#(Mimi is Genuinely So Good I Love Mimi So Much Now & Forever)

[cupoftaae]

Forever And A Day (KTH x READER) series ♡ The Art Exhibit (Chapter 6)

Summary: your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. He knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision.

Genre: fwb. Roommates, friends to idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, the whole 9 yards tbh.

Pairing: taehyung x female!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni!!!)

word count- 5k

chapter warnings!- swearing, alcohol, this is kind of a fluffy ass chapter, but the end is a little frusterating. NO BAD VIBES THOUGH! reader is finally happy rn. tw: annie.

a/n- Hi guys! first of all, HAPPY SPRING! Also happy Ramadan to anyone who is celebrating!! I really wanted to publish this by last Monday at least, but I ended up getting a cold, and then I had an exam this week too that I crammed studied for. I wasnt happy with the ending of this chapter and wanted time to fix it up a bit!! we are getting to the good stuff now so I really hope you enjoy! (ps. another thanks to all the likers, rebloggers, commenters, it means so much to see feedback, ily guys.

The song of this chapter was on repeat while I wrote it !!

This week had been good.

For the first time in what seems like forever, life was actually giving you a break....sort of.

"Kwan, cmon! I promise French isnt that hard if you just sit and let me teach you!" you exhale with a wide smile, looking at the 6 year old who was now running around the living room.

Since Tae quit his job, you decided to start picking up after school shifts to tutor your neighbor, Mrs.Chin, and her bratty 6 year old. You used to tutor her other child, Mimi, who was always well behaved, but she went to study abroad, leaving you alone with the devil reincarnated.

"I dont wanna! its stupid!" the younger child yelled back, making you take a moment to breathe before responding. "Kwan, I would appreciate if you let me teach you, or at least if you even sat down and listened to me read." you said calmly.

You looked over at the pouting boy and his action figures, arms now crossed over his chest as he glared. You sighed and ran your hands over your face, lets just say if the pay wasn't $90 an hour, you probably wouldn't submit yourself to this.

"Kwan." you said, getting up with your textbook and sitting on the floor next to him "your mommy hired me to help you learn, I really want to be able to teach you something here, because whether you realize it now or not, learning a second language is a really beautiful thing" you show him all the pages of notes youve taken from your own classes, watching him view it over.

"I wanna be here for you, we can be buddies, ok? no more fights, no yelling. How about this-" you turn around to him "If you let me teach you for a half an hour, 30 minutes, you can have 20 minutes of playtime, yeah?" you spoke softly

"mmkay.." he looked at you, nodding gently.

"aw, see, you are a good boy I knew you were, cmon, sit and i'll teach you how to introduce yourself in French, so when you go to daycare tomorrow, you can show it off to everyone" you smiled and gently tickled the boy, making him giggle loudly.

You really did enjoy teaching and learning, something about it just made you feel incredibly intelligent, and yes, you loved acting too, but the idea of being able to offer something new to someone genuinely got you excited. If you could go back and change your major to anything, It would probably be French or some other foreign language, teaching abroad doesnt sound too bad.

-

At the apartment, Tae had been cleaning a little bit more. He figured if he was going to have more free time, then he needed to learn to help out around the house....He also needed a distraction from the fact that tomorrow night is the art exhibit, and to say he was nervous was a complete understatement.

The work he'd been creating is done, but like always, he wanted to change it last minute. You sat with him last night and explained that it didnt need to be changed, and he needs to be more confident with himself and his art.

His thoughts were interrupted when you walked through the door, offering a quick smile at him before walking off into the kitchen. He put down his broom and walked over to you, "How did tutoring go?" He asks softly, watching you pour coffee into a mug. "It was okay" you shrug, looking at the clock and internally sighing, it was dinner time and you hadnt prepared anything.

"You okay?" he asks

you look back at him and lean against the counter, "yeah...Kaito was supposed to pick me up at 8, and I sat outside texting and calling him until 8:30, when I decided to just get an Uber home"

"why didnt you call me? I would have drove over there" he frowns, leaning against the opposite counter. "ah, didnt want to bother you" you shrug.

He sighed and looked down. "I made you dinner, by the way" he spoke, making you look up at him warily. "by made, I mean bought, dont worry theres no food poisoning here" he rushed, making you giggle.

"thank you tae, I really appreciate that" you walk over to hug him gently, telling him you were gonna wash up and shower before eating.

He finished cleaning the living room before finally crashing on the couch, watching as you left your room with a towel on your head, making him laugh. "are you gonna tell me my fortune"

You scoff and grab your bulgogi, sitting onto the couch next to him.

"yummy?" he asks, searching for something to watch, "mhm" you smiled and offered a bite which he gladly took.

"oh also, Because tomorrow night is the art show, I was thinking afterwards we should get dinner or something..." he trailed off, avoiding eye contact.

you turned your head to him, smiling softly, "hm that sounds fun. are we thinking Mcdonalds?" you giggle, making him laugh as well.

"nooo, no" his head shook, "I dont know yet, I'll look around."

"we can go to that Korean barbecue place that just opened, and celebrate your win" you shrug

"we dont know if Im gonna win, there are many talented artists participating. I have like no chance, y/n."

you scoff and shake your head, "you are telling me, that THE Kim Taehyung has no chance? I dont believe this!"

He smiled and watched as you rambled about how he has worked for this and deserves it, laughing quietly.

"yeah...I dont even care for the money to be honest. I Just want to go to Paris again...it was fun when we went last time" he sighed.

You chewed your food and nodded, standing up in front of him with your hands on your hips, "Mr.Kim, I am putting it into the universe now, that if somehow you dont win, I will make sure we both go to Paris once more"

"really?" he spoke after a moment, unable to take you seriously with the towel head.

"really"

"I dont think Kaito would like thattt" he sung jokingly, getting up and grabbing the blanket from the other side of the couch, covering himself in it.

"I dont careeee" you sung back before jokingly jumping onto him, squeezing his face as you continued to speak. "I dont even know where he is right now, probably drunk or something"

"does he get drunk a lot?" tae asked, smiling as you poked around his face with your hands. "yeah....kinda. He can handle it most times but.." you cut yourself off, not wanting to say anything else.

"but what?" tae asked, head turning to yours as you laid on him. Your eyes simply scanned over his face as he did the same with you. The urge to kiss him was there, but you knew better.

You got up and off him, making him sit up and look at you. "but what?" he repeated

"nothing" you smiled before stealing his blanket and running off to your room, making him get up to chase after you.

You were both laughing, but Tae was still catching his breath. You looked like you wanted to kiss him, no? His mind ran around in circles, ultimately convincing himself that he really does need to drop this and stop over analyzing everything.

He sat into his bed that night, looking over at his painting which leaned against his desk. He so desperately wanted tomorrow to be perfect, he wanted to win, but he also wanted to impress you.

His mind wandered down the rabbit hole. was it too clingy to ask to go to dinner after? was he annoying you and you didnt have the heart to tell him?

He rolled his face against his pillow, sighing heavily as tannie ran up and jumped on the bed, cuddling with him.

Across the hall you paced your room, glasses on as you tried to memorize your studying and figure out an outfit for tomorrow.

You gently hummed to yourself before moving the coat hangers around to see what you had, you dont exactly have 'art show' worthy clothes. You knew that ultimately it didnt matter, it wasnt about you, it was about him.

You climbed into bed and wrapped up your homework, deciding to pull your phone out and see if your boyfriend called or texted.

0 notifications

you sighed and opened up messages, texting him quickly.

you: hey....I hope you are okay? You havent texted or anything, im a little worried. you were supposed to pick me up today and then go for like coffee or something. did you forget? its okay if you did, just hope you are safe.

you bit your lip as you sent the message, waiting for a few minutes for a possible reply, but ultimately receiving nothing.

-

"ah, Yun Y/n, you really have impressed me, this is amazing"

you looked at your theatre teacher with hopeful eyes, glad that she appreciated the project script you stayed up to finish last night.

You bowed politely, "thank you so much, that means a lot"

"of course" she responded, taking her glasses off, "I really do hope you decide to take this class next year, you are one of my best students and I think the incoming freshmen would love to learn from your writing skills"

you smiled and nodded, "I dont see any reason why I wouldnt stay" you laughed lightly, making her nod, "good!"

she handed you your papers back with the received grade, allowing you to walk out into the hallway to see a certain someone.

"um...hello?" you spoke, aggravation evident in your voice. Kaito looked up from his bag at you, a guilty expression now showing.

"y/n, baby im sorry about yesterday"

"Look, I dont care about the pick-up thing, why couldnt you text me this morning even? I thought you died or something"

he laughs yet you were not amused. "My phone broke" he cleared his throat. You sigh and look around. "you know how many phones are on campus? you also have so many classes with Chae, would it kill you to relay the message?"

"im sorry, ok?"

you glared at him. 'Sorry' had become his broken record repeated phrase lately, and honestly, it didn't sound all to genuine anymore.

"yeah" you shrug and begin to walk away before he stops you. "Oh, are you free tonight?"

you stop and turn, shaking your head, "no, I have plans"

He scoffs, "doing what?"

"I have an art show with Taehyung and its late, we are going right home after"

"I see" he nods sarcastically, obviously pissed off. "are you going to the party that Jungkook is throwing at least?" he adds

"oh yeah....Dahyun invited me, I'll be there I guess" you mumble

"good" he smiled and held your cheek, making you look up at him. "dont bring him, okay?"

you look over his face before rolling your eyes and turning to walk to your next class.

Things lately with Kaito havent been as well as you had planned. When you two first started dating, the romance was there, there was a spark within sharing similar interests and likes, there were cute dates, late night conversations. As you find yourself walking down the hall, you wish that perhaps you never got to know the quiet boy in your acting class. You ponder about what would have happened if you two just remained friends, strangers, even.

His drinking was something you had been made aware of by a few classmates, but you can only blame yourself for ignoring them. As much as you hated to admit it, you didnt care in the moment. You are a young girl, who has vulnerabilities and of course wishes to find someone that makes her feel special....but given that....you also deserve pride, and the power to know, or to walk away from situations that arent helping you grow.

You dont ask much of kaito, he couldn't even pick you up on time and let you know why. It was borderline pathetic. He was pathetic, and the marks still evident on your wrist were enough to prove it.

you dont know what you had done in a past life to get such shitty treatment from men, but you could only pray that either the universe sends you in a different direction, or fixes the broken path you are currently trying to fight through.

-

"I called the restaurant, they take walk ins" Taehyung cheerfully spoke, barging into your room to see you sitting with your back towards him, papers sprawled around your desk surface.

"thats good" you mumble, refusing to turn around at the excited boy.

Taehyung notices the shift in your voice, the way your back is slumped over as you hid yourself in the piles of paper and homework. As he walked over, small droplets of tears resting on the wooden desktop below you are visible. You had been crying. A gentle hand comes up to graze against your back, remaining still for a moment before he spoke. "Y/N, whats going on?"

You sniffled, wishing that you could just be alone but also refraining against sending the boy out, he just wanted to help. "Im just stressed" a simple shrug and a blow of the nose make taehyung sit on the end of your bed as he faces you, deciding its enough distance from you, but not too much. "do you wanna talk about it?" he asks softly, his hair resting in front of his eyes, its grown so long these days.

You looked back at him and remained quiet for a moment before opening your mouth, "no" you shook your head. "I just....I just want tonight to be fun, I want you to have fun, I want this for us, just one day without anything pulling us down, okay?"

Taehyung nodded slowly, not sure what could have sent you into a spiral like this, but respecting your decision to not speak on it. "Okay, yeah, we will have fun okay?" he whispers, hand now holding yours as he got closer to you, wiping away your tears. "don't cry, everything will be alright sweet girl" he brings you into a tight hug as his words are close to brining you to cry again. You can blame it on being hormonal, but something about the comforting nature of the boy in front of you made you just want to constantly be there, support and love him for what he is. You would cling to him like a koala if you had the chance.

but he wasn't yours, and you were not his.

You had not been the best friend to taehyung for the past few weeks, something youve tried to make up for by either cooking, or buying him new art tools. You even stayed up late with him a few nights ago just letting him rant about all the shit on his plate. It made you realize that this boy would tell you every little detail about his life, he trusts you so much, yet you couldnt even be honest about the kaito situation.

Guilt was the best emotion to describe the feeling in your chest.

The best thing you could do tonight is to treat him like he were king of the world, he deserves a break, and it would kill you to have to be the one to ruin it again.

You sniffled and looked back at him, "so are you gonna show me the menu of the restaurant or what?"

Taehyung laughed lightly, squeezing your hand as he helped you up and led you out into the living room with him.

-

Every time Taehyung see's you upset, he feels as if those emotions transfer to him. If he could snap his fingers, or wave some magic wand, he would make it so you never cried again. A part of him was upset that you didnt feel comfy enough to open up about what exactly was bothering you, yet at the same time, he was able to understand your reasoning. You two fought more in the past few months than you have in your entire lives, it felt like walking on eggshells every time he spoke, he was fearful of losing you as a friend, so he made sure each word that came out of his mouth was nothing but delicate, kind, and loving.

He buttoned up his suit, smiling at himself in the mirror as he sprayed on some cologne you bought for him last Christmas. He remembers how much you loved to cuddle up to him when he got home from work, hiding your face in his neck, complimenting how good he had smelled.

Seems like those memories are so distant, in a way he almost mourns them. He is grateful to even have you at all, but as time goes on he truly believes he may never get over you, that you will always just be the one that actually got away.

He looks down at his drawer in his bathroom, the drawer that had been shared by you whenever you had used his bathroom. It hadnt been open in a while, but as he looked through it, he couldnt help but laugh.

purple nail polish.

You asked him if you had left it in his bathroom and he told you no. He thought it was cute that its the shade youve always worn. He even bought you a new bottle just so he could keep the one you left behind.

His mind flickers back to when you had begged him to let you paint his nails, after about 30 minutes of pestering, he finally gave in, letting you give him the full spa treatment.

He softly smiled as he examined the polish, carefully putting it back before walking out and into the living room.

"AHH you look so cute!" you giggled and ran up to him, squishing his bread cheeks. Tae had never worn a suit before, but you took him shopping a few days ago and convinced him he would look really good in one, and he has to admit he feels pretty well fit in it.

You fluffed his hair up and smiled softly, watching his eyes scan over you, something that made you blush. "You look really good, is this a new dress?" he asked quietly

"wow you noticed" you teased

"Of course, you look so pretty in it" He wanted to go on, he wanted to tell you how beautiful your smile looked and how it didnt matter what you wore, because in the museum full of brilliant art, he probably would only be able to look at you tonight.

"thank you" you shyly spoke, "are you ready?"

He held up his canvas, smiling brightly and nodding. "Here" you placed a plastic bag over the art so it wouldnt get destroyed or ruined in any way, especially since it was raining out.

"thank you" he spoke, lifting it up again before grabbing the umbrella and walking towards the door. "Lets go win that prize and rub it in everyones face" you tease, cheering as you made your way down the hall, tae walked behind and watched your childish nature, giggling to himself.

-

It was crowded.

You didnt even know there was this many art students in your school.

"just stay with me, its okay" Tae whispered to you after dropping off his artwork at the front table so they could enter it into the contest. He noticed your fidgety state, gently grabbing one of your hands with his own. You offered a light squeeze in acknowledgment.

"Taehyung!!!"

You both turned around to see Annie running up, smiling brightly with a glass in her hand. "Uhg Im so glad you made it, did you submit your work??"

"yeah I just gave it to them" he pointed at the adults working the table. "great, I seriously cant wait to see your work hung up, I know whatever it is will be beautiful."

"ah thank you, you are too kind" he spoke softly, feeling your grip on his arm tighten.

"Hi Annie" you spoke, annoyed that she chose to ignore you. "Oh hi!" she waved. "Im sorry, I forgot your name, what is it sweetheart?"

Taehyung scoffed quietly, stopping you from speaking before him "Her name is Y/N, I only talk about her all the time" he looked down at you, offering a reassuring smile.

"Oh, I forget everything im sorry" she giggled loudly. "cmon, lets go get something to drink" She tugged on his other arm eager to get him away from you.

"do you want anything?" he mouthed to you, making you shake your head. "no, go have fun" you offer, watching him give into annie's aggression with a sad smile, walking away.

You took your time walking around the exhibit, stopping at each frame to read the small descriptions and notes. You were never super artsy like Taehyung was, but it was impressive to see how dedicated he was.

you made your way through the large crowds of chatter, searching for taehyung before spotting him in the corner by the food stand. You walked over and gently hugged him from behind, it wasnt an act of anything, you just hated being in crowded areas, so you clung to him as best you could. His hand gently grazed along your arm before turning, a audible scoff from Annie is heard as he turns to face you.

"Hi sweet girl, You okay?"

"yeah" you nod, "I was just looking at all the art, which is beautiful but I think they have nothing on yours"

"Youre biased" he chuckled

"tsk tsk, I tell the truth" you giggled, hugging him as you rested your head on his chest, his arms around you loosely. To any onlookers, you two were a couple.

You both are naturally cling people, perhaps it can be to blame for how you both fell so easily into the friends with benefits thing.

"I didnt know you guys were dating" annie took a sip of her wine, gesturing between the both of you.

"oh no, we arent" you quickly spoke, "we are just really close"

"ah..." she trailed off and gave a knowing look to Taehyung, making him shrug. He didnt like to be mean, but he also liked seeing how jealous she got of you. He would never date Annie, and he felt guilty for maybe leading her on, but he feels pride in knowing that shes jealous of you.

you are his girl whether you were dating, friends, anything, everyone knew that.

"they have food if you are hungry" he suggested, patting your back to get your attention.

"Oh, thats okay, im saving room to stuff my face with Tteokbokki later" you both giggled,

"lets go look around, yeah?"

you nodded and grabbed his hand, leading him away from the judgmental girl watching you both like a hawk.

You noticed his frown as you sat in front of a canvas filled wall, "whats wrong, tae?"

"these are all....amazing..." he gestured towards a few, head lost in thought and self doubt.

"bubs, i promise you, yours is just as good if not better. remember what I said, no matter what happens, the outcome will be okay" you rubbed his shoulder, watching a small smile appear on his face.

"everything will be okay" he whispered to himself, taking a deep breath before nodding

-

As the night went on, guests were informed that the ranking and award ceremony would be taking place in just 15 minutes. Taehyung had been wrapped up in conversation with another one of his classmates, eyes absent mindedly searching around the banquet hall for you.

You told him a bit ago that you were gonna go grab a drink, and its been 10 minutes.

Across the room, little to his knowledge, you were wrapped up in your own conversation with a boy who caught you admiring his own work. "It took me a few months" the boy spoke softly, both of you standing in front of his painting. "You didnt want so submit it into the competition?" you asked, watching him shake his head. "I dont need people judging my art, it doesnt matter what they think. I like being able to just put it out into the world for what it is, I dont need a prize for that"

You were taken back by how well and soft spoken he was, unsure how to respond, "Whats your name by the way?"

"My name is Jung Hoseok" he bowed his head lightly, smiling brightly at you. "Ah nice to meet you Hoseok, Im Yun Y/N"

"pleasure meeting you" he spoke, shaking your hand. "so are you here tonight for your own art?" he added

"oh no, no, I am definitely not an artist", you giggled. "Im here with my best friend, he is the one participating tonight"

Taehyung finally found an out in the conversation and began his search for you, pushing through the room to see you standing next to some stranger. He would be lying if he said he didnt like to see you with other men, especially Hoseok, who was in his art class. He would rather you be standing with Kaito at that point.

"Oh taehyung!" Hoseok greeted the man you didnt even know stood behind you, making you turn and smile. "Sorry, I got lost" you giggled, taking his hand as he moved beside you. "Hello Hoseok" tae bowed his head.

"Y/N told me you are trying for the contest, good luck, I heard the judges tend to pick favorites" he laughed and tapped his arm, making him awkwardly smile. "I think he will be ok, wait until you see his painting, its beautiful" you spoke up

"Im sure" he looked at you both, bowing politely before walking off into a new conversation with his nearby friends.

"dont let his charm get to you, he isnt the nicest person" taehyung turns and speaks, gently leading you back to the front of the banquet hall.

"What? he seemed so sweet" you spoke

"I heard he is kind of....you know....like, he likes to play with multiple women at once" he explained as best he could, making you smile, "a man whore" you suggested, making him laugh. "yeah, a man whore"

"dont worry, Im not interested. Ive had enough boy drama to keep me away from any penis within a 5 mile radius" You spoke, watching Taehyung burst out in laughs. "speaking of him, is kaito mad you are here?"

"If he is, I dont care, tonight isnt about him, only you"

-

A few moments later, everyone had gathered into the front of the banquet hall, a panel of 3 judges proudly standing on the small stage ready to reward the prizes in rankings of the top 5 works of art submitted tonight.

"I am so nervous" Taehyung whispered, not directly at anyone but himself. You looked back and smiled, grabbing his hand and entwining it with your own. "Stop stressing, your hair is gonna go grey." you both quietly giggled before the lady on the mic began to speak.

"Thank you all so much for coming to our annual art banquet show, this is the 11th year we have been graciously welcomed back and we could not be more excited as the number of participants grow each year." she adjusted her glasses before speaking again. "Tonight is not about winning, or being the best, it is about recognizing talent of all unique levels, seeing things from other peoples eyes, its about the beauty of art"

The audience clapped lightly, making you smile as you looked around at everyone piled up together in anticipation.

"With that, I believe we are ready to begin the gift ceremony. The other judges and I graded on not only the art itself, but the impact received through it, we were looking for those who went outside the box, and we are happy to say we were not disappointed."

Taehyung looked at the black cloths that hung over the art work that was pinned on the wall up front, unsure if his was one of them or not.

"I'll remind everyone of the prizes, 5-3 place recieve a generous cash prize, as well as a discounted art session for next semester, 2 place recieves a larger amount of cash, while 1st place gets a visit to the Louvre Museum in Paris France, fully paid!"

The crowd happily cheers, the excitement in the room can easily be felt. You were nervous for Taehyung, not because you didnt think he could win, but you knew how much he wanted this trip. You wanted to see him happy, and most importantly, you wanted him to be proud of himself.

"We will now begin" The older woman walks to the lined up art, standing in front of one. "In 5th place, we will happily be awarding this to...." she gently pulled the black sheet off, revealing the art as the crowd clapped happily.

"Seo Yoon, with 'a walk with existence'"

you looked around to see the girl stand up and go to collect her certificate, bowing and thanking the judges.

"4th place, goes to.... Park Jimin, with 'serendipity'"

Everyone cheered as the younger man walked up to join the others.

You felt taehyungs hand squeeze yours lightly, as the 3rd person was revealed and it wasnt him, now he was eager. He either got 2nd, 1st, or none at all.

you gently rubbed his back as the woman went to reveal 2nd place. "In 2nd, we have..." the painting was revealed, "Kang Annie, with 'daydream'"

You both looked at eachother, "I didnt think her art was that good" taehyung claps but whispers in your ear, making you giggle and hold his arm for support. The tension in the room grew as the judge made her way to the remaining painting, the cloth gathering in her hand.

"and for first place, we, the judges have decided to reward...." the curtain felt like it fell in slow motion, taehyung quite literally on the edge of his seat.

"Kim Taehyung with 'Forever and a day'"

You jumped up immediately as his name was called, his beautiful painting on display for everyone to see as claps and "congratulations" were gifted his way.

"I won?" he mumbled, standing as you grabbed him close, hugging him tightly. "I fucking knew you could win!!! Im so proud!!!' you cupped his face and smiled, making him smile as well.

"get up there and claim your prize" you mumble, urging him up to the stage where he went to collect his prize and certificate. "Congratulations to everyone who won, and everyone who participated! lets get a round of applause for all the talent here tonight"

The room clapped loudly as you caught his eye, smirking and chanting loudly, maybe a bit too loudly for an art show. He laughed and congratulated the other winners, giving annie some bullshit answer when she joked about being his Paris plus one.

"You have no fucking idea how proud I am, Taehyung" you hugged him once more as you two started to get ready to head out. He made sure you took 10 million photos of his painting on display, making it your lock screen on your phone.

"I still cant believe I won.....it doesnt feel real" He joked, linking your arm with his as you both made your exit after saying goodbyes to everyone.

"wait until it hits, you are gonna be so proud of yourself. Paris....PARIS, taehyung, this shit is huge. Im not gonna lie, I almost cried when I heard your name"

"you did not!" he chuckled as you both walked to your car.

"Yes I did, you just dont get it" you teased "felt like such a power moment, you just know annie was pissed too....little bitch"

Taehyung bit back his laugh as he sat in the drivers seat, pulling his seatbelt on and resting his head back as you got in. "Thank you for everything, for coming....for just being my support" he spoke kindly, wide grin stuck on his face.

"dont thank me, im always gonna be here for you, seriously. Now, lets go eat until we get full, order dessert we cant finish, take it home and get drunk" You put your seatbelt on, car filled with excitement and giggles as he began to drive to dinner.

He really did feel excited, He was mostly in shock on how he was able to win something he threw together last minute.

Blame it on the alcohol, but some deep part of him wanted to come clean in this very moment, as you were now in the crowded restaurant, music blasted as you sang loudly, you looked so beautiful and alive.

The painting was about you.

Taehyung spent hours dedicating himself to that painting, and it was about you. It seemed like a perfect time to just rip the bandaid off right now, a night where everything was going right.

"y/n..." he mumbled, watching as you happily looked over at him, his heart now in his throat. you stopped dancing and made your way over to where he sat at the bar, your drunken self leaning forward to hear him over the music.

"I just wanted to tell y-"

"youre so handsome, jesus christ I hate you" you interrupt, words slurring as you look at him lovingly.

He knows you are drunk, but the comment still made him laugh, "thank you" he whispered as you walked back out to the dance floor, dragging him with you.

"ah y/n, im not really a dancer"

"you dont need to be, just listen to the music and feel it" you shout, jumping around and holding his hands. He has to admit, seeing you away from your usual tight knit persona was really attractive, of course he admired you always, but he never saw this side before, it was new and exciting.

He allowed himself to relax a bit, taking another shot before finally giving in and dancing with you in the crowded bar. "thats it!" you yell, jumping around with him as you both fell into fits of giggles. "cmere" you turned around and pressed your back to his chest, and even in his drunken state, his heart still fluttered at the sudden contact. You carefully danced against him, not in a promiscuous way, simply just a light sway.

You two ended up spending a bit too much money at the bar, making tae ultimately put a cap on the drinks for the night. You werent ready to leave yet, so he ordered a basket of fries and water, sitting at a table with you in the next room.

"we have to sober up just a little bit, I still have to drive home" he giggled and sat beside you, taking a few fries and shoving them into his mouth. "thanks bubs" you slur, eating the fries and chugging water like you havent had any in weeks.

"are you having the best day of your life?" you ask, making him smile, "yeah, I am actually" he held a fry up and fed it to you. "good, me too" you spoke, mouth open and full of food.

the two of you sat and spoke until you felt some of the alcohol waving off, "hmm, do you wanna go home?" you asked him, noticing how tired you both were getting.

It had been almost 5 hours youve been here, and you didnt want him to only stay because you wanted to.

"yeah...its kinda late" he smiled softly, standing up and helping you.

"youre okay to drive?" you ask, watching as he looked into the next room, listening to the jazz song that was playing.

"tae?" you walk over, watching him turn and smile. "wait, before we leave.." he held your hand and led you into the other room. "dance with me, just one last song" he looked down at you, and there was no way to say no to him.

You two were surrounded by some older couples, all of them turning their attention to you as you made your way into the center of the floor, saxophone blaring through the speakers.

Taehyungs long arms wrapped loosely around your waist, resting just above your butt, your arms reaching up to hold his shoulders as you two slowly swayed to the music.

"Why are you looking at me like that" you mutter, thankful for the dark lighting hiding the current blush on your face.

"Like what?" he smiled

You shrug, giggling softly, "I dont know" you bit your lip and looked at him, alcohol still able to be felt deep in your veins.

"whats so funny, hm?" he teased, looking directly at you with a wide smile, "whats my girl always laughing about?"

you shyly looked down, the weight of his gaze too much. Your head rested against his chest as butterflies filled your stomach. this was wrong.

"you cant say that" you whine quietly

"why not?" he stood back and gently spun you around, making you smile as your hands returned to his shoulders.

"because....im not your girl" you mumble, eyes fixated on both of your feet below.

He sighed and rested his head against yours, words not needed, yet actions saying much more as his hands squeezed your waist gently, rubbing up and down carefully.

you looked up at him finally as the song was coming to a close and allowed yourself to just be, smiling as he looked at you. "You will always be my girl" he whispered so only you two could hear, he quickly turned, grabbing your hand. "lets head home"

You felt breathless, and most of all guilty....but not in the way most would think. You were guilty about not feeling guilty. You had fun, and you werent going to apologize for the mindless flirting that occurred tonight.

-

The both got out of the car and jumped under the hood of your apartment complex, looking at the rain pouring.

"I had fun, tae..."

"I did too" he looked at you hopefully, his hand returning to yours.

"we need more time for just us, we've been so wrapped in other shit" you sigh, the sound of rain surrounding both of you.

"I agree, I dont care what we do, im always enjoying myself with you"

You smirk and jokingly jump towards him, embracing him tightly "ahhh tae tae...what will I do with you, little art boy" you smile as he laughs.

You both pull away, arms still on eachother as you stood outside your home. There was a moment of quietness, eyes scanning over eachothers faces.

"Tae...." you whisper, gathering your thoughts before he slowly leans in, nose brushing yours. The top of his lip grazes against yours as you lean in, suddenly realizing what was happening as you pull your head away.

He didnt react sharply, just watching you with sad eyes.

"we cant" you whispered, shaking your head

"why not?"

"because we dont know what we are doing tae, we know better than this." you firmly say

"do we?" he spoke calmly, eyes still fixated on you.

"yes.."

He looks down at your hands, squeezing them "please...."

You frown when he isnt looking, dragging your hand to pull his wet hair out of his face. "Im sorry" you softly spoke, rubbing your thumb over his cheek, "lets go get some rest, yeah?"

he waits a moment before nodding, silently following you into the apartment.

You werent sure what exactly was in the air tonight, but you knew something changed, and maybe it was the universe finally answering your call.

A/n: sorry ...

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[4wkjun]

hi mimi! could you write something about needy make out sessions with taehun please 😔😔 his lips soso pretty 😔 hope you’re doing good!

hi, anon! i’m doing great, wby? not gonna lie, i was about to write headcanons about taehun, but thinking about his pretty lips i got a little overwhelmed lmao. hope you like it <3

pretty lips | cth

pairing: choi taehun × afab!reader

genre: smut, friends with benefits.

warnings: swearing, suggestive in the beginning, marking (hickeys), finger sucking, nipple play, oral sex (fem!receiving), fingering, squirt, mention of protected sex.

word count: 2.5k

you and taehun have been friends for over four years now. he is one of the finest men you have ever seen in your entire life, but you never allowed yourself to look at him any differently. until now. you and taehun have been locked inside kyungjun’s coat closet after losing a stupid game. this was supposed to be a different version of “seven minutes in heaven”, lovely baptized as “stay there until you fuck” (ricky’s words, not yours).

however, taehun is your best friend. it doesn’t matter how good he looked that night (or any other moment of his life, he never had a bad day when it comes to his looks), you couldn’t afford to lose him because of a game. right?

“at least talk to me, y/n” he whined, poking your waist with his index finger. you yelped in place, looking at him with wide eyes. he looked so good under that warm yellowy light. “if you’re not gonna kiss me, talk to me.”

you laughed, holding his hand so he wouldn’t poke you again. he knew you were ticklish.

“what do you mean by that, choi taehun?” you asked, playfully. “if i’m not gonna kiss you?”

“are you gonna kiss me?”

“why would i?” you laughed, getting slowly nervous. “are you that desperate?”

taehun didn’t laugh back, looking away from you. he suddenly felt ridiculous, thinking you would feel the same as he did. you stopped laughing, looking at him seriously.

“taehun. talk to me.”

he looked at you with a soft smile on his lips, trying to hide his disappointment.

“i thought i was your best friend” you said, more of a question than a statement. “shouldn’t you be like... disgusted by me?”

“for fuck’s sake, y/n. i’m anything but disgusted by you” he mumbled, looking away. his ears got bright red as he spoke. “do you seriously never notice how much of a simp i am for you?”

“i don’t know. i guess i was too scared to lose you, hun” you said, genuinely.

“as if you could get rid of me” he joked, still looking away.

you laughed before approaching his body. the closet was pretty small, not allowing any of you to spread your legs, but you could manage to sit in front of him. he didn’t say anything as you adjusted your body inside of that cubicle. when you found a position that would probably give you leg cramps, but also give you easy access to taehun’s body, you leaned over to kiss his lips. you stopped only a few centimeters away from his mouth and whispered.

“if you want to do this, i’m all in. if you don’t, i’ll pretend this never happened.”

taehun barely gave you time to finish your sentence before closing the tiny gap between your lips. he waited a few seconds before circling your bottom lip with his hot tongue, desperate for your permission to deepen the kiss. when you allowed his tongue to meet yours, you automatically felt a know down your stomach. he kissed you so intensely, no one ever kissed you like that. usually, you kissed people in clubs just because, not because they were good kissers, but taehun? god, you’d let him kiss you forever.

you put your hand on his thigh, looking for support because of the weird position you were in. taehun noticed how uncomfortable you were, so he got away from your lips. you almost whined, not wanting him to let you go.

“sit on my lap” he whispered. you widened your eyes, surprised by taehun’s suggestion. “i won’t do anything, i promise. it’s just so you feel more comfortable.”

you giggled, shaking your head. he didn’t even have to tell you he wouldn’t do anything, you trusted taehun with all of your heart. you got up, allowing taehun to spread his legs where you were sitting before placing yourself on top of him. taehun wasted no time before kissing your lips again, enjoying the feeling of your taste against his tongue. your hands found the way to the nape of his neck, while one of his hands caressed your thigh and the other squeezed your waist.

your panties were getting stickier by the second and you knew taehun was just as amused as you because you could literally feel his growing boner against your clothed core. he kissed you for a while longer before pulling away and laying his head on your shoulder. his lips pecked your clavicle and he sighed.

“we should stop.”

“i thought it would take longer for you to regret kissing me, hun” you said in a playful tone (but a little disappointed, since you didn’t want him to stop). he laughed against your skin.

“i’m definitely not regretting it, honey. i’m asking you to stop before i can’t control myself anymore.”

right there and then you felt the knot in your stomach tighter. the thought of taehun being just as needy for you as you were for him at the moment made you clench around nothing.

“what if i don’t want you to control yourself?”

taehun laughed, looking into your eyes. his gaze was just as sweet as his smile.

“then you’re gonna go out with me first. on a real date.”

“set the date, i’ll be there.”

taehun has taken you out five times so far but still hasn’t had sex with you. honestly, you didn’t even think of it during the dates, because you actually had a good time. but every time you entered his car and started to make out, you could only think of jumping into the backseat and letting him fuck you dumb.

your mom didn’t ask a thing when you told her you were heading to taehun’s because you were gonna watch a movie. you’ve been best friends since you turned sixteen, and your whole family got used to you being glued on the sweet guy. his parents also didn’t care before leaving the two of you alone in the living room.

“do you want anything from the mall?” his mom asked, smiling. you denied it and thanked her, asking if she didn’t want to stay and watch avatar with you two. you almost thank god when she denied it and headed to the door, locking it behind her.

taehun laid on the couch once the movie started, pulling you in to lay with him. your back was pressed against his chest, his arm around your waist. you couldn’t fully focus on the movie, overwhelmed by taehun’s scent so close to you.

“stop moving, baby. do you want me to get hard or what?” he hissed, holding your hip in place. you laughed and turned around to face him. “you’re so pretty” he pouted.

you giggled before leaning in to peck his lips. a while later, you realized your current situation; the sweet peck you gave him became a makeout session, with your body on top of his. his hands would caress your sides every once in a while, squeezing your waist and thighs. and again, the know in your stomach appeared. after your date with taehun, you realized he wasn’t really putting an effort to make you horny just by kissing. it was just him. it was the way he kissed you with nothing in particular

accidentally, your brain turned off and only your instincts stayed on, so you ended up grinding against taehun’s clothed crotch. his cock was growing harder by the minute underneath you and he let a groan out of his throat when you did so. for the first time when he opened his eyes, you saw nothing but lust inside of his pupils.

“hun...” you whined.

taehun didn’t answer, he just jolted his hips, making you rock on top of his cock again. you whimpered, feeling the fabric of your clothes rubbing your clit.

“i should’ve bought condoms” he whined, closing his eyes in disbelief. you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. 

“we don’t have to do anything” you said, leaning in to kiss his jaw.

“easy for you to say that after grinding on me” he chuckled, squeezing your waist.

“it’s your fault!” you said, getting away from his face and playfully slapping his chest. “if you weren’t such a good kisser, i wouldn’t be horny every time you kiss me.”

taehun arched his eyebrows, looking at you funny. you realized the words you just let out of your mouth, hiding your head in the crook of his neck again.

“are you that desperate?” he asked, mocking you. you groaned, slapping his chest again. he let a loud laugh out before grabbing your hand from his chest and kissing your digits. even the slightest touch of his lips in your hands made you clench around nothing. you lifted your head and your breath got caught in your throat as his pretty lips closed around your fingers, making them wet with his saliva. you moaned at the sight of him staring at you like that. “isn’t it just my kisses on your lips, then?”

you didn’t respond, not finding any family-friendly word inside of your fucked up brain. taehun laughed at your lack of response, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“where else should i kiss?” he asked in a whisper.

you wanted to scream “my whole body!”, but you didn’t have to. taehun’s hands pulled you by the waist, so you could lean further on top of him. his lips got attached to your neck, giving openmouthed kisses on your soft skin. he found your sweet spot faster than you expected, making you gasp when he sucked on it. you knew he would leave a mark, but who cares?

taehun could feel his cock leaking precum just by the sound of your whimpers and gasps, his hands were holding your ass so tight he got worried he was hurting you.

“taehun...” you moaned. you didn’t have to elaborate a whole ask, he knew what you wanted.

his hands got underneath your shirt, slowly pulling it up. letting go of your (now) bruised neck, he looked into your eyes.

“i need you to give me consent, baby” he said, softly.

“i’ll give you anything you want, just please touch me” you whined. he smiled big before pulling your shirt through your arms and head, happy to see your lacy bra right in front of his face.

not wasting time, he attached his lips to your collarbone, sucking softly at your skin. you caressed his hair, closing your eyes at the feeling. he opened your bra while still kissing your chest, happy to see how you reacted to his touches.

you let taehun slide your bra down your arms, watching him drop the piece of clothing down on the floor. it takes around two seconds before taehun let go of your chest to admire your naked upper body. he smiled at you, mesmerized by how pretty you are.

“why do you gotta be so beautiful?” he asked, his soft hands caressing your boobs. he didn’t have to pull you in, you leaned forward so he could wrap his lips around your tits, making him laugh.

taehun gladly wrapped his lips around your hard nipple, sucking on it. you moaned, encouraging him to continue. seriously, is there anything these pretty lips couldn’t do right? he sucked on your sensitive bud until it softened in his mouth, your panties only getting wetter.

“do you want me to stop here?” he asked, caressing your other nipple.

“no, please” you whined, breathing heavily.

“i’m not gonna fuck you tonight, baby” he warned, his hand caressing your waist. “are you ok with that?”

you weren’t, actually. you were soaking wet, completely desperate to sink down his shaft. however, you just wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if taehun stopped there, you needed to cum.

“it’s ok, hun. please, it hurts already” you whined. taehun smiled, genuinely surprised by his effect on you.

careful not to throw you on the ground by accident, taehun turned you around on the couch, laying you softly on the pillows. he looked at you hesitant again before pulling your shorts down, waiting for your aval. you nodded, desperate. he giggled before pulling both your shorts and your panties down, exposing your body for him. only for him.

“you’re soaking wet for me, baby” he hummed, his fingertips collecting your arousal. you moaned in anticipation.

“hun, please...” you whined.

taehun lowered his head, kissing your inner thigh. you breathed heavily by his sweet and wet kisses so close but still far away from your aching cunt. he seemed to be enjoying this moment, maybe even more than you.

you lowered your hand enough to caress his black strings, silently asking him for some sort of relief. nodding, taehun placed a little kiss (literally a peck) on your clit, just to see your reaction. you whined, wanting to really feel him.

“please, please” you begged, dripping arousal on his couch. he smiled again before wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking it slowly. you threw your head back, biting your bottom lip so you wouldn’t let a loud moan out.

licking a stripe from your dripping hole to your clit, taehun watched your body twitch underneath him. he couldn’t help but grind himself against the couch, hard as a rock. as taehun started to make out with your throbbing pussy, you lost control of your own mouth, whimpering nonstop.

taehun seemed very serious about his kissing skills, it didn’t matter which lips we were talking about. every whimper you let out, more eager to taste your sweet cum. lowering one of his hands to stroke his own cock through his pants, taehun kept eating you out as if his life depended on this.

“please, i’m so close” you moaned, gripping onto his hair. taehun let go of his cock to slip two of his digits inside of you, curling them against your g-spot.

you gasped as taehun stimulated your cunt, making your orgasm wash over you quickly, releasing the know inside of you. taehun kept stimulating you through your high, groaning. you didn’t understand at first why he’d groan making you cum, until you feel it. you felt your juices dripping down your ass and immediately covered your face with a pillow.

“you...” taehun started with a groan.

“i’m sorry” you said, muffled by the pillow. taehun took the pillow off your face, laughing.

“why are you sorry? this was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen” he said, lowering himself between your body to kiss you. you could taste your own taste in his tongue and feel his hard cock against your sensitive cunt.

“want me to take care of you?” you asked when his lips got away from yours.

“i want you to wait for me a bit, hm?” he said, getting up. you looked at him, confused. “i’m heading to the drugstore real quick, be right back.”

“i thought you weren’t gonna fuck me tonight?”

“just shut up and wait for me” he joked.

you would always wait for his pretty lips to come back.

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[lambourngb]

Nailing that Dynamic- Recs - Day 1

Day 1 for Creator’s Week, and I gotta say, this is my favorite fan event, mainly because it was the first one I participated last year. This little rec set is devoted to dynamics, divided into friendship, found family, and finally romantic (and yes, that’s Malex with me.)

We’ve had two seasons of this show, and while I can’t really relate to aliens or even the immigrant story, I do relate strongly to the stories behind friendship. I can say my appetite for fic with a good friendship dynamic will always be there.

Will You Be My Friend- Circle Yes or No (recs)

Finding You by @myrmidryad  (122,000) - If by chance the canon from high school bums you out, this is the story to read. Gin writing malex is always a ‘no-brainer I’m gonna read it story’ for me, but what really set this epic apart was how beautifully Gin writes the friendship dynamics between Michael & Liz, and Michael & Max. It’s a canon-divergent story with no-murder of Rosa or the shed scene, where in order to avoid enlistment, Alex disappears from Roswell and joins the Max & Liz road trip with Michael in tow. They just need to fill that gap between high school and the opening of the dorms at UNM so they can start a life together. And fill it they do with this road trip. There were moments where I sobbed with how badly Michael needed this in canon and didn’t get it. It also made me like Max, so, yeah. Great writing and characterizations here.

Hit the Road by @bestillmyslashyheart - (7,100) - One of the brightest spots for me in season two was Rosa Ortecho, and one of the most frustrating parts of season two was the fact we didn’t get any interaction between her and Alex. *screams* At least I had a few crumbs of Rosa & Maria (not nearly enough!) but still. Where there’s a glaring gap in canon, thank god there’s fanfic. Marlo treats us to a delightful story written post season 1, but had some surprisingly psychic lines about Malex, number one how they don’t think they are good for one another. I really enjoyed what this story says about leaving-  and honestly, the town of Roswell has so much pain tied to these characters, they should all take long road trips away from it.

a few drinks and some conversation by @christchex / @michaels-blackhat (5,600 ) - this one is set post-season 2, with all the complications of Michael deciding now wasn’t the right time for him and Alex, while also working on giving Maria the right space after their breakup.  I think it’s pretty clear that Michael needs a friend he’s not related to and someone he hasn’t slept with - to provide him so low-stakes genuine company outside of the alien bullshit and love triangle dynamics. Christi does this beautifully through the eyes of an OC and the number of times I’ve read this story is like 10, and also, it’s inspired my current story about Michael going on dates.

and headin’ out singing our song by @stars-and-sunshine (4,100) post season 2, Alex and Michael head off on a road trip (okay, this is a trope I apparently like since I’ve recced three stories now, hahaha) after Alex’s car breaks down. There’s a careful space in this story, of two men building a friendship again. The roadtrip details are beautiful, but what stayed with me is a scene in the museum. That summer of 2008 had some ghosts to address.

If I Follow You Home, Will You Keep Me? found-family dynamics

When You’re Gone by @bestillmyslashyheart (8,200) - Before I tell you why I love this story, I want everyone to follow the next link and read this story about email and messages and grief in the digital age [trigger for cancer death] chat history by Rebecca  Armendariz. (She also wrote a follow up called Timelines published by the Hairpin that talks about the memory function on facebook.) So back to the story, this is Rosa, opening her email 10 years after her death and reading the messages people sent her, thinking they were speaking into the void. Liz, Maria, Alex, Mimi and Arturo, all of them sending her notes, sometimes time passes without an email, then an event triggers that memory of Rosa not being there- and yeah, I found this whole thing to be so moving.

Never Ever Getting Rid of Me by @spaceskam - (4,400) this probably could have gone in the friendship side, but I feel like when you work in a high stakes place like a hospital, friends is a term that ends up being too light, and with the level of competition and stress it grows a bond like family... anyway, this is an AU where Michael and Kyle end up at the same hospital as competing interns but some elements of canon are still there.

still fixing all the cracks by @emma-arthur -  (3,400) this is a pre-canon story, set when Alex is 14. He’s still a soft child, being tortured by his dad, and soaking up the attention from Liz, Rosa and Arturo when he breaks a glass and spirals. Heavy discussion of child abuse and homophobic abuse, but a really good exploration of the canon-neglected Liz & Alex friendship, plus with that paternal Arturo Ortecho in the mix...

Ophiuchus by @planetsam - (11,600) the other bright side of season 2 was the reveal of Walt Sanders as being not only Michael’s boss, but someone who knew his mother, knew what he was, and silently looked out for him...now of course I wish he had been more overt in doing this, but fanfic once again has fixed this canon-oversight. This is an incredible look through Walt’s eyes as he gets in over his head adopting an alien child, especially one who already had issues from previous foster placements. I could read a million words in this verse.

The Michael Sanders AU by @prouvaireafterdark (17,000 ) And speaking of great AUs where Michael is raised by Walt, I would be really amiss in not mentioning this one. It’s got hot high school Malex moments, emotional/hurt comfort for both Michael’s past foster placements but also the shit Alex is living with at home. I have to say “Honey if You Stay” is my favorite, just because of how badly I wanted to hug teen Alex...

and finally, no found family rec list could be complete without mentioning the epic series To Raise a Child (117,000 in progress) by @haloud and @maeglinthebold - season 2 put some hits on my headspace and emotional reserves, not to mention 2020 nonsense, so I’m dreadfully behind in commenting on this story. It’s just a huge emotional bandaid for me right now- it takes the idea of “what if the adults in Roswell actually looked out for their children (and other peoples children) and protected them from shit” and what would that change. Michael was found at 7 and then runs away to Roswell at 10, so yeah, humans have already done their best to convince him the world sucks and only finding his siblings matters... Jim Valenti steps in, knowing what he is, and finds him a place in Roswell with Arturo Ortecho. Anyway, everyone gets a turn- Jim, Mimi, the kids, etc in the story, it’s well rounded and fleshed out. Obviously being a malex person my favorite parts are the kid-friendship/this-is-just-a-crush moments in second story, where if you hadn’t lost your heart to Michael Ortecho by then, well, you’re a goner after that story. 

I Could Build Your Heart A Home (malex recs)

time will lie down and be still by @islndgurl777 (29,600) the Practical Magic AU - which I loved but I have never seen the movie it’s based on lol... anyway, this story almost belonged up with my found family dynamic recs, because the story opens with Isobel and Michael being 7 and 8 years old alien siblings and left with Mimi Deluca to raise with her daughter Maria, because with their father recently dead, their mother would soon follow as a species level soulmate bond. Michael vows never to fall in love. Then there’s a beautiful friendship between Maria, Liz, Isobel and Michael as they grow up together that I just wanted to roll around in forever... However this is a Malex rec, so once Alex enters the story in high school and things go down similarly with Jesse, Michael is heartbroken, his soulmate (he thinks) is gone, vanished into the Air Force, and he spends the next 10 years helping Maria, going to school with Liz, and keeping in touch with Isobel. Until 2018 when Isobel finds out her perfect man was like them, an alien, and bad, and they are forced to cover up his murder. Then Alex comes to town. But the soulmate storyline is the winner here and I just re-read it again.

here everyone knows (you’re the way to my heart) by @adamsparirsh (19,700) So this story tackles a dynamic that think will be the death-knell to the Alex/Forrest relationship- the weight of the alien secret and Alex’s responsibility gland and what that looks like to someone who wants to be in a relationship with him. The exclusion. But outside of that- there’s this part of Alex that isn’t willing to let anyone in that isn’t already there, and that’s Michael. I’m fucking weak for stories where these two assholes can’t connect with anyone but each other, and this one hits it. There’s also so many lovely friendship dynamics between everyone showing up for Alex- like Rosa, Isobel, Max, Maria. Obviously this is a Malex-is-endgame story, even though it starts Alex/Forrest.

it’s a long road back to you by @magsthemagical  (17,000) This was an interesting, now AU take on what if Maria/Michael dated at the same time as Alex/Forrest, and honestly, I thought basted on the season two spoilers that was where we were heading. I was gobsmacked by 2x13. Anyway, here’s a story that discusses the tension that would happen if there had been simultaneous dating going on…the parts where Michael sees Alex being open with someone other than him were very raw and true to how I would think he would feel. For 10 years he wanted that and didn’t get it, and so of course the problem was probably him?? Anyway, I enjoyed this a lot, and again felt robbed that we are heading into a new triangle for season 3. 

untouched by @prouvaireafterdark (5,200) - okay, you know when you have an alien soulmate idea in your head and you want it to appear on the page, and then it does and it’s everything you wanted? That’s what happened to me when ‘Untouched’ appeared. Obviously it’s AU, but my reptile brain just loves the idea that Michael and Alex can’t get off with anyone else, and then that frustration builds into a sexy explosion... there’s also some communcation happening with these clowns. But seriously for 5,000 words, A LOT HAPPENS here and I loved every word.

Would you come home by @caitlesshea (1000) How great would have it been if season 2 had ended with Michael and Alex found a baby in a stasis pod instead of Beardy Jones? Like seriously, this short little fic healed so many of my wounds from season 2 that I couldn’t help but include it here. I would take 50,000 more words in this sadly AU take. 

Hoarding you by @foramomentonly (1200) okay, so the rain smell, like 2x04 was low key my favorite episode of RNM ever, especially with Alex throwing that flirty line “It’s smells like rain, that’s what you smell like under the grease and bourbon’ and this author takes that line, and fucking murders me with the idea that Alex can’t move on because of that smell. And Michael is now his, and finds out about it. This is my head canon, okay? No one can talk me out of it.

If you like any of these recs, please leave a comment on the story- a ‘this was awesome’ is enough to propell an author into the stratosphere with happiness, so don’t worry about coming up with a unique, never before shared insight- sometimes a keyboard smash and emogi makes all the difference!

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[xpearlshippingx]

Sorato, Drabble # 142. Hold my hand so he gets jealous!

* Hello thanks for the ask, It took awhile but here you go ! Hope you like it ! Special shout-out to @digidigi-monmon who I consulted for plot idea as it is a hard prompt with thier personality. Really appreciate it ! Additional note: The story is set somewhere during 02

Sora didn't mean to reveal so much about her situation with a certain blond but an innocent question about Yamato from Mimi and suddenly the pent up frustration from the past week seem to sip out

" I get that he is busy with the band and upcoming tests but I get the feeling that he is avoiding me ... and he seems more close off lately too..."

" Hmm, Yamato is close off" the pink hair girl lazing around in the corner commented off handly while flipping through a magazine. " That a surprise"

" Mimi" Sora deadpanned. She definitely wasn't in the mood for sarcasm

" Right, serious problem here" Mimi tears her attention away from the magazine and feigns soberness. The bearer of purity then stood up with a flourish and announced grandly " not to worry, I know exactly what you should do"

The dramatic and bold declaration did nothing to reassure Sora. She loves Mimi like her own sister but her advice did have a tendency to backfire and make the situation worse sometimes " You know what, we should just forget about this and ..."

" Make him jealous"

She was cut off before she could complete her sentence and she faced the girl, confounded " Excuse me ?"

" Make. Him. Jealous"

Mimi repeated, enunciating each syllabus, deliberately slow" Make him worry a little!! hold someone's hand so he gets jealous! Trust me, he won't be able to avoid you then "

" I can't do that !" Sora can't help but exclaim. What kind of advice was that? how is that supposed to help

"It's good advice" The girl defended " too much jealousy can ruin a relationship but a little jealousy never hurts. More importantly, I want to see Yamato being jealous, it's hard to imagine. I bet it going to be... "

" Mimi!"

" Geez all right " Mimi raised her hand in a surrender fashion, a genuine expression crosses her feature " look if you are that worried, why don't you have a talk with him? Relationships are about communication, you should know that being the bearer of love right? "

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She finds herself in front of the band practice room hours after her impromptu talk with Mimi. She hated to admit it but her friend brought up a very important and valid point, one that she should have thought of sooner

Now that she is actually in front of the door and about to confront him, all the bravo and adrenaline from before seem to escape her. Her hand reaches for the handle before withdrawing at the last moment.

Perhaps now is not the best time. It was an excuse and an act of cowardness but she doesn't really care.

She was about to turn and walk away when the door was flung open suddenly. She freezes as Yamato step out of the room and a pair of shock blue eye locked on her

" Sora? What are you doing here? it late "

" I " all the points and words that she crafts up just now for this very moment jumble in her mind and she draws a blank as she tries to unjumble it " I.."

The piercing blue eyes soften. A hand was placed on her shoulder and she was gently guided out of the hallway before she could even process it

" Come on, I will take you home"

The familiar feel of his hand and the affectionate tone soothe her nerves and she took a deep breath. It now or never

" We need to talk "

Yamato pause mid-step and study her questioningly

" Is there something wrong?"

" it just... why have you been avoiding me recently ?" she blurted out in a rush

" Sora you know I have been occupied with band practice"

" I know that, but I happen to know you well enough to know that something is bothering you and that is why you are avoiding me using the band as an excuse " She counters " what is going on Yamato? I want to help "

The blond sighs and removes his hand from her shoulder before letting their eye meet for the second time. It suddenly dawns on her how tired he looks, a subtle hint of guilt present in his iris

“ I’m sorry “

The unexpected and quick apology took her off guard and she grabs his hand unconsciously, growing concern for the boy

“ Yamato ? “

She felt him tightening his grip as if drawing strength from it and she strokes his thumb in a manner that she hopes can calm him

“ I’m scared,” Yamato confessed in barely a whisper and she blinked, bewildered. Scared? What is he scared of? Scared of her?

“ This “ he gesture to the two of them, “ is very new to me, it overwhelming and it frightens me “

Sora frowns, she knows that this is new but she still doesn’t understand why he would be so frightened by it

“My parents were so happy together Sora but they ended up getting a divorce.” Yamato continued in one of the most vulnerable tones she ever heard and her heart clenched “ I saw some flashes of their happy moment being reflected in our relationship and It got me thinking what if we will end up like them? ”

Of course, the divorce. Her own parent might not be divorced but with her dad being out of town so much, she could understand his position even if it a little

“ Hey, it's going to be ok “ she placed her free hand on his shoulder “ I’m not going to lie and say that it going to be easy and I can’t promise you forever but I can promise you that we will figure it out … together“

“ Do you think we will be able to? “

She has never been so confident as she replied “ I know we will”

#digimon adventure #sora takenouchi #sorato #yamato ishida #mimi tachikawa #fanfic

[mimithings97]

7:58pm

When babysitting time almost ends prematurely ;) Based on the Drabble Request:

#14 “how am i supposed to know you put a banana in your pocket?”

Word Count: 2k

A/N: For the anon that said ‘Oh my god 😂😂😂😂😂 #14 and jungkook bls crackety crack crack that newborn chickies would be jealous 😂😂😂😂’, I don’t even know what you meant but I love it and enjoy, Mimi x

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You’re completely fucking neck deep.

And you wished you could say that in any other way than the one you mean. Like neck deep in a steamy bath with salts and candles and the smelly shit Jungkook uses after the gym because it’s a home smell. Or like neck deep on your couch with records soothing the ears and some kind of fried dish sizzling on your cooker. Fuck, like neck deep in the smell of sex as someone pile dri-

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N! I- er- can’t reach the bathroom door thingy!” 

Nah. 

You’re neck deep in the stress of your two nephews and niece. 

“Yeh, Jae, just give it a big push and it’ll open.” 

“Mmm, tried that!” he’s pouting but still finds the energy to contradict his face by skipping around your legs. 

“Fine. Bathroom door here we come!” But you’re in no way enthusiastic. 

Yoongi, on the pretence that these are in fact his children, would say they’re beautifully brimming with life, immature and youthful in the sweet kind of way, the apples to his eye, the stars to his fucking moon. You’re brother turned real sappy over the course of fatherhood. And to be honest, you’d liked them, at first, when they couldn’t talk, when they didn’t all start dressing the same and you could tell one apart from the other, when you didn’t have to face them alone and without the extra strong arms of your boyfriend.

Yet you find yourself into the fourth hour of damage control to your apartment and toilet brakes consistent with that of an elderly woman with pelvic floor dysfunction.

Jungkook’s better at this than you. He has the ability to reinvigorate his childhood self and channel it all in babysitting days. That and he stashes banana milk to the brim and out of your reach in the top cupboard just so he can retrieve it and play ‘fun uncle Kook’. He’ll say it’s just because he loves banana milk and to be honest, you can’t really argue with that. 

And, shit, you miss him.

“Auntie Y/N.” Her voice is sweet but you see the glint of the devil in her eye, you swear. 

“Yes, Mai.”

“Daddy makes me hot chocolate before bed, and bedtimes almost here.” You frown deep. Yoongi almost definitely doesn’t make them hot chocolate because Sannie has a nut allergy, but how can you tell a child she’s lying. 

“And auntie Y/N.” She strings it out like it’s honey and silk and fuck does it work.

“Yes Mai?”

“I think Jae’s locked himself in the toilet.” 

Fuck! Damn children and their short arms that can’t reach over their heads!

The girl in the plaid pyjamas, watching on amused as you scramble for the bathroom, has more sense than you’ll ever have at 8pm. It’s sad, but sadder when the door creaks and reveals first a sniffle and then an all out sob before the small bundle curls into one of your legs. You’re wearing jeans, but he hugs you like you’re soft and comforting. It kind of thins your edges a bit and you scoop him up in no time, because babysitting is a bitch, but you’re not.

“Oh bubby, did you get yourself trapped in the toilet.”

“Mmm,” a sleeve covered tiny fist rubs at his eyes, and he gives a tinier nod before he flops down into your neck. 

You pace the apartment with shuffled walks, an attempt to soothe the dying hiccups on your shoulder, and find a spot in behind the sofa to watch on as the other two make a plaything out of Jungkook’s exercise band. You should have the sense to tell them to be careful but every time Sannie pulls one end, Mai pulls the other and then Mai, the 5 minute older triplet that she is, sends San flying, is just a bit too good to distract them from. 

It’s a shame the sound of keys and the hallway light has to disturb the ‘peace’. 

“What do we have here!” 

Jae shifts at the same time as you to spare a glance at the man in the doorway. Business casual, because it’s a Friday, looks good on him, and the smile he adorns when the first two bound up and at him with speed looks even better. 

“Uncle Kook!”

“Sannie!” He throws San over one shoulder.

“Uncle Kookkkk!”

And pushes a fist out to the other. 

“Mai my bro, how we chillin.” 

Her tiny fist meets his before pulling back in a fake explosion. You don’t know when the tradition started, why Jungkook thinks it’s appropriate, but because she replies with a small, “peachy, Kookie, peachy,” you might just have to smile and feign sensibility. 

Your early day perception of Jungkook definitely didn’t pip him as one for children, to the extent you genuinely thought he was scared of them. But then he cried when Yoongi announced his girlfriends pregnancy, cried harder when three munchkins were born, and forever since has lived up to the job of ‘best uncle’ despite having 5 others to contend with. Your brother and him were stunningly close like that. It’s how you and Jungkook had met. And now you’ve come to love the 8pm deadline, rather than 10:30, he’s set out of his training session, because now you get to share the wonder that is your boyfriend with three tiny faces. You almost think they adore him as much as you. Almost.

“And what’s up with this little champ ey?”

You give him a gentle shake to rouse him, then he finds your eyes, then Jungkook’s and finally throws two chubby arms in his direction even though Kook already had his hug ready and waiting. Your boyfriends probably sweaty, but the boy pays no mind and finds his peace between shoulder and neck. Jungkook turns your way.

“Hey you,” his eyes glint like that when he misses you. Maybe you blush. 

“Hey you.” 

“Why is the bread baby crying?” Jae’s got rolls for days, arms, legs, hands and feet just round and pure squish and you know it’s because Yoongi can’t say no to him like he can the others.  

“He couldn’t get out of the bathroom.” 

There’s a bottle of protein shake on the side that you’d readied in preparation for Jungkook’s appearance, and he takes it gladly in one hand whilst balancing Jae, impressively on the other. 

“Macho man!” Jae perks his head up a bit at the nickname, eyes a little more alive than when they were puffy, “you gotta start doing your morning stretches like I said. Those arms aren’t gonna grow themselves,” the shit he spouts sometimes you swear-

“I know, uncle Kook, I’ll try, but- but- but, maybe you and auntie Y/N could make another door, a little smaller, fo-for me.” It’s a cute enough statement that you keen, Jungkook too, and you both share a look of despair at the blubbering stutter of baby that is your nephew. 

“I’ll see what I can do for you champ,” and finally Jungkook and his arms are set free, Jae shuffling small steps across the wooden floor with his penguin socks loose and giving you a final moment of broodiness. 

You distract the impending coo you were going to let off in favour of picking up the remnants of dinner, which turned to playtime, as tomatoes and carrots line the cracks in your floor. 

Jungkook’s got a sweaty hand on your neck though, needing stress and the evenings memories away for a few brief seconds. He’s got those kinds of hands. The ones you can talk about for hours because they’re strong, fucking pretty, do glorious things in glorious places and dirty things in others. His hand drops though before babysitting time ends prematurely. Yoongi doesn’t get back until tomorrow morning, so even a wisp of a thought of that man behind you and how he’s definitely sweaty and definitely a feast, is gone, poof, dissipated. 

“How’ve they been? Rough work again?”

“Mmm, of course,” you take a note the bin needs to be taken out as you chuck the last remaining pieces away. 

“Come on, they’re not that bad.” You’re ready to tell him to go suck one and try and do it by himself, but there’s hands on your hips, warm, sweaty, soothing, and a dick against your ass...hard.

“Jungkook!”

“What, they’re really alri-”

“The fuck are you doing the triplets are literally there,” his lips pull back from where they had settled on your neck. 

“D’you mean, I’m not doing anything.” He’s high pitched like he doesn’t know his dicks up your ass, so you scoff. 

“What are you hard for, you mong,” but you go to push him away, arm behind your back, firm to his hip, yet your hand meets something harder than his abs - he works out, but not enough to make him that solid - and definitely a different shap to how his cock normally feels - and you’ve felt him up enough times to know. “And why is your boner shaped like that?”

“Boner, I’m not ev-”

You spin, eye his botched erection, and dip a hand to his pocket. He looks at you, shocked, puzzled, and suddenly you’re prematurely plunging into your grave in the shame of thinking what you were thinking. 

“Wait, did you think this was my d-i-c-k!” 

He waves it, his choked laugh too, in your face. You’re red, and probably crying, but your cheeks are so hot with embarrassment you don’t know.

“How was I supposed to know you had a banana in your pocket!”

He laughs fully enough that the kids seek out it’s source. 

“Uncle Kook, uncle Kook, can I have a bite?”

He gives her the whole thing, still staring at you with teeth on show, a story to tell Yoongi, and one final blow to the shit show that is your life,

“Mai.”

“Yes uncle Kook.”

“Tell auntie Y/N she’s nasty.” 

And when nasty is a whole other word for a child, Mai proceeds unphased, probably believing in the sentiment of the statement. 

“Auntie Y/N.”

“Yes Mai.”

“You’re nasty.”

...Fuck.

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[mimixeu]

                              TV  TROPES    ⸺    eutask  number  five.                                       ➥    click  the  read  more  to  proceed.

EVERYONE  HAS  STANDARDS    :    mimi  has  a  big  reputation  for  taking  things  to  the  next  level.    she’s  mischievous,    loud,    and  somewhat  of  a  prankster,    and  while  it’s  all  in  good  fun,    there  are  some  things  that  even  she  won’t  do.    for  example,    she  tends  to  not  bother  people  who  she  knows  cannot  handle  her  teasing    (    i.e.  people  who  are  too  nice  or  way  too  innocent    ),    preferring  to  stick  to  those  who  are  of  equal  footing  to  her  but  are  easy  to  agitate  or  quick  to  rile  up.    even  she  wouldn’t  prank  a  child  or  the  elderly  without  good  reason,    or  go  so  far  as  to  cause  serious  physical  pain  and  injury  to  her    (    often  unwilling    )    victim.    she  might  be  a  troublemaker  but  she’s  not  completely  without  morals.

REBELLIOUS  SPIRIT    :    authority  is  mimi’s  least  favourite  word  and  she  very  much  makes  a  point  of  letting  the  whole  world  know  how  she  feels  about  it.    the  minute  you  put  down  any  sort  of  rule  or  regulation  in  front  of  her,    you  know  she’ll  be  heading  in  the  opposite  direction.    simply  put,    mimi  does  not  fare  well  with  responsibility.    aside  from  handing  out  free  smoothies  to  her  friends  when  she  has  a  shift  at  berry  bliss,    mimi  simply  refuses  to  attend  ra  meetings    (    much  to  their  chagrin    ),    and,    in  the  past,    turned  down  quests  and  ignored  advice  on  how  to  hone  her  abilities,    just  to  get  back  at  her  father.    on  top  of  that,    she’s  dropped  out  of  several  majors  in  the  last  five  years  and  has  a  tendency  to  skip  classes  that  don’t  pique  her  interest.    what  can  she  say    ?    she’s  a  slacker,    get  used  to  it.

DEADPAN  SNARKER    :    while  people  may  often  mistake  her  for  being  all  brawn  and  no  brain  thanks  to  the  rep  that  ares  house  has  made  for  itself  in  the  past,    mimi  never  fails  to  make  a  witty  comeback,    regardless  of  the  situation.    she  has  a  habit  of  mumbling  comments  under  her  breath  or  just  loud  enough  for  the  person  beside  her  to  hear.    most  of  the  time,    she  says  them  to  get  a  reaction  from  the  people  around  her,    whether  to  make  them  laugh  or  press  all  their  buttons,    but  she  can  never  resist  the  opportunity  to  make  banter  with  someone.    if  she  roasts  you,    it  usually  means  that  she  cares.

NOBODY  CALLS  ME    “  CHICKEN  ”    !    :    be  it  the  ares  in  her  blood  or  her  stubborn  attitude,    but  if  you  goad  mimi  into  a  challenge,    she  will  always  try  to  one - up  you.    she’s  a  very  competitive  person  by  nature,    and  it’s  perhaps  one  of  the  few  ways  she  has  taken  after  her  father.    many  of  her  childhood  years  were  spent  at  the  local  arcade  with  her  cousin,    trying  to  beat  kids  who  were  double  her  size  and  older  than  her  in  age  in  a  game  of  tekken  or  street  fighter.    she  takes  bets  very  seriously  and  absolutely  despises  losing.    while  she  often  makes  out  that  she  cares  very  little,    she  will  go  the  extra  mile  it  if  means  she  will  win.

(    note    :    this  trope  is  subverted  when  you  take  into  consideration  her  view  on  quests.    )

WHY  WE  CAN’T  HAVE  NICE  THINGS    :    if  there’s  one  thing  mimi  knows  in  life,    it’s  the  disappointment  that  comes  with  keeping  your  hopes  up.    she’s  used  to  losing  the  things  that  makes  her  happy,    people  she  loves  or  has  befriended,    and  as  a  result,    she  now  makes  sure  to  steer  them  in  the  opposite  direction  before  they  even  get  the  chance  to  let  her  down.    the  vast  majority  of  her  relationships  are  kept  on  the  surface,    preferring  acquaintances  over  the  company  of  close  friends.    it’s  not  healthy  in  the  slightest  and  she  knows  that,    but  it’s  the  only  thing  she  really  knows,    and  in  her  eyes  it’s  easier  and  far  more  humane  than  watching  the  same  cycle  repeat  itself  for  the  hundredth  time.    it’s  probably  the  only  time  her  odikinesis  has  ever  come  in  handy  for  her,    even  if  she  hates  herself  for  it  once  the  storm  has  died  down.

THE  NAPOLEON    :    at  five  foot  three,    mimi  sits  just  below  the  average  height.    her  eyeline  usually  meets  people’s  shoulders,    and  she  frequently  has  to  climb  on  top  of  furniture  in  order  to  reach  things  that  are  out  of  her  height.    one  might  liken  her  to  a  terrier  in  the  sense  that  she  is  small  but  incredibly  bold,    often  using  her  height  to  her  advantage  when  people  get  in  her  way  or  annoy  her.    she’s  scrappy,    and  certainly  has  good  reason  to  let  her  rage  get  the  better  of  her    (    plus,    you  know,    the  literal  fury  bubbling  beneath  the  surface  that  she  inherited  from  her  dearest  father    ).    however,    contrary  to  popular  belief  and  in  spite  of  her  brazenness,    mimi  has  quite  the  laidback  personality  and  it  usually  takes  a  lot  for  actual  anger  to  be  incited.

HIDDEN  HEART  OF  GOLD    :    not  a  lot  of  people  get  to  see  the  softer  side  to  mimi’s  personality.    she  keeps  it  well  hidden  behind  a  maze  of  walls  that  she’s  slowly  been  putting  up  over  the  years,    and  tends  to  push  people  away  when  she  feels  they  are  getting  too  close.    that  being  said,    it  does  make  its  appearance  from  time  to  time.    beneath  her  loud  exterior,    are  some  very  genuine  and  heartfelt  emotions.    though  she’s  reckless  and  somewhat  abrasive  at  times,    mimi  is  also  quite  loyal  and  tends  to  put  her  friends’  feelings  way  above  her  own.    if  she  loves  you,    she’ll  never  push  you  too  hard  or  too  far,    and  even  though  she  may  not  always  show  it,    she  does  form  attachments  to  people  very  easily.    once  you  have  her  heart,    it’s  yours  forever.

I  AM  NOT  MY  FATHER    :    to  be  compared  to  her  father  is  the  absolute  insult.    ever  since  she  learned  of  her  heritage,    mimi  has  hated  her  father  with  the  greatest  of  passions  and  has  even  gone  so  far  as  to  tell  him  to  his  face.    he  is  to  be  blamed  for  every  bad  thing  that  has  happened  to  her,    for  her  childhood  loneliness,    for  her  instability  when  it  comes  to  relationships  and  her  family’s  judgment  in  her  lack  of  ambition.    and  while  other  siblings  may  have  decided  to  prove  their  dissimilarities  by  trying  to  be  better  than  ares,    mimi  has  seemingly  taken  the  other  direction.    she’s  often  seen  as  lazy,    blasé,    irresponsible,    and  she’s  quite  proud  of  the  fact.    if  it  separates  herself  from  her  blood  then  she’s  more  than  happy  to  be  the  local  ares  let - down.

#eutask #eutropes #𝕗𝕦𝕣𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟 ♡ headcanons. #𝕗𝕦𝕣𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟 ♡ edits. #the way the writing took longer than the actual edit itself

[pyrokinesis]

So I lost the patience and watched Kizuna

! Major spoilers ahead !

Listen, I know I said I will wait until the Blu-Ray comes out, but I was impatient little bitch and I found a working Sample 3 link with English dub, so I said, fuck it! My brother joined me 20 minutes in, lol. Anyways, onto the movie.

I don't really know what to say, Digimon Last Evolution Kizuna was exactly what I expected from the movie of such name, a movie that promotes end of relationship between Digimons and their human partners.

I kinda didn't have my hope up, mostly because I rewatched Adventure & Adventure 02 last week and finally watched Tri, and the whole point of Digimon has always been, no matter what happens, Digimons and their humans will always stick and stay together, I think the quote goes "humans and Digimons forever" (?). I kinda was hyped up though, partly because of art style (it was much better than Tri, less dark and more symmetrical when it comes to faces and bodies, Tri was annoying at times with weird asymmetrical faces; also Yamato!!!! Yamato is so hot and pretty in Kizuna, wtf Toei leave this poor lesbian alone), partly because of Adventure 02 kids (my brother is so annoyed with me, but I'm a huge 02 fan, Wormmon is my baby and I can rewatch 02ep25 anytime, Stigmon's first appearance is fucking iconic).

Adventure 02 kids got much more screentime than I expected, especially Iori/Cody because he is sometimes really put aside. I love how they were staying in touch with Original Six/Eight through Yamato, and how Hikari and Takeru stayed part of their team (Tri lacked this so much, it was so weird to have Hikari and TK not knowing what happened to their friends when they were supposedly a new team/best friends). Also my baby Ken's hair (*le cries*), I miss his long hair. Both my brother and I expected Paildramon to appear near the end, but there were no DNA/Jogress evolutions besides Omegamon/Omnimon.

Yamato was so fucking hot it's unbelievable, he's become top Digi-destined to me, 2D character or not. He was so smart, so persistent, so consistent, so selfless, so cute, itty-bitty blind (those cute glasses that appeared on his face for a mili-moment during him being in uni classroom panel, all of my uwus gone), still has one of the best relationships with Gabumon (he plays harmonica for Gabumon, even after all these years, he keeps Gabumon by his side, and they both tried to find that bad-guy-turned-FBI-agent-guy sneakily, so so cute). Overall, Yamato is a emotionally much more main character than Taich is, probably because emotionally, Taichi was the main character of Tri.

Now onto our second main, Taichi. Honestly, technicall, both Yamato and Taichi are Kizuna's main guys, but emotionally, Yamato left much bigger impact. Taichi was the main character in the beginning, but as the story progressed, I could feel Yamato much better. Still, Taichi isn't left aside (like all other Original Eight kidz/people). He is a struggling university student who has no idea what to do with his life (my brother sorta compared him to me, LMAO). This is very consistent with Tri's Taichi, who is full of self dubts, abstract ideas of future, and melancholy when he thinks about his future self. Toei nicely showed it when they let us know Tai earns for his future by working part-time as a waiter (?) in an automat casino. He is kinda really down all the time when he starts realising he has to make huge choices about the future, even though he has no bloody idea or genuine thought what to do (also his porn stash, LMAO what was that Taichi, who even uses porn magazine after the age of 14).

Thinking back about it now, it's kinda underwhelming with how it actually, emotionally, focuses on the whole "Digimons have to leave their partners" philosophy. Like, it barely shows interactions between humans and Digimons (which Tri did at least, with I think all characters, so I would expect at least some focus on Yamato and Taichi). There were some interactions between Taichi and Agumon, and Yamato and Gabumon at the end, but it just felt uncomplete and unfullifying. Also whole concept is bullshit (did I mention it? Because if I didn't I will, because this whole thing really is). It all started with Tri, which felt like it was produced by random people who watched Adventure & 02 after fifteen years and decided to make their own spin on it, without actual respects for stories and characters Adventure & Adventure 02 were trying to make us feel and understand (though feelings of OOC-ness Tri had at the times were minimal in Kizuna, thank goodness for that).

Then, Kizuna continued it with the concept of "when Digi-destined grow up, their Digimon partners disappear because they are not on the same mental wavelengths anymore" which is the complete opposite of one of like three main Digimon philosophies, "Digimon and Digi-destined, together and forever"; like while I disliked 02 epilogue, it showed us that after all hardships, Digi-destined and their Digimons get their happy endings, together. Both my brother and I (we watched it together) groaned at the whole concept (along with predictive bullshit plot and plotholes).

While I understand the reason behind this (I read some spoilers on here afterwards, to broaden my post-Kizuna horizons), that humans/Digi-destined grow up, and Digimons kinda don't, it still makes me really dissatisfied. Tri showed us in flashes that, when given time spent with their and other humans, Digimons can grow and become mentally wise adults (cue to the cutest scene when Patamon closes his one eye because he understands the tension between Hikari and Takeru, as in, that they like each other and they might need some time "alone"), so Kizuna kinda fucked up all previous Adventure works by telling us everything is in vain, Digimons leave, their connection to humans they had will become meaningless and humans will have to move on. Bullshit plot(hole), but whatever.

The amount of screentime non-Taichi&Yamato characters can be underwhelming, especially if you don't read spoilers like I did. The movie starts with Takeru and Hikari as important as Yamato and Taichi, but as the movie progresses, they just fade in the background. Kinda happens to everyone else except Koushiro/Izzy, who kinda has a really leading role, considering how much screentime Taichi and Yamato have (I feel like wordcount apps will find Yamato&Taichi as my most used words in this rant review), and he is probably third most important role, until he undramatically disappears because of psycho main lady.

Now towards real ranting. I'll try to keep it short because I have no real emotions behind it and I feel some other rants might articulate it better. Anyways, the plot of the whole movie is so goddamn predictable. It starts so weirdly, with Taichi, Hikari and Takeru fighting Parrotmon (what the fuck was that even, btw???). Like, Parrotmon, again? It feels just very reused, and that feeling that doesn't leave even during the credits. Soundtrack—while nice, nostalgic, and very fitting—is also just reused Adventure 01 soundtrack, and it just brings kudos from my memory lane road nostalgia. Deja Vu is the feeling that sticks to your skin and bones, if you like me, watched Adventure 1-3 just before Kizuna, and understand how so many scenes are just reused wanna-be old seasons references.

From two older adults (I honestly thought there will be two goverment agents, again, and mentally groaned) sticking up into Digi-destineds' business like some omni-knows creature, same as agents from Tri, fucked up (female) main antagonist who pretends to be a good guy (lady?) for the sake of gathering intel and trust, who is a complete nutjob (full-time pyscho in Kizuna lady's case) because of the loss of her Digimon partner, to bullshit powered-up Digimon created from human coding (my brother pointed this one to me, and honestly, half of this movie is both Diaboromon movies rehashed/redone in 2020 shine), Omnimon fighting in some weird Digital World room powered-up creature (first Diaboromon movie straight up scene for scene), even that first scene with Parrotmon and this time completely unexplainable appearance of a Digimon in the real world, and Digi-destined having to fight it, and of course, bullshit new unexplained Digi-evolution with new (human???) mega forms of Agumon and Gabumon. All in all, it just feels very forced and all very already seen.

Now onto the less main, even less supporting characters. 02 teens are amazing, considering they have barely any lines and some little fighting moments. I love them, and I'm happy they got this, considering how they were blatantly forgotten in Tri, and how obviously nobody in the production of Tri even cared to hide that. Wormmon and Stigmon are my babies and I'm happy to see them have some screentime.

Original Six/Eight (excluding Taichi and Yamato) are kinda disappointing, though. I read some spoilers, so I knew Sora wouldn't appear much, but damn, even that was much compared to her actual screentime in Kizuna. She is almost as forgotten as 02 kids were in Tri. I get that she is shown to have moved on faster than other Original Eight kids, but still, they didn't even show her losing Piyomon (which did happen, and it was emotionally, overwhelming, in a fucked up sense when you realised Piyomon wasn't by her side). Jou, Mimi, Takeru, and Hikari were shown at the beginning of movie with so much potential screentime, but in the end they mostly were there for the dramatic cliffhangers (I didn't understand at the beginning what happened to Mimi and Jou, and I thought Hikari was murdered and that the FBI agent straight up shot Takeru), during that mini battle scene sometime in the Neverland, and of course, during the end credits. It was kinda really both overwhelming and underwhelming to see them during the credits when they could've had much more moments during the movie (I sorta had some hope because the movie is almost 2 hours long, and usually movies are like 20, 30 minutes long, but even during those one-episode-length movies there is more of main-supporting characters shown).

As mentioned, the ending is bullshit (my brother ended up crying and I had to put Adventure OST on to calm him down), Agumon and Gabumon dying is literally the most senseless thing ever since both Taichi and Yamato love their partners so much, and even among all the adulting and hassles in their lives, they try to make time for their Digimon partners (during their time in the restuarant, Yamato and Taichi literally talk how they don't have time for even their closest friends, hell Hikari even mentions Taichi should give their mother a visit, but Taichi still finds time for Agumon), so in the end both Taichi and Yamato were among the last people to lose their Digimons and I'm really disappointed in this concept, especially how they didn't show Gabumon and Agumon disappearing, Taichi and Yamato deserved explicit goodbyes.

Uh, I don't think I have anything much to add anymore. I read spoilers and some are pretty much novels from how much people put their thoughts in, this is just my ranting review, tbh. I dived into this hoping to get my heart mended from Tri (say what you want about Tri but it was too bad for six hour and half movies, especially general Adventure constistency-wise), but not with high expectations, having seen the trailer and having some spoilers read. All in all film wasn't too bad, but it wasn't too good, solid 6/10 rating from me, mostly for the animation and nostalgic soundtrack, but the whole plot was shit as fuck and the philoshophy behind it.

(Random, but I noticed straight people/shippers liked the movie better than gay people/shippers, is there any correlations between that)

ALL IN ALL, Digimon: Last Evolution Kizuna wasn't the best nor the worst Digimon movie/work, but it probably isn't something I will rewatch or recommend anytime soon (also wtf were those humanoid mega forms, like W T F).

#Petra talks #Petra rants #digimon #digimon adventure #digimon last evolution kizuna spoiler #digimon last evolution kizuna #digimom spoilers #and ranting #too many mentions of taichi and yamato #tw swearing #taichi yagami #yamato ishida

[waywardimpalawriter]

Memory Lane

Memory lane

Summary: Life is full of memories.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester, Castiel,

Setting: anytime

Rating: PG:13

Warnings: none just sugary sweet fluff

Word count: 3,103

Notes: Written for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog #mimi's romcom fluff challenge. My prompt: Besides you claimed it was a matter of life and death.

Forever: @winters-buck @angryschnauzer @marvel-lucy @aquabrie @fandommaniacx @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel @supernaturallymarvellous @feelmyroarrrr

Supernatural: @smoothdogsgirl @ruprecht0420 @oneshoeshort @aprofoundbondwithdean

Memory lane tags: @mrsdeanfuckingwinchester @bradygabrielle-blog @chennyetomlinson

 Stretching, working the kinks out in your back feeling nothing beside you but cool sheets. Eyes open to find what you guess you’re alone in bed with just a note on his pillow. Curious picking up the crisp white folded in half paper, seeing Dean's surprisingly neat handwriting.

Wildflower

           Remember the first time I called you that? What were we 10 no 12, you’d made one of those flower things for your hair. Made one for me to if memory serves but I think I laughed calling it too girly and tossed it in the dirt. Had more important things back then, than some silly flower crown. If only I knew back then what I knew now baby girl. I bet your wondering why I’m bringing this up, in all do time Wildflower. For now I want you to shower, dress and come to the kitchen.

                                                                                   Dean…

“What do you have up your sleeve Dean Winchester,” a smile and shake of your head at his antics but you comply anyway.

The shower felt so nice lonely without him but the pressure made up for Dean’s absents nicely. Coming back to your room puzzled as to why the door is half open. You tip toe towards it pushing slowly to see the most beautiful butter yellow sundress you’d ever seen laying spread on the bed. Fingering the delicate white lace bra in the style you normally buy for special occasions which truthfully had become few and far between. You can’t even remember the last time you and Dean went out on an actual date that didn’t get ruined by a case. All in the name of protecting humanity from the supernatural and beings that most they would rather choice to ignore.

Seeing another little note that simply said ‘wear me’ placed between the dress and panties/bra set. Beginning to wonder if a pod person hadn’t abducted your boyfriend like the fairies had all those years ago. A soft chuckle, the only sound in the otherwise quiet room, memoires flowed through your mind while staring at the magnificent pieces you hoped hadn’t cost a fortune.

Tossing the scrap of paper away only to pick it back up when you see something written on the other side. This time a full belly laugh leaves your lips, ‘don’t worry about the cost your worth it’. Instead it became a memento tucked away in your own, very worn and dearly loved journal.

Soft smile on your lips while getting dressed which takes you almost no time, applying a light  bit of makeup, grabbing your purse on the way out heading for the kitchen. Delicious smells of pancakes, bacon and eggs meeting you’re growling tummy even before entering the kitchen. Fresh brewed coffee mixed in with but no sign of your wayward boyfriend only Sam.

Puzzled, “What’s going on Sam, where’s Dean?”

“Busy with something Y/N he wanted me to make sure you had a good breakfast first before giving you the next clue,” Sam answered arm out indicating the table. Which is laden with all the mouthwatering foods you smelled and even a few, the fresh fruits and juices, you hadn’t.

Glancing from the table back to Sam, “I don’t understand it’s not my birthday or our anniversary. What’d Dean do?” arms crossed not making a move towards the table no matter how much your stomach begs.

Chuckling shaking his shaggy brown head, “He’s done nothing Y/N scouts honor.”

“You were never a scout Sam so you can’t use that,” you relent slipping into a seat and piling your plate high with a little bit of everything. Watching as Sam sat down opposite you digging in to his own plate. “So what’s this really about?” suspicious to Dean’s true motives.  

“It almost sounds like you don’t trust Dean?” brow lifted though there’s a smirk on his syrup coated lips. Grinning he adds, “Just eat I’ll explain everything after.”

Wanting to ask more though you knew from experience Sam wouldn’t give anything up, he wasn’t as easy to persuade as Dean. Therefore you did as he said tucking into your breakfast muttering a string of praises to whoever cooked.

“I’ll have to let Dean know you approved.”

Glancing up from your plate, “Where is he anyway I could tell him myself.”

Pulling another white piece of paper from his back pocket and handing it to you, “That’s all I have to say Y/N.”

Narrowing your eyes at him though taking the note opening; seeing that once again Dean has left you another clue, hint for what you’re not sure.

Wildflower

           By now you’re wondering just what I have up my sleeve aren’t my little Sherlock? Don’t lie I know you all too well sweetheart. Just trust me when I say you’ll love what’s to come. As to the clue, remember where we met, how we met it’s a long drive I know that’s why I enlisted a little help from our pal. Look over Y/N…

                                                                       Dean

Doing as the letter instructed a rustle of wings and a trench coat filled the tiny kitchen, Castiel appearing with a soft genuine smile on his slightly pink lips.

“Morning Y/N I trust you slept well?” he greeted with a little tip of his head in your direction, “Sam good to see you as always.”

“Cas,” he acknowledged with his own half smile. Holding out the plate of bacon, “Want a little something before y’all leave?”

“Thank you no Sam I don’t eat remember,” Castiel replied waving him off looking to you.

“Where exactly are we going?” voice a little weary though you’ve always trusted Cas.

Extending his hand, “You shall see Y/N, Dean has this all set up and we must be going.”

Accepting his surprisingly callused hand, you raise and step into his embrace, eyes close not really enjoying this mode of transportation much.

“Be safe you two and bring her back in one piece Cas,” mirth in his voice watching as your eyes pop open to glare at him.

“You ain’t funny Winchester,” managing to get out before the kitchen disappeared and your standing now in the school yard in small town Ohio.

Stepping away to look around, “Some things just never change,” you whisper walking towards the swings and sitting down.

“So this is where you met Dean?” he asks taking the swing next to yours.

Nodding, “Yeah my parents were on the same hunt his dad was. They teamed up to lay waste to a nest of vamps. Myself, Sam and Dean stayed here went to school and tried to live what we could of a normal life. Course I didn’t know they knew what our parents did.”

Curious, “Mind telling me the story?”

Smiling memories filling your mind, you point to the slide not far from where your slowly swaying, breeze fluttering around them. “I’d always been a tomboy growing up, mom teaching me how to shoot and handle myself from early on. As I said I knew of Dean, new kid in the same year I was fifth grade if I remember right. It’d been a cold afternoon class just got out and I always came over here to just chill out for a bit. Didn’t have any friends.”

“Why not, you’re a very likeable person Y/N?”

“Thank you Cas,” smiling looking over at him, “but back then being the new kid in school wasn’t fun, especially for an odd ball like myself. Ratty old cloths a size to big, long hair always in a french braid my mother would do for me. As it so happens the Winchesters were new to and the school yard bully likes picking on fresh meat as he’d say. I heard the picking and crowd that grew around the two boys. Well dad always taught me to stand up for the little guy and when I saw this bigger kid picking on little Sammy I couldn’t let this happen.”

Chuckling, looking down at the skirt move with the wind as you swung slowly gathering your thoughts. “I stepped in punching the other kid in the nose using the technique mom taught me so I didn’t break my fingers or thumb. The crowd backed up a little afraid of me by this point as I stood in front of Sam who’s on the ground skinned knee, tears on his cheeks. Not five minutes later Dean came pushing through seeing what happened and even then having that patent eye brow raise he uses.”

“Ah yes the one where he’s intrigued and trying not to smirk at the same time,” Castiel states a fond smile on his own lips.

“Yes that one,” clearing your throat, “anyway I helped him bring Sam back to the motel and get patched up. Not really saying much to each other till Sam thanked me quietly and went off to watch TV. I went to leave and Dean, against his dad’s wishes asked me to stick around. We traded stories quietly as Sam had fallen asleep finding out that our parents were in the same business.”

“How long was it till you saw each other after that?

Glancing over, “Couple of months by that time my dad had gotten his self-killed fighting a banshee that mom would later take care of. John asked us to tag along and at first mom didn’t want to rather having us go our separate ways. But she finally relented and we joined up with the Winchesters for quite a many hunting trips; sometimes going our different directions when there were more cases than people.”

“As Dean instructed me,” Castiel hands over another crisp fold white piece of paper.

Head tipped, “So you hadn’t really…”

“I did, originally Dean only wanted me to bring you here so you could look around and read that letter then we’d leave. I wanted to know more about your history together.”

“That’s very sweet of you Cas,” unfolding to see Dean’s neat handwriting not hearing Castiel get up and walk for a few paces to give you privacy.  

Wildflower

           I never thanked you for standing up for my brother that day. Being there when I couldn’t; even before we knew each other you watched out for my ass like you always do. Held me up after Sam’s almost death, when I got back from hell, and through the fucking apocalypse; bringing me back from myself and the brink, always showing no kicking my ass when I needed it. I owe you so much more than I can ever repay sweetheart you are my life. Ah crap this is sounding like a chick flick moment so I’m ending here. Next stop you have to guess at sweetheart.

                                                                                   Dean

 Racking your brain for where Dean could’ve put the next note, there’s so many places you’ve been together. Many important times in your lives though a few stick out more than others.

“Hey Cas would you mind taking me to Harvelle’s?” an idea popping into your head as to your next destination.

“Of course Y/N but you know the roadhouse is gone right?” he states matter of fact a frown on his handsome face.

Nodding, “I do indeed Cas but there’s a reason I need to go there next.”

With a tip of his head and extended hand which you take and step into his arms the two of you are whisked away. Landing the sight of charred remains, grass growing through the black crumbling building. Swallowing hard stepping the white folded paper sticking out from the black that you pull off and hold close. Same hand fondly touched the burned wood, so many memories in one little place.

“How did you know?”

Turning, “My mother and I came here so many times, Jo and I were good friends though she was a bit jealous of the fact that Dean chose me over her. We made amends before she died,” taking a deep breath to steady yourself as not all the memories of this place are good. “Ellen and my mother were best of friends to though Ellen never understood why my mom kept fighting after my dad died. She didn’t understand the drive to protect and rid the world of evil so humans could be safe.”

Stepping away, “Plus this is the first place Dean and I went on an actually date. It was after a simple salt and burn Sam got sick with the flu so he stayed behind at the motel while Dean and I took care of the ghost. Even dirt covered and smelly he asked me out on our first date. Ellen hadn’t been too thrilled with how we showed up. She let us use her guest room to clean up and more presentable. Good thing we always carry extra clothes in the back of Baby.”

Fond smile slides over your lips as you finger the white piece of paper in your hands finally opening to read what Dean has put this time.

Wildflower

           I’m betting your standing in front of the Roadhouse remembering good time right now. I can still hear Ash’s snores from the pool table that one night we got there so late most everyone else was gone. But you wanted to see Jo and Ellen since we’d been so close. I also remember our first date, how even covered it dirt from digging a grave you looked so beautiful. To this day I still can’t figure out why the hell you ever said yes to an asshole like me. Don’t roll your eyes sweetheart they’ll stay like that. Last stop can you guess where?

                                               Dean

This time it’s a two for and a little harder to pin point than all the others. You don’t even have to ask when Castiel took your arm and brought you into the circle of his arms. A rustle of wings and trench coat and you’re in the middle of a corn field Baby sitting off to the side which makes you frown in wonder how…

“You were in on this weren’t you like Sam. You know what Dean has planned all along don’t you Cas?” tone light but firm wanting to know but at the same time this trip down memory lane has been charming though confusing to.

Smiling, “I cannot say anything to what Dean has planned he just asked me to transport you around as most of the places would be too far for you to get to and back in time.”

Scowling, fixing to give him what for only to find him gone when you turn around. Left thankfully not far from the Bunker. Curiosity has you moving towards the driver’s side finding the doors unlocked, before you can slip in a color catching your eyes. A bundle of carnations lay in the seat, soft yellow in color, another note attached. Picking up the bouquet and inhaling the fragrance you slide into Baby’s drive seat opening the note.

Wildflower

           That night what four years ago one of the best I’d ever had. The moment I told you I loved you and meant every word and will always. You’ve made me a better man Y/N, kept me alive and taught me the meaning of life without knowing you had. You are my life Y/N and this; this is the only way I can tell you and be able to get out without cracking some kind of joke or inappropriate comment that’ll get me slapped. I love you Y/N.

                                                           Dean

Tears gather in your eyes, a few slipping down your cheeks at his sweet words. Jumping at the sound of your cell going off, you pull it from the small bag you brought with. “I was wondering when you’d call,” voice light and teasing, putting the bouquet beside you on the seat.

“Baby I hate to cut our day short but you need to get back to the Bunker we have a case,” his voice sounding off like he’s holding something back.

“Already I was hoping that today was our off day,” a playful pout in the cadence of your tone even as you start Baby and putting her into gear heading back towards the Bunker.

Sighing, “I know sweetheart I did to but you know evil don’t rest for no man nor will it stop. It’s a bad one sweetheart we gotta hurry, life or death things are happening.”

“I’ll be there in a little bit Dean, hold your ass baby,” flooring it and kicking up a cloud of dust on your way out.

Fifteen minutes later, pulling Baby into her spot in the underground garage, getting out, grabbing your flowers and making your way upstairs, you’re surprised to see a path of flower petals. Following them towards the library where Dean’s standing dressed in his FBI dubs a single red carnation in his hand.  

“What,” stepping forward eyes taking him in, “what’s going on Dean?”

“Surprise,” he smiles dropping to a knee before you sea green eyes sparkling in the low light.

Glairing but your heart is beating so fast inside your chest, “I rushed to get here thinking… because you said and made it sound horrible.” Shaking your head, “Besides you claimed it was a matter of life and death.”

“Well actually it kinda is, my life or death,” he swallows pulling a little velvet box from his pocket.

Gasping, “Dean, what, what’s going on?”

“I had this whole long spiel planned to say, to talk you into saying yes to my proposal. I want you to marry me Y/N be my forever?” hands shaking while opening the box showing you the small garnet ring with a silver band.

Looking from the ring to Dean and back again, nodding slowly tears slipping down your cheeks again, as you drop down to your knees before him. Taking his face in your hands, kissing him softly, “Yes my love, yes I’ll marry you.”

Big smile breaking out over his features, capturing your lips in a deep passionate kiss; resting your foreheads together, “Yes Wildflower is that a yes baby?

“Yes Dean it’s a yes,” you laugh kissing him again the two of you falling over onto the cold floor.

Shaking his head, “Really you two get a room” Sam comments though there’s a big smile on his lips. “Welcome officially to the family Y/N.”  

Looking from Sam’s retreating back to Dean, “So no case?”

“No case sweetheart,” he grins getting up then scooping you up into his arms. “And for the next few days you’re all mine.”

Laughter echo’s down the hall as Dean rushes the two of you towards your shared room.

#mimi's romcom fluff challenge #Dean Winchester x Reader #Dean Winchester x You #Dean Winchester x Y/N #Dean x Reader #Dean x you #Dean x y/n #Dean Winchester fiction #Supernatural fiction

[woodys]

✸♡. Where would I be without   🎶  F R I E N D S  🎶  !! .♡✸

In the last few years i’ve always come to love and look forward to the summertime. It always seems to be the time of year I have the biggest adventures, funnest moments, and get into the craziest things. For instance, I got the once in a lifetime chance to see my favorite musical, Hamilton, live. At the same time, Magikarp became one of my top favorite beloved water Pokechildren, right after that I played myself getting tripped into infinite video game hell with four losers on a road trip in my first Final Fantasy game. I watched my favorite speedy hedgehog and his friends RISE BACK to their glory in a True Blue™ revive and just when I thought all dreams couldn’t be reality TOY STORY shows up in KINGDOM HEARTS ya’ll. TOY STORY GONNA BE IN KINGDOM HEARTS YA’LL.

That said, with all of those things, I took notice how just about everything this summer’s offered me has had some unifying line of friendship tucked in it somewhere. And as I rode out Hurricane Harvey, I realized just how great friends are and—just like the many video game characters I adore and love—how good are the ones that motivate, encourage, and surround me. As many of you do or don’t know by now i’ve always gotta close my a one great summer send off post! And though this one’s a bit LATE no thanks to Hurricane Harvey craziness, I couldn’t let the tradition die! For third year in a row ( ♫ WITH THE HELP OF HYPER POTIONS YET AGAIN ♥ ♫ )  here’s another commemoration a huge summer of growth in my life and a big thanks all of you for being a friend! Whether you realize you’ve been one to me or not! ♥ 

✨ — OLD FRIENDS!  

After all of my years saying that my summer commemoration posts aren’t follow forevers, ya’ll are the ones who finally make this post an Official™ “Follow Forever”. Cause I really have followed you for two to three years now! And I probably will again if I remade another blog! And a blog after that! Ya’ll make my dash HOME and the time that I waste here on Tumblr is always worth it because I get to see you. Thanks for being so epic for all these years! 

☼  @kiliroleplays ☼ @skiwalkerrey ☼ @kataaras ☼ @disappointedwrites ☼ @lucasdelcs ☼ @fitzsimmonsofrp  ☼ @jodiewrites ☼ @nickwldes ☼  @sweetpandarps ☼ @clairetvmples ☼ @jessicuhjcnes ☼ @billsprestonesquiree  ☼ @haywilliams ☼  @crystalreedwrites ☼ @atalantaa ☼

🌱 — NEW FRIENDS! 

I picked up a handful of you before the summer, but it doesn’t mean I love you any less. You’ve added new shades of color to my life and every time I see your url or when we talk it’s always the best reminder of why the days so far this year have been that much more brighter!

✧  @lizzyxrps ✧ @karlasouzawrites✧ @blu3crystalbrax ✧ @pastelseasidedancer✧ @reputationwrites✧ @qvakewrites / @starswritten​✧ @beverlymvrsh ✧ @tulirps ✧ @ladymacbeths ✧ @robertsonwrites  ✧ @trishwvlker  ✧ @kazdarling  ✧ @yourmuseco  ✧

👋🏾 — THE ‘YOU’VE GOT A FRIEND IN ME TOO’ FRIENDS!

Our posts are so very different, but here you are anyways! Though we hardly talk or chat, when we do there’s always a sparkle in my eyes because you’re always so kind to me and are all such wonderful people who I love to follow along with on my dash. If you ever need anything, i’ve gotchu! Because yes! I every much consider each of you as distant friends. ♥

@steinfeldofrph ✿ @victnam ✿ @dannyphantomrps ✿ @bobbybrigs ✿ @ofmymuses ✿ @queenchiddy ✿ @perfectxplaces ✿

There’s plenty more super special friends i’ve acknowledged under the cut, because I didn’t want this looking too long on your dashboards. But again, to all I say, thanks for another fantastic summer and even MORE thanks for being a Friend™! ♥ 

—Another special shoutout to @pandora-box-of-mind for the two wonderful, adorable, commissions that are apart of the gifs in my graphic. I can’t wait to commission you again, Pandora! ♥ (The art in middle graphic though, belongs to me y’all!! 😩 🙌🏽 )

🌻 — THE ‘ROYAL AVENUE’ FRIENDS

Ah yes, another year, another space to tag all of you in. Royal Avenue™ sounds fancy, but actually it’s just the name of a Pokemon theme I jam to all the time ;u;  Das because I love y’all and you’re my jam.♥   I probably tell some of yall that all the time by how much we talk. But now like this everyone can see me say it.  And most of you are my partners too and I’m sorry excessive yelling over video games kept me away from replies this summer.

❀ @pixiedustrps ❀ @maliatating ❀ @xkatiewrites ❀ @partycrouchwrites ❀ @elenaqilberts ❀ @fireheartwrites  ❀ @sherihollcnd  ❀ @whatsernamerps  ❀ @horan-rps  ❀ @alaskawritcs  ❀ @wcmanizer  ❀ @mezzymuffin  ❀ @asoftsounds  ❀ @maddybunny  ❀ @fist-of-derp  ❀

👾 🎮 — THE SUPER GAMING CREW FRIENDS

For as long as i’ve associated myself with the RPC I always used to feel so self conscious about posting gaming content because of how it didn’t meet whatever weird “aesthetic and FC” standard I felt RP blogs should have. I’m probably making a big deal out of nothing, but as i’ve finally grown to confidently reflect my interests onto my own blog, you three are the ones are the first i’ve personally ever seen in this community to do so with beauty and grace and it’s inspired me everyday to feel it’s okay not to post what everyone posts and love what you love! I love seeing the games you love, and I love talking with you about them too! I’m glad they led me to you!

@xgarnetwrites​ ϟ @arcvnums​ ϟ @flowerhelps​ ϟ 

💕 — THE FAMILY I NEVER KNEW FRIENDS!

I remember the first time Chris asked me to join the group chat back in y’alls Skype days and honestly, I can’t believe I went so long in my life without all of you. On nights I felt like endlessly crying, you made me laugh until my sides ached. On days I felt like giving up, all of you were there to cheer me on—even when you had your own burden of problems. They say friends are the family you choose for yourself, and i’m so blesst™ all of you chose little ole’ me. ☺️

♡ @jeauxlyne ♡ @josukegod ♡ @sharkmama ♡ @sauceaonmyballs ♡ @shinjiswhatever ♡ @sir-introvert ♡ AND OFC ALWAYS YOU @aeoneon ♡

And now for a set of LET ME HOLLA AT YOU FRIENDS

[ Taylor Swift’s Best Friend ( @starshineswrite ) ] - I know what you’re thinking: ‘wtf mimi we’re not even that close for me to earn this space’ but THAT doesn’t mean i’m not making this space for you anyways!!! I adore you so much Kat. You’re so strong even when you have to go through the stupidest stuff. I love when we talk. I loved earlier this year when we got to heart to heart. I just wanted to remind you again just how amazing you are and how much I love you. I’m actually high key excited to experience Reputation with you. :’D

[ The Ladybug Friend ( @pcnnywises ) ] - Even though I don’t say it as much as I used to, and when you doubt that I do, I love you so much bbgirl. I’ll never forget the day you messaged me and we talked the whole day nonstop and after being mutuals I was so happy that you did. I adore you. And all your 654654654651 celeb crushes. You’re wonderful and don’t you forget it. ♥

[ The Friend from the Lyon’s™ Den ( @b-almighty ) ] - Kay it always amuses me so much that I found you through your amazing Empire liveblogs and we ended up having RIDICULOUSLY so much more  in common. I know we hardly talk, but I really appreciate you and I love watching you blog about everything else you love. 

[The ‘dang I wish I could be you, Friend ( @plumwrites ) ] - For years now your posts have made me laugh and your no nonsense attitude has been a delight in my life. I love reading the posts, your tags, and responses you make to things and just thinking ‘dang I wish I could be like bridge about things’. I just love how real you are and I wish I can get some guts to be like that one day. I know you’ve been going through some things recently, but you’re always on my mind. ♥ If you need anything just shout!

[ Lady’s Best Friend ( @amcthystwrites) ] - I’m really sorry this summer wasn’t one of our best ones. That’s mostly on my part, but already I see things shaping back together as they were before and I never doubted that it’d happen that way.

[ Dearly Beloved™ ( @naaatalie ) ] - [ DOING THE 400 CHARACTERS OR LESS CHALLENGE ] I try my best not to get sappy on you often, but I do want you to know how happy you make me and that I can’t express how grateful I am for you. ♥ I’m genuinely so honored and fortunate that after these years you made the choice to Keep™ me and now we’ve got TWO giant, amazing, universes filled with the hugest variety characters that i’m far beyond excited to see grow with you. You’re the Umbra to my Pryna, my penpal, my bestie, The Ruthless Angst Master™. I’ve got so much to thank you for. ♥

TILL NEXT SUMMER YALL!!! ♥

#long post #summer 2k17 #* #I REALLY WANTED TO WRITE INDIVIDUAL BLURBS FOR A LOT OF YOU BUT MAYBE SOME OTHER TIME BC I HAD TOO MANY PEOPLE TO MENTION #AND I CANT BE HERE ALL DAY SADLY #BUT MUCH LOVE PER THE NORM #THANKS FOR PUTTING UP WITH MY VIDEO GAME TRASH SELF IT MEANS MORE THAN YA KNOW ♥ #sunnygraphics #Im so happy to finally have this done now I can go DO THINGS and LIVE #RESPOND TO PEOPLE #PREP FOR THE FINAL BEST OF THE YEAR STRETCH #DAT FALL / WINTER 2K17!!!!!!

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Forever Pt. 2 (Jeonghan x Reader)

Admin: Mimi

Prompt/Ask: can i ask for the jeonghan angst sequel ahh h it’s really gold. thank you! !! ily

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Hi! I just read your Jeonghan angst scenario 'Forever' and i thought it was really good! If it's not a hassle or something, is it possible for it to have a sequel? :)

Fandom: SEVENTEEN

Genre: Angst, fluff (?)

Pairing: Jeonghan x Reader

Warnings: Hospitals, surgery, sadness, etc

Word Count: 2655

Authors Note: FIRSTLY I’M NOT A MEDICAL EXPERT - I don’t know much in the medical field, and while I did my research, there may be some inaccuracies. However, here is the requested second part to Forever! I hope everyone enjoys it as much as the first part (which you can find below if you haven’t read it). Again, let me know if there are errors, feedback is appreciated, and happy reading ^^

 - PART 1 -

Jeonghan didn’t think it was possible for a person to be permanently sad for their life, but after everything that has happened with you and your accident, he’s beginning to question his original thoughts.

It’s been two years since you had slipped into a coma, and Jeonghan can honestly say those two years were the darkest years he’s ever experienced in his lifetime, and the longer you stay asleep, the darker his life becomes.

He visits you every day – well, he tries, but eventually work crawled on his back like a gremlin and he had to somewhat return to the life he had before the tragedy struck. The only difference was this life had a huge gaping hole in it that you filled, and despite being surrounded by his brothers and family and friends, Jeonghan has never felt as alone as he did.

The daily visits were shortened to every second day, then every week, and at this point he’d be lucky to even see you once a month, and the thought makes him absolutely sick to his stomach. He’s felt so guilty some nights that he actually did get sick, bent over the toilet as he clutched at his gut as he dry heaved, the streams of tears falling from his eyes long forgotten. He spends those episodes in the bathroom for the night, shaking and sobbing as he lays on the cold tiles of floor.

Those episodes happen more often than he’d like to admit.

He knows the other boys try their best to make him happy, to reassure him that ‘if there’s a downhill, there’s an uphill’ as Wonwoo put it one night, to drag him out of the pits of gloom and despair he’s seemingly buried himself in, but there’s a part of Jeonghan that knows it isn’t enough. And that makes him feel even guiltier, not even finding comfort in the ones he calls his family.

The other members know he isn’t getting better. He’s aware of that fact, but he just can’t muster up the energy to perform a miraculous change, even if it was for them, because he knows at the end of the day it won’t bring you back. So, he chooses to brood in silence and goes about his everyday duties as a performer, the designated mother of the group, a brother. He drowns himself in an unhealthy amount of work, the more the better. Anything that helps to forget about you lying alone in a hospital and to stop him from breaking down for the umpteenth time that week.

Jeonghan, a man who once held a caring yet cheeky attitude and a love of life, is now living a bitter and resentful lifestyle, all because of one simple phone that could have waited.

His never-ending pain is not helped, when on one of the scarce visits he takes to see you, your parents are discussing whether or not to put you out of your misery and turn off the machines that are the only thing keeping you alive.

“Her condition hasn’t been getting any better, Jeonghan,” your mother explains, choking out the words with a heavy heart, and a part of Jeonghan sympathises with her. It must not be easy to make the decision of keeping their child in a hospital bed as she withers away or, to put it bluntly, kill them. But right in that moment, Jeonghan despised your parents with every fibre of his being, aghast at the thought that they were giving up, giving up on their child, on you.

“But it hasn’t gotten worse,” he argues back. His hands are starting to shake – from rage or fear, he does not know, he can’t tell anymore. But he knows he is going to fight tooth and nail, until he bleeds and bleeds, everything he’s worth and then more, to stop them from turning off your life support. Because if they do that, they kill him as well. They kill his life support, and he doesn’t know how well he’ll function anymore when that happens. So, selfishly, he fights to keep you breathing in this world. He’s not giving up on you.

Your father furrows his brows, his face more worn and tired than he’s ever seen before, and his heart feels a twinge of pain for the man.

“I’m sorry, Jeonghan, but I don’t think that’s a decision for you alone to make. We’re her parent’s- “

“Which is exactly why you should be helping her, not killing her!” he snapped.

Normally, he wouldn’t dare to speak to your parents in such a manner. He always spoke to your parents with the utmost respect, after all, to disrespect them would be to disrespect you, and that was always the last thing he wanted. But in this moment, Jeonghan threw manners and honour out the window, and instead, the panic seeped into his mind, making him act similar to a dog whose precious teddy was being taken away from him.

The argument went on for hours on end, so long that Jeonghan didn’t even remember most of it, just that at the end of it his sweet voice was hoarse and he was drained of energy and patience. And hope.

He would have stayed longer if not for Jihoon and Mingyu essentially dragging him out of the hospital and back to the dorm for rest. But that fight was far from over. He called, begged and pleaded every single day for them not to give up hope, to not lose their only child, to keep trying. He took more days out of his busy schedule than he probably should, yet he couldn’t have cared less. But this was a losing battle, and Jeonghan could feel it as if it were vines wrapped around his throat, getting tighter and tighter with each passing day.

A losing battle indeed, until an unlikely hero in the form of one of the doctors of the hospital came and saved Jeonghan’s sanity, and restored hope into his heart.

In some other hospital in some other city Jeonghan didn’t hear, tests and procedures were underway to help those with a severe dose of damage done to their brain, like you. Jeonghan was no medical expert, most of what the doctor explained to him and your parents went over his head, too complicated for his liking, but he got the gist of what he was saying. There was a potential cure, a way of waking you up. There was hope. And in what felt like decades, Jeonghan felt lighter.

There was a dull spark in his chest, a little one, not enough to light a fire, but it was there, Jeonghan knew it, and he cherished it, the hands of his soul caressing it in its hands. For that flame represented you, and now, now he felt a little less lonely.

Your parents were on the fence about the procedure, and Jeonghan wanted to scream out loud. They’d be stupid to miss this opportunity, and Jeonghan said as much, but your parents retaliated with the argument that it might not work and your condition could get worse or you could die. At that, Jeonghan had felt it wise to bite his tongue to keep from snapping back that they had been mulling over the decision to end your life or not.

The doctor must have taken note of the anguish in Jeonghan’s dark irises and decided to take pity on his poor, broken soul, for he was persuading your parents with facts and stats provided on the procedure, and eventually they agreed to give it a try, one last attempt to save your life before it’s gone forever.

Jeonghan could feel practically everything deflate with what could be described as the biggest sigh of relief anyone has given in the history of man. Appointments and information was set and given, and with that, Jeonghan departed from the hospital, reaching the dorms in short time. Reaching the dorm, he took off his shoes and headed towards the dining area where he could hear the hustle and bustle of the boys. Opening the door, all heads turned towards him, greeting him quietly (quietly, because it was an unspoken fact that happiness and boisterousness was not something that is associated with him anymore), and Jeonghan took a deep breath.

And then he smiled.

It was the first, genuine smile he gave in two years. Not the smile he used when in front of the cameras or on stage, or the even the one’s he gave the others when they asked him if he was fine. This was a real smile, one that made his face ache at the stretch, one that was actually happy.

Everyone sat up straighter with curious expressions on their faces, and when asked what happened, he told them the full story, from start to finish.

He doesn’t think he’s ever heard cheering and hollering as loud as it was in the dorm that night than even in one of their own concerts. For once, the dorm had a light-hearted atmosphere, and everything felt ok. He was crying by the end of the story, but instead of gloom these were tears of joy, of relief.

And he felt ok.

He was ok.

The lead up to your treatment was torturous. You were moved to a different hospital, one farther away from the dorm and that frustrated him to no end, but he was promised countless lifts from everyone else, so travel was assured. He along with your parents were given the necessary information of the surgery, the ifs and buts, what could happen, what might not happen, etc. Jeonghan was a ball of nerves for weeks until the day of your surgery, opting to visit you once a day like he used to, memorising your face in case the worst were to happen. And his mind couldn’t help but think about the worst were to happen. But he kept a stoic façade, refusing to let it get to him – not anymore.

The day of your surgery, the other members spent the day in the waiting room with Jeonghan despite his insistence that they go home and get rest. But they refused, refused to let him on his own in such a nerve-wracking time, and he was grateful for their support, as always, even if he felt like it didn’t help in his darkest of moments. He once again found himself staring at the hideous artwork that this hospital offered, new pieces for his eyes to be scarred with. But unlike last time, he noticed the colour more, the odd strokes and brush of paint on canvas, and he decided he didn’t hate them as much as he used to. The array of colour and pictures brought wonder and comfort to his mind, and he was weirdly glad that they were there, if anything it was a distraction to what was happening to you right now.

Leaning against the firm surface of the chair with Chan’s head resting against his shoulder and Seokmin’s head in his lap, his mind wandered to memories of you. And he didn’t think about memories such as first dates or first kisses this time. Instead, the thought about the little things: the way you’d look when you saw an animal, eyes alight with excitement, or the way you’d laugh when you heard a dirty joke, shocked laughter reverberating around the room you were in. He thought about your favourite foods, about the shine of your hair after a shower, about that one top sitting at the back of your wardrobe that you never wear but you can’t bear to part with. These things that he took for granted, but these things that are so inexplicably you, and he allows a small smile to grace his face, how these little things bring a feeling of home into his heart.

Hours later, one of the doctors in charge of your operation came out, seeking out your parents but Jeonghan followed, desperate to hear what she had to say. The surgery was a success – everything went off without a hitch, and that you responded to the treatment well. His heart stopped at the news, not fully registering the weight of the news until he looked at your mother give a sob of relief and your face display a look of shock. His knees felt weak in the best way, and he asked when they could see you. The doctor replied that you were resting, that they did not know when exactly you’d wake up, but that it should happen eventually, if things went well. You can’t wake someone up from a coma, he knows this, and with the news up how well the procedure went, Jeonghan was even more willing to wait, a revived sense purpose in him now.

It was another month of an agonising wait when Jeonghan woke up to Seungkwan screaming at him from the other room at 01:24am, that the hospital rang the dorms phone. He rushed out of his bed to see most of the other boys in the living room in various states of fatigue and sloppiness, hair sticking up every which way. Jeonghan feared the worst, and the past two years of grief already began to smother him like a shadow descending over his form, but Seungkwan’s face was brighter than the rest, and what he said next nearly made Jeonghan collapse from happiness:

“The hospital! They called! You missed it but they called! Y/N’s awake! She’s finally awake!”

The driver of the van they took had sweat running down his neck, stress from the boys’ constant yells of “hurry up!” building within him, but Jeonghan remained surprisingly quiet. He couldn’t speak, for if he did so, he would burst into tears, the tightening of his throat restricting him from uttering a sound anyway. As soon as the van was outside the hospital, he sprinted out, the other boys following suit and nearly crashing into walls as he ran to your room, still in the clothes he wore to bed.

Eyeing the door to your room, the one you were awake in, he stopped before he could reach it. He clenched his eyes shut, inhaling shaky breaths, and raised his fist to knock. Rattling quick but quiet knocks against the door, your father opened the door, cheeks stained with tears and ushered him into the room quickly. Jeonghan froze once he saw you.

There you were, lying in a damned hospital bed, looking slightly weak, eyes wondering wearily around the room. But alive.

So very much alive.

Your eyes followed your fathers form before eventually landing on Jeonghan, and the rest of the world blurred. All he could see was you, a face he never thought he’d see look at him again, never smile again, never exist again. But you looked at him. Looked through him, almost, like you usually do when you know something happened to him, and he watched as your eyes widened in recognition. He couldn’t believe his eyes, feeling this was a dream, and that he’ll wake up to a horrible reality, but then you whispered:

“Jeonghannie?”

And everything burst.

He ran to your side and took your face in his hands, trying to see past the ocean of tears in his eyes as he laughed in disbelief, body far too weak to stand on his own as he leaned against your bed. And then you smiled again, and it felt as if colour and light returned to his life, saturating the most beautiful hues, but none as beautiful as the colours of your eyes as you stared back at him in confused glee.

He said he’d wait forever. And he was worried forever would not let him.

But he did wait, and now, he gets to spend that forever with you by his side.

As you should be.

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AYYY it’s Pigeon back at it again with the ooc nonsense. Somehow I managed to get 300+ followers on a blog for a character from a very old famicom game that’s never officially been localised which is just Wild™ to me, but I’ve gotta say it’s been a thrill already. This isn’t my first Fire Emblem character ( yoink, he’s second :T ) but it’s the first time I’ve ever bothered actually engaging with the community a little and I’ve gotta say, I’m super glad I did!! I still haven’t been here that long and I’m still all hearteyes at all of you guys. I’ve been Pokémon-Community-Ride-Or-Die for years but you guys make me so so happy about branching out a little bit; I’ve gotten to meet a lot of really lovely super talented people with incredible ideas and I’m just so glad to have been exposed to so many friendly creative folks.

                                                          Anywho I’m a weenie :T

Onward to the shoutouts!! Even though I love you all, but shoutouts!!

THE GENERAL FAM: @pxgtails​ @binarycolours​ @rebursting​

Ah yes, pops meema and fish. ‘But they’re not even in the Fire Emblem community’, I hear you say. WELL TOO DIDDLYDARN BAD, I reply, THEY’RE STILL THE FAM RIDE OR DIE. The last couple years+ have been a delight with you three, and you get permanent spots in my heart and on any and all infrequent bias lists I’ll ever make because firstly I Love You and secondly I just feel like I’ve benefitted immensely from knowing you. You guys taught me a lot, you’ve been inspirations, I’ve bounced so many ideas and had so many good times off/with you and I’m always jelly-kneed overjoyed over the moon whenever I think about how lucky I am to be able to call you guys my friends. The Best, all of you ought to follow them regardless of fandom. >:,T

HONESTLY THOUGH I REALLY DOUBT I COULD PUT INTO WORDS JUST HOW IMPORTANT YOU THREE ARE TO ME, I honestly consider you three of my best friends, not just in rp but in my life in general. You three are some of the most creative and fun loving and genuinely delightful people I’ve ever met, and after years of knowing you I still can’t get over how beautifully unbelievably thought out pops’ worldbuilding always is, or how incredibly humour filled and never forced meema’s writing is, or just how entertaining and full of life fish’s characters are and I’m Love Forever

JUGDRAL CREW: @nagablooded​ @steelsilk​ @lordofthewindsong​ @sinisteriisms​  @lightbranded​ @thundergoddessoffreege​ @princeoflenster​ @holysight​

AYYYYYY LEMME TELL YOU WHEN I MADE A BLOG FOR A GENEALOGY OF THE HOLY WAR CHARACTER I WASN’T EXPECTING ANY OTHER CHARACTERS ( save for maybe a Seliph or something ) FROM THE SAME GAME MUCH LESS AN ENTIRE SUBSET COMMUNITY, BUT LO AND BEHOLD!! THERE YOU GUYS ARE!! You guys are great, the discord server’s wild and I love you all. There’s a special kind of crew-ship that comes from being a bunch of folks playing characters from a lesser recognised part of a bigger franchise amiright. Anywho it’s always a delight talking to you guys, you do you >BV

M’KNIGHT MIMI/NOÉMI: @holysight​

does mimi getting her own spot even surprise anyone at this point considering she practically runs my hecking blog and about 50% of all my threads on here and a good 90% of all my memes are with/tagged by her smh

MIMI, THE SIGURD TO MY ARVIS, THE PROTAG TO MY ANTAG, THE CONSTANT VOICE NAGGING IN THE BACKGROUND ALWAYS THREATENING TO BEAT ME UP WHENEVER I SHOW UP IN A GROUP CHAT WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY VOWING TO DEFEND ME FROM THE WORLD SOMEHOW. Oh boy where do I even start. You’re hands down the best buddy I’ve made within this community and I always get this awfully huge grin on my face whenever a message notification pops up in my IMs from you, WHICH IS SOMETHING. I definitely didn’t expect to have gotten to like someone so much in such a brief amount of time in a relatively new community and yet HERE WE ARE, your writing’s beautiful, your characterisation is beautiful, your whole dang blog’s beautiful, your bully face is beautiful, you’re beautiful. Mimi For President Of Pigeon’s Blog 2k17

SURPRISE!!: @desbearer​

YOU’RE HERE FOR A VERY SPECIFIC SPECIAL REASON

We’ve never interacted on this blog, we don’t speak super often ooc and we don’t talk on the daily. Why, then, are you on this list? BECAUSE, FUN FACT, WHEN YOU MADE THE TBFLYE GROUP VERSE AND POPS SEIZED ME BY THE ANKLES AND HAD ME ( gladly tbh, it’s always such a thrill ) JUMP IN WITH YURI I SAT THERE THINKING ‘HEY, I OUGHT TO BRING A SECOND CHARACTER INTO THIS FOR A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE BUT IDK, I’D PROBABLY NEED TO MAKE A NEW ONE. WHO’D BE A GOOD CHARACTER TO PLAY THAT’D FIT INTO A MURDERVERSE WELL??’ and BOOM, I wound up making Arvis on a mostly spur of the moment decision thinking it’d be fun to play a villain for once in a murder game setting. The first blogs I interacted with on this blog weren’t even fire emblem blogs, they were from your hecking murderverse, so if it weren’t for you this blog wouldn’t exist at all!! And for that I am immensely grateful

That and also, you know, you’re a phenomenal writer so more people ought to follow you >:T

A COUPLE OF COOL CATS: @murdermage​ @naglfcr

You two!! We haven’t talked all that much out of character beyond tags yet, but you two are super fun to get to rp with!! RP is a wonderful hobby where people get to express themselves by masquerading as characters they like online and working through scenario exercises throwing them at other characters, but every once in a while you find a single poppy in a field of rye that really just seem to take a character and run with them and make them their own while also totally getting a real handle on the character’s personality so that they seem like they’ve got their minds down pat, and I’m lucky enough to have found a pair of poppies. Henry is such an eccentric character that it always seems like it’s easy to just fly off the handle with him, but you play him in a way that does away with none of his eccentricity without tossing out the fact that his time with the Shepherds is starting to help him grow as a person, and I love that!! And every time you respond with Lyon it’s like I’m talking with Lyon; you’ve got what I think is a perfect take on his character, his psyche and all his hesitation and imperfections, and I adore that. You two keep being gr12 BV

YOWSA ON THAT WORLDBUILDING/CHARACTER FOCUS THOUGH: @i-nsubordination @ofimitations

                                                                      OH BOY

Let it be said now that I l o v e worldbuilding. It’s the best thing ever. I live for it. When a person devotes enough of their time to do real research and/or familiarises themselves intimately enough with a work in media to basically be able to recount it and call specific quotes up from it like it’s a piece of referential academia I weep with joy. When they go further than that to go further than canon and build and develop intimate, detailed facts about not only their character but about the environment surrounding their character I basically backflip over the moon. You two?? You’ve got to be a pair of the most devoted to worldbuilding and character study-ing blogs I’ve ever seen, and I live for it. We don’t even have to interact for me to get excited!! I get more alert whenever I see you guys on the dash, because whether it’s a thread or a headcanon post or just general conjecture pointing something out from canon I know I’m in for a stellar time with you two. You’re both a couple of my all time favourite blogs, not just in Fire Emblem but on tumblr in general. You do some truly beautiful work.

GENERAL LOVE:

There are way too many lovely blogs for me to be able to specifically talk about all of them, so I’ll list a bunch of my favourites off the top of my head!! Even then, I’m probably missing a bajillion because I’ve just come across that many wonderful blogs and people here, which is saying something!! From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much for showing any interest in me and for just doing the things that you do. You brighten up every dash you show up on. Onto the list!!

@incoronat @godpick @hikaup @sonxfdoom @quiveringshaft @wyvernbourne @windmxgic @exaltstolen @eirikc @exaltcurse @reginlcif @tacentpennae @youmaggots @invisibleimpossibilities @ikyc @praeceptumx @drakoonica @fellheaven @gentlexbloom @grandschemed @heiwanoryu @honorbourne @kazealous @laceur @zofiavanguard @nesufuratu @noblejourney @pacianse @nobiliis @pitifullypious @thcrcn @timidtaguels @sablya @ncblelineage @naschkattze @southfaire @northfaire @healor @heiwanoryu

#⊰ ♖ ⊱ FROM ASHES TO ASHES / OUT OF CHARACTER #;bias list #;follower forever #;follower count for ts #(( s-smh look at me being all sentimental and weenie-ish )) #(( me: looks for a Serious Image to make a graphic edit out of for the header )) #(( me: comes across this panel from the manga again )) #(( me: Yes This Will Do )) #(( ANYWHO WITH THAT I'M OFF TIME FOR BED BUT I LOVE YOU ALL MWAH MWAH MWAH ))

[5hfanfiction]

Too Close To Home - Chapter 7

Should I tell her I still love Lauren or should I help Lucy patch things up with Lauren?

“Mimi, aren’t you gonna answer that?” Ashlee interjects, waking me up from my internal dilemma.

I click the green circle on my phone and bring it to my ear instead of replying Ashlee.

“Hello?”

“Hey Camila, uh- you called me a few times a few hours ago. What’s up?” Lucy asks softly yet hoarse like she just woke up from a night of lots of drinking. Even with the rumor going on about me and Lauren, she had never said or do anything rude to me- to my relief.

“Oh yeah, I uh- actually think addressing that would be better if we were in person. Are you able to meet me later at some coffee shop or something?” I reply, unsure if I’m crossing some line or something.

“Uh- sure,” she sounds skeptical but I don’t blame her.

She’s reminds me of Lauren in more ways than one. She’s beautiful inside and outside. Like I said, we’ve hung out enough to conclude that. I think she’s pansexual, she doesn’t care about genders, all she thinks about is their intellect and personality.

What I also know from our hangouts is that she loves Lauren since forever. She looks at her the way I did. I’m sure Lauren knew it too, I just think she tried to be in denial. I understand that too.

Because they’re best friends, I don’t think she wanted to destroy their friendships for a romantic one.

I’m not sure why she was willing to destroy ours.

I feel like she only wanted to be with me because she felt obligated to. I went to her one day and said that I liked her and she reciprocated. She merely prolonged the inevitable tension, if she said no, it would cause a huge rift earlier.

Maybe Lauren has also loved Lucy since the very beginning, I was just the one who went after her earlier.

But now that I was out of the picture, I think Lauren can finally come out of how she actually feels for Lucy. And although it pains me that I wasn’t who she wants, that she didn’t actually reciprocate how I feel for her, I’m happy because she deserves to be, even if it’s not because of me.

I’m fine. I really am.

Lucy and I decided to go to this local coffee shop that was at the meet point of the hotel she’s staying at with Lauren and mine.

We bid our goodbyes politely and hung up.

I sigh, that went fairly well than expected. I expected her screaming at me or something.

I don’t think saying that I still love Lauren is a good idea, especially since they’re happily engaged together. Lauren and I were toxic, still are actually, take the fight we had just hours ago for example.

…

“Hey,” she announced, waking me from constant daydream, her hands holding two cups of coffee.

“Hey,” I said weakly, standing up to awkwardly hug her. I didn’t mean it to be awkward but that’s impossible, especially since her hands are full.

She’s wearing a simple white shirt and blue jeans, her front shirt tucked in her jeans. On top of that, she’s also wearing her very own black biker’s jacket, making me realize yet again how similar she is with the green eyed beauty.

She’s beautiful, and as much as I hate to admit this, she fits with Lauren.

We sit down, my fingers all tangled together in front of me because of the awkward silence and the obvious nerve-wrecking situation. What do you say now? I didn’t plan this part- I don’t do planning period.

She clears her throat, making me look up from my fingers to her brown eyes. Her eyes are drooped and it looks so heartwarmingly soft.  Lauren held intensity in hers while Lucy holds calmness.

“So what did you want to talk about?” she asks, not beating around the bush, unlike you know, Lauren. It’s so funny how similar yet so different they are. I would laugh but I don’t think laughing right now is ideal and well, sane.

“I want to say sorry for the uh- performance. I should have consulted to you and Lauren first. I was just caught up in the moment and hell went loose after that. You got caught in the whirlwind and you never did anything wrong. You never once said shit about me and for that, I’m sorry. I don’t want you to hate me.” I ramble, not knowing if it makes sense. I feel like it was all jumbled up together.

“Whoa, okay,” she laughs sweetly, “I didn’t catch most of that but I did hear the last part. I don’t hate you, I never will. You were a huge part of Lauren and you moulded her into a beautiful and wise woman, and for that, I thank you, you don’t know how much you mean to her.” She says with a hint of sadness. Why is she sad?

“Yeah, and I’m sorry because you never did anything that could be deemed mean to me. You also never hurt Lauren, that’s how I know you guys are meant to be.” I say with conviction. And although my heart is breaking at every word that’s coming out, I was honest.

They are meant to be.

I note that she tenses for a second after that though. That’s odd.

She smiles at me, her eyes were full of curiosity and respect. “So you called me and wanted to meet me because you want me to patch things up with your ex? That’s so sweet Camila. And Lauren hasn’t even contacted me yet.”

My turn to stiffen now. What the actual fuck? So when she found out when Lucy was gone, she didn’t think of calling Lucy first? So she called me first?

“But I think she didn’t called me because she was asleep. When I came back, she was still sleeping. Which reminds me, how did you know Lauren and I were fighting?”

If I wasn’t stiff the first time, I am now. I am now the human embodiment of a stick. But that didn’t stop me from lying effortlessly- a skill I’ve got from when Lauren and I were together, at least there’s a silver lining from that relationship, “Oh, I saw an article that stated that you were seen going out alone.”

“Ahhhh, that. The article that made a theory about you and Lauren. I saw that when I was at the club.” She said, there weren’t any hostility in it, just a fact, but that didn’t make me feel any less guilty for being the reason for it.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I didn’t know they would catch up that fast. I mean, when we were together, we were as transparent as a glass and no one batted an eye. And now, one hug and all hell went lose.”

She laughs, a genuine one at that. She’s like a walking ball of sunshine, I want to hate her but I really can’t.

“Yeah, it’s okay. I get it, seriously. You guys never said your ‘goodbyes’. There were no closure. She’s the girl that got away.” She smiles warmly. Did I also tell you that she’s smart and understanding? Yeah, she is. And her mind works like mine too.

She’s basically Lauren and me in one, I would date her too- okay yeah, too weird.

We talk about random stuff a bit more, all the awkward tension gone out the window. You would be surprised if we told you that she’s the fiancé of my ex. We genuinely clicked. There were no uncomfortableness or hate. I think it’s the fact that we both despise hate helped.

We decided to go back to our own hotel after that. We said our goodbyes with a hug and went our way.

Maybe Lauren and I could be friends- since Lucy and I don’t have any bad bloods.

…

Yeah, nope. Cross the possibility of friends out. At least not now.

The girls called me a few hours ago, asking me to come to their hotel to eat dinner there. I was a bit skeptical at first but I thought that if I wanted to try being friends with Lauren and Lucy, I have to be at the same room as her. Besides, this is our last day at the same continent. They’re going back to Asia for another leg of their tour and I don’t remember shit about what I have. Roger will remind me anyway.

But now that I see Lauren and Lucy cuddling across from me, I kinda regret accepting. I love the girls, I really do, but this hurts  like a stab to the heart.

They look so happy that they don’t look like they actually argued just a day before. It feels bittersweet. Sweet because they look like they look so great together, bitter because well, they look great together. I know I said I don’t hate Lucy and I really don’t, but I am human after all, I can’t help but feel jealous of her.

She got the girl.

The girls are talking animatedly about what they’ve been doing and I feel bad for not listening half of it.

I stand up and excused my myself  to go to the kitchen to bring a bottle of wine back when in truth, I was a bit overwhelmed by Lauren and Lucy.

When I was out of sight, I leaned on the counter and released a strong breath. It felt like I could finally breathe from the suffocation of the room.

I spoke too soon when I saw Lauren coming in too. Fuck.

She smiles, and stood across from me. “Hey, I never got the chance to say thank you for what you did.”

I was too hurt to let it go when I spitefully replied, “That’s okay, it is all my fault anyway.”

“You know I didn’t mean it, but I’m sorry,” she inhales sharply before continuing, “I know what I did yesterday wasn’t ideal but it’s true, I would like for us to be friends again.”

If it was 5 hours before, I would’ve said yes but now that I got a taste of seeing them together, I don’t think I could. “I would love to, but I don’t think we could right now. All I could do is be friendly with you.”

She laughs awkwardly, “Yeah. I guess that makes sense. We didn’t really talk at all after we broke up, aside from the drunken call you did back in January.”

“Huh? The AMAs was our first interaction this year.”

“Well..”

—

LAUREN’S POV

“Hello?” I put my phone to my ear, my voice hoarse from sleeping. Who the fuck calls a person in the middle of the night?

“Laurrr,” The person on the other end speaks, waking me up immediately. Even if it’s just one syllable, I could notice her voice anywhere.

“Camila?” I say, still unsure because this could just be a dream. She hasn’t contacted any of us after she quit, so why now? And why me?

“Yeah, and fuck you…” She slurs drunkenly. Camila is never drunk. And why is she mad? But before I could ask, she continues, “Why did you unfollow me on instagram?” her voice breaking, like she’s on the verge of crying.

I laugh bitterly, “Why did you quit the group?” Low blow but whatever.

“You and Lucy..” she says weakly, my heart constricting just by listening to her, “it hurts.” I could literally hear her heart breaking when she said that.

I should’ve known that Lucy hanging out with us when Camila was still in the group could do this to her, but I was too busy in trying to make her jealous that I forgot that she’s human too. And here I was, blaming her for quitting the group because I thought she felt like she’s better than us.

I unfollowed her because I was so pissed of the fans reminding me of 'Camren’ when I’m clearly with Lucy now. I knew they would find out immediately.

“Why did you unfollow me?” She says again. I feel like in this generation right now, an unfollow is equivalent to a kick to the groin, it’s comical actually.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I was just pissed at the shippers. It was to show that we’re not together or some sort.” I say, it’s not a lie but it’s not a whole truth either. I was pissed at the fact that she quit the group. I know she told us since April but I still hate how there were no actual farewell. She was just gone.

“Yeahhhhh.. about that too. Why did you publicize yorrr relay shenship whit Lucy and you never did with me?”

I ignore what she asked since tonight isn’t really the time to talk deep shit, she’s too drunk. “Camila, where are you?”

“None of your bizzz..” She says lazily. I don’t think I would be able to know where she is since I’m sure she herself doesn’t know. I switched on my laptop instead and searched @CCabelloNews on Twitter and saw a candid of her going to a club in LA. Fortunately, where I’m at currently for the Bazaar 150.

I checked her surrounding on the picture and saw a sign that might’ve help me. “Camila, are you still at the club?”

“No.”

“Really? Cause the distinct bass says otherwise.” She’s not a good liar, even on the phone.

“That’s me farting repeatedly.”

I choked. Who the hell says that? “Yeah well, whatever, I’m coming to get you, wait outside in 15 minutes,” hanging up before she can say anything else.

Normani is sprawled beside me and I don’t think she’ll be awake anytime soon.

I take the car key we rented and got ready, wearing a tshirt with my black bomber jacket, along with my usual black ripped jeans.

The ride there was silent, the only thing I could hear is the roaring of the engine and my heart beating rapidly- this is the first time I get to meet Camila without all the other girls.

Once I was near, I saw Camila leaning against the wall. She’s wearing a short black dress that is a little tight for my liking, her greatest asset showing too much. She screams sex and she knows it. Her hair is messy, probably from the dancing. I park my car near the club and walk to where I saw her.

“Camila?” I announce softly.

She looks up, smiling weakly at me. But even if she’s looking at me, she looks dazed.

“Laurrrrrr..” She purrs, her eyes going down and back up on my body, shamelessly checking me out.

“Who are you with here?” I ask, I doubt she went here at her own account. She’s not one to actually go to a party or go clubbing. She loathes them actually.

“Taylor, but she left… fore I called you.”

I frown, why did she stay here then? “Okay, why didn’t you leave?”

“I forgot where I live right now,” she giggles, finding what she just said funny.

“Okay well, let’s go…”

“Whaaaattt? No.. You just came here, let’s dance,” she excitedly said, dragging me into the club before I could say no. I was too busy feeling high at the fact that she’s holding my hand. Pathetic.

She drags me to the middle of the dance floor and starts grooving to the music. Her ass poking on my sex, turning me on more than I would like to admit.

“Camila, please stop,” I will myself to say. I mean, Camila’s ass is just so… voluminous, it’s hard for me to not get aroused.

“Why?” She turns around and stare at me, those black orbs pouring to the brown irises. Her hands moves around my neck and starts grinding, her body rolling with mine.

OH-FUCKING-GOD.

Lucy. Is this considered cheating?

“Camilaaa..” a raspy voice shouts through the music, making both of us turn to where the voice was.

Cara Delevingne.

She walks towards us, making me nervous purely because of her aura, if people say I’m intimidating, they clearly haven’t met her yet. But didn’t Camila come here with Taylor? Why is Cara here?

“Camila, where were you? I lost you,” she shouts, the music drowning the sound. She finally looks at me and realized who I was, “Lauren, oh my god, why are you here?”

“Camila called me,” I say nonchalantly, adding a shrug to the mix.

“Oh wow, do you want to sit down? We have a booth upstairs.”

“Nahh, I thought she,” pointing at Camila, “was alone. But now that I know she’s in good hands, I’ll go,” my voice etched with a bit of jealousy. I know it doesn’t make sense but I can’t help it. The girls and I are in LA and yet, she’s hanging out with Taylor’s crew. But I sort of get it too, we broke up, we’re not friends anymore.

“Lauren, you just came here..” Camila chimes in, “Come sit with us first, we hardly talk anymore.” Again, dragging me before I could say no.

She drags me upstairs to the VIP section, at the empty booth I could only guess is theirs. She sits down and I sit across from her.

Cara came with 5 shots a minute later, sitting beside Camila.

Camila immediately downed one of the shots, smiling giddily after that, proud that she can handle her drink.

“Let’s play spin the bottle,” she says excitedly, as if it’s her best idea yet.

“How? There’s only 3 girls here.” Cara chimes, “You’re not into girls, Cami.”

“Psttt, who says?” she turns to Cara with a mischievous smile. She looks down to her lips and back up.

Yeah, the night just got worse.

—

“Hey babe, what’s taking so long?” Lucy interrupted Lauren, walking to the kitchen.

“Oh nothing, just catching up with Camila,” she walks over to Lucy in the middle and gives a peck before continuing, “We’re just finished actually. Let’s go back to the girls.”

Lucy smiles politely at me and they walk back to the living room- but not without Lauren giving me a look that silently says, “We’ll continue this some other time.”

Alright then, some other time.

#UPDATE #series #non AU #camren #angst drama #submission #Too Close To Home

[gymwrites]

Here’s To Ties

The Raistafina Chrismukkah one shot I finally got around to finishing - better late than never. Hope it warms the heart a little :)

“Hello? Anyone there?”

McKayla Maroney pokes her head through the arched entrance door. She unwraps a thick woolly scarf around her neck, a bagful of elegantly wrapped presents balanced against her hip.

Pausing for a moment to even out her slightly labored breathing (she had decided to take the ten or so flights of stairs up to the penthouse, rather than the private elevator), McKayla pricks up her ears. The comfortable silence of the warmly lit hallway is peppered every now and then with distant clanks of pans against a stove, the sudden on and off of a tap, and the muffled sounds of playful scolding.

She waits. Sure enough, a thundering patter of footsteps rapidly grows ever closer. McKayla grins. Dropping the heavy bag to the floor, she bends down just in time to catch the enthusiastic ball of energy hurtling towards her.

“Aunty Mack! Aunty Mack!”

“Mimi! God, I almost didn’t recognize you. You’re a full grown lady now!” McKayla laughs as she sweeps five-year-old Amira up into her arms, planting a kiss on her forehead. With her free hand, McKayla reaches up to brush a few wild strands of dark brown hair out of the excited girl’s eyes. 

“Are any of those for me?” Amira eyes the bag of goodies on the ground, searching for something with her name on it. 

“Maybe. You’ll just have to find out later tonight, when your mommies officially start the gift-opening ceremony.”

Slightly deflated, Amira sighs and rests her cheek against McKayla’s shoulder. 

“That won’t be until forever. Gifts start only after we eat all the food first.”

McKayla raises an eyebrow, a tiny smile hanging on her lips. “And just how much food have they cooked this time?” 

Lifting her head to look seriously into McKayla’s eyes, Amira leans in to whisper, “A lot. And…” Amira’s hushed voice trails off.

“Let me guess. We have to judge who Queen of the Kitchen is again?”

Amira chews her lip and nods silently. McKayla’s eyes glint with anticipation. “I see. Well, then. We had better go and make sure they haven’t started World War III.” Bending down to scoop up the bag, Amira’s arms still wrapped tightly around her neck, McKayla starts striding down the hallway.

True to Chrismukkah tradition as celebrated by the Mustafina-Raisman household, it looks like the Big Bang took place on their massive oakwood dining room table. Every inch of it is covered in food, glorious food. Crispy, golden brown latkes sidled with applesauce, a huge pot of steaming solyanka ringed with mushroom pies, leafy salads galore, a roast chicken with Seda and Laurie’s names on it, a mountain of pelmeni accompanied by generous dollops of sour cream… It’s as if all the exertion that normally goes into winning Olympic medals has been channelled into creating the most magnificent Chrismukkah feast the world has ever seen.

Aliya Mustafina and Aly Raisman stand side by side at the head of the table, exhausted, but feeling like they’ve accomplished something great. Milling around the table is what over the years has become their big, jumbled Russian-American extended family - Simone, Masha, Laurie and Seda jabbering away about their planned trip to the Cayman Islands, Dasha and Madison swapping bar coaching tips, Gabby and Viktoria bent over an intense game of chess.

Looking sideways over at Aly, Aliya takes a moment to appreciate her partner’s adorably flushed cheeks, the crystal lashes she had spent a full hour applying, and the super nerdy Santa hat she has on. Feeling Aliya’s gaze on her, Aly turns and grins at her.

“What?”

Fighting back the impulse to tell the American she looks ravishing tonight and perhaps maybe they should cancel the Chrismukkah dinner right now so they can… have some time to themselves… Aliya bites her lip and instead fixes a careful smile on her face.

“Your - how you say - lat-kee? Taste good. But little burnt.”

Aly shoots Aliya an indignant look. “I never burn those. They’re perfect.”

Aliya chuckles. “We will see.”

A joyous chorus of greetings from the Olympians in the room distracts them from their pre-competition banter. 

“Sorry I’m late! Work at the studio was crazy.” McKayla’s signature exuberance brightens the festively decorated room even more. She sets Amira down onto the floor and immediately goes around to pull each of the other girls into a fierce embrace. This is the one time of the year Team USA and Team Russia get to be in the same room together - a near impossible feat, what with their combined number of international competitions, TV appearances, judging panels and coaching workshops to attend.

Aly and Aliya both make their way over to the beaming vault champion, elated at McKayla’s arrival. Now the party - and fight for this year’s Queen of the Kitchen title - can really get started.

“Baruch Atah Adonai Eloheinu Melech Ha'olam, asher kidshanu b’mitzvotav v’tzivanu l’hadlik ner shel Hanukkah.”

Amira claps her hands in delight as Aly lights the final candle on the menorah. Hugging her daughter close, Aliya’s joy is more contained, but no less genuine. Every time Aliya watches Aly say blessings on behalf of their family, she never fails to get shivers at how beautiful the Hebrew language sounds, how special it feels to share this moment with the people who mean most to them. 

Aly sets down the lighter and grins around at the illustrious bunch seated around the table, noting with satisfaction the empty plates and bowls spread out on the table. The guests, for their part, feel like they won’t have to eat for another week. At least. 

“Aliya, Amira and I just want to say how grateful we are that you all could make it again this year. You guys are as close to family as family can be. Chrismukkah is about bringing people together, regardless of faith, background, nationality, and…” Aly chokes up as a surprising wave of emotion hits her. Everyone exchanges small sympathetic smiles at the sight of the former American team captain tearing up. Despite the rivalry between their countries they have all known for most of their lives, the last few years have knitted them closer together, more than anyone had expected. 

“Yes,” Aliya steps in gently. She slides her hand into Aly’s. “You are all very important to us.” Amira, sensing the gravity of the moment, sends the most love-filled smile she can muster up towards her mom.

Finding the strength in Amira’s smile and Aliya’s touch to pull herself together, Aly decides to steer the night towards a lighter note.

“Speaking of important, it’s time to count your votes to see who this year’s Queen of the Kitchen is!” 

Aliya nods. “After lose to me in the last year, Raisman not let me hear the end of it. When she lose again tonight, we all can have true peace.”

“Excuse me, it doesn’t count as winning if you bribe everyone with expensive Russian vodka that isn’t yet legally available on the market,” Aly retorts. “As I recall, we’re meant to do this all in the spirit of friendly international competition.”

Simone rolls her eyes. “To skip all the drama, we made sure to vote so you both …Ow!” She suddenly yelps as someone’s foot kicks her in the shin under the table. Viktoria shoots her a barely visible warning that’s immediately replaced with a sweet smile. “Go on, Aly,” the demure Russian says.

Aly gives Viktoria a quizzical look, but continues. “Gabby, would you do the honors?” Both she and Aliya look expectantly at Gabby.  

Gabby clears her throat. “Well… After tallying everyone’s votes for each of the main dishes, it appears we have…” She looks around at the table, trying hard not to laugh at how everyone is avoiding looking directly at Aly and Aliya. “Well would you look at that, I can hardly believe it. A tie. You are both equally amazing in the kitchen.”

“A tie! Hooray!” Amira clinks a silver spoon against a glass, something she’s loved doing since McKayla taught her it’s a secret noise that attracts the faeries to come out and play. It also helps fill in the silence of everyone collectively holding their breaths at Aly and Aliya’s reactions.

Sure enough, their reception to the tie is slightly more suspicious. 

“You guys. We told you - you don’t have to spare either one of our feelings. Vote with no fear of the Russian mafia coming after you…” Aly stifles a grin at the sight of Aliya’s stormy eyes widening.

Before Aliya can fire back a response, Madison quickly and strategically raises her glass in the air. “Here’s to ties!” Sitting across from her are Viktoria and Dasha; they all burst out laughing the second they make eye contact. In wholehearted agreement, the other Olympians around the table follow suit. “To ties!” Mouthfuls of champagne are quickly downed.

Moving hurriedly to muffle the protests of Aly and Aliya, Laurie jumps to her feet and with a flourish of her hand announces, “Okay party people! Seda and I have been working on a little something for the past few days… How does a Russo-American Chrismukkah song sound? Da-vai!”

The still of the night merges with soft, intermingled breathing.

Despite the madness of Chrismukkah celebrations, neither Aly or Aliya feel the slightest bit tired. It might be the effects of the peach-tinged, medium-dark Colombian coffee brew McKayla had whipped out at and made everyone down in shots. Or the impromptu half-drunken rap Seda and Laurie had conjured up at the last minute, lampooning everything from the FIG to floor judges to Olympic after parties. Amira had passed out from pure exhaustion after the tenth verse.

But mostly, it’s the familiar comfort of fingers laced through each other’s, legs entangled, the scintillating heat of their bodies pressed together, that’s keeping them awake. Moments like these make reality better than dream; sleep, an unwelcome prospect.

Aliya shifts her head slightly so she has a direct view into the deep swirls of hazel against honey, the boundless love in them wrapping around her like a protective blanket. She brings her hand up to trace the outline of Aly’s cheekbones. The Russian doesn’t say anything; she doesn’t have to. Aly smiles, tilting her face in closer, close enough that their noses brush together.

“How many times was that?”

Aliya laughs softly. “Four, I think.”

Aly sighs, closing her eyes for a second to take in a deep breath, and to savor the feeling of not knowing where she ends and Aliya begins. She opens them to find Aliya smiling sultrily at her. It prompts a gentle kiss from Aly. “After the third time I thought there was no way, but wow. That was amazing.”

"We are together so long, and still you are surprised at my superior skills," Aliya chides in mock indignation.

“Superior skills? Do I need to remind you how many times you…”

The Russian leans in to nuzzle Aly’s ear, her hot breath sending ripples of pleasure down Aly’s being, cutting her off mid-sentence. “We call it a tie.”

“I thought you hated ties. Actually, we both hate ties. Like tonight’s dinner. I know my latkes were incredible. No offence to you babe, I know how much time you spent on that soup… what is it called? Sol… sol- something…” The teasing in her voice is palpable.

“Aly?”

“Hm?”

“Shut up.”

Aly can hardly fail to comply. Not with Aliya’s hands suddenly embarking on another insistent exploration beneath the sheets…

#raistafina #one shot #chrismukkah #it's a bit late but still

[eyesseeingbeyondtheveil]

“Have you ever seen anything like it?”

It wasn’t opening night, but it was one of the first ones that I had been able to actually sneak away from the tables around the others areas of the casino and lounge to actually witness it for myself. Jocelyn was with me of course, her small face glittering with sparkles of confetti and special stage make up, her outfit as racy as any could be in their work place. She was flushed from dancing, making her all the more pretty, especially the way it left her eyes lit up like all the sparkling lights that were rotating around us. 

The sound of music blasted, amplified by the systems that had been paid with so much gil for their quality and quantity; the tempo seemed to carry everywhere but without fully drowning out everything else. We were -packed-...in fact, it hadn’t been this busy in a long time. With the holidays in full swing, so many had been going to the hubs of activity in Gridania...

Moving in further, we were jostled this way and that as people were up and dancing or pounding feet and waving their hands in the air. Less were singing along and more were just shouting...making noise as if to be a part of it any way that they could. Lights that had been seemed so random on the outskirts zoomed in the direction of the stage; cross-crossing but always coming back to the center where our people were; all the men and women who had practiced for so many weeks now putting on their best. Looking up at their faces, they certainly did look amazing; as glowy and shiny and Jocelyn, in leathers and laces and various other fabrics both pitch black as well as bursts of color, feathers and fringes and...

“Look! There is she!”

Sure enough, front and center, I could see Embersong; she looked much the same and so different at the same time. Her spring pink hair was loose and curled, her face bearing the same artistic job from our backstage crew. Her dress wasn’t like the others; it was less flashy color and looked solid black at first glance - though watching her closer, I could just making out threads of gold beneath the bodice that had to either be a mesh or wove in to some other sort of pattern over it. The bottom was...well, not so much a bottom as very small shorts that sprouted a tail of more of the same sheer material, brushing the floor near her feet. 

“I’m laying here in the darkness, the middle of nowhere; There’s no one in sight. Caught in the madness, don’t wanna be like this; I’m losing my mind.”

She looked..in her element. Of course, it could’ve all been just for show, but I didn’t really think so. This could be something that she genuinely enjoyed doing - or just being the center of attention....My eyes went out to the crowd again, like the ones I had seen amass around the popular bards, or around the Songbirds when they came in to perform... and I was glad once again that Embersong hadn’t needed her back up in me. I didn’t think I could handle being so much a single focus. 

The music shifted suddenly, softened...the percussion and cymbals drawing back their hard sounds. All lights turned white and came in; Moka was left in three of them, off to her right and left were two more female dancers with male counterparts. “If only it was us against the world. Tell me..”

“Tell me.”, one of the lights veered off to a set of dancers.

“Tell me.”, the second female dancer chimed, the third light taking her and her partner. 

“Tell me would you stand for all we’re worth?”, so passionate and smiling before, Embersong’s voice now was almost a plea. The dancers to either side of her threaded together in an elaborate embrace. They serparated abruptly, the girls turning their backs to Embersong, the men facing inwards at them. “Your silence is a gun..”

“..Gun..”

“...Gun.”

Like the last time, she was echoed. Still looking out in to the crowd, Embersong lifted her right arm, hand directed out with thumb cocked back and pointer finger aimed out as if she were mimicking the weapon. To either side of her, the dancer girls did the same, only theirs was leveled at their male dancers. The crowd went quiet - probably more for the need to hear now than the actual tensity of the moment. It was all acting, afterall, and the ‘weapons’ were fingers.

“Aiming at the one..”

“...one...”

“...one...”

Instead of staying pointed at the men and the crowd, the finger guns turned inwards at the girls. I pinched brow, a little confused at where it was going...And probably really over thinking the message that was trying to be conveyed. 

“..who’s still the same. My love won’t change.”

“Love. Won’t. Chaaaaange!”, she punctured each word, dragging out the last on such a high note that I swore I could actually feel it resonating inside my ears and down through the tips of my toes. The male dancers darted back in, their larger hands reaching out for the gun hands of the girls, still pointing them at themselves and brushing them aside with a timed ease that only looked dramatic but was probably barely a tap passed between the two. Only Embersong had been left unguarded and ‘unrescued’; but instead of pretending to fire at herself, her arm went above her head, then thrust down and out to either side. The lights and music resumed as they had been before in full force, like it needed to make up for the time of gentle silence; the rest of the dancers were back, swinging each other around. Embersong herself hung on to another high note that cut through the others and the music, a mixture of harmony and ‘Stay’s and ‘Oh’s overlapping one another. 

Next to me, Jocelyn had joined in with the chorus of the audience that had come alive at the same time the music had, thawing out in a frenzy as it wrapped up to a close. “Be my soldier.”, was the last of it before the lights fell. I could just barely hear the whooshing sound of the curtains, covering up the dancers retreat backstage to recover and attack the cool water they had back there to wash off the sweat and sate parched throats. I felt my hand being snatched up and a hard tug yanking me off to one side and towards the safety of the outskirts of people now milling about. 

“..believe it?”, I knew my friend was gushing, but it took a moment to stop the ringing in my hears and the adrenaline left over from being in the middle of so large a cluster with so much noise and actually pay attention to what she was saying. “They’ve come so far with anything...and it sounds so much better than it used to! Way less garble-y and all muddled. Haha, and did you see Georffs’ face when he was dancing with Mimi? He was so nervous! He’s had a crush on her forever...”

I made myself smile and nod, letting out a sigh. “They’ve only got a few more nights, don’t they?”, I was watching one of the ends of the curtain that had come around the side of the stage. It was moving - no doubt people trying to jostle for any space to rest. I wondered what Embersong would do after singing a song like that...Did she feel anything after singing lyrics like that? I remembered her face, halo-ed in the white lights, and the yearning in her notes. 

It’s silly - it was acting! Good actors could bring you to tears while they were still able to laugh immediately after their lines. 

“Hm? Oh yes. It’s gonna get boring around here again afterwards.Just all the regular games and whatnot.”, Jocelyn let out a sigh of her own before she plucked at me again. “C’mon, let’s get back before they notice we actually caught out breath and accuse us of being lazy!”

#song by Samantha Jade #Soldier #Moka things #aimee #Gold saucer nonsense

[justcallmekatya]

35 Drag Race questions Easy
1) Who’s your favorite queen? - has to be katya, she'll always be my favourite although i love a lot of them 
2) What’s you’re favorite season? - i really enjoyed seasons 4 and 6, i think 4 was the best in terms of drama etc but i absolutely loved the s6 queens like adore and bianca so i find them hard to choose between, tbh i love them all so much 
3) Favourite challenge? - i really like the ball challenges like glitter ball/book ball etc because the 3 different looks are always so fun but also snatch game ofc 
4) Favorite mini-challenge? - the puppets ones are always so good and the reading obvs and the one with lil pound cake #iconic 
5) Least favorite queen? - could honestly pick more than 1 tbh but has to be mimi imfurst lmao 
6) Favorite entrance phrase? - 'is this America's next top model? oh... sorry' (courtney act) 
7) Favorite entrance look? - honestly loved nina bo'nina's mouse look so much, gia gunn's entrance look was also iconic af and rlly liked laganja's tbh 
8) Favorite pair/group during drag race - atm i'm team sashae af (sasha & Shea) bc let's be honest who isn't, also love naomi and kim and katya and trixie tho they weren't much of a pair during s7 9) Favorite pair/group after drag race? - trixya 50000% (also love raja and raven) 
10) Favorite queen who hasn’t been on drag race? - quite like aquaria but idk i honestly don't really follow non-drag race queens Medium
11) Which drag daughter from the transformation episode do you think should of stayed in drag? - ngl i don't remember them i'll come back to this Q * 
12) Who’s the most controversial queen? - would have to be phi phi probs or jasmine masters lmao 
13) What is your least favorite outfit ever? - serena cha cha's iconic mess 
14) Who would you like to see on season 10? - aquaria again idk??? 
15) Who would you like to see on All Stars 3? - omw everyone like trixie, naomi and Kim, laila, adore, pearl, fame, milk, laganja, there's sm others to be honest but i would be naming ppl forever 
16) Who should’ve been on All Stars 2? - i feel like this is a similar question but definitely trixie and pearl also like courtney/willam cos i didn't mention them in the last q and i'd love to see them on as3 OH and dela 
17) Which queen should have stayed longer? - katya bc she should have won???? and the princess idk i just think she had more to offer tbh idk can't think of others off the top of my head 
18) Which queen shouldn’t have stayed as long? - phi phi, dida ritz, derrick barry idk 
19) Favorite untucked episode? - currently linda evangelista bc it has recently become iconic but shangela's sugar daddy speech/derrick's gem speech are both highlights tbh and also love the last untucked of s8 because it is literally just rupaul's best friend race and i live for it 
20) What do you wish you’d seem more of in season 4/5/6/7 - i honestly think 4 had some of the best challenges ever, out of all those 4 seasons the only one i didn't love quite as much was 7 because i don't think the range of queens was diverse enough or something idk Hard
1) Which queen has changed you the most as a person? - probably adore luv her 
2) Which queen would you cry if you met? - KATYA 
3) If you had to think up a mini/main challenge, what would you want the queens to do? - omg such a good question !! i'd love if they picked names at random kinda like they do for the puppets and then have to recreate their makeup but like on themselves (mini challenge) 
4) If 1 queen were to guest judge, who would you chose? - i think bianca would be hilarious or katya ofc 
5) Who is the most underrated queen and why? - i think april carrion is rlly underrated cos like no one knows who she is but she's ac fishy and fierce af 
6) Which queen is overrated and why? - idk why i can't really think of overrated queens off the top of my head ?? ginger maybe i'm just really not a fan idk 
7) Favorite guest judge? - GAGA because she gave sm constructive critique to all the queens and was genuinely a gem loveeee 
8) Which queen’s backstory can you relate to the most? idkkk like i don't really wanna say i relate to any of them cos i don't know how it feels to go through what they go through all i can say is that all their stories inspire me 
9) What is Ru’s worst EVER decision? - firstly tyra as the winner of s2 when it should have been raven and also not letting katya win??? 
10) Which queen did you dislike in the show, and now is a big fan of? - i actually really like roxxxy now and wasn't that keen on fame & violet in s7 but i now love them BONUS QUESTIONS
1) Which queen’s would you want to see lipsync against each other? in s9 i really wanna see shae lipsync not bc i want her in the bottom ofc but cos i think she'd slay it so maybe shae and then against Nina oooh 
2) Which lipsync disappointed you the most? charlie hides (get off my lawn)
3) Choose a queen’s outfit to steal. - violet chachki's s8 finale look although i could never actually wear it LOL 
4) Choose a queen’s hair to steal. - rlly like naomi's final hair 
5) Choose a queen’s makeup skills to steal. - nina bc she can do sm with her face it's so impressive