#luckily my work place usually plays like r&b and after maybe an hour or two then the music switched to that and hasn't switched back in the

[purplesurveys]

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A

What is your age? 22, but there’s less than a month to go before I turn 23.

What annoys you? Literally every single person who still supports the government at this point. For context, we are back to square one and we’re under the exact same quarantine imposed in March 2020 because of the surge in cases. Nothing has changed and nothing has been done in the last 365 days while people are getting hungrier and poorer. I’m done feeling hopeful for this country and I cannot wait to abandon it forever.

Do you have any allergies? Apparently, grass. Can’t be exposed to it for too long otherwise the skin on my thighs turn red and occasionally even get rashes.

B

Do you know anyone named Billy? Kind of, but they’re girls with their name spelled as Billie.

When is your birthday? April 21st and spending it in quarantine once again this year...

Who is your best friend(s)? Angela and Andi.

C

What's your favorite candy? I like gummy bears and worms. As for sweets, I really like Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, Butterfinger, Twix, and the Hershey’s Cookies and Creme bar.

When was the last time you cried? Maybe a day or two ago while watching a snippet from Caught in Providence.

Have you been out of the country? Yes.

D

Do you daydream? Not so much these days. I’ve been better at keeping my focus at work.

What's your favorite kind of dog? I love alllllll dogs, but I’d usually be wary of smaller dogs because 87% of the times I’ve met some, they’re aggressive or a bit moody. I don’t like stereotyping dogs as much as possible but because I’ve had direct experiences to back it up anyway, *shrug*

What day of the week is it? It’s a Sunday.

E

How do you like your eggs? Scrambled, poached, or an omelette with lots of fillings. Balut is also great.

Have you ever been in the emergency room? Only when I was born, I’m guessing.

What's the easiest thing ever to do? Idk, what comes easy to me might not be the same for others. But my answer would be to smile, regardless if it were genuine or otherwise.

F

Have you ever flown in a plane? Yeah, many times. The child-like excitement I get whenever I get on one will probably never go away, either.

Do you use fly swatters? No, my mom usually uses old shoebox covers or rolled-up scratch papers we have lying around to swat them.

Have you ever used a foghorn?: Only in video games lol, never in real life.

G

Have you pet a goat? I don’t think I have. I’ve pet lots of animals before but I don’t think a goat has been one of them yet.

Are you a giver or a taker? Giver, but I’ve been allowing myself to take more these days.

Do you like gummy candies? Love them.

H

How are you? We’ve entered summer weather now, so I feel hot and miserable. It’s also Sunday and I am stuck at home, which doesn’t make me the happiest camper.

What's your height? 5′1″ or a tiny tiny tiny bit taller than that.

What color is your hair? It’s black but on extremely rare occasions I’ll catch a single light brown strand when I play with my hair.

I

What's your favorite ice cream? Cookies and cream and chocolate chip cookie dough. My friend Leigh actually started her own ice cream shop recently and I bought her coffee crumble ice cream, and it is sooooooooo fuckinggggggggg good??????? It’s so rare to find coffee ice cream where I live period, so I’m fucking stoked to have a close friend who makes literally the best one and in generous servings too.

Have you ever ice skated? Many times as a kid. I was never formally trained, but it was something I wanted to try from watching other kids play in mall ice skating rinks; and when I did give it a shot, I ended up enjoying it. Luckily my mom was encouraging and actually frequently dropped me off at a rink so I can practice gliding and all for a few hours while she ran errands.

Have you cheated the IRS? That’s like an American tax thingy, right? We don’t have that here and my employer handles my TIN.

J

What's your favorite jelly bean? Not a big fan but if I had to have Jelly Belly, I obviously would want to get the pleasant-tasting ones.

Do you tell jokes? Yes.

Do you wear nice jewelry? Only on special occasions.

K

Do you want to kill anybody? I don’t want to kill anybody but I certainly wish a good number of public officials would finally die.

Do you want to have kids? Yes. I really wish I could still have a future with them. Thanks for the trauma, my real asshole of an ex.

Where did you have kindergarten? Somewhere.

L

Are you laidback? I doubt my friends would use this to describe me. I for sure lean more towards the uptight side of the spectrum.

Do you lie? Eh, occasionally.

When is the last time you sent a hand-written letter? I have no idea. Christmas 2019 maybe?

M

Ever talked in a microphone? Sure. Many times.

Do you still watch Disney Movies? I very rarely get in the mood for them if I’m by myself, but yes, I’d gladly sit down and watch should an opportunity come.

Do you like mangoes? No.

N

Do you have a nickname? 99% of people call me Robyn while my family calls me Byn, but there are a select few friends who’ve stayed long enough with me to catch other names I’ve gotten over the years, which have since become inside jokes/nicknames. There’s Reben and Rolayn, and literally just yesterday ‘Roby’ happened when I ordered food for lunch so that will probably catch on as well.

What’s your favorite number? 4.

Do you prefer night over day? Absolutely.

O

Are you an only child? No, I’m two siblings away from that status.

Do you wish this was over? I haven’t felt that way, no.

What is the closet orange object near you? An orange tumbler my Kuya gave me as a Christmas gift in 2019. There is also orange tape wrapped around the charger adaptor of my company laptop.

P

What one fear are you most paranoid about? Waking up in the middle of surgery and being unable to speak nor move.

Do you play any instruments? Nope.

Do you think you are pretty? Some days.

Q

Are you quick to judge people? No, unless they are already blatantly showing their character like being rude towards service staff, tossing their trash to the ground, or cutting in queues. Whenever those things happen I give myself the space and freedom to guiltlessly judge.

What do you keep quiet about? How dysfunctional my family really is, and the things I really want to say about Gabie.

Do you have any quirks? Food-wise, I like peeling off the breading from fried chicken and placing them on the side of my plate so I can eat them last, because they’re my favorite part.

R

What’s a good reason to cry? Frustration. Crying can be really helpful in lessening stress.

Do you think you're always right? No.

Do you watch reality TV? Not religiously, but I love watching snippets of reality shows on Facebook because they’re all so embarrassing and it’s hilarious to watch hahahahah. Literally last night I was watching clips of Big Ed on 90 Day Fiance.

S

Are you a social person? More so now than I was years ago.

What states have you lived in? I lived in Manila briefly but it didn’t take long till we transferred to another city for a more peaceful life in the suburbs.

What is your favorite season? I wanna say winter because of what I’ve seen from it in movies and shows, but I’ve never actually experienced it before.

T

When did you last sleep in a tent? Sometime in March or April last year.

Do you like tomatoes? Mostly in diced form. Tomato sauce is fine but I don’t really like it in my pasta. Bloody Mary also tastes rather awful.

What time did you wake up? 8:30 AM.

U

Do you have an umbrella in your car? I think so, yeah. I finally placed one in there lmao.

Do listen to Usher? Eh, not really. 2000s R&B isn’t my thing, save for Beyoncé.

Describe the underwear your wearing? It’s light blue.

V

What’s the worst veggie? I never learned to like pechay. I’d still eat it, but only because I like cleaning up my entire plate.

Do you like movies with violence? Some. Like I hate action movies but I enjoyed A Clockwork Orange and Scream lol.

Where do you want to go on vacation? I recently bookmarked an Airbnb in Zambales and the accommodation is basically this super cute line of tipi-styled huts by the beach. I'd love to have a solo trip push through once this Covid mess subsides.

W

Ever been on a wave runner? No.

Where do you work? I work in a PR company.

Do you wish on stars? Just sometimes.

X

Have you ever had an x-ray? Only for mandatory medical exams.

Do you own a xylophone? I think I had a toy one as a kid, but it’s not with me anymore.

Have you watched the x-games? No, not interested.

Y

What did you do yesterday? I stayed at home; ordered food for Angela as a surprise; debated if I should buy a pair of Air Maxes – and ultimately decided I’ve already spent too much this month to deserve a new pair of shows lol; and just settled to buy a new night lamp for my bedroom. I also watched the newest episode of 2 Days 1 Night and ate more of Leigh’s ice cream while doing work.

Do you like the color yellow? Only in mustard yellow. I also like the song Yellow, heh.

What year were you born?: 1998.

Z

Do you believe in the zodiac? No.

Has your bank account been at zero? No. I remember when I was first opening my own account at the bank and the clerk told me to make sure I don’t go below P2,000, and my intensely by-the-book ass has been following the rule ever since, even though my dad has told me it’s absolutely fine to go below it so long as I have P2,000 back in the account after a month hahaha.

Ever been to the zoo? A few.

#survey #surveys

[mira-shard]

Fluff Alphabet (Marina X Jae edition)

Thanks for tagging me @mizutoyama!  💖

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A= Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?) The first attractive thing Marina noticed was Jae's defiance of the rules. She strongly believes rules shouldn't always be followed. One of the most attractive things is how loyal Jae is to his family. Jae loves Marina's sense of adventure and loyalty. During their first trip to knockturn alley, she almost immediately became ride or die for him and loyalty means a lot to him.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?) Both of them always thought they'd grow up to have a family. But when the wizarding war came they decided to wait until everything was over and settled down. But life had other plans as it turns out Marina was pregnant during the final battle at Hogwarts. Once things had settled down they decided to expand their family when they both felt it was safe enough to do so.

C= Cuddle (How do they cuddle?) Preferbably with Jae on his back and Marina on top of him. Marina's very clingly while cuddling and Jae likes being able to grab a drink while cuddling cause she ain't getting up for hours (Not like he actually minds)

D= Dates (What are dates with them?) As long as it's the two of them and they're having fun away from the castle? It's a date. Sometimes when they're joking around they call detention a date.

E= Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)) Marina: You're my safe place. Jae: You're my partner in crime. Marina: .... This shit is equally dope. Jae & Marina: You won't believe the kinda shit that comes out of this kid's throat (I had to, they totally would)

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?) Alright, so I actually wanted to write a two shot fic about them realising their feelings for one another but basically; Marina realised it when he was comforting her after she broke down from the pressure of the portrait vault. When Jae told her she was just one girl and that it's okay to take a step back for her own sake, she felt really seen and vulnerable and that made her realise it. Jae realised his feelings during a divination class. They were paired up together and sure, he thought she was attractive but when he noticed how sweaty his palms were and she just took his mind of it by talking about a prank they could pull on Pitts or adding something other than sandwhiches to the menu. It was those little things that made him think "Oh, shit. I love her."

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?) Iiiiiiii honestly don't know if this question is like, slightly NSFW?? But considering it's the fluff alphabet XD Yes, they're quite gentle with one another. Sometimes they can play a bit rough, like wrestling or shoving one another, but most of the time they're careful around each other.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?) They actually rarely hold hands. They prefer to link arms cause, well, when you're walking through knockturn alley it's quicker to draw your wand that way. Plus Marina likes staying as close as possible.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?) Marina immediately noticed Jae was a joker during their first detention together. When they talked about the things they did to get into detention she thought he was sneaky and someone who would sell her out to Dumbledore for a galleon. Luckily, he proved her that that assumption was completely incorrect. Jae thought she was kinda cueless when he saw her stare at the bread in confusion. He assumed she never had to do it before and was probably a rich kid who would complain about detention. Some of their first assumptions about each other are completely inaccurate but they got ofter those assumptions once they spent more time together.

J= Jealousy (Do they get jealous?) Marina gets jealous easier than Jae does. Marina's jealousy mostly stems from her own insecurity and can be a little bit petty about it, but Jae isn't one to avoid confrontation and calls her out on it if she's acting up when they're in private. Jae rarely gets jealous cause he's quite easy going and is confident in Marina's feelings about him. On the rare occasion that he does get jealous, Marina noticed quickly and gets a bit more affectionate and PDA to reassure him non verbally.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?) Some quick pecks during detention or in the library are quite common. But the longer ones are in places where they can be alone, both prefer privacy and aren't that much into PDA. Unless Jae is in a teasing mood. As for their first kiss, it was in the restricted section of the library. The two snuck in to find something they could use with either the vaults or useful information. Marina noticed a book she also had at home that she loved reading as a child. She started fangirling slightly cause it's very advanced magic and Jae thought she looked so adorable, like a kid in a candy store, so he couldn't help himself and kissed her.

L= Love (Who says ‘I love you first?) Marina did, in their seventh year. I still need to figure out a few of the details there.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?) Probably will be the summer festival side quest. Will definetely write a one shot about it once it comes out. But for now I'd say the time they made fudge together for Pitts.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil one another? Do they buy the person they love everything?) Jae gives small gifts from time to time, like a banned item he think she'd like or find useful. Most of his gifts are practical or cute. Sometimes he wishes he could spoil her more but Marina reminds him she prefers his company over anything material. Marina comes from a very wealthy family and loves spoiling her friends, but sometimes she takes it a bit too far. Jae doesn't mind it that much but had to explain to her that sometimes he prefered a hug over some kind of expensive item. That conversation took place a few times before Marina finally managed to reel it in. (She still goes all out on occasions like Christmas or Jae's birthday-) 

O=  Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?) Marina immediately thinks of yellow, cause of the signarture "gold" hoodie. Jae thinks of purple, without a doubt.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?) They only started using pet names to tease one another but somewhere along the line they started saying some of them unironically. Mostly in private, tho. Marina's usual pet name for Jae is "darling," and Jae only ever really calls her "kitten." Altho that one is purely to tease her for her animagus form.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?) Exploring Hogwarts. The castle is very old and has more secret passways and tunnels than they could probably ever find.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?) So there's a hidden room in the dungeon that's under the black lake and is entirely made of glass. The ceiling, the floor, the walls, you can see trough it all, as if you were in the lake. These two love to just go there and stare at all the mermaids and sea life that goes by while they sneak in some blankets, pillows and some butterbeer.

S = Sad (How do they cheer each other up?)

When Marina is upset, physhical affection works almost always. Something as simple as holding her for a few minutes calms her down pretty often. She just needs a safe spot to let all the tears out.

When Jae gets sad, he rants to let it out. He paces around in the room while ranting and Marina listens quietly. Once he's done she'll pull him in for a hug and tries to talk about whatever the issue is. If Jae doesn't want to talk about it, she'll start making stupid, corny jokes to make him laugh.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?) Practically anything. For Jae it's cooking, pranks, how to bend the rules, hobbies and interest and funny/weird things he noticed. Marina loves talking about advanced magic, gossip she learned from the mermaids, quidditch or joking around in general.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?) Jae likes to take long walks outside of the castle to help him relax. Marina prefers to stay in a room with some music on, where she won't have to do anything but just breathe. If they both need to relax they often just take a quaffle and toss it around while making small talk.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?) Jae likes to brag from time to time, most of the times it's about a new recipe that he got in one try, or an especially difficult item that he managed to sneak in. Marina mainly brags about things related to quidditch. Only very sometimes when people are being annoying she brags about the cursed vaults to make a point.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?) Hehehehe, no spoilers ;)

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?) Can't help but immediately think of Rollercoaster by Bleachers, not sure why. They don't really have a song yet, but maybe that'll change?

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?) Honestly? Neither never thought about it seriously in the beginning. It's about two years after they graduated when they decide together that they'll start considering it but sadly then rumors about voldemort returning showed up.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?) Marina wanted a kneazle, Jae a crup pup. They end up getting both and named them, ironically, Merlin and Arthur.

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Tagging @hanihonii perhaps you would like to do it~? Cause I wanna know more about Stephanie and Ben  👀

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[thecrystalquill]

The Taming of the Shrew

A/N: hey hey it’s chapter 1!! Let me know if you want to be tagged or if I missed you out at all. And don't forget to read the intro bc I swear it's important that you get it!! Enjoyyyyy! :)

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Chapter 1: Technically-Philosophy and a Battle Against Society

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Bianca Stratford was absolutely beautiful. Her short light-brown hair bounced at her shoulders and her eyes shone with an adorable sense of innocence - and by Merlin did her yellow robes suit her exquisitely. She sat in the courtyard on this particular afternoon, talking away with her friends and practically glowing in the sunlight. No wonder Regulus Black was completely infatuated with her - she was truly stunning.

“Staring again?” A voice beside him interrupted, causing Regulus to flinch back and tear his eyes away from the girl. Of course his best friend would catch him at a time like that - it was almost as if he did it on purpose. “I honestly don't get what you see in her though, mate. I mean, I get it, she's cute and all, but really?”

Regulus was almost offended by his friend’s lack of attraction towards the girl, shaking his head in an almost practiced defiance that showed how they'd had this conversation before. “What are you talking about? She's completely perfect, and smart and funny an—”

“—And how would you know?” Jacob mocked, moving his strawberry-blond hair out of his eyes. “You’ve never even talked to her.”

“That's not true…” Regulus muttered, frowning defeatedly.

Jacob scoffed. “Oh, forgive me. How could I forget? She asked to borrow a pencil once in second year and you told her she could keep it - such a romantic moment. I'm sure she's treasured that lump of lead ever since—”

“—Oh shut it will you?” Regulus elbowed him in the ribs, walking back towards the school slowly, hoping to catch a word of the girl's conversation as they would soon pass. “She's completely pure!”

“Not to mention vein.”

“Don't be ridiculous!” Regulus argued as they neared the group, “she's so—”

“—Supercilious?”

“No, you're wrong.” Reg replied, rolling his eyes. “She isn't like that at all, she's sweet and mindful and—”

“—Mhmm,” Jacob interjected again, “and deep, I'm sure…”

“Well you see, there's a difference between like and love,” they overheard, glancing over to Bianca and her friends, Regulus feeling a little smug after his friend's last sarcastic comment, “because I like my Witches Weekly subscription, but I love my Monthly Magical Makeup parcels.”

Feeling slightly less smug, Regulus continued walking as his friend snickered behind him. Well, he thought, it was still technically philosophy…

“Look, Reg,” Jacob continued, wrapping an arm around his shoulders comfortingly, “I’m just saying, you could do so much better than her.” It wasn’t that he didn’t necessarily approve of Regulus’ love interest, he just didn’t want him getting his heart broken by a girl that wouldn’t give him the time of day; he didn’t need that, Jacob decided, and he would be much better off falling for someone a little more in his reach – Bianca wasn’t even allowed to date, no matter how much she might want to. But never the less, Regulus just wouldn’t listen.

  “So, how was your day?” Lily asked, strolling next to the (y/h/c) in the hallway, handing her bag over so she could wrap her robe around her waist, whereas (Y/N) had discarded hers long ago.

The girl shrugged carelessly. “Oh, y’know, people suck, teachers suck, school sucks. The usual, really.”

The red-head laughed and nodded along; it couldn’t be denied, could it? “Well, on the plus side, we only have just almost two years until we can leave.” She reassured – she always has been the more empathetic of the two.

“I can’t wait two years,” (Y/N) groaned, feeling her life being wasted away by hours spent doing homework, “I want to get as far away from here as possible – Australia maybe.” She half-joked, smirking at her friend.

“Well, until then, how about we go change then do our homework by the lake today?”

“Absolutely.”

The nearest common room was Slytherin, which was of course where they went; luckily the two did this so often, that they both had clothes in each other’s dorms. Some thought it odd – a Slytherin and a Gryffindor being such close friends – some even frowned at the very idea, but the two had known each other for so long (even before Hogwarts, having lived in the same area and going to the same park) that something as silly as a house rivalry could certainly never separate them. And it only sometimes became a problem with having their clothing in the same draws; Lily was somewhere between sweet and girly and incredibly casual in her style. Whereas, (Y/N) had taken more of a tomboy fashion in these last years. Still, they would occasionally accidentally wear each other’s things – but hey, who cares?

The girls changed and re-packed their satchels with only the essentials before heading out again. Just as they stepped through the exit, their conversation was interrupted by an incredibly pretentious noise. “Well if it isn’t Stratford and her little Gryffindor pet,” Malfoy teased, only to show off to his party of snot-nosed prats. “What’s with the camouflage? Running off to that muggle military, are you? Let’s hope you don’t come back any time soon.” He laughed with his peers, obviously thinking he had offended her – which would be pretty impossible for him, given that (Y/N) would have to actually value his opinion in the first place.

She did nothing but roll her eyes in response, “Keep walking, Lucy,” she dismissed with a wave of her hand, then continued on her route. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of a reaction; besides, calling him ‘Lucy’ was revenge enough.

Malfoy scoffed and angrily lead his friends into the common room, annoyed that his attempt was so easily deflated.

“Oough! Sometimes I really just want to hit him in the throat,” Lily growled, curling her fists at her sides. She hated Malfoy – they both did. He was a bully and an arrogant pureblood supremist who thought he could do anything just because he was loaded, of course they hated him! “Seriously, (Y/N/N), just give me the word and I’ll throttle him – I will!”

“I don’t doubt that, Lils,” she assured, shaking her head slightly in amusement. ‘Gryffindors’, she thought. “But if you really want to hurt him, I’d suggest going straight for the pride – cut off the ponytail.”

“Oof, that’s just evil… I like it.” She amused, subconsciously playing with her red hair.

It was an unusually sunny day today, considering that it was mid-October, but it wasn’t time for the snow just yet so they would make the most of their time while it was still dry, albeit quite cold. They sat against a tree on a plain of grass not far from the Clocktower Courtyard, and started working on whatever work they were given today; luckily enough, there wasn’t as much as usual.  “So…” Lily began, with a smirk that (Y/N) was both concerned and proud of, “off to join the military, are you?” They eyed each other playfully for a moment, occasionally glancing at their outfits before neither could contain their smiles.

“In a way, yes.” The Slytherin laughed and rolled her eyes mockingly, “I’m preparing for my inevitable battle against society.” She answered seriously, the corners of her mouth turning upward slightly as she looked down at her outfit: her comfiest cargo pants, her favourite boots, and obviously the camo-patterned vest she wore under her jacket. She looked comfortable, that was for sure, and anything but girly. But what was the social ideal of beauty compared to complete comfort?

Lily snorted. “Ever the dramatic, aren’t we?” She wasn’t surprised at all, to be frank. (Y/N) was very opinionated – which was a good thing, as far as they were concerned – and often felt at war with her peers and their social norms, so it was no shock that her style could reflect that; she always wore whatever she felt like anyway, regardless of what anyone would think. Lily hadn’t noticed that she had been too lost in thought to notice that (Y/N) had given up on her homework and was now reading a book. Frowning, Lily nudged her side to break the Slytherin out of her novel-induced trance. “Hey, you’re supposed to be doing Herbology,” she scolded; their observational notes still needed to be translated into read-able sentences and then converted into a short essay, “it has to be done by tomorrow afternoon.”

(Y/N) shrugged and turned a page. “Then I’ll do it tomorrow, at lunch. Right now though, I just want to relax a bit, yeah? Enough work for one day.” It was a new book that she was reading, having purchased it before the summer came to an end, and only now had she gotten enough time to make it past chapter two. It was an old muggle classic – as many of her books were – written in 1815 by Jane Austen. She wasn’t quite sure if she liked it or not yet, but (Y/N) was determined to make it at least half-way through.

“What are you reading, anyway?” Lily asked, still scribbling away at her parchment; she really was such a perfectionist when it came to her studies, making sure each sentence was clear and specific. “Any good?”

Lifting the book up higher in front of Lily, (Y/N) continued to read, letting her friend read the title and blurb. “S’fine I guess, can’t tell yet,” she mumbled, refusing to remove her eyes from the page.

“Picky…” scoffed the Gryffindor beside her, earning a kick in the foot, “just don’t forget about your homework, okay?”

(Y/N) only waved a hand in her direction. Although, she soon became bored of her book –  five chapters later –  and turned her head back to Lily, who seemed to be finishing her work already. How long had she been reading? “Lils, what time is it?” She asked, sitting a little straighter.

For about a minute and a half, Lily did nothing to answer the question, just held a finger up as she finished writing, crossing out a couple of things and replacing them; only when she read over the page to make sure that everything was correct and written as intended did she finally give her friend her attention. They stared at each other for a beat, until Lily recalled what was asked of her and looked down to the dainty watch on her wrist. “Half five,” She informed, catching the (y/h/c)’s eyes widen, “why?”

The Slytherin quickly started to pack away her things and stood. “I have to meet at my dad’s tonight, said I’d be there by five at the latest. I got to go – see you later, okay?” She rushed.

“What? No…” Lily complained, “lunch ends at seven, I don’t want to have to fend Potter off on my own!”

Five times a week, the Stratfords would meet at their family’s personal quarters – or rather, Professor Stratford’s personal quarters – to have a family meal and catch up and all that. It was usually quite tedious, but her father would go absolutely insane if they didn’t go – the man had issues. “I’m sure you’ll be fine for a while, I’m not your only friend y’know.”

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[pocket-full-of-wonder]

oh ! same anon but i was wondering if you could do number 5 for the drabbles ! preferably w kags asking for help if its not too much trouble 🥺

oh heck yea!!!! most of the qp kagehina series so far has been kags lookin after hina which is BLESSED but i have been meaning to showcase more of the vice versa so thank you v much!!!! ~~

((ngl i had such a hard time deciding exactly wHAT scenario i wanted to go with and bounced through a good 5-6 of them before finally settling on this one and it’s made me want to write a small collection of ficlets centered around the two of them learning to be vulnerable around each other and ask for help more openly jkjlkjlSDF))

((#5: First time asking for help))

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They’ve been living together for two months. In the grand scheme of things, that isn’t a very long time, and they don’t plan to stop at two months, either. Or even two years, granted their impending futures don’t pull them apart–and if it does, and they’ve talked about the fact that it most likely, inevitably will, there’s nothing to keep their futures from aligning again. 

For now, though, it’s been only two months. Long enough for them to settle into a routine, long enough to memorize each other’s good/bad habits and pick up the slack wherever needed. It’s a nice system they have in place of taking care of things around the apartment, who prepares/purchases their meals, who waters the house plants, this that and the other. It’s a system that works and a system they love. Tobio certainly wouldn’t trade it for anything. 

Except, he wakes up one Friday morning feeling like someone’d taken a sledgehammer to his head and mint to his sinuses, and there’s barely enough coherency in his befuddled mind to think oh, no. 

Two months, perhaps, isn’t nearly long enough a time to experience everything that comes with a) being in a partnership but also b) seeing each other sick in said partnership.

Tobio doesn’t get sick often, he never has, but he knows from the moment he wakes up that accursed morning that he’s going to go down hard. That’s always how it’s been; he doesn’t get sick, but when he does get sick, he gets really, really sick. Sick enough that his panicked father has driven him down to the ER at ungodly hours.

But now he’s eighteen, and living with Shouyou, and he has a routine and a job and a crash course of general college ed and a boss and bills and of course a partner, god, Shouyou–

He isn’t going to know, he resolves to himself, barely ten minutes after waking up. Usually the first day isn’t that bad. I’ll power through today and spend tomorrow in bed, I’ll sleep it off.

And power through, he does. Maybe he doesn’t do it well or completely subtly, but he does. He keeps every conversation with Shouyou brief and makes excuses about leaving early when he really doesn’t have to. Shouyou questions the integrity of his words (and his footing, too, actually–Tobio would kick himself for being so obvious if he weren’t already staggering into walls) but can’t discern the problem well enough to call him out on anything. 

So Tobio goes to work that afternoon at a job he hasn’t had long enough to hate or love. He’s only a dishwasher, luckily, and the restaurant’s only open for lunch so he doesn’t even have that long of a shift. He plows through, makes it through. It’s his night to get dinner so he takes care of that, too, bringing home ramen from their favorite hole in the wall joint. Shouyou won’t stop glancing up at him throughout dinner, but doesn’t question him. He does, however, offer to do Tobio’s part of the dishes. 

Which. 

Tobio would say he could power through that, too, but his head is pounding and he’s kind of scared if he moves too much more tonight he’ll throw up and he really, really doesn’t want that. All he has to do is pretend to be okay for just a little bit longer and then tomorrow he can sleep this whole mess away.

“Are you okay?” Shouyou asks later that night. His hands are covered in soap suds and he’s splashed some dishwater on the front of his shirt, sponge in left hand and bowl in right. “You haven’t been acting like yourself today.” 

“I’m fine,” Tobio says (lies, lies, why does he feel like he has to lie to Shouyou of all people?), but doesn’t let go of the counter’s edge. He doesn’t loosen his grip on it, either. He’s not sure he can. “Are you sure you’ve got the dishes? I don’t mind drying them.” 

“Nah, it’s cool,” Shouyou says, shrugging. “I’ve got an audiobook I was planning to listen to, so it’s fine. You kinda look dead on your feet, I think you should go to bed.” 

It sounds like the best idea Shouyou has had in a very long time, but Tobio of course doesn’t say that. He nods, swallows down his nausea and barely remembers to say, “Goodnight, Shouyou,” before he’s turned and stumbled down the hall toward the bedroom. Shouyou returns the sentiment, but Tobio barely hears it over the ringing in his ears. When had that started? Fantastic. 

He faceplants his side of the bed (which is something mutually decided between them, that they never really talked about or discussed, it just sort of… happened) and breathes in a long, deep breath, relishing the ease on his feet and eyes and skull and god, please stop pounding, please stop pounding, please stop.

He clenches his teeth and digs his fingernails into the sheets. His eyes are burning, and he doesn’t know why, and it’s all he can do to turn his face into the pillow and croak, “Sh-Shit,” when he knows Shouyou isn’t around to hear it. 

In the back of his mind, he’s still resolved to never let Shouyou know about this. He’ll just sleep it off, he’ll be fine, he’s fine, this is fine, Shouyou doesn’t have to know. Tobio isn’t going to disrupt this routine, he isn’t going to ruin the first time in his whole life he’s felt 100% accepted and loved. He isn’t going to ruin it. He ruined it once, with old teammates in a worse time, and he isn’t going to ruin it again. 

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Tobio wakes up in the middle of the night and feels like he’s dying. All those times he was sick before, all those times he was hospitalized as a child because his body couldn’t fight off the fever on its own, or because he was dehydrated–nothing compares to this, nothing could. 

His eyes burn with tears before he’s coherent enough to know why. His head is–

Shit. 

Shit, shit, shit, his head–

It overwhelms his thought process, every coherency he thought he had, and it goes ahead and takes over all the coherency he’d been grasping for. It hurts, it pulsates like there are fireworks going off inside of it, ping-ponging against the insides and outsides of his skull, then catching in orbit and spiraling round and round and round androundandroundandround–

He’s not even sitting up why is he spinning– 

He’s pulling his hair, grinding his teeth hard enough to worsen the pounding, squeezing his eyes shut against the impending tears he doesn’t think he has the energy to stop, and no amount of digging his nails into his skull makes it any more bearable, it doesn’t dissipate at all, nothing helps– 

He can feel Shouyou’s warmth beside him, somehow, in the back of his mind and nearly overwhelmed by everything else. Shouyou is sleeping soundly on his own half of the bed, vibrant hair almost too bright to look at in the dark space. Tobio wants to squeeze his eyes shut again but there’s something comforting about Shouyou’s presence in the darkness. Even if he is sleeping. 

Don’t ruin this. Don’t ruin this. Don’t ruin this. 

His head burns. It courses through him like poison, hitting every soft spot and hard spot alike. There’s acid in his throat brought up by the pound in his skull and his stomach is in knots. His chest hurts. He feels like he does after playing a match for too long and trying too hard. Only worse.

Don’t ruin this don’t ruin this don’t ruin this don’t ruin this

He can’t. 

It hurts and it burns and he can’t. 

Don’truinthisdon’truinthisdon’truinthis–

“Sh-Shou–” He chokes that much out before he hauls back, clenching his teeth, yanking his hair, digging his fingernails into his scalp. He hopes he hasn’t drawn blood, but he can’t tell and barely cares. “Sh-Shouyou, please–” 

This time he manages to detangle one hand and reach out, giving Shouyou a poke on the shoulder. Shouyou is the lighter sleeper of the two, and it doesn’t take much to rouse him. He stirs, shifts, and the slight jostle of the bed almost makes Tobio throw up. 

“Mngn? W’ssup?” 

You’re going to ruin it you’re going to ruin it you’re going to r

Tobio gulps back whatever’s in his throat, tears, bile, it doesn’t matter anymore and he can’t tell up from down. “Shou, I–” (Shouyou freezes. Tobio can’t see his face. His voice doesn’t feel like his own and it only worsens the hurt.) “Pl–Please, I–help me–” 

It’s barely audible. He doesn’t know how Shouyou hears it. 

Shouyou is sitting up at once, hands on Tobio’s shoulders. One trails up to touch his face. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Shouyou’s voice is wide awake, if shaky. “What happened? Tobes?” 

“S-Sick.” Tobio forces it out, chokes on the exertion. “My head, I–c-can’t–” 

“Okay.” Shouyou’s voice is somewhat steadier now. But just somewhat. “Okay, okay. It’s okay, you’re okay. Is it just your head? What else?” 

“D-Don’t know.” He thought he’d feel worse waking Shouyou, but hearing his voice, feeling his touch, eases him into a certain sense of calm. It doesn’t ease the pain, but it helps him cope with it. “I-It just–it just hurts, it hurts–really bad–” 

“Okay, okay.” Shouyou’s hand presses to his forehead, smooths back his hair. “Yeah, that’s a fever. Hey–” His opposite hand comes to settle on Tobio’s. “Let go, okay? You’re gonna hurt yourself. You can hold my hand instead if you want, okay? It’s okay, just let go.”  

He gently unclenches Tobio’s fingers from his hair, somehow, and threads their hands together immediately. Tobio wants to cry. He could already be crying for all he knows. Shouyou’s fingers card through his hair and it makes the pain just a little more bearable. Tobio leans into it and tries to breathe. 

Shouyou sits with him and lets Tobio rest his head on his thigh. Everything is muddled and hazy and now that Shouyou is holding his hand, and petting his hair, he can close his eyes again and still have reassurance of Shouyou’s presence. 

“Hey.” Shouyou’s voice is quiet. “Hey, I need to get you some medicine, okay? And take your temperature. I won’t be gone a minute, I’ll even run.��

Shouyou has run through the apartment before, and almost skidded out and concussed himself on the table. Even in pain and barely there, Tobio manages to grind out, “Don’t you friggin dare.”

Shouyou laughs quietly. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, I won’t. But I’ll be back as fast as I can, okay? Hang in there.” 

He keeps his promise (he must) because the next thing Tobio knows, he’s in Shouyou’s lap again with a thermometer being held under his tongue and what feels like a cold plaster on his forehead. He must have zoned out.

The thermometer is pulled back. Shouyou hisses. “Oh. Yikes. Okay, but it’s not as high as I was scared of. I think you’ll be okay–I’m still gonna give you some medicine, though, do you think you can stomach it? Was that a stupid question?” 

Tobio turns his face into Shouyou’s stomach with a moan he doesn’t remember making. Shouyou’s fingers run through his hair again soothingly. 

“Okay, we’ll wait on the medicine. How’s your head now?” 

“Distant.” Shouyou is a good distraction. He’s just loud enough and just present enough. Never too much. “Th-Thanks.” 

“Aw, you don’t gotta thank me. But you’re welcome, anyway. Does anyone in your family get migraines? My mom used to get them–maybe being sick triggered one?”

Tobio is zoning out again. Something about Shouyou’s voice is just. Nice. It does bring up the pain in his head, but it’s a worthy trade-off. 

“Is this why you were so weird today?” Shouyou asks, in a voice that suggests he already knows the answer and isn’t expecting one, anyway. “You should’ve told me sooner, stupid. I would’ve helped.” 

“S-Sorry,” Tobio croaks, and somewhere in the pit of his stomach not yet claimed by nausea is guilt, just as sickening. “D-Didn’t… wa-wanna throw it all on you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Wanted you to be able to rely on me.” His head still pounds but it’s a little easier to talk, now that he’s been doing it. “Gotta keep up with my half of the d-deal. C-Couldn’t… let you down.” 

“Oh my god are you for real?” 

Tobio has to bite the inside of his cheek. “I…” 

“Wait, no, seriously. After everything we’ve been through, all those years, every volleyball match and every confided secret and literally everything, you don’t think I rely on you?”

Tobio shrinks back and feels suddenly small, vulnerable in a way he hadn’t meant to be. “I–I don’t know.” 

Shouyou sighs, but there’s no small amount of endearment in it, and he strokes Tobio’s hair again and squeezes his hand.

“I’ve always been able to rely on you, Tobio. Little things, big things, all of it. I don’t think there’s ever been a time where I felt like I couldn’t trust you.”

“B-But–” Tobio tries to think, tries to find logic behind his emotions but he’s in pain and he feels terrible and Shouyou is just, Shouyou and he can’t filter himself. “But you can’t now, I-I don’t know if I c-can do everything I’m supposed to tom-tomorrow or th-this week and I–” 

“Tobio.“ Shouyou cuts him off, flicks his shoulder lightly. “You are. So stupid.” 

It’s said with such fondness that it makes Tobio’s head spin. Again. “Wh-What?” 

“’What’?” Shouyou repeats in the same disarmingly sincere tone. “Tobio, I love you. You know that I love you. And maybe we’ll be burdens on each other every now and then, but that doesn’t–change anything. That’s just part of what it means to have relationships, sometimes we do have to pick up each other’s slack. And I don’t mind picking up yours, because I love you. You do the same for me all the time.” 

Tobio’s heart is tight, and so is his throat. “I-I–Shou–” 

Shouyou’s thumb traces his cheek, and it’s only now Tobio realizes he’d started crying. “I know you’re sick right now, and you don’t feel like yourself, and this is probably a conversation we should have when you’re feeling better, but. Yeah. Sorry, I should’ve saved the emotional compromisation for another time, huh?” 

It draws a hoarse laugh from Tobio, one that quickly turns into a pained yelp that has him clenching his teeth and Shouyou wrapping an arm around his shoulders to pull him in closer. 

“Sorrysorrysorrysorry,” Shouyou hurries, a little frantic. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were gonna laugh–It wasn’t funny, moron, you’re ridiculous–” 

Tobio gets his breath back, and his head is still pounding, but this time all he can feel is worn down and exhausted. Especially with Shouyou holding him this close, with Shouyou this warm, with his hands stroking his hair and side.

“Really, though, Shou,” Tobio breathes out. “Thank you. I’ll tell you. Next time.” 

“Good, good.” Shouyou is calm again, and it calms Tobio further. “You should get some sleep, I’ll turn off your alarms for tomorrow. And if I wake up and you’re doing chores, I may in fact kick you.” 

“Noted.” 

Shouyou squeezes his hand. “Take it easy, alright? I love you.”

“Love you, too.” 

Shouyou hums an acknowledgment, and strokes Tobio’s hair gently long after Tobio has fallen asleep. 

#haikyuu!! #fanfiction #fanfic #kagehina #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #queerplatonic relationships #qpr kagehina #prompt fill #cloud writes #sickfic #THIS WAS SO SOFT TO WRITE AA TY SM FOR THE PROMPT!!~ #i love these kiddos so muCHH #anytime i can write some good hurt/comfort is a good day #i really hope you liked this!!! #im big love these kiddos aa theyre so soft n good

[roxybefab]

The Ink Artist

The art classroom was quiet, the only sound heard was Riley’s even breathing and the sound of the ink covered pen she held.

Her animation was almost complete and many basic sketches of the two main characters littered the table she sat at. She was currently working on an idea for her next episode.

Her wavy chocolate brown locks were in a loose side braid.

She was about average height but still wore heeled brown boots to make her look a bit taller. Her body was what she considered ‘fluffy’, an excuse for her slightly chubby body.

She wore a baggy hooded plaid shirt, red and black, and black leggings underneath.

Her eyes, hazel and huge, were protected by a pair of big round glasses and her cheeks were rosy.

Her skin was beige (although it was hard to tell by the ink that covered her hands), similar to most hispanic people, and her lips, plump, were a gorgeous shade of pink.

The door opens and in comes Amanda Mary Drew, Riley’s best (and only) friend.

Mandy was a pretty and kind girl.

Like Riley, she was ‘fluffy’ and sported rosy cheeks.

Her skin was a bit lighter and she wore some fake glasses, which she claimed were repelling blue light, that made her look good and smart at the same time.

“H..Hey, Muh-muh...Mands!” the brunette’s face turned a light pink in embarrassment as she struggled to speak. She sighs and looks down to keep working on the outline.

Mandy smiles at her, a quiet ‘hey’ leaving her lips as she sat down beside her.

“So, you’re still working on these two goofs, huh?” Mandy picks up the paper, the two main characters from before on the paper.

Riley smiles and nods.

The names Candy and Charlie were in big letters and two children were on the page. Both looked to be made of candy, marshmallows, and sported crowns on their heads. The girl, Candy, and the boy, Charlie, both siblings. Mandy smiles back and puts the drawing back down.

“Hey, did you hear? Jeff killed someone else.” Riley perks up at the familiar name, her attention turning to the smaller female as she opens her bag and pulls out a newspaper. The words, ‘JEFF STRIKES AGAIN’ on the front. It showed a picture of a woman, crying, holding her child. The little boy had a grin cut into his face and you could see that he was stabbed multiple times. Riley smirks to herself, opening the paper and reading,

Jeff the Killer strikes again, murdering a twelve year old boy by the name of Allen. He was found in his bed, stabbed about twenty times and a smile carved into his face. Police haven’t found him quite yet and it is very obvious that they are getting frustrated with how this killer keeps escaping from them—

She sighs, handing it back to Mandy who takes it and shoves it in her bag.

“Hey, wanna g-go out and get suh-suh-something? Lunch starts i-i-in thirty muh-muh-minutes and I really whu-whu-want some Mcdonalds.” Riley suddenly asks, putting down her pen and getting up to stretch. She heard Mandy let out an ‘Okay.’ as she begins putting away her supplies.

“I’m home!” Riley groans in annoyance, turning up the volume of the tv. A cartoon was playing, Spongebob is what the brunette remembered it was called, and Riley couldn’t help but ignore her mother’s boyfriend when he walked in the room with a bag of chinese takeout.

“Hey, dude!” he exclaims once he sees her, a smile on his face as he sits next to her. She smiles at him, “Hey, Duh-Duh-Dylan” leaving her lips before she goes back to her drawing. She hears the crinkling of the plastic bag , the smell of orange chicken and chow mein hitting her as soon as she looks up at him with a questioning look on her face.

He was young, 34 from what Riley remembered, with dark fluffy hair and an average body. He was always around, more than Riley’s mom, and Riley couldn’t help but feel like he was her father. He smiles his huge, white smile at her as he started to put food on a plate.

“Your mom is gonna work late,” he hands her the plate, “So I decided we could hang out.”

“Yeah, t-th-that sounds c-cool.” she smiles, putting her sketchbook down as she starts to dig in.

“So, you still drawing in ink only?” he asks before taking a bite of his food. Riley nods, glancing down at the inked sketch from before.

“Maybe t-t-tomorrow I’ll c-c-color it?” Dylan laughs, making the teen lift a brow.

“What’s s-so fuh-funny?” She asks, slightly glaring at him.

“Kid, you always say that! Last week you said you’d color in the last one but you ended up not doing it.”

“Yeah, but that d-d-doesn’t mean I-I-I won’t th-th-this time!”

Riley remembered how she only colored her art when her dad was around. When he died she stopped adding color in anything. She remembered her dad, a tall and cheerful man who loved his family more than anything.

But things change.

An hour passed, it was now 10:30 of the night and Villainous was now playing on the tv.

Riley yawns, drawing in ink like always and glancing at her soon to be step father. He was watching the spanish cartoon intently, chuckling whenever Dr. Flug did something goofy.

The front door opens, footsteps sounding as they made their way to the living room.

“Oh, hey, love!” Her mother says, walking in and heading straight to Dylan to give him a kiss.

“Hey, Lori!” He chuckles when she grins at him before she glances at her daughter and sneers at her.

She still doesn’t forgive me..

Riley sighs, looking away from her mother and to the tv. Black Hat was advertising some kind of villain summer getaway.

Lori Lawrence hated her daughter. She didn’t hate her for no reason, no, she hated her because Riley’s father had died two years earlier in search of a perfect birthday gift for their wonderful talented daughter. They had gotten a phone call at 1 in the morning and apparently some guy hit him with his car after looking down at his phone. Lori had fallen into depression, not eating or sleeping. Whenever Riley went near her she’d scream and yell at her, telling her that it was her fault. That if she didn’t exist then he wouldn’t have left the house and he wouldn’t have gotten ran over.

And as she got better, she started to be gone. Longer than the day before. She had left, once, for a month. She never answered the phone when it was her daughter. Luckily for Riley, Dylan soon came into the picture. He had added some happiness in her life as well as Mandy.

“I’m going to b-bed.” she mutters, standing up and making her way to her room with her sketchbook in hand.

It wasn’t her fault that her dad wanted to make her happy.

But it still hurt the sixteen year old that her mom blamed her for her dad’s death.

That night Riley lay awake in her twin bed. This wasn’t the first time, she’s had insomnia since that fateful night. But she always ended up asleep by midnight.

She glances at her phone, the screen illuminating the room for a couple seconds as she reads the time. 3:13 it read, before turning off.

The sound of footsteps in the hall got her attention, shuffling and breathing passing her room. She knew it wasn’t her mother or Dylan, they were out at some bar getting drunk. With a shaky sigh, Riley pulled the duvet off of her and sat up, stretching a bit before making her way to her door.

The shuffling stopped as soon as she opened the door but she heard glass drop in the kitchen, and the ‘crunch’ of walking over the glass.

Taking in a deep breath, Riley quietly makes her way to the kitchen. There was part of a glass plate lying on the wooden floor, the other half smashed into bits all over the floor. No one was in the kitchen but once the young teen looked out the window her heart sped up and she felt the color drain from her face.

There was a tall man under a lamp post, all other light on the street gone other than the one that hit him. He wore a suit, and he wouldn’t have freaked Riley out much if she hadn’t noticed that he had no face. Tentacles came out of his back and he was ‘staring’ at Riley.

He tilted his head when she quickly clutched her chest, her heart beating fast and her throat closing from the fear.

The light quickly turns off, darkness taking over the street and he was gone.

Riley was too busy trying to control her breathing to realizes that she fell to her knees on top of the glass shards, her vision was getting blurry and she only heard static before she passed out.

“What’s w-wrong with y-you?”

Mandy jumps, the fluffy haired girl visibly deflating in relief when she sees the ink artist. Riley noticed her tear filled eyes and quickly hugs Mandy.

“What’s w-wrong?” Riley asks again, more quietly this time.

“My parents.. They.. Kicked me out..” Mandy burst into tears in her friend’s arms.

“You c-c-can stay w-w-with me i-i-if you’d like.” Riley said.

Mandy had really strict parents who usually made her do what they want. They had disowned one of Mandy’s older brothers just because he was bisexual so Riley didn’t really question why they would kick out Mandy.

“Are you sure? What about your mom and Dylan?” Mandy looked up at the brunette, “I don’t want to be a burden.” Riley smiles at her.

“Don’t worry about it, Mands. They’re buh-both guh-guh-gonna be gone f-fo-for a month to Hawaii. T-to make u-up the h-honeymoon the-they never had.” Riley rolls her eyes, slowly letting go of the shorter female, “My mom c-can’t s-say anything a-about it, she’s ne-never home anyways.”

“Okay, thank you so much,” Mandy smiles, her eyes were now puffy, “If it’s okay, can you drive me to your place then? My parents didn’t let me get any of my things..”

“Y-y-yeah! I’ll text you whu-what my car looks like.”

“What do you have after lunch again?” Mandy asks, putting her backpack on.

“I-I-I have a-a-art, dummy!” Riley giggled as Mandy facepalms.

“I’ll see you later then, Riles.” Mandy says, walking out the door.

“Hey, R-R-Riley!” Devin, the school douche says as she passes by her, shoving her to the side as he made his way to his seat. The art teacher walked in shortly after and started taking role. Then he began speaking about drawing something christmas themed because the finals were coming up.

She’s been drawing the creature she’s been seeing.

Tall man with no facial features, just a pale white face, and tentacles coming out of him.

She hasn’t stopped seeing him.

Three times now.

That’s how many times she’s seen the creature in the past two months.

The second time he had been standing on her front porch and she had noticed him through a window.

The third was at school, she was busy trying to finish her Lit Writ homework outside of class and had looked up to see him a couple yards away.

They always ended with her passing out.

And slowly Riley noticed some other things appearing.

Jeff the Killer had shown up in her room the night before.

But he didn’t kill her, no, he just stood at the foot of her bed and stared down at her. He had slowly made his way to stand next to her before he whispered the words, ‘Go to sleep’, gently tracing a smile on the younger girl’s lips and up to her cheeks before she passed out.

Riley looks down at her sketchbook, opening it up and adding more ink to the newest drawing.

She was drawing Jeff this time, just in ink, her emotions going through her and onto the page.

She sighed, glancing down at her hands that were covered in ink. The sticky dark substance was covering her arm, all the way up to her elbows.

Strange.. She thinks, staring at her arms before going back to the sketchbook.

“He said something christmas themed, you stuttering freak!” Mandy’s boyfriend slams his hand on her sketchbook, laughing at his own comment before he quickly throws her pens and sketchbook to the floor.

It’s going to be a long day.. Riley thinks, glaring at the male before picking up her supplies.

Two hours later, Riley and Mandy were in her home eating leftovers from the night before.

“Hey, why are your arms covered in ink?” Mandy asked the quiet girl, watching her inking a drawing that she recognized as Jeff the Killer.

“I-I don’t know. It won’t co-come off. I b-blame Devin and his fuh-fuh-friends. I have spanish with th-them and tha-that class always ha-ha-has me asleep by the e-end so..”

Mandy nods, watching Riley get up and walk to the living room.

It was lunch again, Riley was in the art room eating and drawing. The art teacher told her to try and get the project done so she decided to just do it at lunch. It’s been a month, the ink on her arms has only spread up her body, her legs and arms were dripping ink everywhere and she often spit out ink. She sighs, tugging the sleeves of her plaid shirt down more. Her mom had arrived two nights ago but left in the morning. Riley stares at the drawing, wanting to color it but deciding against it.

A yell made her whip her head up, her bangs covering an eye as she stared at the door. After a couple seconds and hearing another yell followed by laughter, she quickly got up and walked to the door.

Was that Mandy? Her only thought. Her heart beat sped up and she felt the ink dripping faster.

Taking a long and deep breath, Riley quietly opened the metal door. The sight made her angry, the sight of her best friend in pain making her hate Devin more than ever.

Her blood boiled at the sight of Devin lifting his hand to smack Mandy again, tears were streaming down her cheeks and Riley could see the red outlining of a handprint on Mandy’s cheek.

Devin’s friends were surrounding them, two turning to see who opened a door.

Riley felt the ink fall to the floor, but instead of hearing the drip drop of liquid, she heard a ‘clang’.

The kind that metal hitting the floor makes.

Riley looked down, noticing that it was a knife; a long bladed knife with a dark handle and it looked like the thing was melting.

It didn’t take long for Riley to notice that it was made of ink and that’s why it was dripping.

A ‘smack’ was heard, followed by laughter again and Riley picked up the knife, looking up and glaring at Devin and his friends.

“Let her go.”

Devin looked startled and looked over at Riley for a second. Mandy stood next to him, tears rolling down her face and a trembling lip.

The sight made Riley even angrier than before.

Devin rolled his eyes and nodded his head at the tallest kid in his ‘gang’.

Riley recognizes him as Julio, the douche who’s been making fun of her stutter all year. Anger burned through Riley’s veins and she felt like she was melting because of it.

“What the fuck is happening to your face?” Devin gaped as Riley tilted her head in slight confusion, “it’s melting!” Devin took a step back. Julio made a disgusted sound but didn’t back down, just stood in front of the ‘melting’ girl.

Julio took a step back, making Riley whip her head in his direction before a feeling started to form inside Riley. She knew what the feeling was, knowing it was not a feeling but an urge. Something that she really craved. A low growl sounded, coming past her lips made Julio take a step back one again. Riley then launched forward, stabbing and punching the teenage boy in front of her.

Nothing could stop her from hurting him, her anger only growing as she sliced at his body, the crimson blood oozing out of the cuts and onto the floor.

Riley felt something in her brain snap, wondering if it was her sanity before a huge grin starts to take place on her face.

The teenagers in front of her stared in terror, not knowing how to react to what they were seeing.

Riley’s irises had changed to cut pies, similar to the old Pac-Man, and her mouth was stretched up to her ears in a Cheshire cat like grin. Her teeth had sharpened. Ink oozed down her face, coving an eye as she shoved the tall teen against a wall, her knife long forgotten. Something flowed down Riley’s forehead, covering her eyes till the only thing she saw was the dark oozing color of ink

Her arm starts taking a different form, the ink crawling up and forming a long spiked spear. The boy she had against the wall sobbing. Riley felt her grin widen even more at the sounds he was making, inky drool slowly falling to the ground as she lifted her arm up and stabbed him in the abdomen. She didn’t stop there though, no, Riley couldn’t stop the anger she felt.

Angry because her mother hasn’t texted her.

Angry because Mandy wouldn’t defend herself from her boyfriend.

Angry because Devin was running away, phone in hand and calling the cops.

Angry because the boy under her was surprisingly still alive.

So she did what only her biggest role model did.

She turned to where she had abandoned her knife earlier, her arm lifting up and shooting a strand of ink at it and yanking it towards her.

That was just like spiderman! She turned back to the kid who was still clinging on to life, her giant grin turning to a huge sharp toothed sneer as she started stabbing him repeatedly in anger and madness. The only thing that stopped her murderous rage was when the police arrived. They found her sitting next to the body, that Cheshire grin once again on her face as she watched her masterpiece.

Julio Henderson had fifty three stab wounds, thirty in his abdomen and the rest either on his chest or throat. His face had dark bruises on it from Riley’s punches and he had deep claw marks on his arms and cheek. The cops stared at Riley, hunched over and giggling as she talked to something that wasn’t there.

It was hard for the cops to get the girl into their car but once they did she was driven down to the police station. Once she had arrived they had dragged her to a room and sat her down.

“Full name?”

“Riley Diana L-Law-Lawrence.”

“Age?”

“Si-si-sixteen.”

“Family?”

“Lori Lawrence, m-m-mother, Dylan Greene, h-h-her boyfriend.”

“Lori Lawrence? The lawyer?” The man stared at Riley with wide brown eyes. He was an average man with combed back hair and a frown. Riley nods.

“We didn’t know she had a daughter.”

“S-she doesn’t s-speak of m-me muh-much..” he makes a face, something that looks like a ‘I can see why’ look.

“Motive for attacking?”

“Devin ha-has b-been abusing m-my best friend. His fuh-fuh-friend had th-the nerve to do it a-as well and I snapped.”

He nods, writing something down before getting up. Riley started giggling to herself, looking down at her cuffed hands before bursting into laughter. The sound of her joy echoing through the halls.

When the man returned, all he found was a couple of drops of ink and the cuffs laying on the chair, the echo of Riley’s laughter sounding through the room as the man ran out in a panic.

NEW KILLER ON THE LOOSE

There’s a new killer on the loose, many know her as Riley D. Lawrence, the daughter of Lori Lawrence, the lawyer. Lori is devastated at the thought of her daughter going insane and is retiring from her job in hopes of waiting for her daughter to come home. No one knows where Riley is but we do know that she is near. Last night a boy by the name of Justin was murdered by Riley, his organs were hanging from the chandelier and his upper body was outside of his home. The words ‘The Artist’ were written on his room’s wall multiple times. It appears that she won’t be leaving anytime soon.

A scoff rang through the kitchen, the sound of a fork scraping a plate heard. Lori glared at the paper, glancing down at her phone that marked the time.

11:22

In half an hour she would be leaving on a date with Dylan.

“She just wants attention..” she muttered, standing up and turning to go to the living room.

A giant puddle of ink stopped her.

Lori stared at it in confusion, that had not been there when she walked into the kitchen. The ink was bubbling, dark huge bubbles of ink and after a couple seconds a giant bubble appeared and popped.

Lori stared in terror at the sight. It was a girl, with long wavy chocolate brown locks and hazel eyes. But her irises were cut pies, like the old Pac-Man or Mickey Mouse and she sported a Cheshire cat like grin that went up to her ears.

The Artist glared at her mother, her grin ever present as her mother took two steps back in fear.

“Hi, muh-mommy.” she whispered, ominously.

There was another figure standing in the shadows, shaggy burnt hair and white leathery skin making Lori scream as she realized her daughter had a partnership with Jeff the Killer.

Riley wasted no time in stabbing her mother, a cackle leaving her lips as she stabbed her repeatedly.

Lori Lawrence was dead.

And The Artist was ready to go after many other people who had ruined her life.

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suit and tie || chapter three

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previous chapter

⇒ genre: reader decides / choose your own plot, ceo!namjoon

⇒ pairing: kim namjoon / reader

⇒ warnings: drinking; partying; suggestive comments

⇒ summary: you have been relocated from one branch of the bangtan company to the head branch located a few miles away. being a personal assistant, this means that you would have another boss that you would directly work for. you’re composed enough to do your job correctly, but what you weren’t expecting was how much more composed kim namjoon, ceo of bangtan, would end up being.

B E   C A R E F U L — DECISIONS AFTER THIS MAY CRITICALLY AFFECT YOUR OUTCOME

You decide to have a cuddle night with Taehyung.

The boy simply nodded when you told him your choice, taking your jacket and placing it on the coat rack as you set down your bag and keys. You couldn’t really say anything else, seeing as Tae had already left to go make the bed and most likely get extra blankets.

Having a roommate was great sometimes.

You’ve only known him for a month and you already considered him to be your closest friend. He’s helped you become comfortable in this foreign city and willingly took days off of his work to make sure you were comfortable and settled in. His kindness and friendship always filled you with gratitude to the point where you felt like you would explode.

He returned quickly with his boxy smile and an armful of blankets, hurrying you into your bedroom, “now, go do your skincare routine while I set the bed up and put on Friends.”

“No, I want to be the little spoon!”

“I am in the middle of a crisis; I deserve to be the little spoon!”

You and Taehyung were already laying in your bed, which was large enough to fit both of you comfortably. But after the younger boy complained about not being the little spoon again, you lay with so close that you could practically taste his arguments on your lips.

“Taehyung, you big baby, I’m smaller so, therefore, I should be the little spoon,” you huff, a glare situating itself on your features as you try your best to be threatening.

“But, Noona~,” his deep voice is a contrast to his whining, childlike voice and the pout on his lips, “you’re always the little spoon!”

“That’s not true,” you argue, playfully shoving at his shoulder, “you were the little spoon the last two times — and we’ve only had cuddle nights twice, mind you. I get to be the little spoon this time; it’s only fair.”

A silence settles between you both as he weighs your words carefully as if his answer shouldn’t be plain common sense. A sigh slips past his lips as he finally makes a decision, “fine, you win. Turn around.”

It’s all fun and games, you know this. You know when he’s being playful and when he’s actually arguing, which you’ve luckily never had to experience. But, you’ve overheard him from your room while he was arguing over the phone with Jungkook.

With a victorious smile, you turn around and lean into Taehyung’s hold when he drapes his arm over your waist and slides his other arm underneath your neck with his face burrowing into the crook of your neck. He lazily drapes his top leg over yours at the knee and you find yourself entangling your own with his. But, as respectful as he is, his arm never went lower than your navel and his leg never went higher than your upper thigh. ‘

“What happened today?”

An aggravated groan immediately tore through your throat and you feel the vibration of Tae’s deep chuckle against your back, “it was absolutely terrible! First, he steals my coffee and decides to insult it by saying ‘add more caramel and sugar, it’s too bitter.’ Like, who does he think I am, a fucking barista? No, that was my coffee and it fit my personal taste.”

“To be fair, you do like your drinks to be more bitter.”

“Okay, shush, the drink was meant for me so it shouldn’t matter,” you grumble, the sound of the television softly playing in the background as you stop talking for a moment before continuing, “and then he made me hand copy and pass out papers like I’m in the eighties! He refused to let me email them because apparently it ‘wastes resources’ when printing and copying them on paper wastes even more resources, but I guess Mr. Lorax knows what’s best?”

“Was he at least hot?” Taehyung inquires, and you can practically hear his teasing smirk and the quirk of his eyebrow.

“What? — No, he wasn’t hot!” you smack his hand that laid across your stomach, to which he playfully tickles you in response. Your laugh chimes through the air, but you still find yourself thinking back to Namjoon in his perfectly fitted suit with his hands flexing as he absently admired his rings and that scrutinizing gaze that didn’t fail to leave you in a puddle.

“Sure, sure. If you don’t go for him, then I will. I’ve seen the pictures and I know how hot he actually is.”

“Oh my gosh, Tae, no! He’s my boss and that’s unprofessional.”

Taehyung only laughs at this, before he’s covering his face into your shoulder once more. The background noise of the television is a calming buzz, and you find your breathing matching the rhythm of Taehyung’s. You relay back to your decision and realized that if you decided to have a movie night with him, it would have ended in you falling asleep on him and him carrying you back to bed carefully. You could already feel the heaviness on your drooping eyelids.

“I think he’s just testing you,” Taehyung finally speaks right after you nearly give in to the fog of sleep, “I mean, sure, he’s being a prick. But you’re supposedly the best personal assistant of this business, and he’s going to want to test out his shiny new toy. Just trust me on this; nothing is going to be as hard as it was today.”

Boy, was that man wrong.

On your second day, you came in to work with two Iced Caramel Macchiato in hand; one just how you like it, and the other with added sugar and caramel. Of course, with your luck, Namjoon managed to grab your cup without giving you a chance to speak and criticized you for not taking his advice’ leaving you to be stuck with the overly sweetened cup.

On your third day, you were able to give him the right coffee after placing your own on your desk. He praised you with a quick ‘congratulations, you can take an order correctly,’ before he had given you five hours of work due before your lunch break, even though there were only four hours before your break.

On your fourth day, Namjoon was stuck in meetings and conferences because for some reason, he dedicated Thursday to be his day for them rather than a Friday like any normal person in business would. All you had to do was file papers near the main level front desk, keyword near. It wasn’t quite near the front desk, but you found a way to be near Jimin. In reality, the filing cabinet was by the front door and Jimin’s desk was right by the elevator one hundred feet away.

    J I M I N

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“Hey, you,” you chimed, a smile on your face as you placed your stack of papers on an empty space that doesn't interfere with any of Jimin’s papers. He looked up from a file he was filling out, pleasantly surprised that you were there.

The man mimicked your greeting, scooting all of his papers over and rolling over a second chair for you to sit on. Placing his pen down, Jimin leaned against the armrest of the chair to give you a once over, “what are you doing here with all of those papers? You’re not giving me more work, are you?”

You rolled your eyes at this, situating yourself into the chair and restacking your papers so there were no edges sticking out, “no, but I wish. I have to file all of these papers to get sent out to the other branches.”

“Well, you do know the filing cabinet is over there,” Jimin asked you, his question sounding more like an accusation as he pointed at the cabinet, “you don’t have to sit here and hog my space.”

“Aiya -- you dick,” you clutched your hand over your chest as you feigned a hurt reaction, “I just wanted to spend more time with my favorite receptionist.”

“Well, I guess you can stay as long as you stay on your side and don’t cross the imaginary line.”

“That’s a deal,” you smile, playfully nudging him, “now, can I borrow your pen?”

“I thought you were a personal assistant; you’re supposed to have this stuff.”

   character relationship with JIMIN has improved significantly

You were nearly done with sorting all of your papers, only having to file them into the cabinet which could take up to five minutes. You got up to finish your assignment when Jimin stopped you by speaking up, “are you going to the club tomorrow?”

“The club?” Your attention was now on him as you paused and faced him, “why would I go to the club?”

“Taehyung planned an extraordinary outing between him, Jungkook, and myself. I figured you would be going too-”

“Jimin, you know I don’t associate myself with the party scene. I’m usually the one that makes you guys go to sleep at three in the morning.”

“But~” Jimin drew out, “you seem to be very, very single, and very, very, lonely. Who knows, maybe you could find a nice guy -- or girl -- to take home with you.”

You ignore his playful jab and roll your eyes instead, “for starters, this isn’t a work appropriate conversation. Besides the fact that I don’t need to bring anyone home especially if Taehyung is my roommate.”

“I could always let him stay at my house.”

A glance at his suggestive expression was enough to make you grimace and playfully smack the back of his head. Standing up from your seat and returning to your chair, you grab your papers and reorganize them once more, “the answer’s ‘no’, Jimin.”

As you were walking away to turn in your files, there’s one voice that rings out in the rather quiet main floor; “we’ll see about that!”

…

“You’re actually coming with us?”

Taehyung’s shock wasn’t an exaggeration and it wasn’t even sarcastic; he was genuinely surprised that you had decided to go. His dropped jaw was what really showed his shock as you held up two dresses for him to decide from.

“Someone ended up convincing me to attend this club outing of yours,” you explained, a bitter hint in your tone, “now help me decide which dress to wear before I change my mind.”

“Oh, honey,” Taehyung clicked his tongue as he finally examined the options you gave him, “you’re going to a club, not an autumn house party.”

“Hey!-” you shrieked, clutching your two dresses to your chest as if you were defending them from his harsh comments, “my comfortable and modest dresses are just fine, thank you very much.”

“You’re going to a club; your outfits aren’t supposed to be modest or comfy. Now, come on, you have clubbing dresses and I know it.”

Your only response was a grumble as Taehyung dragged you back to your room and into your closet, sorting through your dresses within seconds. His look of disgust was all you needed to know that he was judging each and every single one of your outfits. Now that you look back, it was probably one of the reasons why you never went out for fun. Putting on outfits and makeup required way too much effort just to take it all of at the end of the day;

And not even in a sexual way. The few times you’ve been out never actually ended in a night of ‘fun’,

Within a minute, Taehyung was throwing a black fitted dress at your face while you were too zoned out to catch it, “try that on while I find heels for you because I doubt you don’t have anything that’ll work with a black dress.”

“You know what, I think I’m having second thoughts,” you quip as you leave to change away from your friend’s view, “is it too late to just not do this?”

“No!” Taehyung exclaimed, and you could practically imagine the look of dismay on his face, “I’m dragging your ass to the club if I have to. You said you would go and I’m going to make sure you stick with that decision.”

You continue to grumble and complain as you pull the dress over your head, making sure not to crumple your hair during the process. Without looking at how the fabric fit on your body,  you could tell that it’s main purpose was to accentuate your curves. It was tight around your chest and your waist, leaving little room for you to breathe without feeling like the seams were going to burst.

In a dramatic way that reminded you of the Big Bird vine, you slammed open your door with an agitated look on your face, “there’s no way I’m going to wear this; you know how many horny men are out there.”

“Don’t worry, the club that I chose doesn’t have that many older people. They’re all relatively our age.” Taehyung's response came paired with a wink as he showed you a pair of black heels that weren’t too high, “you look great, jagi.”

Frowning, you ponder over what he had just said to you. He’s never given you a reason not to trust him, and your relationship with Taehyung is high enough, so you decide to do what he says.

“Fine, gimme those heels before I can think about going barefoot and then we can go.”

“Nope, we have to wait for Jungkook and Jimin so we can do our pre-shots. Besides, you need to put on your makeup -- and don’t even begin complaining about not wanting to put it on because we both know Jimin will gladly use his past performance makeup knowledge on you.”

…

The bass from the walls vibrated in your chest as the music in the club blasted, and you could already see the trio of boys enjoying themselves and dancing with the music beat by beat while you sat by yourself at the bar, your second fuzzy martini in your hand. The feeling of a buzz was already tingling through your veins, but it wasn't as bad compared to how wasted the boys already were. On top of the shot they all took before getting into the cab, they had already taken three more tequila shots in a row before dancing, to which you only shook your head at.

You really didn’t know why you became good friends with all of them aside from being Taehyung’s roommate. You were a complete polar opposite from their outgoing party side, and you couldn’t understand how they could easily throw down three shots and go straight onto the dance floor.

“Two fuzzy martinis, please,” a voice to your right pulled you away from watching the boys and you didn’t know if it was because you heard your drink name or if it was because you heard a deep and melodic voice that rang in your right. You turned around to meet the owner of the voice, shocked by the attractiveness of the person beside you. Sharp cat-like eyes watched you curiously through the dark bangs that hung low, incredibly soft pink lips puckering in thought.

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol fizzing in your system, but you suddenly felt bold enough to initiate a teasing comment on his drink decision, “two martinis in one order? That’s a bit bold, wouldn’t you think?”

The hint of a smile poked at the corners of his lips, a smirk being the only thing that could describe it. He didn’t respond right away, waiting for the bartender to serve the drinks he just ordered before thanking him and handing you one of the drinks, “maybe it is a bit bold, but I think ordering one for you is even bolder.”

A heat spread to the tips of your ears, and you were glad that there was barely any light near the bar and therefore making it harder for this stranger to see how flustered you are just by what he said. But even with the dim lighting, you could see how his sharp gaze was looking you over and practically undressing you.

“Well, you seem to be a man that knows what he wants so I guess I’ll take your offer,” you quip, holding your drink up to signify a ‘cheers’ before taking a sip from the new drink while you kept your eyes on the man in front of you. You could see the smirk on his lips growing once more, revealing teeth that glimmered softly as he returned your gesture by lifting his own drink up.

“And what exactly do you think my offer is?”

His question seemed to be a riddle; you could see the playful glint in his eyes as he kept watching you while drinking from his own glass, his jaw sharpening as he did so. You squint at him, trying to figure out what exactly it was that he was playing at, “your offer could be just to sit and have a drink with someone like me, or it could be something more.”

The man seems satisfied with your answer, licking his lips as his smile grew and he put down his drink, “what would your answer be if I were to ask for something more.”

“We’ll just have to see how this night goes,” you respond, partially distracted by the tapping of his fingers on the bar counter as his rings glinted in the dim lighting. Before he could think you were staring, you brought your gaze back up to meet his own, “I’m not the one to just ditch a place immediately after meeting someone. Besides, I don’t even know your name.”

“Yoongi,” the man, who you now knew as Yoongi, didn’t even hesitate to give you his name, “my name is Min Yoongi.”

   Y O O N G I

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“Well, Mr. Min, it’s very nice to meet you.” you take another sip of your drink before proceeding to tell him your own name. His compliment stating how lovely your name was flowed smoothly from his lips, little hesitance and little falter in his words.

The night continued with the two of you talking, introductory conversations turning into jokes and laughs. You were on your third round of drinks and you could already feel your filter starting to diminish. Yoongi’s hand was very faintly on your knee with your hand on his arm as the both of you huddled together in a duet of laughs and giggles.

“You know what, I’m thinking these drinks are getting to be too expensive,” Yoongi whispers to you once your fits of giggles die down, “I’ve got an unopened bottle of champagne at my place if you would be more interested in that.”

“Isn’t champagne for momentous occasions that you should celebrate?” you tease, already reaching for your bag to get money before Yoongi’s soft hand clasps your own to stop you.

“Sure, doll. Meeting you is as much of a momentous occasion as any, right?” the man smiled while he took his wallet out of his back pocket, “go wait over by the door, I can pay for the drinks.”

You flashed Yoongi a smile, swinging your bag over your shoulder and leaving to make your way to the entrance. But, as you were making your way past the crowded bodies, you were reminded of the trio of boys. It wouldn’t be hard to find them, even in your drunken state. All you needed to do was look for the most chaotic, crackhead-like people in the clumb.

“Noona~!”

That didn’t take long at all.

Taehyung had his arm swung around a girls shoulder as he stumbled towards you, some sort of cocktail in hand. Once he made his way towards you, he began to yell over the music, “you look happy and drunk! Did you find a special man?” A dramatic gasp fell from his lips as he stared at you with a shocked expression, “are you going home with someone?”

You laughed at his inquiries, placing your hand on his shoulder as if you were trying to reassure him for something you didn’t know while nodding your head in an excessive manner, “I think so, I’m just going to wait for him by the door. Do you have a ride?”

“Don’t worry about that. I can take a taxi,” Taehyung reassured just as the woman he was with began to tug on his collar impatiently. With that, he smiled and teasingly pinched your side, “go get that dick.”

You laughed; maybe you were obnoxious and laughing at the top of your lungs, but you didn’t care at that moment. A part of you wanted to find Jimin and Jungkook to tell them the same thing you told Tae, but you found yourself dancing along with a few random people on your way to the door. It was all innocent at first; a giant smile on your face with a crowd of bodies huddled together.

You don’t know at what point the innocence left the floor, but soon you were dancing with someone and not a few random people. Your bodies started to move together, and for a moment you felt as if it was just the two of you despite being crushed together by others. But, the movement of the two of you was needy and hot, an underlying and desperate want pulling the two of you together.

His hand was at the nape of your neck, pulling your hair aside as he leaned in close to you until his lips touched the shell of your ear, “what do you say to use ditching this place and doing something alone?”

You’re conflicted. If you were to go with anyone, it would be against any moral choice you have ever made. But, you also wanted a change of pace. Do you...

    Go with Yoongi

or

    Go with the stranger

or                                                                         

    Go with Taehyung and make sure he gets home safely

be careful, your decisions will have consequences, some being unmendable and permanently damaging to your relationships.

character relations have updated, make sure to check out this post

#namjoon #seokjin #yoogni #yoongi #hoseok #jimin #taehyung #jungkook #ceo!au #ceo!namjoon #bts #bangtan #bangtan boys #bts imagine #bts drabble #bts fic #imagine #drabble #fic #maddy writes #ceo #choose your own plot #choose your own path #choose your own adventure #choose your own ending

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This is a really good article. Idk how much people know about Cogman, but he wrote the episode where Sansa was raped, and was immediately chased off all social media by angry fans. There is an incredible paragraph explaining his reasonings for the scene, and Sophie Turner’s as well. Cogman also wrote most of Jaime x Brienne scenes, and was the driving force behind most of the actual plot that makes sense, including Brienne being knighted.   

Vanity Fair gives 3 free articles per month, then requires a subscription, so you’ll find the whole article under the cut. 

Before the cast and crew of Game of Thrones threw themselves into their final season of grueling night shoots, dragon rides, and death scenes, they gathered in Belfast for one last table read. It was the largest group ever assembled for such an occasion, all crammed in around a massive conference table made from the soaring gates of the show's lavish Season Two city of Qarth. HBO executives and trusted friends of the show lined the edges of the room as, over two days, everyone finally learned how the saga of Westeros would end.

Kit Harington had tears streaming down his face; Liam Cunningham, who played the salty Ser Davos, was cursing a blue streak. Halfway through the read, Nikolaj Coster-Waldau reached out to squeeze the shoulder of co-executive producer Bryan Cogman, who had started trembling as the body count on the page started to rise. In the end it was Cogman—who had read out every stage direction at every table read since the first in 2009—who had the final word that day: “End of Game of Thrones.” More than a year later, Sophie Turner still isn't over it. “That motherfucker,” she says with a laugh.

“It was a lovefest,” Cogman says of that table read, when the often brutal conditions of shooting seemed a world away. “And then we went and made the show and wanted to kill each other 11 months later.”

Turner, who began playing Sansa Stark when she was 13, says Cogman is the backbone of Game of Thrones. Coster-Waldau, who played Jaime Lannister, refers to him as the “walking encyclopedia.” But George R. R. Martin, who wrote the books that show-runners David Benioff and D. B. Weiss adapted into what may be the last universally agreed-upon hit TV show, leans on his own Westerosi mythology to pay the highest compliment: “Dave and Dan—even though there were two of them, there really needed to be three. Bryan was the third head of the dragon.”

Hired as Weiss and Benioff's assistant when Game of Thrones first began production, Cogman wrote 11 episodes of the series—second only to the show-runners and more than Martin himself—and as a producer has three Emmy Awards for Outstanding Drama Series displayed in his living room. Martin personally asked Cogman to pitch a Thrones prequel series to HBO; when the network passed, he moved on to a deal at Amazon Studios, where, to borrow another phrase from Martin's books, he can cast a very large shadow of his own on this post-Thrones universe.

“You're only number two on the biggest show of all time once,” Cogman says, aware that Thrones-sized success may be a thing of the past for television as a whole. “So what do you want to do with that opportunity when the show ends? You try to see if you can tell your own stories.”

More than 10 years ago, Weiss and Benioff had finally convinced both HBO and Martin that they were the right pick to turn Game of Thrones into what they called “The Sopranos meets Middle-earth.” But they had a problem: neither of them knew the first thing about TV. Luckily, Benioff knew someone who did—his nanny's husband.

Once just another Juilliard-trained actor struggling to make it in Hollywood, Cogman first caught Benioff's eye with a script about, well, struggling actors trying to make it in Hollywood. Fed up with jobs that include a telemarketing gig in the Valley selling toner cartridges—a job that theater nerd Cogman describes as “like Glengarry Glen Ross, but worse”—and with watching former classmates like Lee Pace and Anthony Mackie smile down at him from 14-foot billboards, the then 28-year-old Cogman was attempting to re-write his way out of a familiar story of Hollywood despair.

Benioff, best known at the time for well-received novels such as the one he adapted into the 2002 Spike Lee movie 25th Hour, liked what he saw but didn't have a job for Cogman yet. So he called in a favor to his childhood friend NBC Entertainment co-chairman Ben Silverman and landed Cogman a job as the executive's assistant (there were two others) and driver. Cogman nearly wrecked Silverman's car on his second night behind the wheel.

“You're a terrible driver,” Cogman recalls Silverman saying, “but I like hanging out with you.” Perhaps in an attempt to protect the paint on his other cars, Silverman eventually got his driver a writers'-assistant job, fetching coffee and the like, on an NBC show: My Own Worst Enemy, which ended after just two months, in December 2008.

However short-lived, the show was an education for Cogman in the basics of breaking a story for television. When Weiss and Benioff snapped up Cogman as their own assistant, they set up shop in a dingy suite of now demolished offices on the former Pickford-Fairbanks Studios lot and asked the guy who thought he was just there to fetch lunches where they should start.

“I got my marker and David sat in his chair and Dan sat in his,” Cogman remembers. Without any other staff hired, the three of them went to work figuring out how to introduce TV audiences to the scheming Lannisters, the honorable Starks, the looming Wall, Daenerys Targaryen and her three baby dragons. “None of us knew really what we were doing. No one was really bothering us or telling us we were doing it wrong. We cooked up Season One, the three of us in that room in the winter and early spring of 2009.”

Cogman still likes to joke that the only reason he got the job is because Benioff—who was about to set off to Europe with his wife, actor Amanda Peet—wanted to hold on to the excellent child care provided by Cogman's wife, actor Mandy Olsen. “That backfired! As soon as I became a TV writer, she quit,” Cogman says, laughing. “Joke's on you, Benioff!”

Tipped off by his wife to Benioff's early interest in the books, Cogman had read the “A Song of Ice and Fire” series in the hope of a small role in the show—“Maybe I'll get to play a guy with a spear!” By the time he was in the room with Weiss and Benioff, Cogman had started re-reading—he estimates he's read the first book, A Game of Thrones, at least 20 times now—and boiling down the dense and complicated world of Westeros into digestible outlines, family trees, and quick little summaries. “We thought we knew the books pretty well, but Bryan was just on a different level,” Weiss and Benioff wrote in a joint e-mail. That work landed Cogman a seat in every meeting and was a godsend to every confused HBO executive, director, production designer, and actor.

The show-runners quickly deviated from the Hollywood norm of treating their assistant like a glorified errand boy; while working on Season One, they surprised Cogman with an offer to write his own episode, “Cripples, Bastards, and Broken Things.” As Weiss and Benioff recalled, “We'd never written a season of television before, and we'd underestimated how long it would take. Then we looked across the room and there was Bryan. Smart, tireless, passionate Bryan. Sure, he wasn't experienced, but hell, neither were we.”

Martin's review of Cogman's work was straightforward: “An excellent episode! Straight from my books!”

Weiss and Benioff dubbed Cogman “lore master”; Gwendoline Christie, who played Brienne of Tarth, jokes, “I have never once seen Bryan with George R. R. Martin, and the rumor is that they could be the same person.” Martin, for his part, likens Cogman to the helpful and well-read character Samwell Tarly, a comparison the author usually reserves for himself. As the series grew bigger and Martin repeatedly delayed the release of his final books in the series, the author grew noticeably distant from the show, with no writing credits after Season Four and no recent appearances at the splashy premiere events until the final one, in April. Responding on his LiveJournal to a controversial Season Five scene that differed dramatically from the books, Martin described the show and his work as “two roads diverging in the dark of the woods, I suppose … but all of us are still intending that at the end we will arrive at the same place.”

Martin hasn't commented much on his relationship with HBO and the series, but he is unreserved in his praise for Cogman: “I feel simpatico with Bryan,” Martin says. “He's helped keep the show true to my books, and the characters true to the characters I created, which may not be important to everybody in the world, but is certainly important to me.”

In the beginning Cogman clung doggedly to some less essential parts of the books. (He's now mortified to recount a fight he picked over cutting a minor Season One character named Marillion. “Nearly in tears! Over Marillion! And I was the fucking assistant.”) But he also used his book knowledge to suggest killing off Ned Stark in the ninth episode of the first season, rather than saving it for the finale, a shock that went on to define the high stakes of the series. Cogman, a lifelong student of drama, knows how differently stories can play when acted out. So while others may compare Cogman to Samwell Tarly, he favors another character: Varys, the slick spymaster who uses political maneuvers and access to the most powerful players to keep himself in the game. Or, at least, he says, “I'm the good parts of Varys.”

From the very start Cogman homed in on the basic character details that made Thrones a success beyond its spectacle. “It's about one buddy going back to his old buddy's house for dinner,” he says, describing the simple power of the pilot. “If you don't have that, then you have a lot of other imitators that have come along since and haven't been as good.”

Production on Game of Thrones was massive from the start, and Weiss and Benioff quickly put Cogman in charge of some pivotal scenes at the end of Season One, featuring Peter Dinklage's Tyrion Lannister and his scathing father, Tywin Lannister, played by Charles Dance. Cogman, who claims he didn't know any better, wielded so much authority that director Alan Taylor just assumed he was a producer. “Why the hell have I been taking orders from you the past few months?” Cogman recalls Taylor joking when he discovered the truth.

The show sprawled after Season One, with at least two units—named the Dragon and the Wolf—shooting simultaneously. Weiss and Benioff leveraged their titles to take charge of the sets in exotic and temperate Spain, Croatia, and Morocco, leaving Cogman as their man on the ground in Belfast, where the show filmed the bulk of its interior scenes.

In Belfast, Cogman worked on behalf of Weiss and Benioff as fastidious keeper of the script, earning the nickname “Shakespeare” from Dance when he insisted that a line be read word for word. As a former actor, Cogman developed a reputation as an actor's writer. “He gets the life of an actor,” Coster-Waldau explains. “He's extremely respectful when it comes to not getting in your way.” Adds Turner, “Bryan's lines are always the ones that affect me the most.”

When it came time to divvy up who would actually write each episode, Weiss and Benioff preferred season premieres, finales, and the big, splashy set pieces in between.

Cogman, on the other hand, preferred the performance episodes, full of scenes, he says, of “people talking in rooms.” He wrote the two key moments of the Jaime and Brienne love story, from the Season Three bathtub scene in “Kissed by Fire” to the emotional Season Eight climax “A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms,” which sees the former Lannister antihero knighting the unlikely lady warrior. These quiet, shared moments stood out among all the dragon fire, shocking deaths, and big-budget battle spectacle.

“He has been a champion of my character Brienne and actually of me as an actor,” Christie says. “He had a real understanding of the trials the character had to overcome in order to achieve a sense of self-worth and how far we sometimes have to travel to move the narrative society has prescribed to us.”

“I can't imagine what it would have been like without Bryan,” Coster-Waldau says. “Thank God I don't have to.”

In Season Five Cogman volunteered to write what would become one of the show's most controversial episodes, in which the sadistic Ramsay Bolton rapes Sansa Stark, with Theon Greyjoy looking on in horror. Cogman, a father of three, had always taken a particular interest in protecting the show's younger performers on set. Turner compares him to a father figure, and Cogman felt he owed it to her to write the episode himself. “Why the hell did I choose ‘Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken’?” Cogman asks years later, then responding, “Good question.”

The scene was lifted from another character's story in the books and incorporated into a larger gothic nightmare plot of Sansa's being held prisoner in her childhood home at Winterfell—a practical, and carefully considered, way to give Sansa, who isn't in the fifth book at all, a bigger role in the story. Weiss and Benioff suggested closing the bedroom door on Sansa, Ramsay, and Theon rather than showing the act itself. “I am the one, God help me,” Cogman says, “who said, ‘If we do this are we being dismissive of what that real horror would be behind that door? Are we being disrespectful of the severity of that situation?’ But we, of course, never wanted to make Sophie go through a graphic scene.”

The result was still graphic enough to spark immediate online backlash and heated think pieces; then senator Claire McCaskill publicly declared she would no longer watch the show. HBO issued no official response to the controversy, and Weiss and Benioff have never commented publicly, even deleting a question about it in e-mailed responses for a recent Rolling Stone story.

Cogman stands by the scene, though he acknowledges it served as a pivotal point in a larger cultural discussion about sexual assault on-screen, which had also been used as a plot device on Mad Men and Breaking Bad, among others. “I will never presume to tell someone how they should feel about the scene itself. And believe me, I really tried to listen to all the criticism surrounding it and will continue to listen,” Cogman says. “I do take issue with the presumption of bad faith on our part—the idea that we treated Sophie or the character or the subject matter callously. I think if you watch the scene and see how it fits into the character's larger narrative arc over the subsequent seasons, you'll see that's not the case. At least I hope so.”

“It was a very difficult scene to write,” Cogman says. “It was a very difficult scene to shoot.”

“You see Bryan standing there, crying and wanting to hug you, he did that often,” Turner says. “He was the one that held me afterwards and we both cried together. He's apologizing because he wrote the scene. It was kind of beautiful. It felt like I was safe and not exploited in any way because I was with him. He's always been something of a protector, so it's really special to have him there.”

The controversies around Season Five, which saw many beloved characters used, abused, or shipped off to Dorne, did not dampen the show's popularity. That September Cogman and his fellow producers picked up the first of three Emmy Awards for Outstanding Drama Series, among a pile of others the show won.

As Game of Thrones headed toward its conclusion, it also moved away from the intimate, theater-like moments Cogman excelled at—partly a function of the large-scale conflict built into Martin's story, but also the TV landscape that Thrones transformed, bringing C.G.I.-heavy blockbuster spectacle to the small screen and daring other networks to keep up. HBO underwent a transformation as well. Once best-known as a boutique home for prestige TV, the premium cable channel was acquired last summer by AT&T, and an executive revealed plans to increase HBO's output of original content by 50 percent in 2019.

For a while, Cogman thought one of those new shows would be his to run. He had no ambition to do any kind of Thrones sequel until Martin asked him personally at a dinner with Weiss and Benioff in May 2017. There was a particular story he felt only Cogman could tell. (Many fans have guessed that it's the Targaryen-centric Dance of the Dragons tale, but for now Martin and Cogman are keeping it to themselves.) “The logical heir was Bryan,” Martin says. “He had been there since the very beginning.”

Despite himself, Cogman yielded to the excitement of the project. But the timing couldn't have been worse. Cogman had to pitch HBO his prequel idea while the final season of Game of Thrones was in production, and he was in a bake-off with four other writers, some of whom had also worked with Martin. Weiss and Benioff gave Cogman their blessing but were busy wrapping up their own time in Westeros, which meant any advice they gave was incidental: “Every now and then we'd discuss something or other while we were shivering in the writer's tent in Northern Ireland,” they wrote.

Collaborating with Martin on the prequel pitch, Cogman felt both a pressure and an arrogance that came from being the only contender in the race who had both worked on the original series and was handpicked by Martin. He spent the bulk of the final season's shoot under the impression that this wasn't truly his final season. “I wasn't really doing the kind of emotional, cathartic work one needs to do to say goodbye to everything,” he says.

Cogman found out he didn't get the job in spring 2018, and that Jane Goldman would, instead, be helming a series centered on the earliest days of Westeros. At the same time, his wife—who had put her own acting career on hold for most of a decade to support Cogman's work—was suffering from a herniated disk. Disappointed and suddenly having to move his family out of their home in Belfast, Cogman has no memory of his last day on the set of Game of Thrones: “I was exhausted and Mandy was hurting. We were packing up our lives of 10 years.”

“It hit me hard, not because I thought there was any great injustice. I'm sure Jane's show is going to be great,” Cogman says. “But all the insecurities come up: What, I can't even write Game of Thrones now?”

The story Martin so favored may live on at HBO, but Cogman is ready to try new things. Last September, Amazon Studios snapped him up and put him to work—the day after he picked up his third Emmy for Thrones—consulting on a hotly anticipated project he can't yet disclose. But, most exciting for Cogman, he will be developing a whole raft of shows that may have nothing whatsoever to do with dragons.

Martin still texts regularly with Cogman, and has offered occasional friendly input as Cogman searches for new books that Amazon might adapt. “I hope to work with him again someday if the various corporate entities that we work for allow it,” Cogman jokes. But Martin himself is locked into an overall deal with HBO, and Cogman, finally, is ready to move on. He attended the splashy Game of Thrones Season Eight premiere at Radio City Music Hall in April, but the following Monday he was back to work at Amazon, with a large-scale poster of a trio of his favorites—Arya, Sansa, and Brienne—watching over him.

“I was number two to the captain, and now I've gotta see if I can sit in that captain's chair,” Cogman says. “I'm looking forward to finding my people the way Dan and David found theirs.”

#got #bryan cogman #i would fucking pay to have him work on WoT

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NDRV3 BOYS PLAYING, OR ATTEMPTING TO PLAY A SCARY MOVIE WITH THEIR S/O

 WHOA BOI THIS WAS REALLY FUN TO WRITE!!!! I HAVE TWO MORE REQUESTS NEARLY FINISHED, I’LL HOPEFULLY BE ABLE TO POST THEM IN THE NEXT DAY!! HOPE Y’ALL ENJOY THIS FOR NOW!!!! - Mod Kaito

KOREKIYO SHINGUJI - Slenderman.

Honestly, it was partially your idea that Shinguji play Slenderman with you.

It just seemed so- funny! It's an opportunity to educate him on why he keeps getting called "Slenderman."

Maybe he'll even see the possibility of him having competition for the creepiest being-

If you can even call slenderman that.

You find that when you play horror games that you get immersed in the world easy, so this game's certainly going to be very fun. The ambience music sets a dark and oppressive tone that matches with the scenery you're being shown as you continue throughout the game, danger setting in, becoming more and more dangerous as you get closer to your goal, it's nerve-wracking.

"Okay, so we're going to play this, I'll take the controls first since I've already played the game."

Shinguji can see your expression as you play the game , it's quite interesting how humans react and interact with fear, as in a lot of ways its the basis of our current society, and it's comedy.

None the less, he can see his S/O's getting uncomfortable with this- game.

"It's fine S/O. It's just a game. You're scared because of how suspenseful it is. It's instilling a sense of fear in you, and using your imagination to your advantage." He stokes your hair a little when you've stopped playing the game, looking very distraught by the game of which you were just playing.

"It's been created to instil a sense of fear in you, as a motivator, albeit not a very useful one. Kuku~ I could be anything that could create a feeling like that, even a fluffy pink rabbit, given the right circumstances."

Somehow that makes you feel better.

You work later than usual the next day, and by the time you're home it's night, and dark.

You'd expect Shinguji to be home by now, but he wasn't. Probably looking at some book at the library and late.

Probably.

The darkness is honestly a little creepy, and there's no sound in the house at all, and there's nothing coming from outside either.

You walk into your loungeroom, place down your bags and glance over the room before moving to the kitchen to grab yourself a glass of water. Nothing unusual.

By the time you're back however, something has moved.

EEK!

It's a small, pink rabbit.

Where the fuck did that come from?

You're about to go looking for any hints at a poltergeist but then Shinguji appears out of the shadows.

“Kukuku-"

“S-SHINGUJI! WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING? YOU SCARED ME GODDAMNIT!"

"Well after all S/O, all humor is derived from fear."

You've never felt a stronger need to slap Shinguji in the face.

RANTARO AMAMI - Doki Doki Literature Club.

"Hey Amami! Let's play this cute game I found!"

Like most things, Rantaro knows more then meets the eye. But he's not going to tell you that he knows about this game, he wants to see your reaction to it.

And it's totally not like he didn't delete his copy, and can't finish all the routes.

No no-

"Naww look! They're like your sisters!!"

You're really enjoying this game, maybe a little too much, but Rantaro can't help but enjoy the little poems and such that he's reading with you and the like. He thinks that maybe he'd like to write poems with you sometime, it'll be fun!

Slowly the hours pass and you get deeper and deeper into the game, and at this point you two are slumped amongst blankets on the bed playing this game on your laptop.

Shit starts getting strange, but luckily you're currently lying on top of Amami and he's hugging you!

Good boi!

Slowly but surely it starts getting harder and harder for you to read through the text and deal with the dialogue and imagery.

It's hitting a little too close to home.

No.

Way too close to home it's scaring you.

Soon enough you're panicking and you slam the laptop screen down at full force and just turn and push your face into Rantaro's chest and start crying. Absolutely sobbing your eyes out, it makes you so uncomfortable and you've been hit so close to home it's unbearable.

Y o u   c a n t   b r e a t h e  .

Eventually your breath steadies and you can talk properly with Amami.

There's a silence for a long period of time, and by the look of things Amami just doesn't know the right word.

After that long drawn out period of pure silence Amami kisses you on the head. 

"Look S/O, if you want to talk about it, that's fine, but I'm always here, okay?" His voice is soft and loving, and it calms your nerves. You feel safe around him.

"I-I'm fine. Just keep that goddamn game away from me-"

And so he does, and you do. You fall asleep on top of Amami, and you both sleep very peacefully, dreaming about happy things, like going out and writing poems together in a park on a beautiful day, waking up to Amami cooking pancakes, just nice happy summer days, filled with warm feelings inside your chest.

And when you wake up, it slowly ends up becoming true.

Soon you're making poems in the sun, so maybe playing that game, amidst the anxiety it caused you, wasn't a bad thing.

KOKICHI OUMA – Five Nights At Freddies 2

"Nishishi~~ S/O~~!! I have a new game to play! Nishishi~~"

You were used to Ouma's games at this point, him always bringing one around for you two to play, and although you'd hate to admit it he was pretty good at choosing ones that would cause you to laugh for hours on end.

"It's this game! It was reccomended to me from one of my secret societies' members!!! It's called- FNEF or something-"

"Kokichi do you mean FNAF"

"Yeah!! Nishi~~" Kokichi laughs and runs to download it on his computer.

This is going to be a loooonnnnggg night.

Ouma's getting really into this game, and you'd be lying if you didn't say it was funny watching him. Especially when he's making the cutest screamy noises when he's winding up the music box or when you both jump at the jumpscares and the sound that he makes are just-

SO CUTE

But no, Kokichi Ouma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader, is not cute!! And will not stand for any of that nonsense!

So, he turns off the lights, and ramps up the volume.

It's getting pretty god damn late at this point, so it's the only sound you can hear.

The sound of the fan, the creak of movement.

He's trying to freak you out.

And by gods it's working, for soon you're petrified because you have nothing to focus on so you're left stuck looking at this screen, waiting for something to leap out at you.

"S/O! Look! I won!! Nishishi~~"

So Ouma beat the main game, no big deal. You didn't get jumpscared again-

Until he found there was a hard mode.

Ouma loves hard modes.

Soon enough he's doing the 20/20/20/20 challenge on this game with you clutching to his side because it's starting to scare you.

You end up letting out a huge scream, it's loud and Ouma's just giggling at you because you're hugging him really tightly and now you're the one that’s cute

"Nishishi~~ If you wanted to tell me you loved me S/O, you could have just told me!"

"Alright then, Oh mighty panta overlord, I love you."

He is very surprised by that.

Soon you two are giggling again and end up jumping onto the bed and lying down, talking about spooky stories and weird things from your day. It's nice and calming, even with Ouma's added- distractions.  

You fall asleep hugging the small boy, and within each others embrace you're at peace, knowing that even playing such scary games such as that (well, scary for you), you two can still enjoy yourselves and not have a care in the world about anything else that's going on. With Ouma you take a break from the reality you were used to, and your world was opened up in such a peculiar and amazing way you couldn't be happier.

SHUUICHI SAIHARA – Detention

You wanted to play a game with your favourite shy detective.

And since normal games were a bit too predictable, maybe something a bit closer to earth, or a bit scarier would do the trick!

That's how you found Detention. It was described as an atmospheric survival horror game.

Right Up Shuuichi's alleyway!

"What's going on in this game S/O?"

"You'll see Shuuichi!"

He blushes at the mention of his first name, even after dating you for a very long period of time, he still isn't used to his name being on your lips.

You can see the cogs in Shuuichi's brain turning as he's trying to piece together the plot and story before he even has many of the pieces of the puzzle.

And every time anything he didn't expect happens it's like a lightbulb switches on in his head and his eyebrows raise in a way that you find super cute. His cheeks also have a tendency to squish out while doing this, making his face seem like a squishy hamster you just wanna cuddle.

He's taking his time with this game, so you end up snuggling next to him watching him play, trying to understand what the hells going on.

It's hard really for you to focus on the game, so eventually you're just looking at his face, almost studying the way his facial expressions move and change depending on what he's thinking. Again, it's adorable and you just want to hug him.

By the time he's finished you're sleeping next to him, clinging onto his body and he's basically resigned himself to this flustered state, of wanting to have as little physical interaction as possible and really craving it.

So, as a compromise he sits there, watching you sleep on top of him and eventually he falls asleep too.

It's funny how something created to induce fear can create something so peaceful and oblivious to what it tried to instil. It shows how perhaps the true nature of the world

KAITO MOMOTA – Alien Isolation

You know for a fact how much Kaito loves anything space related. And he's always trying to prove to you that he's always the one there to protect you no matter what!

So obviously when he found a scary space game he knew exactly who to call! His amazing S/O!!

"HEY!!! S/O!!! LOOK WHAT I HAVE!!"

"Let me guess, it's something space-related."

"Well yes it is but it's a horror game!!! It's called Alien Isolation!!"

You feel like at this moment you may as well dig your own grave because you know that Kaito will p l e a d for you to play this game with him, and in all honesty you want to play it with him, but at the same time, you aren't 100% sure you're ready to get your ears blown out by Kaito's fearful screaming every time the alien's close.

After a small amount of pleading, (and by pleading you mean Kaito's pitiful yet adorable attempts at doing a cute face to convince you) you give in and decide to play this game with him.

You two sit down on Kaito's desk, which conveniently has a gaming PC because APPARENTLY HE HAS THE MONEY???

Glow-y Purple Gaming Pc Aside, he loads up the game, and soon enough you two are ENGROSSED in this game, you don't know how much time has passed but the game just sucks you two in!

But then the Alien comes.

"AAAAAAAA S/O WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO"

"HIDE!"

"HIDE WHERE THE CLOSEST THING TO A HIDING SPOT WE HAVE IS THIS TABLET TO SHIELD US FROM OUR IMPENDING DOOM AND DECAPITATION-"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

"WAIT THERE! HIDE IN THE VENT THING THERE!!"

"WHAT WHERE?"

"THERE!"

Needless to say playing a horror game with Kaito is stressful enough, but a Space Horror game? Oh god.

"IT'S STILL COMING S/O"

"AAAAAAAAAAA"

"THE XENOMORPHS COMING S/O PLEASE WHAT DO WE-"

Kaito gets jumpscared by the alien eating the character you play as, and in a quick burst of amazing thinking, he screams and hugs you really tightly.

"Kaito, do you regret this at all?" You ask, with a slightly quizzical and sarcastic tone, but the sarcasm went straight over Kaito's head.

"Nope! Not at all! Because I got to protect you from the nasty Xenomorph!"

"Kaito we literally got ki-"

"I protected you!"

"Kaito-"

"I PROTECTED YOU"

"KAITO NO-"

"Then I'll prove it to you!!"

Kaito smile turns evil, and he does a feign evil pose, and a loud roar.

“S/O QUICK RUN THE XENOMORPH'S COMING! RAAWWRRR!! I'LL HOLD IT OFF! YOU RUN!"

You start giggling and run away with a spring in your step.

Kaito chases you around the house, you both trying your best not to giggle but ultimately failing miserably, and by the time he chases you into the bedroom you two are both exhausted and resort to lying down and cuddling each other.

You two are really tired out by that whole workout running from 'The Scary Xenomorph"

Kaito's smile beams.

"See! I told you I protected you!"

"Yeah, by submitting yourself to it so I could escape~~ How romantic!"

Kaito blushes slightly at this, but his smile hides it very well.

"So you wouldn't complain-

"IF THE XENOMORPH COMES BACK WITH NEW TICKLE IMPROVEMENTS!!"

"OOOH NOOO~! NOT THE TICKLE XENOMORPH!"

Rest assured you two are giggling and laughing the rest of the day, until Kaito's asleep and you're lying on top of him victorious!  

You listen to his heartbeat and relax, this moment's so peaceful, and you feel the most comfortable you have ever felt with Kaito. The steady thrumming in his chest helps you doze off to sleep, dreaming of Tickle Xenomorphs and your saviour Kaito Momota, Luminary of the Stars.

KIIBO – SOMA

Kiibo was curious about this human tradition called "Playing Video Games"

And after extensive research he decided that it would be best to play a video game with his S/O!

He tells you to meet up with him at night, at his place!

And when you arrive well-

You sure are surprised.

His 'room' is filled with blankets and it has a spooky atmosphere and he even made popcorn! He's got surround sound speakers and he looks so pleased with himself!

"D-Do you think this is going to be s-cary enough?

You look at him straight in the eye.

"Of course it is Kiibo! You really out-did yourself! Now, what game are we playing?"

"Oh! It's this game called SOMA! Apparently there are robots in it!!

And so eagerly, Kiibo takes you to the computer and tucks you both in for a game full of Horror!

Maybe this set up was better for a horror movie marathon, because honestly SOMA wasn't that scary.

Not in the sense Kiibo was hoping for at least.

It was fun though!

Solving and exploring the story with your boyfriend!!

Snuggling up to him eating popcorn too!

So, not a huge success on Kiibo's part, but it still was pretty good!

"So- uhh S/O, d-did you like the d-date- game t-thing?"

This boy is so flustered about saying date that you literally have to cup his face in your hands and tell him that you loved it-

And him-

Queue even more flustered-ness from poor Keeboy.

But he likes it and you so it's fine.

Wait did he say that out loud-

GONTA GOKUHARA – The Park

Gonta wants to play a game! And true gentleman should play games with their S/O if they so desire!

So when Gonta finds S/O playing game, Gonta has idea!

Gonta should find a game to play with S/O!

What about a game about bugs!

Or a park!

Gonta loves long stolls in the park with S/O!

So Gonta gets a game called the Park!

Gonta tries to text you but Gonta's hands are too big.

So Gonta should go ask S/O to play game!

"Hi S/O! Gonta thinks that S/O and Gonta should play a video game!

You look really happy and nod your head, smiling profusely. So with your permission, Gonta picks you up and takes you to his house to play the game!

Maybe Gonta should have researched this game a bit more.

Gonta thinks it’s scary.

“S/O? Maybe we shouldn't play this game-"

Long story short Gonta gets scared from the game and hides under his bed.

Which he can surprisingly fit under.

"Gonta, come on We can look at cute bugs or something!? Or I can-"

"Gonta I'll tickle your feet."

"Noooo! Gonta want to stay under bed!"

"but goontaaa-"

Gonta makes adorable sounds when he's flustered, and the adorableness doubles when you call him cute.

"Okay~ I'll leave you here, you big cuddly cutiepie-"

Nope Gonta's out.

Aaand hugging you.

This afternoon was actually pretty good!

HOSHI – SCP Containment

You want to play this game about a prison with Hoshi! It's really scary and-

No.

No?

No.

You can see the strain in his eyes and he looks like he's about to jump out of the window with your cat so you decide not to press him on why.

Enough said.

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