturday” Eddie smiles “I just have to work tomorrow”

“I need to work Monday again”

“Okay” Eddie smiles and walks out while you get up. You’re putting one of Eddies sweatpants on and you walk into the living room.

“for youu” Eddie gives a plate full of food.

“you want me fat”

“I needed to cook for two” Eddie rubs your belly.

“fair enough” you nod and sit down by the table.

“you’re belly is growing every day a little more” Eddie smiles and kisses your forehead before sitting down besides you.

“They grow fast” you nod.

—1 week later—

You all are sitting in the living room, you bought little presents for Eddie and Wayne and they did for you too. Wayne did also finally accept you and Eddie being together.

“I have this one for you, Eddie and me bought it together” you smile giving a present to Wayne.

“you two didn’t need to” He smiles while taking it.

“I do, you gave me an actual home” you smile watching him unpack it. It was a cap, he still wanted this one by his collection that was hanging all on a wall in the trailer.

“I still needed this one thank you guys” Wayne smiles.

“ofcourse” Eddie smiles.

“no problem” you smile too.

“okay i bought these for you” Eddie gives you two packages.

“two?” You look up at him with a big smile.

“yes” he nods. You smile and you open one of them. It was a little baby onesie with ‘mamas little rockstar’ on it and little guitars as print.

“o my god Eddie, I love it!!” You smile and give Eddie a big hug.

“open the other first” Eddie smiles.

“okay okay” you smile opening the other. It was a necklace, you used to wear Eddie his necklaces but now you finally you have your own.

“I love you” you give him a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you Eddie”

“ofcourse” Eddie smiles and hugs you again.

“I have also something for you” you give Eddie a ring, it was just in a little box. “I didn’t have money for wrapping paper anymore” you chuckle.

“that’s fine” Eddie opens the boy and looks at the ring with a skull with heart eyes. “I love it”

“let me see Eddie” Wayne looks at the box, Eddie puts the ring on and shows it proudly. “That’s cool”

“I know! Thank you” Eddie kisses your cheek.

“I have also a present for you” Wayne gives you a present. “And for you” He gives also one to Eddie.

“thank youuu” you smile. Eddie smiles and starts opening it.

“no problem” Wayne says watching you guys. It was a shirt with the corroded coffin logo yours was dark red and Eddies was black.

“that’s so cool, thanks Wayne” Eddie smiles big.

“I love it!” You smile also.

—after 2 hours—

You guys spend the evening with movies and a nice dinner. It was really fun and it felt like family. Tomorrow you asked Mary over cause you also bought a present for her but for now you’re in the shower with your boyfriend.

“you have such nice tits” Eddie smirks a little.

“Awh is my boyfriend in a mood?” You tease. You and Eddie had almost every day sex, exploring each others bodies and making love, but you also became a little more comfortable with the dirty talk.

“I love you” he kisses your neck.

“You drunk too much beer and wine Eds”

“I love you” he repeats again, okay, he was a little tipsy but you were in the mood too.. “bent over..”

“Eds did you forgot about my giant belly, I can’t, you should wait”

“blow me thennn” Eddie gives you puppy eyes.

“fine…” you smirk and get on your knees, his cock was painfully hard and red. You take him in your hand and you jerk him of a couple times. Eddie let out a groan but he proceeded didn’t expect that coming to because he looks down at you. “Your uncle idiot.”

“I think he’s sleeping.?” Eddie bites his lip.

“be silent.” Eddie nods and you continue, pre cum was already leaking from his tip. “Poor baby so hard for me, huh?”

“shut up” he mumbles. You smirk and take his tip into your mouth. He really tries to keep himself quiet. You take him deeper and start moving your head back and forth, Eddie was quickly with grabbing your hair. You moan around his cock and you take him deeper sucking harder.

“G-gonna..” Cum. Eddie is so horny that he’s gonna cum already. “s-so good..” you smirk and allow him to fuck your throat. He moves your head and he was so deep, you gag and that was the thing that made him cum. You swallow it all and let his cock out of your mouth.

“Good boy” you lean up to give him a little kiss. “Wash your dick and get out” you get out of the shower and wrap a towel around you.

“okay, okay” When Eddie finishes washing you give him a towel while he turns the shower off. “I wait for you in your room” you smile walking out.

“Mhm” he nods.

—10 minutes later-

you knew it was gonna take a while because Eddie had to take care of his curls before he could fuck you but you’re already fingering yourself in your boyfriend bed. Getting yourself ready for his pretty cock.

“look how nice, can i have a taste?” Eddie sits on the bed between your thighs.

“Always” you smirk. Eddie smirks back taking your hand and sucking your fingers and letting them go with a pop. “Such a good boy for me”

“yeah, for you” he kisses your thighs and leaves hickeys on them. “My girl” he start sucking your clint what had you moaning.

“Eddie-“ you whine.

“I know.. just a little taste. Then you can soak my dick, yeah?” He starts eating you out like a starved man right now, and o my god it was so good. Every time it surprises you again. He starts fucking you with his tongue right now. Shit you were actually coming a little too close to the edge right now.

“E-Eddie.” You toes curl and you try to not disappoint him with cumming.

“good girl” he sits up stroking his cock a couple times while keeping his eyes on you. “You still want it?”

“yes” you nod smiling a bit, you lay back down, but sit up again before Eddie could even push inside of you.

“hm?” He looks at you.

“I want on top”

“Okay then” he smiles and lays down himself. You climb on top of him and sit with your knees on the mattress and your feet resting on his thighs. Eddie looks at you and rubs his tip over your pussy. “Ready?”

“Yes baby” you nod, Eddie smiles and slowly pushes his tip inside of you, you were already wet as hell so that was pretty easy.

“sit down slowly” Eddie lays his hands on your hips. This was not the first time on top, probably second of third but it still was more complicated then just let Eddie do the job. So you slowly sit down on his dick and let him sink deep inside of you.

“Holy-.. you’re actually so deep..” you moan a little trying to adjust to his size.

“not too deep? Is the baby okay?” He looks a little worried.

“everything is fine Eds” you lean down to kiss his forehead. When you got adjusted to his size you slowly start moving up and down. Eddie feels around your body and plays with your boobs.

“your boobs are so big” Eddie leans up to kiss them.

“your dick is also very big” you smirk.

“I know.”

“that’s very selfish of you” you joke. Eddie buckles his hips hard and you moan out pretty loud. “Sorry” you roll your eyes.

“you got a lil additude.” He looks at you.

“sorry”

“I love it.” Eddie smirks and kisses your neck.

—a week later—

Christmas was very fun, it felt like Eddie and Wayne were your real family. You also spended time with the band and Mary. With New Year’s Eve you were at a party again, you couldn’t drink real champagne so Eddie bought you kids champagne with bubbles as a joke. You were so in love with Eddie, and Eddie was with you. But also the birth came closer you still had more then 2 months to go.

“you like this?” Eddie shows a pair of tiny converse.

“I love them” you nod. “How much money do we have left?”

“uh… 50 dollars, must be enough for just the shoes, pacifier and a bottle.”

“then we could get the shoes” you smile. You were baby shopping with Eddie, you don’t wanna know the gender of the kid yet so it was a bit tricky sometimes.

—after 30 minutes—

You got back in the car with two bags full of baby stuff. You worked the whole entire week for the money but now you were done with baby stuff.

“Bennys burgers?” Eddie smiles.

“Please”

“okay, Wayne eats with his girlfriend anyway so we can go together.” Eddie start the car and starts driving to bennys. You started to get morning sickness more often, you had cramps or had to throw up in the morning or even in the night. But Eddie would always sit besides you holding your hair and calm you down.

“what you gonna get?”

“uh just a medium menu with a burger and water”

“not a milkshake?”

“I’m scared that will end up in the toilet in the morning”

“you mean as a pee?” Eddie chuckles.

“no” you giggle shaking your head.

“poor baby” Eddie takes your hand. “Anywhere in two months we have a gig again”

“I wanna come, then I have still three weeks to go anyways” you smile.

“okay if you think you can” He kisses your hand. You ate by Bennys burgers and it was really good. After that you two went home you showered and so did Eddie. You two watched a movie with popcorn until you fell asleep together.

I’m sorry this chapter is short. It’s because of Christmas and new year plus I’m sick but hire it is I hoped you enjoyed it! And late happy new year!

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undercover martyn︴ln4

⏳ in which..a girl streams to help her mom get better

CHAP. 1

❝and she spoke words that would melt in your hands ❞

march 03, 2023

📍massachusetts institute of technology

“thats all for today everyone, we’re gonna end a bit early, if you have any questions about the assignment email me after class.” the teacher said, wrapping up his lecture. y/n sighed, putting her laptop away, and gathering her pencils.

“y/n! wanna work together on the project?” her classmate, isabelle, asked. “yeah, sure! i have like, no ideas for it so that would be great.” y/n says with a smile. “awesome! i’ll text you.”

y/n finished packing up and walked out of the class, heading to the parking lot so she could go home, when she got a call from an unknown number. normally she would decline them, but something in her mind was telling her that she needed to pick it up.

so she did. she answered the call with a “hello?”

“hello, is this y/n y/ln?”

“yes, this is she. may i ask who’s calling?”

“this is charlotte, from florida hospital, we’re calling to inform you that sophie y/ln is here, you are on her form as an emergency contact.”

when she heard that, y/n gasped, “oh my gosh, is she ok?”

“she is being given medicine right now, but she requested that you come.”

“of course, thank you so much, ill be there asap.” she said, turning on her car and driving to the airport.

“thank you, have a nice day.”

“you too.” she hung up and kept driving, scenarios of what might’ve happened to her mom running through her head, until she pulled over.

head in her hands and gasping for breath, y/n started crying. crying because she was scared of her mom leaving her, just like her dad had, just like her friends had, but her mom never had.

and she needed to make sure she wouldn’t.

so, y/n pulled the car back on the road and drove to the airport, rushing in to find a kiosk that would sell her a ticket. she went to tsa, and upon seeing the extra security mark on her ticket, they pulled her aside for further screening.

after about 10 minutes of uncomfortable questions and searches, y/n finally got to her gate. which meant she had 20 more minutes of worrying before she could get on the plane. in the meantime, she pulled out her phone and started emailing her professors, explaining that she had a family emergency and would be absent for at least that day. as she had gotten a ticket so last minute, she was in the back of the line and had to squeeze into a middle seat.

after an hour squeezed in between two people in quite possibly the smallest seat ever, y/n got off the plane and called an uber to take her to the hospital. it pulled up quickly, and she got in.

“so, headed to the hospital?” the driver checked, looking at her in his mirror.

“yes, please.” she smiled to the driver and put on her seatbelt. “can you go fast, please? its my mom, i want to make sure she’s ok.”

he nodded and started driving, weaving in between traffic and quite possibly speeding at some points, but y/n didn’t mind. she needed to get to her mom, even if it meant she was in a bed next to her.

as soon as he pulled up to the drop-off area, she jumped out, and waved to him as a thank you. running into the hospital, she got in line to the front desk.

time seemed to pass slowly, seconds lasting minutes, minutes lasting hours, all the while her mind was running with possibilities.

what if she got in an accident? maybe she fell down the stairs? or burned herself cooking?

LUX’S NOTE..

welcome to undercover martyn! i hope you all enjoy (: im so sorry about the ending lmao, they have never been my strong suit. hopefully throughout this they get better though!

#lando norris x reader #lando x reader #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #lando fanfic #twitch quartet

[imtherain]

What Doesn’t Kill You, Kills You Slower

So I watched the Sandman show, and while I love me a Dream, I couldn’t help but love the Corinthian more. I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not.

Please enjoy, if you comment I’ll be more likely to post smut later hehe 

[I did it, I posted smut, kinda.]

For now, this is angst and maybe some fluff if you squint.

Warnings: Implied smut, vague mentions of murder, one scene of potentially assault (tho nothing actually is described/happens), some talk of love for the loveless, and one big ole broken heart.

Anyway

“Well, well, what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” He was blond, well dressed, wearing dark glasses and a smile.

“Not looking for trouble,” I smiled a bit before taking a sip from my glass. This bar was one of the only ones in town that didn’t care if you sat alone drinking, and, usually, no one said a thing. I wasn’t even drinking alcohol tonight.

“Now who said anything about trouble?” He slid into the empty bar stool next to me, leaning back against the bar.

“I can smell it on you,” I told him and his grin almost faltered. He knew he was trouble too.

“Can you now?” I was surprised to see this only intrigued him. “And what does trouble smell like?” I thought for a moment before answering. I could tell him the truth, that I was a sort of empath, who could sense far more than I should about a person, just by looking at them, or touching them, or smelling them in some cases.

“Metal,” I said and he chuckled. “Iron, like blood. Old alleys. Late nights. Car exhaust. A woman’s perfume, a man’s cologne.” I told him. He sobered at that. I’d struck something in him and I didn’t care.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He offered, to my surprise. I looked at my mostly empty glass.

“I’m not drinking tonight,” I told him. “This is a kiddie cocktail,” 

“How about a coffee then?”

“I doubt they sell coffee here,” 

“There are plenty of places in this fine city that sell coffee,” His charm was back on, and I should have known better than to linger much longer. But he was interesting. He smelled interesting. He looked interesting. And if he leaned just a little bit closer, I bet he’d taste interesting too.

“Sure,” I said. And his cocky grin widened like a cat’s.

In a way, I knew what he was. That he wasn’t human. That to him, I would only be a play thing to eventually discard. But I had always had a terrible urge to self-destruct, so I didn’t care.

The worst he could do was kill me, right?

~

He didn’t ask to come over until the third time I saw him. I was sitting in the park, enjoying the afternoon sun as it faded into dusk, watching people run and play and live. They sometimes made me bitter for my lack of life, but not today. Today it pleased me to just see that there was life outside of me.

“Why the long face, darlin’?” I didn’t bother looking at him as he joined me.

“Just melancholy today,” I replied. I saw no reason to lie to him. He came and went as he pleased, never telling me his name, never asking to stay. And yet, he always came back, circling me, like a vulture over bones. And I always let him get close, because I was a moth, caught in the charming man’s flame.

“Want me to fix that for you?” He asked, his cadence implying something best done in private.

“Is that why you’re here?” I asked, raised eyebrow. He chuckled.

“It could be,” 

“You could have just about anyone in this park, hell there are three different people checking you out right now, and you want me to believe you want me?” I laughed. It wasn’t so much a problem of self-esteem as it was one of statistics. Pretty man with a charming grin? He was a conquest type. Take and take and take. He pointed a finger and someone showed up to suck it.

“You’re right,” He leaned back and put his arm across the back of the bench. His fingers trailed across my shoulder, making me shiver without warning. He clicked his tongue. “I could have anyone in this park, but I came here for you,” 

“You want me to believe that? You won’t even tell me your name,” I could feel his fingers drawing closer to my neck as he tried to tease me. I swallowed hard around the sense that he was telling the truth. I could feel the way he wanted this to go, low whispers, skin on skin, soft sheets. A growl. A moan. Fireworks. 

“You haven’t given me your name either,” He speaks as though he knows my name already.

“I’ll tell you mine, if you tell me yours,” I gave him a smirk, knowing I’d caught him.

“Take me back to your apartment, and let me tear you apart,” He said, sounding serious.

“Is that an offer or a threat?” But I had turned to face him, daring him to say more.

“Yes,” His grin twitched towards feral and I felt my center start to smolder.

The worst he could do was kill me.

~

And so we fell into a sort of dance together. I lived my life without him, and every so often, he’d drift in and leave again. He never asked me for more. I told him it was enough. 

“It’s been awhile,” I said to the blond man standing in my doorway with his hand behind his back.

“I’ve been away on…business,” He gave me his Cheshire grin. I didn’t ask what he meant by his pause. “I brought you these,” He pulled out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back and I couldn’t help but smile. I know he was here for sex and nothing more. He could find anywhere else to sleep, and my cooking wasn’t good enough to warrant his attentions. But it was nice, in a way, that he pretended there was more between us.

“Flowers? Surprisingly old fashioned of you,” I chided but he just smirked as he watched my smile grow. He knew I had a soft spot for flowers. 

“May I come in, darlin’?” He purred. I glanced up at him from over the flowers as I smelled them. They were almost strong enough to cover the scent of what he’d been up to.

I had known for a while what he did, I could taste it when he kissed me. Taste the screams, the fear, the utter joy he felt. And yet, somehow, I kept letting him come back here as he pleased. Afterall, the worst he could do was kill me too.

I stepped aside and let him in, closing and locking the door behind him. I walked past him to set the flowers on the counter, about to go looking for a vase.

“Did you want dinner first, or…” I was cut off by his mouth crashing into mine. Formalities were gone, now there was only skin, touch, and sin.

The flowers were knocked to the ground as he bent me over my kitchen island, tearing me apart as I begged him for more. Just one more. Just one more.

As always, I ended up naked, in bed, while I watched him redress. It was late, the stars all out and shining. I watched him fix his hair in my mirror.

“Do you ever think about staying?” I asked. He paused as though he’d forgotten I was there.

“Staying?”

“If you ever felt like it anyway, you’d be welcome to stay.” I shrugged as if it didn’t matter. He grinned at that.

“You not only invite Trouble into your home, but now you ask him to stay?” He joined me on the bed, his hand rubbing the outside of my exposed thigh. The blanket was draped between my legs and up my body, but only enough to preserve some pretend modesty and keep the chill from my skin.

“The worst you could do is kill me,” I said, meeting his glasses as though they were his eyes. I didn’t need to know what was behind them to know I really didn’t want to see. He chuckled at that.

“You are an interesting little bunny, aren’t you?” He leaned in to kiss me. It struck me as odd that he gave such tenderness when we were done with all the rest. It was not unwelcomed.

“I know you travel a lot, just wanted you to know there’s a familiar bed if you ever want to rest in it,” I told him. I knew he was weary but not why. We did not talk about our lives. I didn’t ask, he didn’t tell. And he didn’t ask of mine either.

“I’ve got somewhere to be tonight, but I’ll keep that in mind,” While he was still grinning, this smirk was a bit more serious. As though he’d been surprised by my offer, but pleased.

My heart ached at the thought he might stay.

~

I was at a club, it was someone’s birthday so I’d come out to party. One of the few times I drank alcohol and I was feeling light and airy and full of starlight. A stranger came to dance with me. I smiled and laughed as we danced. His hands were greedy, looking for edges to squeeze. I laughed and pushed him away. The air was heavy in his presence. He wanted from me and I did not want to give.

I tried to find my friends, but I could not seem to be free of the man long enough to locate them. The music was loud, lights all spinning. Hands kept touching me. He spoke into my ear, “Let’s take this outside,” 

His grip on my wrist was too strong to break. I let him pull me through the crowd, thinking the bouncers would be able to save me if I asked. But they were distracted as the man pulled me out into the cool night air.

“Let me go, I want to go back inside,” I told him.

“Why? It’s much quieter out here, and we can have some, privacy,” He grinned and it made my blood icy. He had no good intentions.

“I think the lady would like you to leave her alone,” A smooth voice said from behind me. I knew that voice, even if it was darker than I’d ever heard it before.

“No, mate, we’re fine here,” The man said. His grip on my wrist was tight enough to bruise.

“I think you should let me go before he comes over here,” I warned. I could smell the rage of the man in dark glasses. The man from the club laughed. 

“You think I can’t take some dandy wearing shades at night?” He didn’t get to enjoy his wit as he was suddenly shoved away from me. I rubbed my wrist as I looked up at the back of the blond man before me. Something hungry in me knew how this would end. Knew there would be blood.

It was almost too fast to see, but blood was indeed spilled. A knife, a scream, warm blood. Pure joy.

“Now then, I think you owe the lady an apology,” The man from the club was held up by his collar before me. He was missing an eye completely. I didn’t know what to do except stand there. I could taste his fear on my tongue, like honey and lightning.

“So…sorry,” The man slurred. I looked up to the dark glasses I knew too well. He was smiling as he took his knife and slit the man’s throat in front of me.

I should have ran, been scared, screamed. Anything. But I just watched the man from the club sink inside himself and collapse to the ground. 

“You ok, darlin’?” The voice I knew. I nodded.

“I want to go home,” I said.

“Alright,” He looked down at the man bleeding across the alley. “Let me finish up with him and I’ll take you home, ok?” I nodded.

He stepped forward and pulled a soft cloth from his pocket. He took my face easily in his hands and I was stiff, but did not pull away. He wiped at a spot of blood that must have found itself flung my way.

“There you go,” His smile was softer now. Understanding. He leaned in and kissed the spot that had been marred. “Go wait for me out front like a good girl, would ya?” 

“Ok,” I went to wait by the thrum of people headed into or out of the club. After some time, one of the bounces finally asked if they needed to call me a ride. I told them no, that I was waiting for someone. They left me be.

“You ready?” My heart jumped at his voice. Exactly the same as every other time he’d spoken to me. Happy, sharp, dangerously charming. Dangerous in more ways than one. He offered me his arm and I took it, surprised I felt comforted by his warmth.

He took me home.

“Are you staying?” I asked as he followed me inside. I went straight to my bathroom to take off my makeup and clothes. It seemed like too much to have on my skin after everything.

“If you ask me to stay,” He replied, following me.

“Please stay?” I hadn’t asked him for anything before. But I didn’t want to be alone tonight. He came closer and kissed my forehead.

“Of course, darlin’,” Somehow his smile always reached his glasses, even if they hid his eyes.

~

I woke, some weeks later, with arms wrapped around my middle. I didn’t need to look to know who it was, as there was only one person who could get into my house without a key.

“Did I wake you?” He asked, face nuzzled into the back of my neck. His lips pressed a soft kiss there that danced along my spine.

“I’m surprised you didn’t,” I replied, finding his hands in the dark. He let me touch them as though they were mine to touch. “Did you lock the door behind you?”

“Would you believe me if I told you the door was never unlocked?” 

“Perhaps,” I smiled softly. Another kiss and a sigh.

“I shouldn’t stay long,” He said. There was worry in his voice. Something had changed for him.

“No one can find you here,” I told him. He chuckled. 

“The one looking for me can find me anywhere, and since I know you dream of me, he’ll find me all the sooner,” 

“So you came to say goodbye?” I was surprised to feel how my heart ached.

“Only for now, only until I free myself of him,” Another kiss to soft skin. A promise made.

“Promise me you’ll be careful?” 

“I’ll try, darlin’, that’s all I can promise,” I nodded. He held me closer.

When he didn’t come back, I waited. I waited for weeks, for months. I waited until one night, I had a dream about a man in a long black coat.

“I don’t know how, but you were special to him,” The dark man said. Somehow I knew exactly who we were talking about.

“He was special to me,” I told him, unashamed.

“Do you know what he was?” 

“Was?” I felt my throat close. This one had taken him, but he was sorry for it.

“I am sorry to say, he was unmade,” 

“Why?” I asked.

“He no longer served the purpose I made him for,” 

“Are you God?” He didn’t look like a god, but that didn’t mean much.

“I am the King of Dreams,” He told me.

“And you made him?” I asked. Dream nodded. 

“He was my best nightmare, but he decided to disobey my commands, and wreak havoc on the waking world. He had to be stopped.” I nodded because I knew it was true.

“I know,” My voice was watery.

“He asked me something, before he was unmade,” Dream said. I looked up at him and there was sympathy in his voice. “At first, I thought it was an attempt at escaping his fate,”

“What did he ask?” I was scared to hear the answer, but I knew this was my only chance to know it.

“He asked me to tell you his name,” and my heart broke. So he was really gone. “Do you wish to know it?” I could only nod, knowing if I opened my mouth, a sob would follow.

“He was called The Corinthian.” Dream said. “And I believe he loved you in whatever way he was capable. Which is strange, because I did not make him in a way that fostered love,” 

“He never asked anything of me,” I told Dream. “I only hope he’s not suffering wherever you sent him,” 

“I unmade him, he feels no pain,” A kindness perhaps. Tears slid down my cheeks.

“Thank you for telling me,” I said. “At least now I know I do not need to wait for him,” 

“I am sorry that this is how it must be,” 

“I knew he was trouble from the day I met him,” I almost smiled remembering the smirk on his face at that bar so long ago.

“Go in peace,” Dream said. I nodded and the whole dream slid away.

I woke to my empty room, the curtains were drawn so there was no light coming in from outside. I wiped at my face with my hands, unsurprised to find it wet with tears shed with my eyes closed.

There were worse things he could do than kill me after all.

[Masterlist]

#the corinthian #the corinthian x reader #the sandman #the sandman netflix #imtherain #lack of pamcakes

[itsnamjoonssi]

Lines and scenes from my aot shitty convenience store au

“Excuse me, where can I find the witch hazel—“

“Erwin, get it away from me.” Levi said, moving away from the woman slightly, looking at her the same way a distrustful cat would eye a threat.

…

“Um. Excuse me, where can I find the witch hazel?”

Connie gave the customer a funny look before snorting.

“Uh, right over there by the cauldrons and the unicorn hair.”

…

“And please, for the love of god, SELL SOMETHING!“ Erwin boomed, his eyebrows thunderous and large.

…

“You’re not very smart are you?” The asshole questioned smugly, before turning to walk away. Eren was halfway over the counter with his hand gripping the customers hair before Mikasa could grab him.

…

“Does anyone want to tell me why The Thong Song is playing throughout my store?” Pixis demanded with a plastic smile donning his wrinkled face.

“Mr. Pixis knows The Thong Song?” You whispered to a stoic Mike.

“I bet it’s his go-to for karaoke.” He deadpanned.

“Compared to the soft-core Christian porn music that blasts through this shithole every other day, The Thong Song is a GD blessing.” Levi cut in, storming through with a mop and rag.

…

Levi pressed against you in the cleaning closet, his eyes softer than usual.

“Why didn’t you call for me? I would’ve handled it.” He murmured, his hand coming to rest on the door just above your shoulder.

“They were just being assholes, I was already stressed before they came in, this wasn’t them.” You sniffled, crossing your arms and tucking your chin into your chest.

“… Still.”

…

“No, a little higher Jean!” You called up, watching Jean and Marco hang up a new banner, replacing an older one that advertised a sale ending today.

“L-like this?” Marco asked, holding his side up to match Jean’s. You held a thumbs up before turning around and almost bumping into a short, stout man with his arms crossed.

“How do you think taking down that sign at this time of day will affect our sales?”

“Uh.”

“Because if I were a customer I wouldn’t—“

“Hold that thought.” You interrupted while holding up a hand, he paused, you lowered your hand before turning around and walking away. You heard a sputter behind you and rolled your eyes as the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the empty store.

…

“Why do you keep buying ding dongs, Y/n?”

“Ding dongs are the food of the gods.”

-

“All this stores income comes from your eating fucking ding dongs everyday, L/n.”

“Damn straight. This place would be in gone if it wasn’t for me.”

…

You watched in amusement as one after another your coworkers slipped and fell onto their asses, a startled yelp or curse falling from their lips. Or a full on scream from Jean, his kind-hearted love Marco trying to hold in a laugh but releasing it as he, too, fell victim to the wet floor. Eren cackled with a crazed look in his eye as Jean stumbled to his feet, holding Marco up as well.

You sat perched on the counter next to Hanji, stuffing a ding dong into your mouth.

“You’d think they’d learn their lesson.” You mumbled.

“Or maybe observe the fact that their coworkers fell in the exact same spot.” Mike chimed in from behind the two of you.

“Or maybe the fucking wet floor sign.” Levi sighed.

…

“He worries me.” You said with a nervous laugh as you stared in Eren’s direction. He seemed a little tense as he wiped down the counter.

“At least the brat is cleaning the counter for once.” Levi retorted, standing close enough to you that you felt his ribs against yours.

…

“I’ll call your manager!” The woman hissed. You laughed.

“No, I’ll call my manager. LEVI!”

…..

(Many of these things have happened to me while working at a retail store 💀 I have to cope somehow so I wrote a fic)

#reader #aot x y/n #levi x reader #snk armin #snk eren #snk mikasa #erwin smith #levi ackerman #mikasa ackerman #eren jaeger #crack #levi aot #snk #aot #jean kirstein #connie springer #mike zacharias #hange zoe

[gaybitchfx]

I absolutely loved "the big bro figure "!!!!

Seriously you did amazing

Can we get a part 2 please?

Where, when Chrissy died, Eddie ran to his big bro and either hid thre or with him in the boat house.

And after some of the original stuff happened the reader gets vecna'd (because everybody got some trauma) but they can save him because they're near his house and Eddie knows his favorite song, which obviously is some metal song

And maybe m!reader jokes about it, because yk he's the big bro

Note: I only chuckled because of an audio from TikTok where Eddie was telling Chrissy to wake up. But I’ll gladly do it!

THE BIG BRO FIGURE (pt.2)

Character(s): Eddie Munson

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: Fluff with a tad bit of angst (since you get Vecna’d)

Warning(s): none

Edited: ❌

It was past midnight and surprisingly you were awake high as ever. You were watching tv and relaxed till you heard loud banging on your door making you jump and look over at the door.

"Y/n?! You in there?!" You heard Eddie shout making you quickly get up and open the door. "What's goin on, Eddie? What happened?" You asked and allowed the male in, he clearly looked scared and out of it. Not knowing what to do you quickly went to get some water and came back and sat down next to him before handing him the water carefully.

"Everything alright? Cause you usually don't come yellin my name at 12:35 in the morning." You said and rubbed his back. "You don't gotta tell me if you aren't ready." Eddie took a few deep breaths after chugging the water down and placing the cup on the coffee table that sat in front of you two. He turned to face you and just clung onto your waist making you stiffen up quickly.

You looked at him and could feel him shaking so you did what any other person would do, hug him back and reassure him everything is okay. Once Eddie calmed down he released you of his grip.

"So, are you ready to tell me what's wrong and what happened?" You asked, your voice low and comforting. "So, there was this girl her name was Chrissy and she wanted to buy some stronger drugs-" "DRUGS?!! Now what on earth are you selling those for at your age?!" You shouted surprised he'd even do something like that.

"I'll talk to you about that later, please continue." You cleared your throat. "O-...Okay. So I went to go get them and when I came back to give them to her she wasn't responding and her eyes were rolled back to her head...and...and..." Eddie trailed off as he could see the scene replay in his head.

"Breath Eddie, you don't have'ta tell me everything all at once." You told him and rubbed his back in a circular motion. Eddie took in deep breaths before he continued to tell you what happened. "She started floating in the air and all her bones broke when there wasn't anyone there to lift her that high...I didn't know what to so I ran and now I'm wanted for a murder I didn't even do..." Eddie quickly said making your eyes widen out of both fear and shock. "Are you sure that's what happened?" You asked and held him by the shoulders making him look you in the eyes. Eddie nodded his head making you sigh and hug him close.

"Alright, I'll hide you here after all I am your big brother, and big brothers protect their little brothers." You said making him less tense and scared. "Thank you...Y/n." Eddie mumbled as he closed his eyes with a small sigh of relief. "No problem."

After Eddie and Y/n met Steve, Max, and Robin he helped them hide him and all that stuff, he even went into the upside down Hawkins with them and was just there for support and to mostly lighten the mood when everyone was too tense.

You went home eventually after that event, but before you could even close the door Vecna's lil hallucinations. A couple minutes later the group went over to your house since it was pretty safe and away from society. "Uhm, is that Y/n?" Dustin asked as he squinted his eyes to see better. "What the hell is he doing just standing there?" Robin questioned as the group walked closer and closer to you before realizing you weren't standing there on purpose.

"Fuck! How long as he been like this?!" Eddie shouted worry present in his face. "H-...He said he was going home like 5-10 minutes ago!" Steve said and everyone quickly went inside and gently sat Y/n down.

"Dustin, what's his favorite song?!" Max asked as she went through the shelves of cassette tapes you had of different songs from different bands. "I don't fuckin know! We aren't that close!" Dustin shouted. "I know his favorite song!" Eddie said making everyone stop what they were doing and watched as Eddie went to the second shelf and picked a song the had a lime green tape on it.

"Can I borrow this? I don't know where he puts his Walkman." Eddie asked Max who gave it to him without a second though. He switched out the cassette tape to the other one and pressed play before placing the headphones over your ears.

"What's the music supposed to do anyways?" Eddie asked as he stared at you hopping whatever was going on would work. "It's supposed to open a portal back to here, but with Vecna in the way it's almost impossible to escape." Max said and folded her arms. Everyone waited in silence. You let out a loud gasp and quickly looked around and saw the group in front of you. "He's back!!" Eddie shouted and gave you a big hug confusing you. "Oh thank fucking god." Dustin sighed and placed a hand where his heart was.

"I thought we were gonna lose you dude!" Steve cried out and ruffled your hair. "Holy shit! There was this guy who looked like a dried up raisin and he looked so fuckin gross!" You exclaimed with a laugh, not even an ounce of trauma present on your face. Eddie lightly chuckled and released you from the hug.

"I honestly think you're too high to be giggling old man." Max said and took her Walkman back. "Old man?! I'm only 23 thank you very much!" You shouted and placed a hand on your chest with your mouth open a little. "I'm just glad you're back and didn't end up like...Chrissy." Eddie said and sat down next to you.

"Mann, I ain't goin out like that. Not with my bones all cracked and turned in the most weirdest and most awkwardest way possible. Plus I got my lil bro to take care of don't I?" You said and ruffled his hair.

"Just know I'm not goin anywhere, not when you're still here walkin on this planet."

Note: Imagine how Y/n would react to Eddie's death 😗

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x male reader #eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #fiction #fluff #angst #male reader #stranger things #stranger things x male reader

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ITZY Reaction: Meeting Them For The First Time (Fluff)

Anonymous asked: can you maybe write some itzy x reader fluff? like first time meeting them? <3

Of course lovely anon! Thank you so much for sending in a request! I'm kind of awkward when it comes to first meet scenarios, but I hope that you enjoy this!

There’s also a continuation of this reaction where you have your first date with them!

Yeji:

You couldn’t believe it. One hour out in the city and you were already lost. You thought you had this vacation planned out so well. Yet here you were, stranded in a foreign country, alone, and extremely hungry. 

As you were fumbling around on your phone looking for directions, someone appeared next to you. You turned around to see the most beautiful girl you had ever seen. She was so pretty that you weren’t even sure she was real. 

“Excuse me, are you lost?” she asked, furrowing her brow slightly. 

“Uh, yeah!” you stammered, snapping out of your daze. “Are you a local?”

“I wish.” the pretty stranger giggled. “I’m actually visiting here with my friends, but I seem to have wandered off away from them. Perhaps we could find our way together? I’m Yeji by the way!” Her smile was so gorgeous, you thought it should belong in a museum. You were absolutely captivated by her. 

“I would love that!” you told her, “And I’m Y/N.” 

“It’s so nice to meet you Y/N. I hope it wasn’t too strange that I just came up to you like this. I just saw that cute little lost expression and you seemed so approachable!” she giggled, pushing a small strand of hair behind her ear. 

You giggled back feeling your cheeks heat up. She thought you looked cute?

“No I’m honestly so glad to have someone to talk to here! I came alone.”

“Really?” Yeji asked, widening her eyes. “I thought for sure you were here with a partner or something. You’re too pretty to be flying solo.”

She was so bluntly honest! It made you so embarrassingly shy, but you loved it. She somehow made it attractive. 

“How would you like to spend some time with my friends and I once we find them? We didn’t have many concrete plans for this trip, we just wanted a break from work.” she looked at you with such hopeful eyes, you couldn’t possibly say no to her even if you wanted to. 

“Of course! Before I got lost, I actually had a great day planned and I’d love to take you along!” you told her, unlocking your phone to show her the sights you wanted to see. “Shall we go find your friends now?”

She placed her hand over yours before saying, “How about we enjoy some time together first? Are you hungry? I’ll buy lunch.” 

Lia:

“Can you please take this next table?” your coworker pleaded, tugging on your  arm pathetically. “I really need to use the bathroom!”

You rolled your eyes before grabbing a stack of menus. “You’re lucky you’re my favorite.” you told him. 

“Thank youuuuu!” he sang, trailing off as he made a run for the bathrooms. 

“Welcome all, can I get you started with some drinks?” you began as you approached the five people at the table, eyes focused on your order sheet. 

“Can I get a strawberry shake?” the first girl asked. You looked to her to tell her you were all out, but when you met her eyes, you were frozen. She was so cute. Like, you couldn’t believe someone so pretty was eating at your minimum wage hole in the wall diner. The other four girls around her was also beautiful, but to you she was the true jewel of the group. 

“Of course!” you told her, instantly forgetting that your coworker told you not to sell any strawberry items under any circumstances. “For the rest of you?” 

“Just water, please.” they all said at different speeds, laughing at the first girl for wanting something so decadent. 

“Alright, I’ll be right back with those!” you chirped, flapping your book shut and rushing off to the kitchen. 

“Dude I need you to take four waters to table six for me!” you told your coworker who was now back from the bathroom. 

“Sure, why? Wait, why are you putting on your coat? We have tables!” he demanded. 

“Don’t worry I’ll be back in five minutes, this really beautiful woman wants a strawberry shake and there’s no way she's not getting one.” you told him, rushing out of the back door to the nearest grocery store. You bought those strawberries in record time and were back in the kitchen before anyone could even notice you left. 

You slapped the container of fruit in front of one of the cooks, taking a breath between each word. “One... strawberry... shake... please.” She laughed at you before cutting up the berries and mixing up a shake and handing it to you. You took it and made your way over to the dining room, checking yourself in the mirror as you did so. 

“I’m so sorry about the wait!” you told the beautiful woman, locking her eyes in a sweet gaze. 

“Excuse me, but did we see you running down the street a second ago?” the girl across the booth with short blonde hair asked you. “Are you okay?” 

Shit. You forgot that there was a big glass window along where they were sitting. She probably saw you sprinting across the intersection like a maniac, berries in hand. 

“Lia, you better be so thankful for those strawberries!” the tall one with long dark hair teased the pretty girl, tugging on her arm. 

You were mortified. That was until she suddenly put her hand on your arm in the most delicate way. 

“That was so kind of you. I’ve never seen someone so dedicated and it’s honestly really attractive. Can I have your number please?”

Your jaw dropped while the other girls started cheering and hollering at their friends’ boldness. You assumed she wasn’t normally so daring, and that perhaps her friends told her she didn’t have the guts to ask you. That meant that she liked you as well! 

At the end of the evening, Lia walked away with your number and you walked away with a hefty tip from all the other girls. You laughed to yourself at their bickering as they walked out of the restaurant. 

“I told you she could do it!”

“Oh shut up, Chaeryeong!” 

“Ryujin, you’re just mad she got the cute waiter/ waitress’ number instead of you. 

“You thought they were cute too Yuna!”

“Well it doesn’t matter who thought they were cute, I'm the one going out with them this weekend.” Lia beamed. 

Ryujin:

When you got a call back for what you thought was a small modeling gig, you never in a million years would have expected that it would be with one of the biggest girl groups’ main rappers. The connections this industry gave you were truly insane. 

You nervously tapped your foot in the makeup chair next to her, sneaking a few glances when you thought she wasn't looking. She definitely was, every single time. 

“Did they not tell you that I was the center of the shoot?” she asked you with a smirk once the makeup artists had walked away. 

“Hm?” you asked, surprised she was speaking to you. “Oh, no, they just said it would be a group of models wearing pieces from this fashion line. I didn’t mean to intrude on such a big shoot!”

She giggled, swiveling her chair around to face you. “You don’t have to be so nervous. I only agreed to this shoot because I wanted to meet you.”

You were speechless. Ryujin from ITZY wanted you to model in a shoot with her?

“Are you serious?” you stammered, probably looking like a deer in the headlights. “But, I’m not even-”

“I’ve seen you on social media before.” she continued, leaning forward in her chair towards you. “I’m kind of captivated by your visuals if I’m being honest. I couldn’t care less about this shoot, I just wanted to see you in person.” 

“Shin Ryujin...” you chuckled, baffled at the fan fiction-like scenario that played out in front of you. “You certainly have a way of leaving people at a loss for words. I get why they say ‘girl crush’ is your specialty.” 

She looked at you with dark eyes and a Cheshire Cat grin for a moment, taking you in. She then grabbed your hand, leading you to the studio. “Let’s show everyone what a power couple looks like, yeah?” 

Chaeryeong:

You peaked out into the hallway to see what the big commotion was. You were taking care of some house work when suddenly you heard a large bang followed by a string of curse words. 

You left your apartment to investigate, following the noise towards the stairwell when you saw a very cute girl stretched out on the landing, surrounded by her dropped groceries and clutching her ankle. 

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” you asked, rushing up to her. She looked up at you, and when your eyes met, you couldn’t move a muscle. You suddenly felt flustered and began blushing. You were soon brought back to reality when she responded. 

“No, I was carrying up my groceries when all of a sudden I tripped up the stairs and hurt my ankle! I think it might be sprained...” she told you, looking at the mess around her. 

“Oh I’m so sorry, can I help you up to your apartment?” you asked. 

She stopped rubbing her ankle for a moment, looking at you in awe. “You would do that?” 

You nodded, confused. “You need help, what am I supposed to do? Just leave you here?” 

She giggled, “Not many people would do that for a stranger in this city. You don’t have to though, I could call a friend. I live all the way up on the fifth floor.”

“What a coincidence, I live on the fifth floor too!” you told her, trying to reassure her that she wasn’t an inconvenience. “I would be happy to help. I was just doing some housework anyway, it wouldn’t be an imposition.” 

“Alright then, how should we do this? Bridal style is a bit awkward, so how about a piggy back ride?” she asked, and you obliged by kneeling in front of her. She hopped on before telling you, “My name is Chaeryeong by the way. I’m in room 506.” “I’m Y/N, and I’m in 508.” you told her, “It’s funny that we haven’t ran into each other before.”

“Oh, well I just moved in the other day. My old apartment had an elevator, so I guess I’m not used to the stairs!” she looked behind her and then remembered the mess that was left on the landing. “Oh, my groceries!” 

“Huh? Oh don’t worry, I’ll go get them once I get you back to your place.” 

She looked at your side profile dumbfounded. “You say that like its nothing! Are you just naturally kind or are you trying to kidnap me?” 

You laughed at her before entering the apartment hallway. “No, it’s just the right thing to do when someone needs help. Can you hand me your key?”

Once you were in the apartment, you set her down on the couch and went to go retrieve her groceries. When you got back, you set them all on her kitchen counter and walked back over to her. “Is there anything else you need help with?”

“Oh no, you’ve done more than enough!” she responded, shaking her head. “I really appreciate it.”

“No problem! Well, I guess I should get back to my housework!” you said, turning around to leave. 

“Hey wait!” she stopped you, holding our her hand. “I’d love to thank you once my ankle gets better! Would you like to get dinner this weekend?”

You turned around and gave her a wide smile. “I would love to. You know where to find me, neighbor.” 

Yuna: 

You sighed as you parked your delivery car, reaching over to grab the pizza boxes from the passenger seat before making your way up the apartment complex. Another damn place with no elevator. And of course, this customer had to live up on the top floor. You cursed the day you ever accepted a job as a pizza deliverer.

After catching your breath for a moment, you made your way over to the correct apartment and knocked on the door. What you weren’t expecting was the incredibly gorgeous woman who opened the door to smile at you so enthusiastically.

“Oh yay, my pizza’s here! Thank you so much!” she beamed, putting her hands over her heart.

You were suddenly self conscious of the ridiculous uniform you were wearing. Had you known your last customer of the day would be so good looking, you would have put more effort into your appearance. Well, it wasn’t like she was interested in you anyways, you thought to yourself.

“Here’s your tip!” she chirped, handing you a ten dollar bill.

“Oh thank you miss, but this is a lot of money for just one pizza!” you argued, trying to hand it back to her.

“No please take it!” she insisted, shoving it back towards you. “It’s been a while since a pizza was delivered to me so quickly, and by such a cute delivery person.”

You froze. This girl, who’s beauty you thought belonged immortalized in a piece of art, thought you were cute. You silently wondered if she liked you or the pizza more, but it didn’t matter.

“I’ll be ordering from here a lot more now.” she continued, “Make sure you keep delivering.”

You were speechless as she shut the door. Perhaps this job wasn’t so shitty after all.

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[all-the-things-2020]

Deeds Not Less Valiant - Chapter Sixteen

Summary: Our story ends and Din, Tala, Grogu and Neeli return to Mandalore.

Word Count: 2200+

Rating: R (brief sexual encounter at the end)

Notes: It took them a while, but Din and Tala have finally arrived at their happy ending.

Grogu was unsurprised when he saw Din without his helmet the next morning. Tala had been prepared for questions, but he merely shrugged.

:Bo said you would probably be my Mom one of these days. And then Dad could take his helmet off more.:

He picked up his spoon but paused before diving into his porridge. :She said if I let you have alone time for grown up stuff I might get a sibling.: 

“What did he say?” Din asked. “You look funny.”

Tala took a moment to compose herself before she answered. “He said Bo-Katan told him I would probably be his Mom soon, so he’s not surprised to see you with your helmet off.”

”And?” Din lifted an eyebrow. “I don’t think that would cause you to make that face.”

”Let’s just say the esteemed Mand’alor is getting a bit ahead of herself.”

”Vod.” Grogu said around a mouthful of porridge.

Now it was Din’s turn to look askance. “What? Did he say vod?”

”I think so. What does that mean?”

”Sibling. Brother. Sister.” Din ran a hand over his face. “I mean, we didn’t exactly go that far last night, did we?”

Tala bit back a smile. “Not quite. But Bo-Katan did tell Grogu that if he let us have alone time he might get a sibling.”  

Din sighed. “Okay, good. I … it’s not that I don’t want … but it’s a little too soon.”

”I agree,” Tala said. “But maybe we shouldn’t be discussing this at the breakfast table.”

:Grown up stuff.: Grogu shook his head. “Ick.”

”Agreed,” Tala said. “But is there anything we should do now? Do we need to register with the High Magistrate or inform the Mand’alor or anything?”

”We will tell Greef and then go to Mandalore to record the marriage,” Din said. “We need to add your name to the clan roster. And maybe have a little talk with Bo-Katan about what is appropriate to discuss with younglings.”

“Yah,” said Grogu. “Po-pret.”

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Greef was overjoyed at the news. “Congratulations, Mando! This is just what the town needs right now. Something to celebrate!”

”Can we wait until we return from Mandalore?” Din asked. If he knew Greef as well as he thought he did, the High Magistrate was already planning a party, a medal of some sort that he could present, and a deal to sell the story to a holovid company as a way to make Nevarro famous throughout the quadrant. 

“Of course, of course,” Greef said. “I’ll have everything taken care of by the time you get back. You’re a hero, Mando, and now you get your happy ending. You and Tala and Grogu just need to show up and enjoy yourselves.”

Bo-Katan was less exuberant but still quite pleased. “I knew it would happen soon, just not this soon,” she said over the holo-comm. “Not sure who was closest in the betting pool, but …”

”Wait, you’ve been betting on us?”

She smirked. “Just me and the Armorer and Axe and a few others. Nothing major, just a couple of ingots of beskar.”

”You — you wagered beskar on my personal life?”

”We like you, Djarin,” she said, shaking her head. “You spent too much time with that cult. Not everything has to be serious all the time. We can have fun with each other.”

Din shook his head. “But the Armorer … was she really in on this?”

”She’s quite pleasant once she’s had a few pints of ne’tra gal in her.”

Din had no response to that and ended the comm.

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The flight to Mandalore was uneventful. Din had left R5 and the starfighter on Nevarro, and the hold was full of trade goods that the High Magistrate had rounded up from various merchants in town. Restoring the damaged buildings would be expensive.

”I don’t know how well these will sell on Mandalore,” Tala said, holding up one of the delicate lace undergarments that had been consigned by one of the clothiers.

”You don’t know what everyone wears underneath their beskar,” Din said with a wink. 

It was still unnerving to see his face. On board the Krayt, there was no need for him to wear his helmet and it had spent the journey on a shelf above Din’s bunk. None of the bunks was big enough for more than one person, and there was no privacy, anyway, so they had stuck to their previously chosen bunks. Neeli had graciously divided her time evenly amongst all three of them, ending the night by sleeping on Din’s pillow with her tail draped across his face.

As they approached Mandalore, Din readied his helmet and Tala buckled Neeli into her harness. “It’s just in case you get spooked,” Tala told the tooka. “I don’t want to have to try to find you in a strange place. When we get to our room, you can take it off.”

”Does she understand you?” Din asked, his voice now muffled and distorted by the vo-coder.

”More or less,” Tala said. “I think Grogu can communicate more directly with her but I can’t reach her mind. She does know several words and commands. It’s just that she only responds if she feels like it.”

Din reached over and rubbed Neeli’s head. “She likes this,” he said as she began to purr.

”She likes you,” Tala replied. “You’re her daddy now.” She’d threatened to buy him a shirt she’d seen in the market that said “Galaxy’s #1 Tooka Dad” but he’d shot that idea down quickly.

”She is not our child,” he said. “She is our pet.”

”Tell that to Grogu.”

Grogu has started calling Neeli his sister, christening her “Vod-Nee,” a combination of the Mandalorian word for sibling and her name.

“Grogu understands,” Din said. Tala raised an eyebrow at him. “Most of the time,” he said.

They landed and stepped off the ramp to be met by Bo-Katan Kryze and the Armorer, along with a few other curious folks. “There are several disappointed women on Mandalore,” Bo-Katan said as she greeted them. “I didn’t realize you were considered such a good catch, Djarin.”

”To be the foremother of a new clan is a high honor,” the Armorer said. “They just wanted bragging rights. I am glad you chose wisely, Din Djarin.” She turned to Tala. “Welcome home, Tala Pavan of House Djarin. And welcome to you, Neeli. The tooka is a fearsome beast, as courageous as any Mandalorian, despite its small size.” She pulled a small badge from her pouch, a mudhorn head worked in beskar. She attached it to Neeli’s harness. “Now everyone will see that you belong to Clan Mudhorn, little one.”

Tala was overcome. She’d never expected Neeli to be acknowledged as part of the clan by anyone outside their little family. “Thank you,” she said. “She will wear it proudly.”

”I have something a bit more impressive for you,” the Armorer said, “but it must wait for the ceremony this evening.” She bowed her head graciously. “For now I will let Lady Bo-Katan show you to your rooms so you can get settled.”

”You get the bridal suite,” Bo-Katan said with a little smirk. “It’s a little bit bigger than the other quarters, and we’ve been offering it to newly wed couples for their first week of married life. A lot of people are still in barracks so they appreciate the privacy. And speaking of privacy, I’d be more than willing to watch the kid for a couple of nights if you want to get started on that sibling I promised him.”

Din stiffened and Tala felt the blood rush to her face. “Um, that would be nice,” she managed to say. Bo-Katan was enjoying this, if the twinkle in her eyes was any indication. 

“Then it’s all set. Grogu and I will have a sleepover!” Bo-Katan picked up Grogu, who giggled.

:Silly Bo! We will eat pog soup while Mom and Dad do grown up stuff. Soup is better than kissing:

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The marriage recording ceremony took place on the steps that led down to the Living Waters of Mandalore. Din knew that a Mythosaur lurked beneath the surface, but he still found it hard to fully believe it was real. Tala had reassured him that Grogu had connected with the beast, and Bo-Katan swore that she’d seen it with her own eyes, so it must be true, but it was still hard to wrap his mind around the fact that the symbol of the Mandalorian people lived and breathed just a few meters away.

The ceremony itself was brief. The Armorer inscribed their names onto a beskar plate that recorded all the marriages that had taken place since the retaking of Mandalore. Then she presented Tala with a mudhorn pendant wrought in beskar and accented with silver and gold, hanging from a platinum chain. “You have not sworn the Creed, but you are a member of a Mandalorian clan, therefore you have earned the right to wear beskar. May this small token always remind you of your duty to your family and your clan.”

Din’s heart swelled with joy as Tala bent forward for the Armorer to place the necklace around her throat. It was not ostentatious but it was a very visible reminder that Tala was a member of the Mudhorn Clan. 

“And you, Din Djarin, as you take the first steps to founding a clan and house that will live in the memories of all Mandalorians, have earned this.” The Armorer held out a brand new amban rifle. Din’s eyes teared up and his throat swelled as he reached for the weapon. He’d lost his old one when the Razor Crest had been destroyed. It had served him well, and could never truly be replaced, but his new rifle was a beautiful thing.

”I am honored,” Din said, bowing deeply. “I will use it to protect my clan and Mandalore.”

”This is the Way,” the Armorer intoned.

”This is the Way,” everyone in attendance echoed.

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They were alone. Grogu had happily gone with Bo-Katan, prattling on about “Paw soo” and now Din was alone in their borrowed quarters with Tala. With his riddur. 

He had faced down many enemies in his life, often against overwhelming odds with little chance of survival, but never had he felt so nervous, so afraid. This was uncharted territory and he had no idea how to proceed. There was no training for this.

”Relax,” Tala said, laying a hand on his arm. “We have the whole night ahead of us. And before you say anything, I will not be disappointed by anything you do tonight. The first time is always awkward, whether both parties are experienced or not.”

Din nodded and smiled but inside he was panicking. Should he kiss her now or should he wait until they had disrobed? The thought of seeing Tala completely naked made his heart race. He’d felt her body through her clothing before, but the idea of flesh against flesh, with nothing between them, overwhelmed him.

She stepped closer and pulled his head down for a kiss. He relaxed slightly. He knew how to do this. They’d had much practice in the few days since they’d spoken the Riddurok. 

Soon, she was helping him remove his shirt, and then he helped remove hers. Bit by bit, their clothing ended up on the floor until they were side by side on the bed, as bare as the day they had arrived in the world. 

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered as he took in the sight of her body. 

“So are you,” she replied, gently tracing her fingertips over the many scars that were scattered over his skin. “And you’re all mine.”

She kissed him again and this time it was different. More urgent. Din felt his body respond to her and before he knew it, she was opening her legs and guiding him toward her. Suddenly, he was inside of her and instinct took over. He knew what to do and he did it with an enthusiasm he’d never felt except on the training or battle field.  Their bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, and Din knew the meaning of home.

He finished quickly, which Tala assured him was perfectly normal for his first time. Then she showed him how to help her achieve the same bliss he’d just experienced. He learned that fingers that knew how to pull a trigger could also be used for more delicate work.

When it was over, and they lay tangled together, bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat, Tala kissed him gently. “And that, my love, is how it’s done,” she said. ”You did very well. I think you’re a natural.”

”It’s different from fighting,” Din said. “But even more enjoyable.”

Tala laughed. “What an incredibly Mandalorian thing to say!”

”You’d better get used to it,” he told her. “You’re an honorary Mandalorian now. And you know how much we Mandalorians love to fight. Just imagine how much I’m going to enjoy this new activity.”

She smiled and brushed a strand of hair off his forehead. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Then she kissed him again. “Ready for round two?”

“We get to do it again?”

”All night if you’re up to it.”

”This is the Way.”

#star wars #the mandalorian #pedro pascal character fanfiction #grogu #din djarin #din djarin x original female character #tooka cat #deeds not less valiant

[heymeowmao]

2023.06.06 - https://weibo.com/l/wblive/p/show/1022:2321324909692089401460

加油啊!

bgm: Chong Zi OST - Heaven Light (天光)

LYN: Hallo everybody, good evening. I am Modern Brothers Liu Yuning! Welcome!! Long time no see. I feel like I haven’t streamed in a long time, at least. And... why is the sound so loud? /adjusts/. It’s been a while since I streamed last and I saw that a few of you were going out of your minds. You resorted to taunting me to get me to get me to come. Can we spread a little more kindness in this world? Please? It’s only been a few days and you’ve already started to taunt me. It’s not necessary, alright? LYN: When I’m in a good condition, I will come to stream on my own when I think the time is right. I hope you don’t push me next time. When you start pushing, I start second-guessing myself and think that maybe I SHOULD be streaming. But if my condition isn’t great- for example if I did some recording that day or took care of some different business- then I won’t be able to stream the way I want. I’d be forcing myself to stream. It’s not necessary. Let’s leave it up to me, alright? If I’m in a good condition and I want to stream and chat and relax, I’ll come. But otherwise... let me rest! 

LYN: The stream lagging a little is normal, because I’ve upgraded my equipment. If I upgrade my camera, I have to upgrade my computer, too. After that, you might think the sound card isn’t doing a good enough job- a lot of you always complain that the sound is too low. I don’t know why you can’t wear some headphones... but you always complain that the sound is low. After upgrades, the computer can’t keep up. See? It seems like I have to change my computer AGAIN. I’ve only had it for two years- it cost a lot- and now I have to buy a new one. Technology is too advanced for my computer to keep up. C: Sell it. LYN: I won’t be selling it. It’s just because that for this stream I’ve returned home to Beijing. i don’t have a desktop computer here, so I’m using the laptop. The signal on it is probably lacking, so it lags every once in a while. It’s enough for you to watch, though. Thanks, everyone (for your understanding). Our main focus is on “company”. Even if you are just photos (profile pics) we’re keeping each other company, alright? 

bgm: LBFD/CLJ OST - Searching for You (寻一个你)

LYN: Why am I wearing this today? Because the NCEE is fast-approaching. In order to fit the theme, I’ve worn some clothes that make me look younger. Let me pretend to be young, to be a student. Is it alright? Our theme here is “young.” LYN: As long as you’re satisfied with this look, all’s well.  LYN: The other thing is I haven’t lived in this Beijing house for a long time, since I am always away in Hengdian. I don’t really have any clothes to wear, here. I tried looking, I did, and I couldn’t find anything to wear. People always say that a woman’s closet is always lacking something. I get the feeling I’m lacking ten outfits- to use for streaming. I always feel like I don’t have anything to wear when I want to stream. Let me tell you- I do put thought into what I wear. You might think that I choose my streaming outfit at random, but I actually put a lot of effort into it. 

C: Ning-ge, I thought you had 3,000 outfits. LYN: When I first debuted- in the first two years- I might have had 3,000 outfits but now, three years later, how many clothes do you think I have? Think about it. There’s a room in this house that looks like a storage room and it’s full of clothes. I can’t even wear some of them because I bought them so long ago that the color has gone off from age.  C: Raffle them. LYN: We could... we could pick a concert stop- if I’m having a concert next year- and let’s say it’s a 10,000 person venue... Wait- I don’t have 10,000 pieces of clothing... Let’s do this instead. I’ll take 1,000 pieces of clothing for each stop and gift it to the audience. The concert benefit is being gifted clothes second-hand. 

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C: How’s the album coming along? LYN: I really am working on album stuff right now. But if it were such an easy thing to do, it wouldn’t have taken me three years to release one. Think about the singers nowadays- there are as many as they come. It’s really difficult to continuously release albums, unless they are songwriters themselves. They could write their own works and put as much into that as they wanted; but even so, there are times when you have no inspiration. For me, as someone who does not have the ability to write songs... I just have to wait for something that works. Sometimes even when you find one, someone else gets to it first. It’s up to luck and timing. This time around I have taken my time to pick the songs and I’ve gotten some that I really like.  LYN: Let me tell you about my plans. I want to release this album before the end of the year. I previously released a song called “Fall in Love”- you know it, right? My fans have probably heard it before, but there are many of you who are just passing by and have entered the wrong shop- or have been dragged in by someone handing out cards- let me play my song “Fall in Love” for you. -- Fall in Love LYN: I went crazy all of a sudden. 

LYN: This was going to be the title song for my album... but it’s been two years since the track was released. Well- one and a half years. I sang it for the first time at the Jiangsu New Year’s Event... and then... about two years have passed and the album was never released. If I release it later in the year, it WILL be three years. So my plan for this year is to get my album out before December. It’ll be around 10 songs. This song (Fall in Love)- we can do without. I mean- not count it as part of the album. It’ll just be a single. LYN: As for my album, I’ll remake it. I had collected a few for the album from before, and have recorded two of them. But now... immodestly speaking, my singing has improved in the last two years. Listening to those songs now I think, “What the heck is this singing? WTF is this?? You think you can release an album like this, you must be crazy!” So the other day I re-recorded one of the songs. LYN: To singers “progress” is relative to a lot of different aspects. The first is the progression of age. The second is the advancement of music. The third probably has to do with the fact that I am acting now. After acting, I feel like I can better express emotions. I can let them show more or.. how should I say it? (Express them more subtly.) I have a deeper feeling/understanding of them now. LYN: Penny-jie gave me a song. Not counting Fall in Love, I should have... four now. But I should be able to confirm another one or two in the next couple of days. They’ve given me demos and I’ve given gone through them briefly and I think they’re very nice but I’ll have to get a better listen. I now have four complete songs and will get another three or four in the next days. I’ll have seven. Then I can just find three more and we can release the at the end of the year. :) My plan is to release the album before the end of the year- 10 songs- and then open up my concerts mid 2024. That’s just an estimate, because I have to film in the first half. Probably May or June. But before the concert I want to release an EP of about 5 songs.

C: Will you release an MV? LYN: I am working on an MV, yes. I’m planing on finding a few of my good friends- I can now make a PROPER MV. The MVs I shot before were all: I’m looking for something. I walk to the ocean and I search. I climb a ladder. I run. I look up at the sky and sit by my bedside, depressed. I’m emo. More conceptual. Now I don’t want to make MVs like that. I want something with a plot. So the songs I am finding now are all- /cuts himself off/. In any case, I’m going to find some of my good friends to help me shoot it. Of course, I will not be paying them. LYN: I already asked them- “If I release an album next year, will you help me shoot the mv?” They asked me if I would pay extra, and I replied that if they continued that thought I would block them. XD  LYN: My MV would need a group of them- I'll find 10 artists to act in the MV for me. Something that requires 2,000 extras. We’ll do a “human wave attack” (人海战术; offensive infantry tactic in which an attacker conducts an unprotected frontal assault with densely concentrated infantry formations -wiki).

LYN: So, for those of you asking about how my album is going, I really am working on getting it released this year, I swear. I have time in Beijing now to work on it properly and wrap up with logistics and with the music. After all that is finished I will re-focus on my acting. We’ll see.

C: I want to be an extra. LYN: Er... for extras the fee is 200RMB, sent to me. 1200RMB to me and I will include two meals. I won’t pick you up, but will send you back- to the closest bus stop. C: Ning-ge, I’ll invest 300k for your MV. LYN: Are you really investing or has chasing starts made you silly? If investing, let’s say my mv makes any revenue- you’d like a cut of the profits? But if you want to shoot a nice MV, it requires quite a bit of money. I don’t think 300k will be enough. I’m thinking of shooting two to three. C: I’ll invest 1M. LYN: I will find a staff member to contact you immediately. You can’t run, I’ve remembered your ID. I’ll find a staff to contact you and we can exchange the deposit in private. For a 1M project, you only need to give me a deposit of 200k first. C: Ning-ge, I’ll invest my charms. LYN: So what you’re trying to say that you’re too good-looking, so you want to be a part of my video and... that will be favorable for me? We’d be taking advantage of you because you’re too pretty, too beautiful?

C: Ning-ge, how about I give you 10RMB. LYN: Has the progression of my career reached a point where I need to do crowdfunding? I can’t survive on my own anymore, and if I want to do something my fans have to drum up the money? It’s not necessary. I know I’m not doing very well but I’m not that pitiful. Also, I just want to say- let me think of how I can phrase this nicely, to filter it-   LYN: ~ I think that music has always been a dream of mine. I can give everything I have to my music. You tell me you want to crowdfund in order to let me release my songs, but I think there’s no need for that. The music I release is for you to listen to, to enjoy, and to experience. If you feel anything when listening to my songs then that already is my greatest honor. That’s why, I don’t want you to give me any money. I will figure out the funding on my own. I appreciate your good intentions. You are all kind people. You all have dreams. You are good samaritans. ~ LYN: ~ I’m sure that everyone who has a dream in music who sees such a group of people who want to support their passion for music, will be moved. Thank you all. ~

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- /gives his support to students taking the NCEE/

C: Ning-ge, your voice is like this and you’re still streaming? LYN: ~ Honestly friends, I have to tell you, my voice is really uncomfortable today. Because for a long time I was in the South- in Hengdian- which is more humid. I’ve suddenly returned to Beijing and I haven’t quite adjusted. I have a really dry throat. I am withstanding searing pain to stream for everyone today. But I don’t want to make this a big deal. I don’t want to say that I am sick. I just want to say- that you are all very important to me. I’m willing to do this for you- ~ - /breaks character because he couldn’t stand himself/ LYN: Beijing is dry, alright? My throat is uncomfortable. I’ve been living in the South all this while- me, who originates from the North, has been living in the South. Hendgian is in Zhejiang, right? That’s south. It’s humid. So being back here now (in the North), my throat has been uncomfortable. It’s really dry. Especially Beijing, which is particularly dry. Liaoning, Dandong- where my house is- is okay, because there I am close the the river/ocean. The air isn’t as dry for a place in the Northeast. Beijing is really dry, though. I have to put on so many face masks every day. LYN: Wait for me a sec, I’ll go grab some water.

C: The chair looks nice. LYN: Are you making fun of me? This house in Beijing is rented so this furniture was all here when I got the house. I don’t have such high tastes. This is the landlord’s stuff, not mine. - C: Drink less soft drinks. LYN: This isn’t a soft drink, it’s just carbonated water. It’s carbonated, but there’s no sugar or anything in it.  - C: It’s a princess chair. LYN: /laughs/ Yes, it is. There are six of them. They were around the dinner table but I grabbed one over to sit on while I stream. I’m not in Beijing very often, anyway.

C: What special effect is this today? LYN: You can tell that this video has special effects?? This is the “aurora” effect. Why am I using it, do you know? Well- you all know what an “aurora” is, right? A very mystical phenomenon. LYN: ~ I am using this aurora effect today because I believe that not many people in this world have seen an actual aurora. Or a real rainbow. But I hope that each one of you who are in my stream can see this wonderful aurora special effect. So you can feel like you are in a faraway place- somewhere you can see the lights. ~ - bgm: Young Captain队长 & ODD Chen Sijian - 超感 (Super Sense) - LYN: But remember to tell me where I can see a rainbow. I saw one the other day- with my eyes, it was very clear. But I tried to take a picture of it on my phone and I found out- you can’t really see it.  C: Your skills aren’t good enough. / LYN: Oh. C: Change your phone. / LYN: Right, okay.

C: Have you done your physical yet? LYN: Not yet. I want to get everything arranged first and acclimate before I do it. Lately I’ve been preparing to start working out again. I want to give myself half a year’s time to start a regular eating schedule. I’ll mind what I eat- like not anything fried or sweet- and try to stick to an exercise schedule. I want to know, after this half year, what the results will be.  LYN: I really have properly started working out now. I’m not kidding anymore. My abs... I’m at... 10%. If having full-on abs is 100%, then I have at least 20% now. That is- you can see something if you squint. Let me train for a bit first. If there are results by the end of the year I’ll post up a picture. I see a lot of male artists wearing suits, right? But they don’t wear a shirt- it’s just the suit jacket- and a low middle button. I see a lot of male artists like that and I’m super jealous. They have such nice physique that allows them to wear the clothes in that way, to show a little skin. Either that or it’s a dress shirt, but the buttons are undone until the last few. The name of the game there is “Temptation/Seduction”. I can’t do that, though. If I open it up I look like a boiled chicken. LYN: I just want to have a nicer physique. I won’t make any promises from now on. I won’t bring it up again. We’ll just.. wait and see.

LYN: I was worried that I would come onto the stream today and my face would look fat. Lately I’ve been eating less but if I want to work out I have to eat more- three meals is modest. I’ve been forcing myself to eat, so I feel like I’ve gained weight. I thought it would show on the camera but it’s alright. The beauty filters are strong, after all. LYN: I had a huge bowl of rice and vegetables just earlier. But those are all regular foods. It’s alright I didn’t gain weight. // I have a performance in a couple of days, I told you about it before- some college, right?

C: Ning-ge, your hair color is makes you seem young. LYN: I don’t like the words “seem young”. I used to sell clothes, so I know all the right words to say when you’re trying to make a sale. If you say I “seem young” then that means that you don’t see me as ACTUALLY young. You don’t see me as young at all, but the words “seem young” should be allocated to 45+ year old men and women. You can use “seem young” to describe them. Okay?? You’ve just admitted that in your mind I am already... an old man.

C: Feels “youthful”! LYN: Friends, you don’t need to make forced compliments. I have a very clear image of myself and “youthful” doesn’t fit it. I told you before, that I had a script come to me and they wanted to act as a high school student for a portion of it, didn’t I? There was a plot where the two people met in high school and went to college together but later separated to start working. The majority of the plot is focused on when they are adults, but I couldn’t get past them wanting me to act as a high school student for a portion of it. Because of this, I gave up on this drama.  LYN: I can act as maybe a college student if you lay down the foundation extra thick to cover up the wrinkles. Maybe get some Thermage treatment in, and I could pass. But if you want me to act as a middle or high school student, I really can’t do it. I am 1.9m tall- when I’m not wearing shoes I’m 1.89m, but if I wear shoes I’m taller than 1.9m. It’d be okay if I were shorter but have you ever seen that tall of a high school student?? They’re already done growing! So me acting as a high school student would be a little unfitting. 

C: Kids nowadays are all tall. LYN: /laughs/ You’re right, but I still can’t do it! They might be tall but they still have young faces. My face has obviously seen time. I just can’t do it. A kid can play someone older, but someone older can’t play a kid. My face already has time on it. If you wanted me to act as someone around 30 years old or so, that wouldn’t be a problem. But early 20′s is difficult for me!

C: Ning-ge, you’re very young. Ning-ge, you can do it. LYN: I realized there’s something about this industry... let me tell you how I feel about it. People who do well in this industry- I’ve been to events, I can see who’s doing well or not- you’ll discover something. That is, no matter what they do the people around them will endlessly praise them. Really. I’m talking about people who are doing well for themselves. Their staff, the staff you meet at events- let’s say we’re at some recording for a show or an event- any staff around will give them endless praise. For example, an artist goes, “Huh? What is this, a phone? I’ve never seen one like this before. It’s called an iPhone?” The staff around them have already reached a point where they reply, “You’re so smart! Amazing! /claps/. You’ve never seen this thing before, but you knew it was a phone. You’re so great. You have a natural talent for identifying phones.” I was at the side, watching like:

LYN: But most of the time the artist will gladly accept the praise. “Oh, I just have a knack for this. :) I have an interest in mobile phones- oh, I see this is an iPhone! I’ve never seen one before, but I already know. I’m just talented. I have an interest in electronics.” !! It’s like humoring a child! And these artists aren’t young. LYN: You know- once you reach a certain point you’ll find out that the words of the people around you are 99% praise. The people close to you, as well as the people you meet. After I saw that happening I thought, “Oh~ So (that’s how it is)...” They’re probably already used to it and it doesn’t affect them at all but to me... I don’t feel a thing.  LYN: Just like when you tell me that I’m young and that I can play a middle schooler. I’ll listen to what you’re saying, but leave it at that. I might even have the passing thought that maybe you are trying to provoke me. After seeing all that, I have my own judgement on what people say to me in the future. I don’t believe that all you should hear is praise. There needs to be all sorts of comments in order to level you. Only then can you mature. Only then will you know where your limits are. LYN: That’s why when you praise and support me- of course, I like to hear it. But I don’t think there’s a need to take it seriously. There’s really no need. C: I was being honest. LYN: Even if you were, I still won’t take it seriously. I need to have self-awareness to maintain my balance. 

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- /saw a passing comment and makes note to answer it later, but clarifies he couldn’t really see the whole thing because the comment was too long. If they are short comments, usually he sees all of them scrolling by./ LYN: I can’t answer all of them, so please be generous. Don’t think that just because I am not replying to you, you shouldn’t comment at all. Our theme here is “company”.

C: Are there kiss scenes in ZY? LYN: What’s it to you?!? You must be crazy. XD LYN: There are no kiss scenes in ZY, only bath scenes. Of course by that I mean- a normal bath. For example, I’ll go to bathe and my bros will scrub my back for me. Scenes like that. They'll perform some gua sha and  ba guan for me. Because we’ll all get together to wash up after we go out to battle. We’re starting a “community bathing” culture. C: Such a big scale? LYN: We’re still wearing pants. If we want it to air, we’ll still be wearing pants. They’ll only show the top half. Just a bunch of guys helping to scrub each other’s backs.

C: Your ears are turning red. LYN: Why would they be??? What did I say today that would make my ears red?? You really think I’m only 18 years old?! Have you forgotten what I was trending for a while ago?? (Married) Oh-sorry. I’m... I’m not a young kid. Why I turn red from talking about washing up and scrubbing backs?? C: Now it IS red. LYN: Yeah, I misspoke earlier. My mind was running slow and my mouth too fast. I apologize. C: Drink some water to settle your mind.

C: When will YNGS air? LYN: I don’t know! :D Let me tell you friends, a lot of actors are also dumbfounded. I know you like to ask us actors when our dramas will air, but we’re in the dark and really don’t know. I’m guessing if you try to ask the production company, they wouldn’t either! Sometimes you’ll hear that a drama is airing tonight and then the next morning you find it didn’t. This is normal, so if you ask me when a drama is airing, I really don’t know. LYN: It’s been two years since I finished filming a couple of my dramas and even now I am getting notices to do voice acting or supplement for voice acting. It seems like everything is going according to plan and the OSTs are all recorded, but then... it’s just indefinitely about to air. So what time a drama airs is really hard to say. I can only tell you that I can’t tell you.

C: Do you have a variety? LYN: I do, we’ve been in talks. But I- I- Once I start in a drama crew I don’t have the time anymore. Varieties nowadays need two to three or up to seven to eight days to record. There’s no way the drama production is letting me off for that long. Especially since I am starting to accept male lead roles... So, it’s hard for me to go. The production doesn’t really give the time off. So the variety is hard to say, since I will be entering another crew soon. You all are afraid of me wasting my time at home, and desperately want me to enter a crew. Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing. You’ll see. When I pick projects, they’re usually dependable. If any news gets announced I’m sure you will be happy for me. I won’t be sitting around at home. C: Is it a modern or historical? LYN: Which one are you referring to? Are you talking about the one in the latter half of next year? That one... hasn’t come yet. Let me pretend. // This is called “I’ve been home too long and now I’m making fantasies”. I clearly don’t have work but I’m pretending I do. There are some people like that, and I am one of them.

LYN: If you don’t quite understand me, let me explain. I’m a workaholic, I really am. Just look at how I spent the past five years. I started off singing on the streets and slowly made myself internet famous. After that, I became a singer. Now I’m starting to be an actor. I’ve made it this far step by step. Do you think, if I took even one moment to rest in these past five years, I would have been able to make it to where I am today? Getting to work with all these comparative (to me) amazing people? I don’t want to say that I am putting a lot of effort into this; I just want you to know that I don’t want to let myself rest. I want to learn quickly how to make my way in this industry.  LYN: The people I’m working with now are all amazing, right? I started off as a busker on the streets. In order for me to make it here, if I rested at all in the past five years do you think I would have been able to walk this far? I don’t have a company backing me. I only have this group of fans who have kept me company all this way. I don’t have a company (公司/gong si), only fans (粉丝/fen si). LYN: I’m the type of person who gets anxious if they don’t have work. My old fans all know this. But can you see me being anxious right now? If I didn’t have work, and I hadn’t decided my next drama or made plans for the future- I’d be having a breakdown. Do you think I’d be sitting here so calmly, discussing this with you? I’d be here complaining, not telling you jokes. LYN: So, you can tell by my mood. If I’m relaxed then I have plans in place. Lately I’ve taken a break because I really do want to work on my album. It’s not like an OST, where I can just take a song someone else has written if I like it and just record a song and release it. Albums are complicated. The process of collecting songs alone is difficult. Another thing about me is that I don’t want the songs on my album to be like songs I’ve sung for OSTs. I’ve accepted many OSTs that I really like a lot. But if there are songs on my album that are no different from the OSTs then I’ll think, “What’s the point of releasing this song? This is exactly like an OST I can sing.” Choosing the music is hard. I hear too many songs every year, so it’s hard to pick one I really like. I’m really working on the album. LYN: I’m also going to start the voice acting for YNGS. I’m going to plan to give them 10 days for recording. For example, I’d go in at 10a-1p, grab a bite, then start again at 4-5p until 7-8p. It’ll be like working a regular job, for about 10 days. I want to get the voice acting finished in the coming week. I also have some OSTs I need to record and events to attend. I won’t be idle. Don’t worry- you don’t need to be anxious for me. LYN: Oh- I don’t need fan support for voice acting. Just want to let you know. If I go to the recording studio and there’s a group of you with banners chanting our fan motto... it’s not necessary. I just need to do my job and that’s it. LYN: Maybe in a few days when I go to the hospital for my physical, you can come give me fan support then. /laughs/ You can stand by the entrance and shout, “LYN, good luck on your physical!” or something like that.  C: Steal urine. LYN: ?? What does that mean? Are you a pervert?? You must be. I told you I was going in for my physical and you said you want to steal (my) urine?? /barfing sounds/ LYN: Unreasonable. Truly unreasonable. Oh my goodness. This is too perverse. C: Extreme sasaeng behavior. LYN: This isn’t even sasaeng behavior anymore. This is... /barfs/

C: Can you turn the lyrics off? LYN: What- what, are the lyrics blocking your sight to something? How about I make it smaller? This is fine, right? /sigh/ I’ll turn it off. Save you some face.

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-- break #1 (his friend is having a baby and he needs to take a look) LYN: Excuse me friends, I made you wait long. I’m back. Lao Wang had a son a while back, this time he had a daughter. It’s nice. C: Are they good-looking? LYN: Not better than me. /laughs/ Why does that feel low- I’m competing in looks with a child?? C: How many days apart are they? LYN: The last time they had a kid was... three months ago. Now they have another. It’s amazing.

C: You look young. You can go act as a middle schooler. LYN: Let me tell you, friends- lately I’ve been thinking I want to start “pan chuan” (counting prayer beads (?)). I just think it’s cool. I think it’s fun. Watching the string change over time is interesting. But then I was thinking, if I started to do this, wouldn’t it prove that I am crossing another...I can’t say “realm”, can I? I’m entering into the meditative mind and healthy body category. But my current category is as a “Disney-lover”! C: I’ve been doing this for many years already. LYN: Which means to say your age... is probably around mine, right? C: Elementary kids do this, too. LYN: Do they? I didn’t know. But I really bought a string online and later I’ll... play with them. // I met someone not too long ago, and they told me they had nothing fun to do. I suggested they count beads and they said that they didn’t want to because if they did that, they would enter into the “middle-aged” mindset. That’s how they described it, at least. I thought about it and... yeah, they were right. But if you’re telling me that even elementary kids are doing this now, then I think that this is the popular trend for now. Then, we’ll count! C: Don’t count them, “pan” me. LYN: Do you want to “chuan”?? // Wait- sorry. That sounds like a curse word. That is- Sorry. - /clears his throat and skips the topic/ ;; t/n: there’s some wordplay here, but idk LYN: I won’t. I seriously did research on this and these things need a high density. You’re probably not dense enough. Also there’s a process of going from white, to colored (oxidized), and then opened (?). I don’t really want to see you “colored”. I think I’ll forget it. You can “pan” yourself in the mirror. I won’t be participating.

C: Watch out for tendonitis. LYN: What do you mean- like when I’m moving them, this part of my hand is likely to get tendonitis? I’ll buy a machine to turn them. I saw that there are those things online. / Oh, was it “tenosynovitis”? Sorry, I read wrong. / But there are machines for this, so I was thinking of getting one. I won’t have to use my own hands. I won’t get tenosynovitis, it’s okay. // There’s another machine, where you can take each of the beads and there’s like a tube- you can put the bead inside and it will spin.

C: Nine-ge, don’t wash your face in the morning just take the beads and rub them on your face. LYN: Why are you so dirty? That would be so gross. We want the bead’s natural oils. Maybe this topic is not interesting to many females, but we want the bead’s natural oils, not your dirty face oils. That’s no good. Forget it, let’s not.

C: Tell Daimi to count them for you. LYN: Daimi? I’d be lucky if she didn’t take them for peanuts and eat them. 

LYN: I thought you wouldn’t be interested, but it seems like a lot of you women- and men, there are bound to be men here too, right? - you all like to play with this. When my string arrives, will we be considered “pan”you? [t/n: play on the word “friends” (peng you)] Or “chuan-you”? I don’t know. We can discuss it. LYN: I didn’t know elementary school kids were interested in this, too. I honestly don’t know too much about it myself. There aren’t many grade schoolers in the group of friends around me to begin with. So I’m not sure what they’re into these days.

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C: Is your dog male or female? LYN: She’s a girl. I won’t own boy dogs. I used to own a boy dog, a long time ago. I took him out for a walk and all of a sudden he set his eyes on another dog and took off. He was a bigger breed- a sheepdog (Scotch Collie). He took the leash and started chasing a female dog. I ran across 8 hilltops- I was walking him up in the middle of nowhere- it was up in the mountains, and there were giant storehouses. He took the leash and ran and I chased him across three hilltops. I was this close to a breakdown, I almost threw up and I couldn’t catch him. I lost him and it scared me so much. Even /I/ got lost in the chase, because I wasn’t familiar with the area. I was chasing my dog, and my dog was chasing another dog. After all the running I lost the dog AND my way. I ran for about ten+ minutes. Do you know how helpless I felt, surrounded by unfamiliar terrain, lost dog and lost way? So ever since then I learned my lesson for having boy dogs. LYN: After that I only ever owned girl dogs. Youmi... Daimi... and there’s was also a cocker spaniel, whose name was also Youmi. I had two dogs named Youmi. The original had died, so I bought another one immediately so the love could be transferred. [t/n: if I recall, he didn’t want his grandparents to be too sad that Youmi (original) had passed away.]  LYN: All female dogs.

C: Did you ever find him? LYN: Later, he came back on his own. It took ME a while to find the way back home- I really ran across three hills before I found the path and went home by myself. I went home and cried to my mom that I had lost the dog and that I almost got lost. But when it came around nighttime, he came back on his own. That dog was so smart. People could hold his leash as long as I was there, but if I wasn’t he would go crazy. He was so smart. But in the end that dog... you probably know how it went. He ran away. That’s why people tell you- you can’t trust men. If they so something wrong once, they’ll do it a second time. He ran away, and didn’t come back this time. C: It was a BE. LYN: That’s an appropriate description, yes. At the time I was really sad about it, I cried for a few days and didn’t own a dog for a long time after.

C: He went to become someone’s son-in-law. LYN: He was a really handsome dog, but unfortunately I don’t have any pictures of him. You know sheepdogs- they have long snouts and long hair. Usually they’re all cream and black, or brown, right? But he was black and white. If there were a litter- only one of them would be patterned like that. It was so pretty. LYN: ! He wasn’t a Border Collie, though. I know what you’re talking about- Borders are black and white. He was a Scotch Collie, but black and white. Wow, he was so handsome. // I know the difference between a Border and a Scotch. He was the only one of the litter with that coloring- he was very unique. Very special.

C: What breed was Youmi? LYN: The first was a cocker spaniel. The second was a toy poodle. The one now is a schnauzer. After raising the cocker first, I discovered it was better to own a dog that didn’t shed as much. Schnauzers don’t shed as much- only the undercoat- and nor do toy poodles. These dogs are easy to clean up after, they’re small and smart, and don’t need to be walked as much.

C: Why don’t you like big dogs? LYN: Wait- look, I just said that I liked dogs that don’t shed as much and someone in the chat said, “Ning-ge, I also don’t shed a lot. Raise me.”  I’m guessing in not too long someone is going to pick up on this topic. LYN: Don’t you lose hair? I don’t believe there’s one person here who can say they don’t shed hair. We all do, more or less.

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C: Ning-ge, this special effect looks like “spitting pies”. LYN: ?? What is that? There are small orbs flying at you, so you think I’m “spitting pies”? I don’t always make “pies” (pipe-dreams). When have I made a pie for you? There aren’t many. The first is my abs- that’s going to be fulfilled this year, isn’t it?  C: “Stream until we throw up.” LYN: It counts if I do, too. Someone earlier wanted to steal something of mine, didn’t they? I threw up, then. If I throw up it counts too.

LYN: I saw a comment in the group chat that read, “Ning-ge is streaming today. If someone pushes him to stop streaming, I curse them to eat instant noodles without the seasonings forever.”

C: Disney stream; Carnation Festival 3.5. LYN: I had explanations for those, didn’t I? I told you about the Disney stream the last time- it’s not convenient for me to stream at the park. It was going to be okay, but lately their business has been booming. It became inconvenient for me to stream at the park because we wanted to avoid any unnecessary crowding. C: Recipe for marinating meat skewers. LYN: I’ve been busy lately... watching dramas, going to concerts... XD I’ve been busy with that lately. As for the grilling recipe, I’ll see if there’s a time I want to go out and relax. Maybe when I’m done with voice acting for Ning Yuanzhou- I’ll film a video, then. LYN: I saw someone asking me where I’ve been- I’ve really been busy as of late. And this work isn’t on a set schedule.

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C: After going back to Beijing you look more lively. LYN: I’ve been in Hengdian for so long that I’ve felt stifled. I honestly really like Hengdian, but the problem is- it’s a town. There’s nothing wrong with it, it’s just very small. It’s mostly the food- I’ve had so much of it! All the restaurants and take-out... I’ve been there for three years. Think about exactly how many good restaurants there can be. I’ve already eaten my fill. Also, there’s no place I can shop around! Sometimes I like shopping and buying clothes- give myself some motivation to keep working hard. I’ll go shop and say, “Wow, these clothes are so expensive! These shoes are expensive! I should buy them. Then, I can continue to work hard so I can afford them.” That’s what I do when I shop. LYN: I like living in the city. I can eat whatever I want, whether that’s skewers, hot pot, stir fry, Shanghai cuisine, Hangzhou cuisine, etc. I have choices. But the problem is that in Hengdian, there are only so many shops. You don’t really have a choice. All I did there was eat. I felt like I had enough. But after coming back to Beijing- there’s nothing really fun to do here, either, but- at least I can shop. As for “play” I like... arcades. Last time I was in Beijing I played with VR or escape rooms- those are fun. 

C: ZXD-laoshi is here. LYN: Welcome.

- /talks a little more about what he’d like to do in Beijing while he can experience the freedom of having choices: to eat/shop/play./ LYN: I’ve just been in Hengdian too long. Now that I’m back here I’m letting myself go, a little. I like the feeling of living in a big city. I like the bustle. I’ve asked my friends before, where they like to go for travel.One of them told me they go on hikes- to see the mountains and watch the rivers; how on the way there’s a part of the river that’s really beautiful. After hearing that, I didn’t have any reaction/feeling for it. They in turn asked me where I like to go for fun. I told them I like to go to Shanghai, Beijing, Hangzhou. They replied, “You’re not going there to work, are you?” LYN: I’m just the type of person who has to come to a bustling/busy place to relax. Why? Because my hometown is a tourist city I’ve grown up along the river bank. Behind my house is a mountain. I would ride my bike along the river to work everyday. Do you think I’m missing any opportunity to see the mountains and rivers? My home is a tourist city and I’ve grown up seeing the mountains and rivers. Now I’ve finally entered society and am doing well for myself, do you really think I want to return to see the mountains and rivers in my downtime? I’ve never seen such a flourishing city when I was little. I like the hustle and bustle of the city. I don’t want to go back to see mountains and rivers- I’ve seen enough. LYN: It’s been thirty years and I finally made it to a big city. Now you want me to go back? You’ll find that a lot of people- once they become wealthy, they want to “return to the natural state”. They’ve had enough of the luxurious meals, and now they want to go back to the simple things. But friends, I’ve had the simple things all along. I can finally eat meat, have the chance to have abalone, and you want me to go back? It doesn’t agree with my plans.

C: You’re trending. LYN: Really? :) I don’t believe. I don’t deserve it. LYN: LYN, trending? I don’t think he’s worthy. C: The Entertainment Tab. LYN: What’s wrong with that? C: #41. -- 我不配 (I’m Not Worthy) LYN: A sang a whole verse of this song just for those three words. (I’m not worthy.)

LYN: I’m trending, though? ~ Honestly, I think that being trending or not isn’t important. I think the most important thing is that if by being here streaming, I am able to bring to you some happiness. As a singer or an actor, the most important thing is to have good works for you. A trending topic is not something an artist- whether singer or actor- should be in pursuit of. You need to have truly good works, works you’ve put your heart into, works that can touch other people’s hearts- to give to everyone who supports you. That is what you, as an artist, should be pursuing. So this trending topic... is nice to have, but it’s not a big deal if I don’t. Friends, let’s let our work do the talking. ~  LYN: Who doesn’t know how to say nice things? Those are the basics, aren’t they?

bgm: Ice Paper -  夜泊秦淮 (Ye Po Qin Huai)

C: I learned. Thank you, laoshi. LYN: Are you an artist? If you aren’t then there’s no use in you learning this. Do you want to be celebrity??

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C: You have too many buttons. LYN: ... Okay. I’ll listen to you. Next time I’ll buy a shirt with a zipper. This shirt if full of buttons. If you think they’re too much, then from now on I’ll buy shirts with zippers. I think they exist- I’ve worn one before. LYN: Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking. We are just a normal stream. I am a singer/actor. This can ONLY be a normal stream. Or are you telling me that you want to see something immoral in my VERY MORAL stream?? I see right through you. I’ve already turned of the gifting option, so there’s no paid content here. I don’t try to sell you products, either. There’s no way you’re seeing any paid content.  C: No~ That’s not what we were intending. We’re just afraid that you’re hot. LYN: I have an air conditioner. It can make the room 1° in a second. I’ll turn it on blast. I don’t need you to worry. I’m not hot. Later I’m going to put on a down jacket.

C: You’re so hot that your face is protruding oil. LYN: This has nothing to do with the heat. I just have naturally oily skin. I even looked it up online: Is it bad to have oily skin? I went to look up the pros and cons. The con is that I am more likely to produce oils and accumulate sebum on my face. Now I have to advise you to use this very good selfie stick- lol. No, I’m not going to push any products on you. It’s just that if you produce too many facial oils, your pores are more likely to become blocked and get acne. But the pro is that you don’t appear to age as quickly. That’s just what I need. I only just started taking male lead roles in the past two years. I really hope I can film a few more. LYN: There were some people trying to advise me, “LYN, can you stop playing male lead roles? We can accept you playing second male lead, but not main.” I can’t make that promise. Because... I have oily skin. I want to make the most of it and shoot a few more male lead dramas while I can. Is that okay? Please, I’m begging you. Stop trying to talk me out of it. I can’t promise you on this, but maybe on other things. Like that person earlier who said that I had too many buttons- I promised them that next time I would wear a shirt with a zipper. But on not playing the male lead, I can’t promise. I’m sorry. I’m the type of person who can understand and consider everyone’s feelings, but your feelings are... not feelings but gutsy demands. [t/n: this is a play on words.] I can’t promise you.

LYN: I really did see a comment like that, though. “LYN, can you stop playing male leads? I can accept second male lead but not main. I can’t stand it. I’m throwing up.” /laughs/ When I see comments like that, friends, it makes me happy. Do you know why? This is the mindset and logic you should have in order to keep living. LYN: At the very beginning when I wanted to be a singer, people were telling me, “You’re just internet famous, what makes you think you can be a singer? What do you think you’re doing on stage competing with other singers? You’re just internet famous- go back to your streaming room.” After a few years, I’ve finally made it as a singer- something people acknowledge me as, and now I’ve gone into acting. People said, “Why are you acting? You’re just a singer- just do your jobs and sing your songs. You don’t know your limits. What are you doing trying to be an actor? Other people have studied for so many years at a performing arts school and can’t find a role. What are you, a singer, doing acting? That’s ridiculous. Just because you have some fans doesn’t mean you can be an actor.” Some time passes again. “Why are you acting as the male lead? Just stay the second male lead!” LYN: You know? Unreasonably, they are- step by step- continuing to acknowledge me. So the fact that they have already accepted me as an actor makes me very happy. LYN: No matter what industry you’re working in, you have to have a good mindset. You have to consider things from all sorts of points of view. You can’t make trouble. If you live thinking, “Why are they saying this about me? I only want to be a singer... /cries/” It won’t help you. No one will pity you. Friends, you have to learn this in your lives as well. Don’t complain. You can, but not all the time. There’s no use. Complaining all the time will only degrade you. You have to think about making a place for yourself. You have to use your brain. Make your words powerful. Move forward. Alright? - C: /tries to make a joke on the word “complain” (bào yuàn)/ LYN: You don’t perhaps think that you’re very funny, do you? I hope not.

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C: We’re listening to music now. LYN: Yeah. I’m your music DJ, Modern Brothers Xiao Ning.

C: How long will you stream until? LYN: I don’t know. I’ll just keep streaming and stop when I’m tired. I’ll continue to stream for now. My stream doesn’t really have specific content or fixed rules that state I have to promote something. But, I do want to recommend something to you... hold on. LYN: ! Attention, attention! We have some good news! Tomorrow, Modern Brothers Liu Yuning’s song “The Remaining Life (余生)” will be online. This song is the ending theme from the drama “Gone with the Rain” (微雨燕双飞). The broadcasting station- everyone listen up- is Youku! This song will be online tomorrow- I hope that when it’s up you all can take a listen. Thank you! ! LYN: That wasn’t too much, was it? But it’s true that I sang the OST and they paid me for it... My main thing is price:product ratio. We deal in after-sales services, here. Tomorrow the very good drama Gone with the Rain will be airing- please watch it. Back from the Brink is also still airing. If you haven’t checked that out yet, please do. 

C: Promote all of your OSTs that way in the future. LYN: I’ve always promoted them this way. You must be new here. If you want to be able to get along with people in this industry, you have to know where you can fit into the ecosystem. For me, I am good with after-sales services. All of you are consumers. You might be looking for me to sing an OST, a platform, or brand. All of them are consumers. To a consumer, what is the most important aspect of a product? The first is good quality. The second is having something you can really make use of. The last is everything that comes after- the maintenance and upkeep. The after-sales services. As long as the after-sales is done right, and customer service is done right, you will always have good business. Remember that. C: Ning-ge, you’re a 4S shop now? LYN: I’m an OST shop. Mine is different from a $s shop- as long as you maintain upkeep everything is fine. But OSTs are a single-use thing. They don’t need upkeep. The OST doesn’t come back to me to change its engine oil or brakes. I don’t need to so anything after. It’s a single-use product that you can have for a lifetime. In terms of quality, it’s a treasure. I will definitely sing it to the best of my ability- as long as I can, I will but 110% into singing it. Secondly it’s single use, but it’s not as if you can keep listening to the song and then later think that it’s no good. I want to deliver a good price:product ratio, and you never have to worry about after-sales services here.  LYN: My after-sales does not only include promotion of the song and drama during my streams, but also when I attend galas. That is, it’s entirely possible that this song will come up again during my performances. It will be repeatedly broadcast to everyone. This way, we can keep reminding people of the drama. Give them something to remember the drama by. That’s my price:product ratio.

C: How much is it to advertise? LYN: It’s free for the consumer. All after-sales is on my own dime. There’s not much expense that goes into it, I just spend a little more time talking. Honestly, it’s just money for toothpaste and toothbrush. XD Other than that, there are no other expenses. I don’t collect more fees.

C: What are your rates? LYN: I get paid for OSTs like this, friends. It’s calculated by- what’s it to you?? You’re inquiring about my worth, now? How amusing. LYN: I hate these types of people! The ones who don’t buy anything, but ask about the price first! How annoying! // If you’re not going to buy anything, don’t ask! If you’re going to buy something then just buy it. If you’re not, then why are you asking??  LYN: XD I don’t know why, suddenly I went crazy. But anyway, don’t ask- that’s a business secret, I can’t just tell you. But as to whether it’s expensive or not... I can only tell you, it’s not cheap. :)

C: A business secret? LYN: It’s not a secret. It’s just that my group and I have been working for such a long time together, plus the fact that I’m my own boss. For a lot of things, I don’t need to follow a set business practice. I’m not doing things to further my company- like accepting jobs in order to pay my employees. I haven’t reached that point because I don’t have many employees to begin with. It’s mostly just me- and I can do a lot of things at once. Like promotions- I can do 30% of the work on my own. That means I can afford to hire one person less, right? This applies to other parts of the business as well. We don’t need to accept any jobs I don’t want to in order to further development.  LYN: When I get OSTs, it goes through this process: 1. What drama is it for?, 2. What platform is it airing on?, 3. I’ll listen to the demo. Of course, the song is always the most important but I have to understand the project first. If I like the song, I’ll accept. If I don’t like it, it doesn’t matter how much they offer. It has nothing to do with the money- if I don’t like it, I just won’t accept the job. The first step is never to ask about the price. I’ve encountered companies that started off like that, but I felt that approach is very... I don’t want to comment. For the most part, people usually do not ask about the price from the start. Usually it’s introducing the project and sending a song demo. If you like it, we’ll negotiate the price. If I don’t want to accept the job in the first place, there’s no point in asking how much they can offer me.

C: They’re afraid they can’t afford you. LYN: The investment in making a drama is very huge. At the least it’s tens of millions and at the most it’s a couple billion. They’re not lacking the funds. It’s not as if a single song will break the bank.

C: Then, do you have a discount for OSTs on 6/18? LYN: Do you need a discount for my OSTs? Oh my goodness... Okay, let’s do this. There might be some video production bosses in my stream now. I have a discount on OSTs on 6/18. If you buy 300RMB’s worth, you’ll get 20RMB off. Alright? If you want OSTs, please place your orders on 6/18.  C: The second song half off. LYN: No, that’s not worth it. Each song is its own price. C: Buy 300RMB for 20% off. Can the discounts stack?  LYN: So you mean, if a song were 600RMB instead of 300RMB? If it’s 300, you get 20 off, so if a song were 600, you’d get 40RMB off? Is that what you mean? You can do that. It stacks. 

C: Ning-ge, don’t say any more. If you keep on, you’ll be at a loss. LYN: This friend is considering it from my point of view. That if I let the discount stack, then I would lose out. They’re looking out for me and letting me know I would lose profit, right? LYN: ~ Actually when I hear you say that, I’m touched. I think this friend is a really honest person. In such a chaotic world, you really need to cherish when you meet such a person. Even if I make good on my word and let you take 20RMB off of 300RMB on my OSTs, have you ever encountered such a sale in the real world... but the caveat is that they raised the original price? Then, in fact, though they are selling very many- it’s at even more expensive prices than usual, disguised as a sale. Of course, I wouldn’t do that to you. ~

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-- break #2 (no excuse, he just needs to use the restroom) LYN: You’re still commenting on this “spitting pies” effect, so I’ll change it for you. I have a “ghost story” effect, do you want to see it? :) LYN: But there are a lot of women in my stream, I’m afraid that they will be scared. If I put on this effect they might get so frightened they will cry. It needs to be paired with music so that you can feel the chill. Let’s play this. It’s not very frightening, don’t be scared. LYN:  It’s not as scary as you think! If it’s too scary my weibo will be in violation. I’m an old streamer already, I understand this much better than you do. It can’t be too scary- no blood or jump-scares here. The “scary” I’m talking about is not the “scary” that you are thinking of. I was just exaggerating. You need only believe 20% of what I say. LYN: Alright. Three, two, one- - /error/ LYN: It’s not supported? Why is it telling me that?? Huh? What’s happening? LYN: Oh, well. It’s not supported. This is a flop. // ?? But I tested it out today and it was working?? /clicking around/ Oh, it’s this one. It’s not scary, though.

LYN: It wasn’t scary. C: What was that? Failing eyesight? // That was it? LYN: Friends, if you’re going to be like that then I’ll do a super scary one! I’ll make you cry in fright!! Friends, I’ll show you what is truly “terrifying”! Let’s do it, I’ll play a quieter song, otherwise the mood will be wrong. Friends. Three, two- I’ll let you see the scariest thing in the world! THree, two, one! - /error/ LYN: ?! “The special effect is unsupported.” /feeling stifled/ Okay, I found one equally as scary. Let’s try again. Three, two, one!

LYN: Sorry, it flopped. The stream doesn’t support the effect. Because this is on a horizontal screen. Next time if I’m streaming vertically, I’ll show you the terror.  LYN: There are a lot of different ones I can use, though. /shows them off/

LYN: /laughs/ What IS THIS??? This one really IS terrifying. Oh my goodness...

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- /someone tells him he's trending, still. but only in the entertainment tab. he thanks everyone for the trending topic anyway./  LYN: I was wondering what you were talking about- I almost threw my phone. [t/n: bc they told him he was trending, but he couldn’t find it on the main page. XD]

LYN: I feel like my face is very bright. Maybe this is TOO MUCH oil. Let me find some blotting paper. This is too much. I know we were talking about oily skin types earlier but this is too much- I look greasy. LYN: Is it better now? Not as greasy? C: Ning-ge, that’s called dewy skin. LYN: No, it’s just grease. That’s how you can tell a household is wealthy. I remember a story I was told when I was little. There was someone very poor, who wanted to pass themselves off as wealthy. They would take a piece of pork lard and rub it on their face before they went out. When they went out, they could say that they had just eaten. It would make it seem as if the household was wealthy enough to eat meat. I am like that, too.

C: You haven’t changed the special effect. LYN: It’s alright. This one is plenty scary enough.

C: Ning-ge, you’ve played this song so much I know how to sing it. LYN: Come here and sing it, then. Sing. Come on, sing! I thought you knew how?? I gave you the mic, but you can’t sing it, huh. C: Connect the mic. LYN: Er... /shaky sigh/ Connecting the mic... uh... The thing is weibo streaming is not as complete on desktop. If I were streaming from my phone, we could connect- it has that capability- but the desktop doesn’t. If one day I stream from my phone, I’ll spend that whole day connecting the mic with you all. We’ll chat. We can give it a try.

C: Is that a pie, too? LYN: It’s not a pie! It’s just because when I was connecting with people before, they didn’t want to. I didn’t see the harm in it, I just wanted to get some interaction, to play. I wanted to be different from others. We can chat and communicate, because I see people connecting mics often. It’s an effect of streaming and a mood maker. There’s no reason why we can’t. But the prerequisite is that I have to connect with a “normal” person. Otherwise, it’s quite fun. Even if you aren’t my fan, you can come chat with me. It’ll make the stream more meaningful. If I happen to accidentally connect with an anti, like the type who want to curse me out- no, not those- like the kind who wants to back-talk me. I really hope I can meet someone like that. We can chat. I want to see if I can win over them, and make them my fan. LYN: I’m someone who’s really good at arguing. /laughs/ Back when I was working in the restaurant if colleagues were fighting or talking about some logic, I was amazing. It was like a debate- I could lay out all the logic for them. But it’s been many years since I last dared to fight with someone. I want to test if I am still able to. Of course, not the type of fighting by cursing, but teaching you a lesson within the realm of reason.

C: Have your skills regressed? LYN: I think they have. Because at this point a lot of things don’t matter anymore- it doesn’t matter if I win or lose. Not to say that it’s not important... it’s very unimportant. If it doesn’t concern me directly, I don’t see the need to make it a focus for my attention. There’s no meaning in that. Sometimes I might mention a topic in passing during my stream- and that’s only because they became a topic of conversation. Otherwise what else would I talk to you about? You can say that I look young. I say thank you. Then what else? LYN: I’ll talk about a lot of things during my streams, but not because I care about them- though there ARE the ones I DO care about... It’s just because they become a topic for conversation. I can turn them into jokes and tell you about them during my stream. You find it interesting, and we can have a common ground.

C: Ge, you’re trending. LYN: Someone already told me. Entertainment, #31. It’s alright. Let’s be low-key. You don’t need to promote it. Being #31 on the Entertainment Tab means that people can get jealous. (sarcasm)

LYN: Let me go grab something to drink. I left earlier and saw someone say, “I can see the princess chair again!” LYN: I’m back. I told you before, this is part of a set of chairs at the dinner table and I grabbed this one to sit on. This is a rented house, so this is all the original furniture.

LYN: Drinking coffee at this time of night is okay, right? C: You’re not going to be able to sleep. LYN: No, it’s because when you talk too much there’s too much information and it jumbles my thinking. Drinking coffee will help me focus. You’ll notice that many people do their work in a coffee shop. Did you think that they had no place else to work? There is that possibility, of course. But it’s more because the coffee can help them focus. I have to stream, so I need to focus. C: It doesn’t look like coffee though? LYN: What does it look like then, herbal medicine? I don’t have enough energy to stream, so I need to drink herbal medicine to supplement my stamina? Shan yao, dang gui, and goji?

C: Ning-ge, are your glasses magnifying? LYN: /sigh/ Do you mean to say that my eyes are so small that I’ve purposely replaced the lenses with something that will magnify and make my eyes look bigger, as a sort of physical beauty filter? To make my eyes look bigger? Is that what you mean? I can make my eyes big- they’re not always small. /opens his eyes wider/ Are they small? No. LYN: I’ve worn these glasses today to go with the rest of my outfit. It’s not because I’ve replaced them with magnifying lenses to make my eyes look bigger. That’s hurtful. You’ve hurt me. :( LYN: See, who ISN’T cyber-bullied? I was just streaming, doing nothing- not trying to sell you anything or take your money- and I’ve still been cyber-bullied. They made fun of me and said my eyes are small. Friends, cyber-bullying is a real and scary thing. I’m not kidding. LYN: ! You’re laughing?? It makes me want to sing a song... “You’ve hurt me and played it off with a laugh.” I told you it hurt me, and you’re laughing?? -- 一笑而过 (Laugh it Off) [Na Ying] C: Sing it. LYN: I want to sing something different. I want to sing something more tender. Something that can promote love. Promote positive feelings. Let’s do it.

C: Ning-ge, what is the correct way to address cyber-bullying? LYN: For this, you should go baidu it. I can’t give you a proper answer. Everyone faces it differently. I don’t have the correct answer, but I still think you need to become stronger. If you become stronger, you won’t consider it as bullying. Let’s say you’re learning martial arts and are at the top of the game and someone punches you- you’ll think nothing of it. But if you are someone who does not work out at all and someone punches you- you’re going to get knocked out. But these punches carry the same amount of force. I can’t give you a correct answer, because this depends from person to person. The only thing I can tell you is to make your heart/mind stronger. For all else, abide by the law.

-- 這世界那麼多人 (Empty World) [Karen Mok] C: So gentle you don’t seem like yourself. LYN: Do you know why I was so gentle? Because this song is in the female key. So I could only sing it an octave lower. I can’t not be gentle. If I weren’t then I wouldn’t be able to sing the song. LYN: “So gentle you don’t seem like yourself”... so does that mean that usually in your eyes I am very... callous? No, right? I still LOOK upstanding though, right?

LYN: I used to listen to very loud or noisy songs. But lately I feel I enjoy listening to slow songs more. I imagine I have a glass of red wine, just sitting there listening to slow songs. I can’t say I’m emo, but I am in a very comfortable state. That’s a different way to relax. C: That means you’ve gotten older. LYN: /laughs/ I like listening to slow and gentle songs and that means I’m getting older?? What are you talking about? The songs I’m talking about are MBY’s. Not only have you offended me, you’ve offended everyone who listen to his songs. Let me sing one of his. I didn’t go to his concert for nothing; I came back having learned a song. LYN: What does “No lyrics yet” mean??? MBY, as a singer, is popular enough (to have lyrics) isn’t he? What else do you want?? How can you tell me you don’t have the lyrics? // It’s because I’ve selected the arrangement and since that’s the case the program can’t find the lyrics.  LYN: tsk. /sigh/ Fine, I'll find the lyrics on my phone. C: Ning-ge, didn’t you say you learned it? LYN: That doesn’t mean I have to REMEMBER THE LYRICS, though?? What I meant by “learned” is that I learned the melody. I learned the melody, not how to recite the song. LYN: The lyrics: “Every morning I wake up naturally at 7:30a. The wind chimes are ringing and the clouds are light.” He wrote his own lyrics, too. How well written! -- 平凡的一天 (Ordinary Day) [Mao Buyi] LYN: It’s not because I’m getting old. Just sometimes I think that a nice and quiet song is good to listen to. Of course, I still like those noisy and loud songs. They just give a different feeling. 

C: Sing one of Xue Zhiqian’s. LYN: Do I have to sing a song from all the popular male artists now? XZQ... I really don’t know his newer songs... /ning-ge.jpg/ Also all of his songs are very difficult to sing. I’m afraid to insult his works. Let me search. I’ll sing something for fun. Everything I sing during my streams are for fun. -- 我好像在哪見過你 (I Seem to Have Seen You Somewhere) [Xue Zhiqian] LYN: /shakes his head, no/ I don’t know this one. I’ve heard it before, though. It’s been such a long time since I last sang one of his songs. I used to all the time. I really like him. But it’s been a long time... Let me find an old song that I still remember. -- 方圆几里 (Within a Few Miles) LYN: I think I can do this one. C: 刚刚好 (Just Right) LYN: Let me listen. I used to be able to sing this, but I’ve forgotten now... // I know this one. I’ll sing it. -- 刚刚好 (Just Right) (Take 1) - /sings the first couple of lines/ LYN: Oh, this song! I was bragging to you earlier that I had improved, but I actually forgot a song I used to know before! Excuse me. I’ve sung this before, on a show. Let’s try that again. -- 刚刚好 (Just Right) (Take 2) LYN: It’s been such a long time since I sang this song. I suddenly remembered that I’ve sung it before. So... oh. But it’s already been 5 years since then. Thank you, XZQ-laoshi.

C: I’m dizzy now because of your swaying. LYN: If you’re going to say that, then I have no choice but to turn your words back on you. You’re getting old. What if one day we meet up at an amusement park. If you’re already dizzy after this bit of swaying, then you won’t be able to enjoy any rides with me. Your ticket will go to waste.

LYN: Now let’s find one of Zhou Shen-laoshi’s songs. I said in a stream before, that I would never sing one of ZS or Wu Qingfeng’s songs again. Their songs, to me, have it out for my life. I really can’t sing them. We don’t sing the same type of songs. I really can’t do it. But today, I want to give it a try. Friends, wait for me. I’ll go to the restroom and come back and then find a song to fight for my life with. I’ll find a very high song and lower it an octave to sing. - /singing Big Fish, but kinda scarily XD/ LYN: He’s singing about big fish in the ocean, but we’re talking about fish in the deep sea. He’s on top of the water, but I’m on the ocean floor. Where there are lantern fish. Deep pressure.

LYN: Let me play a video for you. I think I’m running out. I don’t have any new ones to play for you. Later I’ll download some more. Make do for now. Wait for me. -- break #3

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LYN: Alright, I’m back. C: Sing one of WQF’s.  LYN: Later I’ll pick one to try. Of course, I did see the comment telling me to sing my own songs. I’ll sing them, but I’m sure that my fans always hear my songs and are used to them. The other thing is, I just sing for fun in my streams. I’m not here to show off myself. I’m not here trying to gain OST work by showing you what I’ve got. My stream is here for company. I want to sing, play, and chat with you. That’s all there is to it. You don’t need to make it too complicated. No matter whose songs I sing, it’s a show of respect, right? It proves that I listen to and like their songs. Right? I’m paying my respects. The original will always be yyds, of course. So.. this is just for entertainment. LYN: Keep me company. It’s a... Tuesday night. We can play and have some fun. Let me find one of ZS’s songs... I’ll see if it has a track. -- 光亮 (Silver Lining) LYN: /misses the timing to start/ Is it really in such a high key?? This is too high, isn’t it? I was listening to the beginning chords and going over the key in my head. It’s already... up high. // Let me try lowering it an octave.  LYN: ... LYN: How about this- for the places I CAN sing in the normal key, I will. Once it gets too high I’ll switch to a lower octave. This is one method... Let’s try. -- 光亮 (Silver Lining)

C: WQF-laoshi. LYN: I’m honestly a little afraid.

C: Then, Zhang Jie-laoshi’s. LYN: All of his songs pretty such send me to the grave. His high notes are really so high. High notes are not my main thing. My main thing is the /starts singing the more rock-genre ‘爷们要战斗 (Men Fight)’/ Me and high notes go in opposite directions. LYN: 最美的太阳 (Most Beautiful Sun). Let me try it. // There’s no track for it. In this case... his copyrights are tight. C: 天下 (The World) LYN: Didn’t I sing that last time and my voice cracked? I can’t do it all. Remember, it went to my head? Someone had requested it the last time and, not knowing my limits, I tried. It got me worked up. I’ll try it. I’ll sing you a part of it. When it gets too much, I’ll stop. -- 天下 (The World) /stops right before the chorus/ C: Keep going! LYN: Uh.. it seems like you’re cheering me on. I just felt a sliver of support, then. LYN: Friends, there’s a saying that goes “见好就收” (quit while you’re ahead). People can’t be too greedy. If you continue... C: Lower it an octave. LYN: /laughs/ - /picks it up at the chorus; he did it!/ LYN: It goes straight to my head. I got worked up again. C: It’s okay. You can do it. LYN: Honestly, I CAN sing this song now. I just didn’t do it well, because I wanted to show you a comedy. Someone just cheered me on, again. Let me see if I can push through and get this song finished. - /finishes it up/ LYN: I did my best.

LYN: Men- we always try to look tough. But we all know who’s really suffering, don’t we?

C: Sing it through from the start. LYN: I really can’t stand when people cheer me on. If you’re going to be like that, then I’m going to stop streaming. I’m going to sleep. Stop provoking me.

C: Can you see the comments clearly? LYN: I can. Do you think I’ve sung so much that I’m lacking oxygen and can’t see clearly? No, I’m fine.

C: Ning-ge, 左手指月 (Upwards to The Moon). LYN: HAHAHAHAHA. Upwards to the Moon? Um.. .why don’t I just take my head off and give it to you? You’re asking for my life here, aren’t you? I’ll just give it to you. Is that not enough?? My head is yours. Upwards to the Moon... C: Ning-ge, let’s do an octave lower. LYN: You saw right through me. -- 左手指月 (Upwards to The Moon) LYN: Friends, here’s an interesting thing. I can’t even sing it with it lowered an octave. I can’t even sing it on a lower octave. Think about the concept of that. Let me try again. If nothing else, I’ll go all out. - /tries again/ LYN: This song hurts. Singing this song makes me feel like I hurt a lot. It’s not a physical pain, but a mental pain. Ahhh~~! Just these few words- you feel an inexplicable pain. LYN: Very painful. Excruciating pain. LYN: Alright, it;s not worth it. Let’s forget it. C: Bro, forget it. LYN: Are you calling me out?! LYN: I really don’t need to do this to myself. It’s enough already.

C: Ning-ge, you still have to record for your album tomorrow. LYN: Tomorrow... I’m not recording for my album. I have other work, tomorrow.

C: A Mayday song. LYN: Let me see if there’s a track. -- 夜訪吸血鬼 (Interview with the Vampire) LYN: This accompaniment is too noisy. :| But I really like this song. - /thinks of a different song/ -- 你不是真正的快樂 (You Are Not Truly Happy) LYN: I don’t really know it. So... I’ll stop singing it. C: Watching you sing this makes me really happy. LYN: I am very happy, but You Are Not Truly Happy.

LYN: I see you spamming “十年人间” (Shi Nian Ren Jian/DMBJ), but I really don’t know how to sing that song. I’ve heard it, but I don’t know how to sing it. Maybe if there’s a chance the next time I’ll sing it, then.

C: 黑夜一束光 (Praying) LYN: I won’t sing it now because I’ll have a performance in a few days that I’ll be singing it at. In order to leave you with some sense of “freshness”, I’ll save it for my performance. LYN: I’ve gone through all my songs and none of them really have that bright/positive feeling. I’ve mostly sung OSTs, so the majority are emotional songs. Those songs aren’t suitable to sing for particular occasions. I wouldn’t sing “你說愛情啊 (You Say Love)” at a school. Would I be encouraging them to start dating?? That’s not very uplifting. I’ll go to a school and sing 余生只想握紧你的手 (I Want to Hold Your Hand for the Rest of My Life)?? LYN: 意气趁年少 (Be Earnest While You’re Young) will work. It’s more positive, because it centers around learning. There’s a youthful feel, too. -- 意气趁年少 (Be Earnest While You’re Young)

C: Sing 初升 (Rising). LYN: I really haven’t sung this one before. Let me see if there’s a track. // There isn’t. /searches again/ There is. I’ve never sung it live before. Let me give it a try. If I crack then it does not represent my real ability- because this is my own song. -- 初升 (Rising) [Gen Z OST] C: You’ve crushed the original singer. LYN: Em, that’s overpraise. I AM the original singer. This is the theme song for the drama Gen Z. It’s a character song, and my first time singing it live.

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C: 云字诀 (Yun Zi Jue). LYN: I might not be able to sing it in my current condition. /searches for the track/ I can sing you MXT’s version? Oh, it’s the same version. Then, I’ll sing it. -- 云字诀 (Yun Zi Jue) [The Ingenious One OST] - /messes it up. starts over with the excuse he didn’t turn on the special sound effects/ LYN: Later I need to find someone to get these pictures on Kugou Music changed. What IS THIS??

LYN: I’ve already done Thermage treatment and don’t look like this anymore. ^

LYN: Change this picture out. What the heck. Look at these beady and small eyes and eyeliner. I can’t stand it. ^

LYN: This one’s okay. It looks like this fellow is emo. He’s a little depressed. Look at his eyes, full of gloom. His face is chubby, too. ^

LYN: Look at this. This is worse. Look at how big this face is. Oh, my goodness. He looks so bloated. Is your name “Liu Fu Zhong”?? Look at this face. ^

LYN: This one is okay. This one is good. He’s got a good jawline. This one doesn’t look as bad. It’s good. ^

LYN: This is from my concert three years ago. I’m waiting for the audience, looking worried that I won’t have many fans in attendance. ^

 LYN: This one was taken in the early days, when I was in a better condition. We took a whole set of “business” photos. ^

LYN: Look at this one. This one doesn’t want to live anymore. Pretending to be depressed, using his hand to hold up his head. In reality, the head is empty. Look at this guy- head empty. ^

LYN: This one is okay. It’s more recent. I look a little more lively, at least. You can see just a little bit of handsomeness on this face.  ^

LYN: This is also more recent. But at that time I was a little chubby. Look at this big face. It’s even this big AFTER the picture was shopped. Think about what it would look like if it weren’t?? ^

LYN: THIS you can say was when I was at my peak visuals. I took this photo as part of a set for a magazine; there was also a video. This was probably the peak of my visuals. I took these when The Long Ballad was airing. ^

LYN: This is okay. Also more recent. Golden-haired. The Disney look. It was pretty lively. ^ 

LYN: There’s no problem with this one. I think it’s okay. This was a while ago. You can see- his eyes are different. There’s something there. ^

LYN: This one’s a fool. /laughs/ Look at this fool. Look at these eyes. They sure are open wide. Open but soulless. This guy doesn’t have a clue what’s going on. ^

LYN: This is- kind/a little foolish with a side of wandering. He looks youthful, with hopes for the future. ^

LYN: This one is.. more mature. This was taken for the Jiangsu New Year’s event. You can say I was a mature artist by then. I do have eyeliner here, but not as “deadening”. ^

LYN: This one is.. pretending to be young. This should have been for the New Year.. otherwise I wouldn’t be wearing red. But I did look more refined. ^

LYN: This one... has some after-editing. Why do these just keep scrolling? This one is quite nice, though. Curly hair. Hong Kong-style. (?) ^

LYN: This one... he has a stick! Pretending to be Sun Wukong, or what?? At this point, he already has the eyes of an actor. They’re not like the one before, with nothing in them. ^

LYN: This is... over-edited. It’s.. too much. ^

LYN: This one was not too long ago! I look a little... chubbier, here. Look at this baozi-face. ^ LYN: Oh, we came back around. This is the worst one (the first one). LYN: Alright. LYN: /sigh/ LYN: Let’s sing a song. It’s called 云字诀 (Yun Zi Jue). -- 云字诀 (Yun Zi Jue) [The Ingenious One OST] [The Ingenious One OST] LYN: Thanks, everyone. This song is quite nice. I pretty much liked it after my first listen.

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C: I want to hear a Cantonese song. LYN: Don’t rush. Ehm... hold on a minute. Let me go grab something more to drink. I’ll sing for you after I come back. I’m running out of videos to show you, though. Because honestly this stream is running a bit long. I don’t have enough. You can watch it again. Wait for me while I get some water.  -- break #3.5 LYN: I’m back. Hold on, hold on. Let me find a song... (Stay with Me)

C: Where’s Daimi? LYN: She’s sleeping, don’t disturb her. She doesn’t have any schedule today. Let’s not disturb her. Let her sleep. Later, when she wakes up, I’ll call her over.

C: Did you see the ZY wrap trailer? LYN: What are you talking about? Of course I saw it. I acted in it, would I not go watch it? I’ve seen all the trailers for things I’ve acted in. It’s nice. I think in a few days there’ll be... no, never mind. I was just going to say there would be more content out in a short while. It’s a drama we spent several months working on, so I hope you can take a look when it comes out. LYN: Of course, YNGS as well- you have to watch. - /recites his lines from the trailer/ LYN: I remember it, because I only have so many. C: I support Ning Yuanzhou being abducted by aliens in the end. LYN: Have to taken a peek at the script? I admit it- at the end NYZ is taken away by aliens. The ending is a big suspense. He’s fighting with someone and in the very end, when it looks like he is about to win, a flash of light crosses the sky. A UFO appears and takes NYZ away. Why does it end like this? In preparation for a second season. The first part is called “Yi Nian Guan Shan”; the second part is called “Yi Nian Kai He”. Close (Guan) to Open (Kai). Mountain (Shan) to River (He). In the second season called YNKH- the UFO comes back in the first episode. NYZ has amnesia.  C: “Er Nian Guan Shan” is easier to remember. C: “Yi Nian Guan Si”. LYN: What is that?? If the first part is called “Yi Nian Guan Shan”, then the second should be “Er Nian Guan Shan.” The third part is “San Nian Guan Shan”. If we make it all the way to season 11, would it be called “Shi Yi Nian Guan Shan”? LYN: We should call it “Yi Nian Guan Qi” (Guan Qi, the character from SYXSSYX, who was “abducted by aliens”). C: Negotiating more scenes for yourself in a second season? LYN: No- our screenwriter is Zhang Wei-laoshi. She likes to use people’s names, and she has her own “Zhang Wei Universe.” I don’t mean any disrespect. It’s just that a lot of her male characters across stories have a connection to each other. The detailed people will have found out. If you watch her dramas you’ll find that some names appear across the universes. For example our drama will mention the name of a character in a different one of her dramas. What was the name of the male lead in A Dream of Splendor? I think it was Gu Qianfan, right? In this drama, my name is Yuanzhou. Qianfan and Yuanzhou- don’t you think there has to be some relation there? [t/n: part of a common saying] LYN: We’re all part of Zhang Wei-laoshi’s written universe. It’s possible that when she writes a script in the future, there will be a character called Ning Yuanzhou in it. The other day she posted something to her friend circle- I think it might have been at the wrap party and she complimented me! I forgot exactly what she said, at the time I had a bit to drink. But I promised her that if he character Ning Yuanzhou ever showed up in another one of her works, I wouldn’t just let it be a name on a page- I would come to act for her. I would cameo for her, as long as she continues to write and write about NYZ. - /fan makes a side comment asking about how much he drank.how many dishes he has to eat/ LYN: So, friends. Don’t think that I am being unfair only to you. Because I don’t exclusively makes “pies” for you, either. I have nothing against you, that I make “empty promises”. Don’t assume that just because ZW-laoshi is a very amazing screenwriter that I won’t make “pies” for her, too. No- all are treated equal. // After this story, do you feel more at ease? I’m not only like this to you. I make pies for other laoshis to eat, too. XD LYN: But if she ever comes to look for me, I really do have to go. How could I not?? But... I’ll probably have something else going on when that time comes. I might have something else to do... but it’s not for sure! If she asks me, I have to make the time. I have to make good on my promise.

C: You drank four cans already. LYN: It’s not four. I probably have more... Oh. It is four! You got me. Four, and a can of coffee.  LYN: Why are you keeping track of how many cans I’m drinking?? Are you going to take these to recycle? Should I mail them to you? C: You’ll get water swollen. LYN: What are you talking about? It’s a food thing to drink plenty of water. I don’t care about being bloated; I’m not going to be on camera tomorrow anyway. It’s fine. C: Give me the cans. I’ll sell them for money. LYN: Okay. Pay the postage yourself. I’ll send you these four cans, but pay the postage. C: The sugar content is high. LYN: No- this is just carbonated water. There’s no sugar/flavor. It’s just water.

C: The rising star of 2023- is that you? LYN: What an interesting question. I don’t get what you mean. From your language, I hear a story. That is, one day, you were surfing the internet when you inexplicably came across a fortune telling stream. The host posted an article that read, “In 2023, in this industry, there will be a rising star. A superstar will appear in the year of 2023.” They might have seen something like that, Am I right? Isn’t this story very complete? I extrapolated it out of just a few words. They probably saw someone post something like that. And then, in that moment, they thought that this prediction was describing me. They saw me streaming and they thought that they could see a purple aura from me. LYN: Look, I have lights here. So this friend thought, “Is it you?” Here’s the thing- I hope it is. If you ask me, of course I would hope its about me. Everyone wants to climb to the peak, right? But I’m guessing this “rising star” isn’t me. There are all sorts of highly skilled people are are just on the verge of popularity- why don’t you go ask them? It’s probably not me. You can go and ask them. I’m not- go ask someone else. LYN: I want to keep both feet on the ground, because I’m tall. If I climb too fast it might be too unstable. I’ll keep both feet on the floor- take it one step at a time to try one thing after another. I want to accumulate my viewers and their interests, and accumulate my own experience. That’s my path. Let’s not mess with any “rising stars.” LYN: Many stars pass in the blink of an eye. They’re shooting stars. So.. I don’t want to be a star. I’ll be... a little white rabbit. LYN: Now I want to gift you with a nice song. -- 感覺自己是巨星 (Think I’m a Superstar) [Mao Buyi] LYN: /to the tune of the song/ ~ Superstar, superstar we love you. Quickly, listen to us give you “rainbow farts” (excessive compliments). In our eyes, you’re the youngest. ~ LYN: So, friends. I would like to bear witness to exactly who this “rising star” is together with you. Who will it be? Let’s anticipate it! I’m also very curious! Let’s find out who it will be.

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- /Daimi barking/ LYN: Why are you being so mean? What do you have to be angry about? LYN: She’s awake. - /gives her the mic/ LYN: Weren’t you barking earlier? Come on, say something. Sing.

C: The rising star is Daimi. LYN: Are you talking about her? Let’s hope so. LYN: Once I said “rising star” she got angry- I mean- she woke up. I hope my female artist can be popular. 

- /Daimi, licking his arm/ LYN: Enough of that! She keeps licking me. -/Daimi tries to lick him again/ LYN: ! Do you want me to stop streaming? You’re trying to get me to stop, is that it? Okay, I understand. Sorry, friends. I need to stop streaming now because Daimi was pushing my hand away. She doesn’t want me to stream anymore. She doesn’t want me to stream- she’s about to eat my mouse. - /Daimi tries to lick his hand again/ LYN: Tsk. That’s enough...  - /makes her wave/

- /dancing/ - /promptly puts her on the floor/ LYN: /to Daimi/ Go play, go play. Don’t bother me. It’s time to work.

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C: Ning-ge, could you wish me well on my exam? LYN: Of course I can. I hope that tomorrow, or all of this week- everyone who is preparing to take the NCEE is in good spirits and can have a good result. Let’s amaze the world with one brilliant feat and reach for the stars. - /had said the proverb wrong, initially/ LYN: Excuse me. See- this is what an uncultured person will do. They’ll say the wrong thing. People who haven’t taken the NCEE will mis-read the phrasing. - /makes up for it by saying a bunch more (correctly)/

C: Ning-ge, could you bless me with passing the 16th level (?)? LYN: Am I a tortoise? Is my stream a wishing well? And I am the tortoise in that pond? You’ve come to me with your wishes? Then, why aren’t you throwing me any money? You should at least leave an offering, before making a wish. This is just... forceful wishing. What you’re doing is taking game money to throw into the pond, to trick me. LYN: I’m sure you’ll pass. Do well on the test! LYN: In order to become the “Rising Star of 2023″ like mentioned earlier, from now on I will change my name. I’ll be Liu Ziwei. Don’t call me Liu Yuning anymore. From now on I will be known as Liu Ziwei.

LYN: Friends, how many of you are watching my stream for the first time? How may of you are first-timers? If this is your first time watching or if you don’t watch often, you can subscribe to my weibo. I am Modern Brothers Liu Yuning. Here’s the thing with my streams- most of the time I’m speaking nonsense. Don’t take anything to heart and don’t fall for any tricks. If you take this too seriously then it becomes meaningless. That just proves that you are too innocent. Only believe about 20% of what I say here. Most of the time I will use an amusing or joking delivery to communicate with my fans and make the people who maybe don’t necessarily hate me stay a while. Just listen to my stream for entertainment. Don’t fall for what I say. Okay? I’m not capable of teaching you any lessons or opinions. Just listen for entertainment. C: Before you told us to believe 30% of what you said. How did it dwindle to only 20%? LYN: /sigh/ It used to be that I wasn’t very strict with what I said, so it ended up that people had a lot to hold against me. I was ridiculed for my words. Though it might not have been my intention, I was honestly too careless with what I said. So now my game plan is to say more nonsense and avoid more... sensitive topics. It’s fine as long as you are okay and I am okay, and everyone is happy. 

C: Will you sing a Cantonese song? LYN: I don’t know very many. Let me sing this for you. -- 无赖 (Rascal) [Ronald Cheng] LYN: Listen for entertainment. I’m a North-easterner, after all. My Cantonese is very poor. I know that. So.. it’s for fun. Someone earlier said “You’re Cantonese is skewing!” I don’t know what they meant by that, but probably that my pronunciation was off. It’s alright. 

LYN: Let me think... what other Cantonese songs do I know? What else do I know...? C: Once you start speaking the Dongbei dialect comes out. LYN: What else did you expect?

C: I’m a Cantonese person. I can say, it sounded very nice! LYN: You really are clever at speaking. “I’m a Cantonese person, I can say it sounded very nice... but it wasn’t accurate.”

C: First Love. LYN: Oh~ -- 初恋 (First Love)

C: I’m going to throw up. (bc of the video and swaying) LYN: Your age...? Forget about you- I’M a little nauseous. LYN: Is my stream over-trying to be cool? It’s slightly over. LYN: This is too eye-searing, yeah? Okay. Let’s stick with this effect for the... “middle-aged”.

LYN: I thought of a song just now. I REALLY really like it. -- 一生所爱 (Lifelong Love)  LYN: If there’s a chance later I’ll sing it properly for you. I don’t really have much strength left, today.

- /Daimi barks/ LYN: :| What are you barking at?

-- 倩女幽魂 (A Chinese Ghost Story)

LYN: That’s about it. It’s about time, friends. Thank you for keeping me company and for your support. I told you I would stream until you threw up. In terms of length, today’s stream didn’t let you down, did it? I accidentally saw a little earlier, how long I’ve streamed for. Right now it’s... four hours and thirty-five minutes. C: Don’t go! Don’t! LYN: I’ve been streaming for four and a half hours. That’s not a small amount. If i keep streaming /I’M/ going to throw up. You’re over there lying on your bed and snacking on melon seeds, but I’ve been over here yelling and singing, moving my mouth for four and a half hours! Now you’re telling me you don’t want me to go?? I’m going to throw up! I’m not streaming until you throw up, I’m streaming until /I/ feel like throwing up, now. Do you think you’re the only one who sees that violently shaking video and gets dizzy? I get dizzy too! I’m older in age- you all know that. C: You still turn it on, even though it makes you dizzy? LYN: I just wanted to give you the best experience in such a simple stream, didn’t I?? I didn’t want you to feel like I was just sitting in a room. I wanted to give you some stage effects, so that you can immerse yourself. I do this all so you can feel included- even this laugh sound. It’s all so you can immerse yourself in this room and the mood. Even though I’ve made myself nauseous- I still have to power through and stream for you. It’s all for the immersive experience, is that not enough??

LYN: It’s about time. If you still haven’t subscribed to my weibo, please do so. I am Modern Brothers Liu Yuning. I thank you all for keeping me company and for watching my stream. Even if you’ve only been watching for thirty minutes or if you’ve been here from the start. I thank you. I hope to see you in the next one, alright? I hope you had a relaxing, wonderful, and happy night. It was great to have you and I hope you had fun. See you next time! Goodnight, everyone!

#Liu Yuning #lyn livestream #(4:40:00) #album/concert chat #entertainment industry observation #new hobby? #dogs chat #laughing in the face of antis #osts and pricing #playing with filters #some singing #including zs's 光亮 #! #左手指月 (Upwards to the Moon) #HAHAH #lyn's biggest anti is himself #daimi time #[i forgot how to Chinese???] #[it's been a long two weeks friends]

[hbyrde36]

Steddie Week (late) Day 1!

Sorry for my late submission. I wasn't planning to participate as I was hard at work on my wips but I got an idea in my head last night that could span the whole week of prompts so....

Thank God we didn't peak in High School - Part 1

Promt: Pining

Modern AU - No Upside Down etc...

Eddie couldn’t believe he was back here in Hawkins. High school had been hell and his home life was ever worse so he took off the second he graduated. By some miracle he got himself accepted to a college a few states away. Trouble was, school work is school work and he sucked at it just as much in college as he had at Hawkins high.

He failed his very first semester and dropped out.

He tried to make it work. It made sense to stay in the college town, there were plenty of jobs to be had at the various shops and restaurants. He even worked at a small music venue for a few weeks as a bouncer, that one might have been his favorite.

After a few years of jumping from job to job and running through more roommates than he wished to count, Eddie had to throw in the towel. He was out of money and although he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, he was depressed and lonely.

Hard as he tried he couldn’t seem to make friends there. Sure he was friendly enough with coworkers and such at the various jobs he had but he didn’t have any real friends. He hadn’t had many back in Hawkins either but at least then he hadn’t had to worry about making rent on top of it.

One day he worked up his courage to call home, planning to beg his mom to let him come back for a while. Just until he could get back on his feet. He dialed the number, waiting with bated breath for it to ring and praying she would answer.

“Your call cannot be completed as dialed, please hang up and try again”

Fuuuuuuuck

Wayne Munson answered on the second ring. Eddie had always loved his uncle though he didn’t get to see him that much as a child. It was bullshit too because not only did he live in the same town as he and his parents, they lived in the same trailer park! Wayne and Eddie’s father, Al, had some big falling out right after Eddie was born and so the brothers avoided each other as much as possible.

“Hey boy! It’s good to hear from you. How’re things?”

“Not great Wayne, that’s actually why I’m calling. I hate to ask but, I tried calling my folks place and it seems like the phone might be disconnected. They probably just forgot to pay a bill or something. Do you think you could walk over and ask one of them to call me?”

“Didn’t anyone tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Your dads been in jail for about 6 months. Got picked up for selling.”

“Figures. What about mom?”

“Well, i'm sorry to be the one to tell you this but, I went to check in on her a while back and she was gone. House packed up and empty. I’m so sorry Ed, I never dreamed… if anything I thought maybe she was moving to where you were.”

“Shit. No she never said anything. We didn’t talk all that much after I left so I guess it shouldn’t be a surprise.”

“You said things weren’t great, what’s going on, Son? How can I help?”

“It’s alright, I’ll figure it out. I’m not your problem.”

“Nonsense. You're family, we gotta stick together. Now tell me what’s going on.”

The very next weekend Wayne had showed up to help Eddie move out of his apartment and he’d been living in the trailer with him ever since.

-

Though he hated the place, even Eddie could admit it wasn’t so bad being back in Hawkins. Living with Wayne was nothing like living with his parents. He never had to be afraid of what mood his uncle might be in or if he’d be sober or not. There was no fighting or yelling and there was always food in the fridge. He was alone a lot, a product of Wayne working nights and sleeping during the day, but that was ok.

Eddie got a job quickly, working in the kitchen at a local burger joint, Benny’s. He was there almost two years when the owner passed away and the place closed.

Options were limited and so Eddie was forced to get a job at the last place he would have ever chosen, a big box store.

The place was a bit of a nightmare to be perfectly honest. It was like high school all over again and not just because the majority of the people working there had in fact gone to high school with Eddie. They had all been out of school for 4 or 5 years now yet the people were still clique-ey and catty and honestly it made Eddie sick. There were only two bright spots. 

One was Robin Buckley. They hadn't exactly been friends back in school but they had been friendly enough, talking to each other when they shared classes and they'd had more than a few mutual acquaintances. Eddie loved the days he got to work with Robin and they quickly became thick as thieves. 

The other bright spot came in the form of an old crush. 

-

Steve Harrington was still the prettiest boy Eddie had ever seen up close. Eddie had almost asked him out once back in high school. It had been big news when Steve's long-time girlfriend Linda had broken up with him right before prom. The school was abuzz wondering what the king would do. Surely he had already paid for tickets and booked a limo. Would he ask another girl to go with him? Would he go alone?

To everyone's surprise and one of the saddest displays Eddie had seen to date, Steve had still escorted Linda to prom, as friends. They arrived in the limo together and stood for pictures but the moment they entered the dance she had ditched him for her friends. 

Eddie wasn't sure why he had even gone to prom, just to say he had, he guessed. He wound up spending most of the evening watching Steve pretend not to be sad and wishing he was brave enough to go over and offer the other boy some comfort. 

He would get the chance to do just that a few weeks later. 

Eddie didn’t usually go to parties but since he was graduating in a few weeks and wouldn’t have to see most of these people again so he figured, why not. He was thrilled with his decision when he wound up spending almost the entire night chatting away on a couch with none other than Steve Harrington!

Steve was still a little sad in the aftermath of the prom incident, but Eddie had him smiling and laughing in no time. He could feel the crush developing as the hours went on and Steve stayed with him, seemingly riveted by his crazy anecdotes. 

Eventually Eddie had to excuse himself to go to the bathroom and he asked Steve to save his seat. He was a little more flirty about it than he would usually have been but he’d been getting ~vibes~ from Steve all night so he was feeling bold.

So bold in fact that he was fully intending on asking Steve out when he got back to him. He was in the midst of hyping himself up in the mirror while washing his hands when the conversation happening just outside the door caught his attention. 

“Her and Steve make such a cute couple, don’t you think?”

“They do! Though, are they even official yet?”

“I’m not sure but I know they slept together at least once. Nancy told me he was incredible.”

Eddie’s heart sank. He knew instantly that it was his Steve they were talking about. No, not his Steve, Nancy’s Steve apparently. He had seen the two of them together earlier in the evening but thought nothing of it. Of course they were friendly, Steve often babysat her younger brother and his friends.

He left the party quickly after that, not even looking to see if Steve was still waiting for him on their couch. There was no point in trying now, even if they weren’t officially a couple yet, he couldn’t compete with someone like Nancy.  

It was easy to convince himself that he didn't care, that it didn’t matter. He was leaving town in a matter of weeks anyway and if he had his way he wouldn’t ever be back. 

So what if he felt a pang of sadness everytime he thought about the guy. And it certainly didn’t mean anything that whenever he was drunk and alone he would stalk Steve’s social media, following the other boy’s life through pictures. At least he looked happy now, with Nancy. 

-

Eddie loved the days he got to work with Steve. He was in a different department from Eddie and Robin, so they didn’t cross paths a lot but when they did Steve was always up for a good conversation. It didn’t take long for them to become friends. They weren’t as close as Eddie was with Robin but he was happy to have the guy in his life in whatever capacity he could.

@steddie-week

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[greetings-inferiors]

INTENSE MINECRAFT SLANDER IS COMING UP

If you like Minecraft, good for you! It just isn’t for me, so I play other things. Don’t take anything I say here as an affront to your video game tastes, nothing I say is objective, it’s just how I feel. I swear I don’t hate Minecraft, but this has been bottled up inside me for a while and I needed to let it out. Please enjoy my dissent into block induced hysteria:

Okay I was going to go to bed but I saw Minecraft mentioned and just had to write this down I’ll sleep I swear

But like

OH MY GOD MINECRAFT IS THE MOST DULL GAME I’VE EVER PLAYED. I’VE GENUINELY NEVER BEEN MORE BORED IN A VIDEOGAME, ON MY OWN, WITH FRIENDS, WITH STRANGERS, IN MINIGAMES, IN CREATIVE, I DON’T KNOW HOW PEOPLE DO IT

At least security breach makes me FEEL SOMETHING. That game is so bad it makes me SAD. It makes me ANGRY. Minecraft just HURTS TO PLAY.

Literally everything combines in a way specifically I don’t enjoy. I hate sandbox games, and Minecraft is a particularly slow sandbox. It’s open world, and I have an inherent bias against open world games - if it’s a ‘just good’ open world game, I won’t enjoy it at all. It’s story is so directionless and nonexistent, and the thing I love the most about videogames as a medium is their unique way of telling stories. I hate Minecraft’s gameplay loop, you get wood to get stone, use stone to get iron, use iron to get diamond, use diamond to get netherite, which would be fine but that’s IT. Like maybe there’s going to a different dimension for netherite but mostly it’s just IT

Like terraria does have kinda a similar progression, especially in hardmode where you mine cobalt to get mithril, use mithril to get titanium, use titanium to get chlorophyte, but calamity completely solved that problem because YOU ACTUALLY HAVE TO BEAT BOSSES TO GET TJEM

Oh my god, the worst part of Minecraft is the bosses, or lack thereof. The combat is so kind numbingly dull, they keep trying to fix it but it keeps not working, at least it isn’t just ‘click fast’ anymore but still. And there are only two actual bosses, and they’re both so endgame that most people have never even attempted to fight them. And what do you do once you beat the game? How do people keep playing their worlds? What do you do???? Most people have to make up their own stories because there’s just nothing to do, and that’s well and good, but I specifically play games to be told a story, not to have to make up my own. Like I said, not for me.

Lots of people compare terraria to Minecraft, but they’re not similar in any way except style. Minecraft is a sandbox (my literal least favourite type of game) and terraria is a boss fight simulator (my literal favourite type of game). Every single thing you do in terraria is to get an edge against the next boss. Most things you do in Minecraft… might have a point? Most of the point is just ‘cause I want to’ which works great as a way of viewing life but in a videogame? Where I’m trying to escape? I don’t want to be an optimistic nihilist, I want to do cool shit, and not have to spend two hours building to do that cool shit.

And the drip feed of hardly any content is just insufferable. I get why, they’re the best selling game of all time, they want to make sure everything’s perfect, but that just means that they don’t touch any of the core parts of the game, not saying they have to, because some people do enjoy it, I just don’t. I hate it. But like, the newest update added what? Frogs? It didn’t add fireflies because they wanted to be realistic, and I get why but still it just sucks either way. The actual new content makes me go ‘huh that’s neat’ and forget about it after a day. Every terraria update adds a fuck ton of new content, especially the major updates, which essentially completely overhaul the game every time, stardew valley’s major updates may as well be whole dlcs, the most recent one added A WHOLE NEW ISLAND, Minecraft doesn’t feel any different now than it did three years ago. The only exceptions are the caves, which I must admit are cool as shit, but KNLY IF I CAN STAND TO LLAY LONG ENOUGH TO FIND THEM

It also has no story to speak of. Sure you can show me the game theory videos (I’ve watched all of them) but that doesn’t fucking count, because no one would’ve noticed because it is literally matpat’s job to look over games with a fine toothed comb. My biggest requirement in games is a story. Undertale is a beautiful tale. Omori is similar. Risk of rain’s story of the two brothers and fighting to survive in a planet where everything wants to kill you is so intriguing. Team fortress 2’s characters are some of the best written characters in anything ever. Hollow knight uses environmental storytelling like nothing I’ve ever seen, and it’s lore is of a fallen kingdom, something that I absolutely adore.

Speaking of fallen kingdoms,

A FIVE MINUTE MUSIC VIDEO HAS MORE DEPTH THAN THE BEST SELLING GAME OF ALL TIME

I get why people enjoy Minecraft. it’s calming, maybe they have the patience, enjoy the zen of it, enjoy the grind, but I have never played a game that feels more like it’s designed to specifically make my life a misery with how fucking boring it makes me. The only time I’ve ever enjoyed Minecraft is watching technoblade, god rest his soul, and the dream SMP, but I DIDN’T EVEN WATCH IT. I GOT ALL MY DSMP FIX WITHOUT WATCHING THE STREAMS BECAUSE ACTUALLY WATCHING THEM PLAY MINECRAFT IS SO FUCKING ABYSMAL

I’m so sorry, if Minecraft is even in your top five games I know this is probably really saddening, but it’s just so popular and I really want to like it and I try and I try and every time I almost drive myself to tears because everyone won’t stop talking about this stupid ass boring game that I can’t bring myself to like no matter how hard I try, and it’s all just bursting out all at once. I don’t hate Minecraft, I really respect it, but I feel about it the exact same way I do about sex. It makes me feel nothing, yet I’m still compelled to try it, whether from peer pressure or libido, and everytime it makes me feel like shit because I’m trying to like something that I just don’t.

If anyone even is just neutral about Minecraft can they back me up I can’t be the only person who doesn’t like it right please can I just escape Minecraft for one week I can’t take it anymore

I HAVE MORE FUN PLAYING MINECRAFT IN SUPER SMASH BROTHERS THAN IN ACTUAL MINECRAFT. SUPER SMASH BROTHERS ULTIMATE’S STEVE IS MORE FUN THAN LITERALLY THE BEST SELLING GAME OF ALL TIME. STEVE.

Fuck

Okay I’m fine now. Minecraft just isn’t for me. Clearly it’s for some people, for some people it’s their favourite game. But literally everything it does is exactly the opposite of what I like games to do. And it’s unbearable to play.

#tell me how bad of an opinion I have and how I should just like minecraff lul #I just hope that no minecraft stans try and kill me #I don’t hate you #I hate your favourite game #but that’s okay #I know how much it can be hurt #but it’s fine - really #Randy loses his fucking mind for twenty minutes straight #text post #long post #Minecraft #Minecraft slander #video game #video games #the only purely minecraft thing I’ve ever enjoyed was dantdm #BUT THAT WAS BECAUSE IT WAS MODS #NOT ACTUAL MINECRAFT #hate #rant #randyposting #hater moment

[ingeniousmindoftune]

The Friends Father…

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Description: In which you meet your best friends father for the first time and fall for him, and the attraction and affection is reciprocated

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Warning(s): Age gap.

“Hey girl.” Y/F/N smiled at you just as she finished buffing tables.

You never understood why she was buffing tables if she had this famous producer as a father. But, she always talked about not wanting to depend on her famous father, that she had luxury and leisure but, she wanted independence. She and you both attended the same school, it was a public school but also private, mainly for the rich and powerful, you weren’t rich nor were your parents powerful, but your scholarship landed you here. Being a talented actress, pianist and singer. Your talent was what got you where you are. “Hey, so what are we doing after you get off work?” You sat down and waited for the other waitress to bring over your food.

“I have to meet my father at the stu,” she rolled her eyes.

You laughed. “You hate the studio or something?” Your friend shook her head. “No, it’s not that. I just rather be doing something else then meeting him in the studio with his artist, like I can not stand them.” You knew where she was coming from, some male artist were thirsty and you hated working with a lot of them, some wouldn’t even let you clear records if you didn’t sleep with them, shit be funny. You always made sure you had more than just you in a studio session with a male artist, because you weren’t about to put yourself out like that. Your career was not about to be based on that. You weren’t some career-hopper, you weren’t about to do whatever to boost sells or your name.

“You never know though, maybe he has a mellow artist in the studio with him today, did he tell you who?”

She shrugged. “My father never tells me whose he’s working with until the product is complete or until I happen to walk in on him and an artist in the studio. Like the one time, one of his female artist was being a total groupie, all over him and was trying to sleep with him so he could make her single go platinum.” You shook her head. “Oh wow, do I know this artist? And, did he sleep with her?” She shrugged. “I don’t know but, I doubt it. My father don’t get down like that and even if he did sleep with her, nine times out of ten, she still didn’t go platinum. But, I mean she had to be at least seventeen so I doubt he did or would ever admit to it.”

“Seventeen? I hope he wasn’t on no R,Kelly shit?”

She laughs. “Not even.” She assures me, as the waitress brought over my milkshake, burger and fries. “I’ll get back with you in a minute though.” She said to me, you just nodded your head and went to eating your food, you took a bite into your burger scrolling through your instagram notifications. Seeing multiple likes on your latest post, a video of you playing the piano and singing a cover to Alicia Keys ‘No One’. Which was by far one of your favorite songs by one of your favorite artist at the time. Growing up, all you wanted was to be the next Alicia. Your talent could put you there. You already had multiple labels wanting to sign you, but you chose to remain an Independent Artist. You’ve even wrote a few songs for a couple hot artist out right now, like Ariana Grande and, Chris Brown. 

“Y/N.” You looked away from your phone and to your ex boyfriend, you shook your head, he had been trying to get back with you for the longest.

Jordan Baker. Star Athlete, but soon started to loose his game. He wasn’t the star of the show any more due to a new player on the scene, and every since then, you and his relationship wasn’t the same. But he was the sweetest guy in the world, but, you and he eventually called it quits and decided to just be friends whilst he got himself together. “Jordan. Hi.” You greeted, he slightly smiled pulling out a chair. “Hey, how you been? You’ve been avoiding me around school.”

“I haven’t been avoiding you, Jordan. I’ve just been busy with trying to get this song together for the talent show.” 

Jordan was a lot of things; sweet, charming, handsome and all around perfect in a lot of ways but he was also damaged. I always found myself attracted to boys that needed fixing, and when I was done fixing them, I would leave. I was a fixer, I guess. I couldn’t help it though, when you have some issues you liked to find someone with the same. I wouldn’t know what it’s like to be with someone who wasn’t damaged. “Oh.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay.” It’s been a little awkward between us too, since he and I lost our child, awhile back before Spencer joined the team, he and I were expecting. Of course, we never told our parents about the baby because we wanted to be sure what we would do concerning it. I knew I wasn’t ready to be a mother; but I also didn’t believe in abortion. But, life had other plans for me… for us.

“I miss you, we have to talk.” I just took another bite of my fry, looking him over. Truth was, I missed Jordan too but, a relationship isn’t what I was missing. I was missing sex, I haven’t had good sex in a good minute and it was definitely crossing my mine, just imagining my hands over his perfectly shaped chest and abs, my nails dugged down deep into his abs. Yeah, I was missing the way he would pull my hair as he beat my pussy from the back. My favorite position was always back shots, his was missionary of course, he loved watching his dick slide in and out of my pussy like a pool stick. He was the best I have had, well all of my eighteen years. And, I’m sure there’s plenty of men who would jump on board to sleep with me.

But I wasn’t one to just jump into bed with a random. Nah’, that wasn’t in my character. I was all for good sex, but I couldn’t just pick up a random guy and sleep with him. I was too afraid of diseases. “I miss you too, Jordan. But you know I’m not ready for us to get back together.”

“I understand.” He nods. “But could we at least talk? I miss my best friend more than anything, I want nothing more but to hang out like the good ol’ days.” You took another fry into your mouth, and was just about to open your mouth again to speak when Y/F/N walked over with her regular clothes on and purse. Indicating that she was off of work. “We could do something later today. I’ll call you.” You stood to your feet dropping down a tip. He nods his head, you both hugged and you followed your friend out the cafe. “Girl, you and Jordan trying to get back together? Not that im not here for it but, there’s plenty of ballers to try out.”

———.

You laugh. “Jordan and I have been through a lot together, I love him. But no, im not trying to get back together with him. Doesn’t mean I’m not tryna fuck, though.”

“Girl, look around.. there’s plenty of brothers here on campus, look at him. He’s been eye-ing you ever since you and I walked out the cafe.”

Shaking your head. “And? I don’t fuck with randoms. You already knew that though. So, why you pressing the issue? I swear you trying to make me a city girl or some’?” She laughs. “Maybe just a little, I want you to loosen up and shit. Have a little fun.” You shook your head as you both walked to her car. You still hadn’t gotten your own ride and you was waiting for the day you could purse it, you already had all the money saved up and you were just waiting to make that purchase. “I can have fun and loosen up without getting loosened. Okay?” She laughs shaking her head.

———

“Damn, this studio building is bigger than most I’ve been in.”

You looked around the building as you both made your way in it, the guards waved at her. Some other artist were walking around some of which I were huge fans of but I didn’t want to freak out, I had to play my cool and act like I was used to this shit. We kept walking until we past by a room, and walked into another. You could see the neon lights flashing “On Air” and music coming from the inside even though it was a bit muffled. She knocked, then opened the door, smoke lingered around the room, she and I coughed fanning it away. The smoke eventually cleared out and my eyes darted to the man leaned back in the chair, blocking smoke and bobbing his head and his eyes went from the rapper in the booth, to mine. He licked his lip leaning forward, causing the chair to sit up straight.

“Hold on,” He said sitting up in his seat. He wore a nice suit that hugged his biceps.

The man was by far the sexiest man I had ever seen. He cleared out the studio. “Hey Princess.” I shook my head out my trance that he was in. He was just plain sexy. But, he was my friend’s father. Not to mention, much, much older then me. “Hi, daddy. So you got Dave East fine ass in the studio?” He laughs, shaking his head. “Girl, sit your fast ass down.” She laughs sitting down with me sitting next to her. “Oh dad, this is my friend I was telling you about. Y/n meet my dad, Clifford but just call him Method. Everybody else does, he hates his name.”

“That is true, only the real can call me Cliff. Nice to meet you, yeah, my daughter showed me a few of your covers on YouTube. When you gonna let me sign you?”

You were honored. Method fucking Man. He wanted to sign you, you always had a crush on Method Man. You though he was the finest man to walk the planet earth next to Idris Elba and Morris Chestnut, but, he was truly the one man you would not hesitate to fuck. Anywhere. You just couldn’t believe your best friend was his daughter. “I’m not signing to no labels right now but I’ll hear out your offer.” He smiled, his perfect teeth shined like new money. The neon lights reflected on the silver cap he had in his mouth, “Alright. I’ll put that together and get back with you.”

“Dad. What you wanted me to come by for?”

You and him couldn’t help but steal light glances at each other from time to time, he would be a fool to deny that he found you to be attractive. But he wouldn’t admit that out loud, you were after all the same age as his little girl and, he wasn’t about to go down that road. “I wanted you to come by because there’s a new female artist, Tima. I’m signing her soon and I need you to write a good track that’ll put her on the map; my plan is to release a single release party for her soon and get her some exposure.”

“This isn’t the seventeen year old, is it?”

He laughs. “Nah’. It’s not Alyssa. I dropped her from the label the minute she tried to get me to sleep with her.” It was amazing how open they were, I wasn’t this open with my father let alone my mother. “Okay, good. Cause’, she wasn’t going to make it too far in this game with her legs wide.” I snickered. He chuckled. “She would’ve made it far, but not for good reasons. Probably would die soon from AIDS. Or something. Any way, you can drop in tomorrow and get a feel of Tima. She reminds me of Brandy. She got a nice vibe to her, that old school vocals. So, I want something that’ll catch every one’s eyes and have them begging for more.”

“You know I’m a writer dad, but for somebody else? It’s difficult.”

He brushed the side of his face. “Alright well, talk to Chris for me. Ask him who helped him write that track Iffy? That shit was good.” She looked over at me, I chuckled. “I did.” He raised an eyebrow, “You write?” I nod my head, “I’ve written a couple songs. That was one.” He put out his blunt, “Yeah, I’ll definitely be doing business with you. Could you possibly do that for me?” I rubbed my arm. “I could but, I need to know what exactly you looking for in the music, the melody and all of that, need to get the feeling of the artist..the whole nine. I can’t just write on a whim.”

“What’re you doing tomorrow?”

She was one of my biggest supporters so it didn’t take her long to volunteer my services. “She will be here. But first dad, my girl doesn’t do this for free? How much we talking?” He looked at me. “How much do you want?” I had never been asked that question before, I didn’t exactly know how much I wanted, or what I wanted. “The pay is in your hands. You’re doing me a solid, I’ll take care of you. No worries.” He smiled. Y/f/n grinned over at you. “Dad, why don’t the two of you just talk this over tonight? I have an errand to run and I’ll be back to pick her up?” You was hesitant about that. “It’s up to her. I just finished up with Dave, I just gotta cut the track and do some last minute editing. So, I can show you some videos of Tima singing and you can get a feel of her vocals. I can actually drop you off at home..”

“Uh..” You was not trying to be alone with this man, but you trusted him, solely because he was your friends father.

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[rainbowsandwhumperflies]

whumptober day three!

No. 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.” Journal | Solitary Confinement | “Make it stop.”

tws: stabbing mention, torture themes, captivity, creepy whumper, noncon bath mention (nonsexual) (it's all written in a journal so it's more whumpee thinking about the things than them happening in real time)

2100 words

August 16

Whumper doesn’t make mistakes, especially not mistakes as big as leaving random shit in my cell. Everything they do is deliberate, which means that leaving this here had to be for some purpose. And really, it doesn’t take Whumper’s level of intricate planning to know not to leave valuable objects in the cell of your prisoner.

Well. I guess ‘valuable’ is subjective. This journal doesn’t look like much. Maybe twenty bucks at most if they went to Target instead of Walmart. It’s August right now, if I’ve been counting correctly—kids are buying back-to-school supplies. I’ll bet Whumper saw this displayed when they walked in and bought it as some sort of joke. Except, if they were going to make fun of me for this, they would’ve made a big deal about this while they were here. They wouldn’t have left it in the corner for me to find later, but I have a hard time believing it was left here by mistake.

So.

I think it must be for the back-to-school months. It’s for kids. They don’t sell these for adults unless you scour the internet for small businesses, which I can’t picture Whumper doing. And they don’t sell them for kids unless they’re preparing for school.

Still. A shark notebook. With matching shark gel pens. In different shark colors.

Whumper has to be playing some kind of game with me.

I used to journal all the time. Not coherently. I wouldn’t really write very much. I would tape little things in the pages and just write what they were next to them. I was terrified that if I didn’t document everything, there would be nothing left of me when I died. And maybe I was right, because the police haven’t found me and Whumper still has me and really, what confirmation do I have that anyone’s actually looking?

Well, anyway. If anyone at my funeral misses me, they’ll be able to look through catalogs of every receipt I’ve ever gotten. And random concert tickets and pressed flowers. There’s probably some candy wrappers in there too, with little handwriting about where I was when I ate the candy. I didn’t really look through them after putting things in there, but thinking about it now, they probably look cool. I’d actually really like to look back through them.

Maybe this is the game Whumper is playing. I write in this notebook, and they read through, and find out my deepest desires and thoughts, and they try to bribe me for the information they want.

Maybe they think I’ll write the information down right here. I’m not quite that stupid, actually. Still, this is one of Whumper’s games and I know that and I’m interacting with the game anyway, which is stupid. Whumper, if you read this, please don’t try to bribe me with my old diaries. Bribe me with something cool. Like one of those hot tubs where you can control all the individual jets.

This is stupid. Everything I’m writing in here is stupid. I don’t know why I’m doing this.

Maybe it’s the weird human interaction thing. I had a friend who used to tell me that lots of journaling was from people who had no one to talk to, so they talked to the void instead. She thought everyone was lonely. I think she was lonely.

Anyway, Dear Diary, welcome to wherever we are. I don’t actually know the location. I guess we’ll just have to find out.

August 17

Dear Diary,

I’m gonna have to find a better way to open these. I am not a twelve year old girl. “Dear Diary” is awkward, and also a little bit too fun and whimsical of a way to open a journal entry about getting stabbed.

I was stabbed today. If you were wondering. Yay.

And I was waiting to see if Whumper brought this notebook up while we were talking ("talking". lol), and they didn’t. So that’s just going to get ignored, I guess.

Medic might be here soon. They’re not mean in the same way as Whumper. They don’t cause me extra pain on purpose, but they’ve had to stitch me up a couple times, and even if the pain isn’t extra, it’s still painful.

Once I had to get held down while they patched me up. It was within the first few days of me being here. I was stupid, and wouldn’t stay still, because I wasn’t sure if Medic was here to help or hurt or somewhere in between. Some raggedy guy had to hold me down, and I’ve never seen him since. Medic definitely works here of their own free will, but that other guy might’ve been another prisoner. I think I’d actually like to see him again, to talk to if nothing else. Do you know how nice it would be to just have a normal conversation with someone for one day?

And do you know how long it’s been since someone hugged me? I was stabbed today, making that very low on my list of priorities, but it’s still there.

Fuck me. All these fancy shark pens and no erasers or whiteout. Yeah, I’m screwed if Whumper reads this.

August 19

I’ve decided to give up on introductions, because “Dear Diary” isn’t going to fly and I don’t know what else to put.

Anyway, someone was screaming today. I haven’t seen Whumper. I wonder if that’s why. It’s not like I find joy in other people’s pain, but if some stranger is getting tortured and keeping Whumper away from me, then

Well, obviously that’s not a good thing! Still! Because no one deserves to get tortured! I have a moral compass!

But also Whumper terrifies me and if I can go a day without seeing them, well, that isn’t exactly a bad thing, I think.

I was thinking, yesterday, about Caretaker. That’s a name I definitely will not be putting a last name to and probably shouldn’t have ever written where Whumper can read. But she’s looking for me, I think. She must be. She has to know I wouldn’t just disappear off the face of the earth, right? Whumper is good at what they do, but so is Caretaker. If anyone can find me, she can. I’m not sure how, because I don’t even know where I am, but I think she’ll figure it out.

Besides, I’m journaling. That means even if I can’t remember, which happens sometimes, we’ll have a record of what happened!! Well, I’m not actually very good at keeping records. But we’ll know that I was stabbed two days ago. And as of right now while I’m writing this out, we’ll know that it luckily was not deep enough to need stitches.

August 22

Dear Diary,

Cringe culture sucks and “Dear Diary” is a fine way to start these out, I think. I need to stop overthinking this. Introductory greetings to a piece of paper are not my biggest problem right now.

I think the biggest problem is actually that Medic bathed me this morning. Which was weird. For multiple reasons. The biggest one being that I was way grosser than I thought. The bath water was disgusting.

No, actually, the biggest reason it was weird is because my hair is the softest it’s ever been in my entire life. And Medic didn’t want to make small talk and wouldn’t tell me what brand of shampoo we were using. If I ever get out of this place, I’ll never be able to recreate the gorgeous thing my hair is right now.

If I ever get out of this place, Caretaker will smack me in the face with this notebook for not keeping a better record. Okay.

So, yesterday Whumper tortured me. The day before that, Whumper tortured me. The day before that, well, I think we get the picture.

Okay. Maybe a useful piece of information. There’s a window in my cell, and I can see the moon out of it. And I can see some stars, and I recognize the Orion constellation. That has to be helpful somehow, right?

My bones are going to rot in this place. That wouldn’t be helpful even if I could tell someone. Maybe this is actually the purpose of the journal: to remind me that there isn’t a single person I can talk to besides myself.

August 23

Dear DIary,

Yeah, no, the purpose of the notebook is definitely so that Whumper could find things out by reading it. They read it right in front of me this morning. I haven’t felt that awkward since that time my mom read through my text conversations when I was sixteen. And my mom never laughed at me, just sat there uncomfortably. Whumper laughed at everything I wrote.

Word travels fast here, I guess. Whumper hit my arm, Medic came in to patch me up, and apparently Medic had also heard about what I’d written. I already knew Whumper was going to read it, but Medic feels like a violation of privacy. At least they told me the shampoo brand after knowing how badly I’d wanted it. But Medic always has to be pompous and uppity and told me how my journaling looked from a psychology perspective.

(As if they’re smart enough for that. Their job is to sew people up so that a criminal can continue pulling the threads loose. It seems counterproductive.)

Anyway, Medic says I use this as a crutch for escapism. They said I’d write more about what’s actually being done to me if it was a record. They said that the journal would keep me just sane enough for Whumper to keep messing with me, which, okay. I’m trying not to think about that too much, because when I think about it I think it might be working, and that wouldn’t be ideal. I am trying to keep myself completely sane, actually. And it’s working better than Medic thinks.

Medic doesn’t know what they’re talking about. They don’t even know the difference between saw sharks and saw fish.

August 25

Dear Diary,

I was wrong. I was so so so wrong, I knew I shouldn’t have written down things that I wanted, because shit.

Whumper hugged me today.

Whumper fucking. They sat down on the floor of my cell, and they just, like, waited until I stopped shaking and started kind of petting my hair?

They laughed at me, when they were reading that I wanted a hug. But then today they hugged me, and when I started crying they started comforting me. And of course, of course I wanted to walk away, but once again, I can’t remember the last time I was hugged!

Whumper is playing games. It’s not real, and I know that, but it kind of felt real? And shit, Caretaker would be so much better at this than me. Caretaker would not fold just for a fucking hug, but last time someone touched me gently was before I even came here. And Caretaker isn’t here.

And I am tired. Okay? I am tired of getting hit every day for the sake of information that really is not that important to me. And maybe if I gave it to Whumper, they’d let me go, right? We’d figure things out from there, if I just gave them the information.

September 3

Dear Diary,

I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up for. Whumper is very good at physical torture, and better at psychological games. I can feel myself slipping, and I can’t even do anything to stop myself. Caretaker would be able to hold out, I bet, but I’m glad they’re not here, because I wouldn’t want them to have to. But Whumper was talking to me today, and they said that having one of Leader’s best strategists was more important to Leader winning than keeping their secret a secret. Whumper says that if I give up the information, I’ll go free, which is more valuable than the information.

I don’t really believe them. The fact that they have to try to convince me like this says a lot more than anything coming out of their mouth. But I’m tired. Leader can’t blame me for that. If they wanted me to keep my mouth shut, they would’ve come sooner. And I’m not going to pretend that Whumper has no ulterior motives, but at least they’re up front about it. And Whumper will let me go if I give up, and I am tired of being hurt.

Whumper has started bathing me, rather than Medic. Medic only touches me when I am injured, and their touch is cold and impersonal and I know how to deal with it. Whumper is so so gentle while they massage my scalp with one hand and dig fingers into old wounds with the other. I don’t know how to keep up with this. I’m tired. I don’t want to keep being hurt.

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