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[SKZ Imprinted] Jeongin: Youngblood

Anonymous asked: Hi rocket don't know if you've gotten any requests for jeongin's mate but I'm super curious about her. Can I perhaps request something with them? Maybe something leaning more on fluff since the other parts have been angst filled? If not, maybe full on angst is also the way to go!

Characters: Jeongin x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, college au, a little angsty but it’s mostly fluff, mentions of not eating and also depression

Word count: 6,915

Summary: Despite being the youngest of the pack, Jeongin has imprinted way before most -- if not, all -- of his brothers. Unlike his brothers, though, he never found the courage to tell you anything. But if what happened between Minho and his mate aren’t enough proof that Jeongin needs to figure out how to confess his biggest secret to you, he doesn’t know what is. So since he needs to figure things out fast, and his pack is zero help after everything that’s happened, Jeongin finds himself relying on someone he least expected just to make sure he doesn’t mess things up with you.

a/n: things in bold are in english. also might change the title of jeongin’s part because i can’t decide what i want it to be lmao

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Shit had hit the fan, and the next few days were spent with everyone just trying to unpack everything and sort through their feelings -- namely Ryujin and Minho. However, the pack was also pretty upset with Minho’s mate -- and rightfully so since she almost got all of them killed -- and so they kept giving their two cents despite the fact that Minho had been essentially dead silent since coming back from the hunter HQ.

But this situation had also prompted Jeongin to start acting out again. The pup used to always run off on his own, but he’d gotten a little better at listening to his alpha and sticking around the area. But for the last few days, he was nowhere to be found. Chan searched everywhere and even called in for help looking for him, but Jeongin was completely MIA. His parents were naturally worried and were getting a little bit on Chan’s case about finding him, so he reluctantly had to call in someone else for help.

“You want me to find him?” Elsie scoffed when Seungmin had called her.

“If anyone could find a werewolf, it’s you and Ryu,” Seungmin sighed, “but...I doubt she’d wanna go. Look, we just need to make sure he’s safe. You don’t have to do it, but Chan’s willing to pay you if he has to.”

“How much?” she asked, eyeing her depressed sister from where she was standing in the kitchen. Ryujin hadn’t moved from the couch since coming home and she wasn’t eating much. Naturally, Elsie was worried, but she wasn’t quite sure what to do with her since she had similar issues to sort through herself. “My prices are kinda high.”

“He said he’ll borrow some through Changbin,” Seungmin replied, “though, he never really paid back what he owes, so... I guess I was hoping I could convince you to do it for free.”

The older girl scoffed, “And why would I do that?”

“Because deep down, you have feelings for me,” the smirk Seungmin wore could be heard in his tone.

Elsie frowned, “I’m charging even more now.”

“Okay, okay,” he sighed. “Because...I can talk to Minho for you and Ryu. He might rip my head off, but I figure this is a fair trade.”

“How’s that fair, dumbass? That pup can’t kill me.”

“You haven’t seen him when he’s like this.”

Tracking Jeongin down wasn’t necessarily the hardest thing to do, but it was a bit of a pain in the ass. Knowing his pack would not only personally go searching for him but also knowing they’d call in Seungcheol’s pack, Jeongin had to skip a few towns just to be alone.

Elsie just so happened to live a few towns away.

Jeongin sensed her before he saw her, the hair on the back of his neck instinctively standing on end as his eyes narrowed and he slowly lifted his head from where he sat on a park bench. But once he caught wind of the vaguely familiar scent of his brother’s mate, all he did was sigh.

“Fancy seeing you here, kid,” Elsie said as she strolled over, hands in her pockets. She stopped in front of Jeongin and looked down at him. “Finally fed up with your brothers? ‘Bout time someone around here got their head on straight. Poor Jinnie’s still whining over that one dickhead.”

Jeongin really couldn’t tell if Elsie was sent to find him by his brothers -- it was a long shot she’d agree but he figured she’d eventually cave if Seungmin bothered her enough, which Jeongin knew he’d absolutely do -- or if she just happened to run into him and was trying to figure out if there was a reason why he left the pack so she could find a weak spot. Elsie was still difficult for him to read...

“Shouldn’t you be with Ryujin?” Jeongin asked, deflecting the elder’s questions. He wouldn’t look back up at her, though. He just stared at her dirty boots as she kicked the grass lightly every now and then. “You went through all that trouble for her just to ditch her and come complain about her?”

Elsie raised her eyebrows, actually taken off-guard by Jeongin’s attitude, “Alright, snippy, relax. I was just trying to lighten the mood.”

“And why?” he asked, suddenly looking up at her with a clenched jaw. “My brothers sent you after me, right?”

She shrugged, “Yeah, but I only did it because Seungmin promised to talk to Minho for Ryu.”

“So what, do you have to snitch on me now? Capture me and keep me at your place until Chan comes to pick me up or something?”

“I mean...I guess, but you’re an adult, right?

Jeongin’s eyes narrowed and he studied Elsie for a moment. There weren’t any weapons or restraints on her that he could see. Actually, she was in some leggings, some old-looking t-shirt, and a jacket. She looked...somehow non-threatening.

“So...you’re not gonna tell anyone?” Jeongin quizzed slowly.

Again, she shrugged, “I don’t see a point. Besides, calling them over clearly won’t help whatever’s going on. Seems like it’d make it worse. So, I dunno, you can do whatever you feel you need to do.”

“...Why?”

“I dunno...I’ve been there, I guess.”

Jeongin made a face, “Are you relating to me?”

Elsie made the same face, “Fuck no. I’m just... Ugh! Look, kid, I’m trying to be nice! Ryujin likes you dogs so much, and I want her happy over everything else. If that means I have to keep you safe just to have Minho acknowledge my sister for five minutes, I’ll do it.”

“Well I’m not gonna go off and do anything reckless, so you can stop pretending to care,” he scoffed, standing up from the bench with his arms crossed. He wasn’t much taller than the older girl, but it still made him feel a little better that he had maybe an inch or so on her. “Tell Seungmin I’m fine and I’ll...go back eventually.”

Elsie sighed and dug around in her pocket. She pulled her phone out and handed it to Jeongin, “Here.”

Jeongin stared at the device in her hand in confusion, “...What?”

“Grab a coffee with me,” she offered, still offering him her phone. “I won’t call them unless you want me to.”

“Why...?”

She just shrugged, “Like I said: I’ve been there. Let’s talk for a bit, kid. Coffee’s on me.”

It was a little awkward at first as Jeongin sat across from the girl who’d been trained to kill him. She sipped her latte or whatever the hell she got, and just looked around the shop -- anywhere but at him. Jeongin leaned back in his chair, staring at his to-go cup and then letting his eyes flicker up to study Elsie again.

Elsie suddenly nodded her head toward someone, muttering, “That guy has like, four teeth.”

Jeongin’s eyebrows furrowed before he whipped his head around to see some messy-looking man who was chomping on a breakfast sandwich. He was chewing very obnoxiously with his mouth open. He turned back to face Elsie.

“Why’d you point that out?” he asked.

She shrugged, “Don’t know. Figured I should fill the silence. It’s kind of uncomfortable to be honest.”

“You can leave,” he pointed out with a little venom in his voice.

But Elsie didn’t seem angry that he was giving her attitude. She seemed almost...impressed. One corner of her mouth twitched up a little, “Yeah, I guess so. But you still have my phone, so maybe you wanna keep me here.”

Jeongin frowned back at her, “No. I just forgot I had it.”

“Hey, it’s totally fine, kid,” she chuckled, hands up slightly in surrender. “I’m not here to judge whatever you’re feeling. Hell, look at me and Jinnie.”

He stared at her for a little longer, taking in her words. Then he let out a sigh and cast his gaze downward, one hand coming up to cup his drink.

“Whatever you’re going through, you can talk about it,” she promised in a softer tone that didn’t even sound like Elsie.

“How do I know you’re not gonna tell Seungmin?” he asked, still looking at his cup.

She let out a laugh, “If I gave that much of a shit, don’t you think I’d have called them already?”

“Okay, fair. Then why do you care about helping me? You hate werewolves.”

Elsie shrugged, “Yeah. But I’m nosy and I wanna know what’s going on with the angsty teen.”

Jeongin looked at her again, staring daggers, “I’m literally an adult!”

“Yeah, yeah,” she waved his words away. “So what’s the deal with the pack? Why’re you so pissed off? I wanna talk shit.”

The pup studied her for a little longer. Honestly, what did he have to lose? Chances were low that Elsie would tell his pack since she really only cared about them for her sister’s sake, and he knew none of his brothers would listen to him since they were so wrapped up in the Minho/Ryu thing -- he’d tried but it went about as well as he expected. The only reason they were worried now was probably because his parents were bugging them.

He sighed, “There’s this girl...”

“You imprinted, right?” Elsie guessed.

He nodded, “Yeah. Her name’s _____. We went to high school together and we ended up going to the same college. We’ve always been sorta friends but not good enough friends to really hang out outside of class. She’s like, the super nice popular girl, y’know? And I’m the weirdo who ran away sophomore year. But like, even when I came back home after that, she ran up to me and smiled and said she was glad I was okay.”

“Sounds like a goody-two-shoes,” Elsie commented in a thoughtless mumble.

Jeongin growled lowly.

She chuckled, “Sorry, my bad. I didn’t mean it like a bad thing. Honestly, that’s probably better. But, I’m assuming you’re going to tell me you haven’t told her anything?”

He shook his head, “Not at all. And now after what happened with Minho and Ryujin... I’m kinda terrified.”

Jeongin let out a short, quiet, sad laugh. Elsie watched him as he continued to just sit there and hold his drink with one hand, eyes on the table.

“I mean...at least she’s probably not a werewolf hunter,” she offered.

“But who says I won’t scare the shit out of her?” he countered. “That’s a lot to put on a person. Like, admitting to being a werewolf is bad enough, but then I have to be like, ‘Oh, by the way, you’re actually my soulmate that I’m meant to be with for the rest of my life and if you leave me I will literally die. No pressure, though!’ If I were her, I’d file a restraining order.”

“Well yeah, if you say it like that,” Elsie laughed. “Dude, just like, become her friend and then come clean with the werewolf thing. And she feels a little of the pull too, so you can ask her on a date at some point and when you feel comfortable, you can explain everything. And if she ever asks questions, just be honest with her.”

“How do I get closer with her?” Jeongin whined. “I can hardly say two sentences to her.”

“Ask her to hang out or something, how should I know?”

“Oh, I forgot, you don’t have friends anymore.”

Elsie narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth to make a witty comeback or to yell at him, but nothing came out. Jeongin even flinched a little, waiting for hell to rain down on him.

Instead, Elsie brought her cup to her lips and said, “Touché, kid. Touché.”

Jeongin let out a breath, looking back at his cup. He finally raised it to his lips and took a sip before setting it back down, still staring at the table.

“You’re not as evil as I thought you were,” he muttered.

She chuckled, “You’re saying that to a hunter who’s probably gonna be the reason your brother dies.”

His eyes flashed up to meet hers, “You haven’t technically denied him yet, have you?”

She let out a sigh, being the one to drop her gaze this time, “It’s...complicated. But we’re not talking about me, this is about you. Why don’t you wanna go back home?”

“They weren’t gonna listen to my problems and honestly, I’m really fucking stressed.”

“I get that. Sometimes you just need to be alone for a bit.”

“Speaking of alone, shouldn’t you be getting back to Ryujin?”

“Probably, yeah,” she breathed before standing up, taking her drink with her. “Wanna come? I can drive you home whenever you feel like going back.”

Jeongin looked up at her for a moment, weighing his options. But he finally stood and took his cup, “Yeah, I guess. She won’t be upset seeing me?”

“I think it’ll make her feel a little better that someone doesn’t completely hate her.”

“I mean...she almost got us killed.”

“Okay, well you can pretend like you don’t completely hate her, and then I won’t make you pay for gas on the way home,” Elsie smiled before leading the way out of the shop.

‘Just ask her to hang out. That’s all you have to do,’ Jeongin reminded himself as he walked onto campus alone, ‘Ask her to do something like go to the mall or grab lunch today. Something that can’t be skewed as a date. Something that won’t freak her out or come off too strong. Yeah, easy.’

Except it wasn’t easy because his heart was going a million miles a minute and his hands were shaking so badly that he had to hold onto the straps of his backpack that were resting on his shoulders.

Jeongin spotted you at the same time you saw him. Your eyes widened and you turned to run toward him, calling to your friends that you’d catch up with them later. Jeongin hadn’t been seen or heard from the last few days so you were excited to see him again.

Jeongin wasn’t necessarily someone you were super close with, but you always thought he was a sweet guy. Whenever you had to do projects in the class you had together, he was your first pick for your partner. He may have been a little troubled -- more so in high school when he ran away that one time -- but he was still nice. Maybe he was just misunderstood. Either way, you found yourself oddly having a soft spot for Jeongin.

“Jeongin!” you grinned when you got closer. You started to slow your run as you got closer, stopping in front of him and squinting against the sun to look at him. “Dude, where-- Oh damn, what happened to your cheek?”

He put a hand lightly where the bruise on his face was. He got it from the hunters and forgot in his nervous state that it was even there.

“Oh, uh, I walked into a wall,” he lied.

‘You sound like a fucking idiot,’ he told himself.

But, thankfully, you giggled, “I’ve been there. Where’ve you been the last few days? I asked your friends but they said they had no idea.”

His eyes widened slightly, “Y-you...asked about me?”

“Yeah, I was worried,” you shrugged. “I mean, I know you used to skip out on class a lot before but you had a pretty good streak going.”

The way you said it was like you were encouraging him; like you were telling him he was doing a good job. It made his heart flutter and his face warm.

“O-oh, yeah, u-um...” he stammered. “I went to visit a f-friend out of town for a few days...”

“I have all the notes and lessons if you want them,” you offered. Then you tried as confidently and as casually as possible to say, “Maybe we could go get dinner and I can help you?”

Jeongin’s eyes widened to the size of golf balls. He felt like his breath was caught in his throat.

You’d been looking for a reason to ask Jeongin to hang out after class, and this was perfect. Were you nervous? Yes. But you’d had a little crush on him for a while and why not try? Especially after you thought he was missing again. You had to take the chance.

‘Say something, you idiot!’ Jeongin reminded himself after just staring with his mouth hung open like a moron.

“U-u-uh, y-yeah!” he finally stuttered, face redder than a tomato. “Yeah, th-that would be c-cool.”

“Cool,” you grinned. “Is tomorrow night okay?”

“Y-yes!”

“Awesome. I’ll catch ya then,” you nodded before turning to go to class. “Bye, Jeonginnie!”

He watched you go, his face burning. He didn’t move or breath or even think for that matter. He’d basically short-circuited.

“Yo, Jeongin!”

The familiar voice of one of his brothers pulled him away from his internal meltdown. He turned to see Felix and Sam, holding hands as Felix walked her to class.

Seeing the bright red color of the youngest’s face, Felix cocked his head to the side, “You good?”

Numbly, Jeongin nodded, “Y-yeah.”

‘Now what?’ he asked himself.

Because it was then, watching his brother and his mate walk away while their hands swung between them, that he realized he had to actually, y’know, go on this date -- or whatever it was -- with you, and he wasn’t sure how to do that. Jeongin had never even hung out with a girl alone who wasn’t one of his pack sisters!

But he had seven brothers who clearly had experience. One of them should be able to help -- well, maybe not Minho right now...or Hyunjin... But maybe one of the mates could even tell him what to do, too.

For now, Jeongin had to get to class.

The first place he stopped was Felix and Seungmin’s apartment. Since they lived on campus, it was closer. He figured maybe at least Felix would have good advice considering him and Sam were doing pretty well. But when he knocked on the door, it was just Seungmin who was home.

“Felix is working,” Seungmin replied when Jeongin wondered where he was.

“Well...can I ask you for a favor?”

Seungmin sighed, “Not really. I’m kinda busy.”

“It’ll be really quick.”

“I have to go talk to Minho for Elsie, so I don’t really have time for this. Sorry, maybe ask like...Jisung or something.”

With that, Seungmin closed the door in Jeongin’s face. But the younger boy decided to take the advice, so he went to Jisung’s dorm across campus. Jisung’s roommate was some guy he was randomly assigned, so Jeongin wasn’t even really sure who it was who answered the door.

Jisung moved his roommate out of the way before saying quickly, “He’s cramming for his math test tomorrow. He doesn’t want any distractions.”

“Do you wanna go grab an early dinner or something, then?” he offered.

The older boy shook his head, “Can’t, I’m on tutoring duty before I have to--”

“Jisung!” his roommate barked.

“Sorry, Jeongin!” Jisung gave him an apologetic look before closing the door.

He tried going to Chan’s apartment next, even though he already knew what would happen. Him and Changbin all but ignored Jeongin’s existence because Minho was depressed and couldn’t decide what to do about Ryujin. He tried texting Hyunjin to see where he was staying, but he got no reply. He tried calling but it went to voicemail.

His brothers were no help, and according to all of them, their mates were busy, too. Jeongin had nobody to help him and he was supposed to be seeing you tomorrow night. What the hell was he supposed to do?

‘There is...one person...’ he reminded himself. But he quickly shook the thought away, ‘No, I can’t go to her. That’s stupid. She’ll think I wanna be friends or something. ...But desperate times...’

Jeongin sighed as he got off the steps that led to the apartment building he’d just left, walking to the nearest bus stop.

From _____: How does getting some ramen sound? I know a place not too far from campus :)

To _____: That sounds great! Did you want to meet there or meet on campus?

“Can you relax? Your hands are shaking so bad you can hardly type.”

Despite the spike in his heartrate when he read your text, Jeongin looked up from his phone to glare at Elsie.

Unfortunately, Elsie was his only hope for any sort of advice on what to do next. He was panicking and knew he would never survive this hangout without making an absolutely idiot of himself. But now he was starting to wonder if that would be worse than putting up with Elsie.

Elsie grinned as his glare, “You can’t get mad at me, I’m the only one who listens to you.”

“Yeah, for whatever reason...” Jeongin muttered. He dropped his guys and continued, “Th-thanks, by the way...”

“Yeah, don’t mention it,” she nodded, patting his shoulder. “Seriously, though. Don’t.”

From _____: We can meet up by our building! 6 sound good?

“I don’t even know what to do,” Jeongin stared at your text hopelessly. “What do I say to her? How do people keep conversations going without it getting awkward and boring?”

“Uh, I’ll let you know when I figure that out,” she snorted. “Hey, if you get into an awkward silence, you can always shift in the middle of the restaurant. That’ll really spice things up.”

Jeongin huffed, rolling his eyes, “Can you be serious, please?”

She shrugged, “I can only find it in me to help you so much.”

“Why are you helping me? You’re the only one who will even listen to me for two minutes.”

“Honestly, kid...it’s kinda sad. You’re like a desperate little lost puppy. Kinda tugs at my heart strings.”

“As if you wouldn’t kill me if your sister didn’t have the hots for my brother,” he scoffed.

Elsie laughed softly and nodded, “Yeah.”

“Nah,” a tired, quiet voice spoke up, entering the kitchen. Ryujin was wearing the exact same thing Jeongin had seen her in the day before -- the same thing she’d been wearing since Elsie brought her to her apartment. She walked by the pair to the cupboard to get a glass. “She’s getting a soft spot for you.”

Elsie looked enraged while Jeongin looked surprised.

“I am fucking not!” Elsie insisted as Jeongin asked, “Seriously?”

Ryujin turned to look at her sister, “It happens. You realize they’re not as bad as you were raised to believe. Doesn’t help that you’ve been looking after him for the last two days and letting him trauma dump on you.”

“Yes, I pity him,” the older girl clarified.

“Trust me, no you don’t,” Ryujin promised before turning back to the fridge. She opened it and grabbed the juice, pouring it into her glass.

“You can’t live off of juice forever,” Elsie mumbled, changing the subject.

“I’m still alive, aren’t I?” the younger sister deadpanned.

“Only because I have to fight you to jam food down your gullet!”

It was actually sad for Jeongin to see Ryujin like this. Yes, he had every right to be upset with her and hold his and his pack’s almost-deaths against her, but she used to be so bubbly and warm. Now she never smiled, her eyes were dark and didn’t sparkle anymore, and her aura was so...dark. She was a completely different person than the girl him and the pack had become so fond of. He had started to see her like he saw the rest of the mates: like a sister. So the fact she was like this now still made part of his heart hurt.

After putting the juice back in the fridge, Ryujin turned to look at Jeongin, “You want advice for _____? Don’t lie to her. Come clean the first chance you get. Don’t ever pretend to be anything but who you are.”

Jeongin just stared back, a hint of sadness in his eyes as he saw hers fill with tears. After a beat of silence, she left the kitchen, sniffling.

Elsie and Jeongin just stared at whatever, not knowing what to say next. But finally, Jeongin broke the silence.

“Elsie?”

“Yeah.”

“What do you think will happen? Between her and Minho, I mean.”

She sighed, “That’s up to him at this point. Your guess is better than mine.”

“What do you hope happens?” he asked instead, turning his head to look at her.

Elsie paused, biting her lip and thinking it over before replying slowly, “Despite how I feel toward werewolves...for her sake...I hope he comes around. I’ll...deal with it, I guess.”

There was another beat of silence before Jeongin said again, “Elsie?”

“Yeah.”

“I think you’re pretty cool,” he admitted sheepishly, “and...I really appreciate that you listen to me. You don’t treat me like a child. Thank you.”

Elsie smirked to herself and nodded before lifting her head to meet Jeongin’s, “Yeah, whatever, kid. Just don’t go telling anyone that I ‘have a soft spot for you’ or you’ll wind up like Minhyuk.”

“Who’s Minhyuk?”

“Exactly.”

“Just be yourself, don’t overthink it, and if all else fails, crawl out the bathroom window,” Elsie told Jeongin as she drove him to campus where he’d be meeting up with you. “I’ll come pick you up.”

“That last one doesn’t make me feel any better,” Jeongin admitted, rubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans. “Actually, it makes me wanna throw up.”

“Relax, it’s a joke, kid,” she chuckled. “It’s not gonna go that badly. Worst case scenario, you make a bad joke that doesn’t land or there’s a few awkward silences here and there. But that girl of yours seems too nice to like, walk out on you or something.”

“Sh-she’s not...my girl,” he mumbled, his heart skipping a beat just at the thought of it.

“God, you’d really think you’re just some pup newly in love,” she scoffed. “I’ve never seen a werewolf this lovesick from the pull.”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, his cheeks already heating up.

Elsie dropped him off in the parking lot closest to the building he was meeting you at. As far as his pack was concerned, they didn’t even know this date was happening. The only person who knew was Elsie, who never even mentioned it to Seungmin like she promised. Was she actually getting soft for the pup? She would never say. But either way, Jeongin appreciated that she somehow became the only person he could rely on. She promised to pick him back up in the same spot at 9, or any other time he updated her with. If needed, she’d go to the restaurant to get him, too.

After wishing him luck, Jeongin walked toward the building to see you were already waiting there with your purse slung over your shoulder, and your notebook held to your chest. He kinda forgot you were supposed to be helping him with the work he missed the last few days...

“Hi!” you chirped when you saw him.

“You weren’t waiting long, were you?” he asked as you jogged over to greet him.

“Oh, no!” you quickly reassured him. “Only a few minutes. But there’s a bus in 15 minutes that goes to the ramen shop I was telling you about.”

“Yeah, let’s go. Do you want me to carry that?”

“That’s okay, it’s just a notebook. It’s not--”

Jeongin held a hand out for it anyway. You handed it to him, trying to act totally casual even though butterflies erupted in your stomach. Why was he so cute all the time?

“Let’s go,” he smiled softly, turning to lead the way.

You weren’t really sure what to say, so you rambled about everything he missed. Jeongin didn’t know what to say either, so he let you ramble. He liked hearing you talk, anyway. And you seemed so interested in what you were saying, so he found it endearing. Little did he know you were just as nervous as he was.

Except he could hear the rapid beating of your heart. He chalked it up to you just being nervous in general, but he couldn’t help but think, ‘what if?’.

On the bus, you asked him about his trip to see his friend. He told you a little bit about Elsie and how she had a “thing” with Seungmin, but they were really...rocky.

“Do they argue a lot?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“Um...more like bickering,” he said. “She kinda acts like she hates him, and he pushes her buttons, but...you can tell they like each other. I don’t know, old people are weird.”

That made you laugh, and Jeongin found his cheeks heating up once again as he smiled to himself.

The two of you sat at a counter together once you got to the ramen shop. You ate and studied, you tutoring Jeongin on what he missed. You were leaned in toward each other, knees practically touching since you were turned toward each other on your stools. You were so close you could smell his cologne and it made it difficult to focus. Your palms were clammy and your face felt incredibly hot -- maybe you could blame that last one on your food.

Meanwhile, Jeongin was too caught up in his own nerves to notice the patterns of how your heart raced a little faster when he got closer or smiled at you. He didn’t catch things that would’ve been blatantly obvious to any other werewolf. But it was okay because things were still going better than he could’ve expected. There were a few awkward-ish moments, but they were easily laughed off and made to feel way less embarrassing than they felt at first.

Between studying, the two of you began to learn little things about each other. Sure, you knew each other enough because of class and being partners, but the two of you never knew little things, like favorite colors or most embarrassing moments. In class and during projects, the two of you mostly talked about surface-level things like how Jeongin’s cat was doing that you saw when you went to his house to work on a project, or talking crap about the kid that sat behind you guys who smelled like onions and cinnamon all the time. Something about you two hanging out this time felt...different. And while maybe you did want it to be a date, you never specified that. And what Jeongin wanted it to be one, you never said it was so he didn’t think it was.

But...it kinda felt like one.

“Okay, sorry, I was rambling again,” you laughed softly as you tried to get back on track from rambling about some family vacation you went on.

“No, no, don’t worry about it,” Jeongin chuckled. “I liked the story. Though, I’ll never look at you the same knowing a dolphin stole your swim bottoms.”

“Yeah, you better watch out,” you giggled, “he can get very jealous.”

“Why would he need to be jealous?” Jeongin smirked.

Your eyes widened, and your cheeks had never felt so warm all night.

“U-uh, I didn’t mean-- I j-just--”

But then Jeongin was worried he made you uncomfortable, so his eyes went wide and his face began turning red, “Oh, I-I was just joking! I w-wasn’t--”

“N-no, I didn’t think it was weird or anything! I j-just--”

“No, you don’t have to explain, I-I’m sor--”

“No! Jeongin, I--”

“I’m s--”

“Jeongin?”

The awkward stammering finally came to a stop. Jeongin just stared at you with doe-eyes, waiting for you to keep talking.

“Is this a date?” you blurted, wanting to just take a chance and be straightforward.

He looked taken off-guard and you considered trying to take the question back, but instead he said, “I-isnt that up to you? S-since you asked...m-me?”

“I guess...” you trailed off, unsure what to say next. Were you supposed to confess to him now? Tell him you wanted it to be a date? Or was that weird? Did he even like you back?

“I-I--” Jeongin began to speak up and you gave him your full attention, which made him pause for a moment and rethink speaking from his heart, but he took a deep breath and pushed himself to do it. “I wouldn’t...mind if it was a date.”

“W-wouldn’t mind?” you repeated.

His face flushed a deep red and he mumbled as he looked down at his hands on the counter, “I’d...r-really like if it was, actually...”

He heard the way your heart raced at his confession and it managed to put him a little more at ease.

“R-really?” you asked.

“Y-yeah.”

You nodded, trying -- but failing horribly -- to not grin ear-to ear. Jeongin looked up at you to see you trying so desperately to not smile like an idiot, and all it did was make him smile too.

“So it’s a date,” you giggled, trying to not squeal, either.

He nodded, “Y-yeah. A date.”

And while Jeongin was on cloud 9 with you for a moment, his heart suddenly fell into his butt.

Elsie made it seem like Jeongin had time to make better friends with you and then start to come clean, but now he had skipped several steps. So was he supposed to jump right in and tell you now? Or was he supposed to try to avoid the topic for a while as to not come off as a liar? But when he finally came clean down the road, how would he not come off as a liar? This was a big secret that you had to know. If he hid it from you, he was a liar nonetheless!

The thought weighed down on him as much as he didn’t want it to. He tried to carry on as normal, but you could tell something was off about him now. However, to avoid another awkward moment like the stuttering incident, you decided to wait until you were back on campus. You were nervous your excitement scared him.

The bus ride back wasn’t awkward, at least. It was quiet, but it was getting late and both of you were tired.

Once off the bus and you began walking back, you finally decided to ask what was going on.

“Are you okay, Jeongin?” you asked when it felt like he was about to say goodnight and leave.

He sighed and stared down at the grass, “Um...actually...._____, I...r-really like you.”

Your heart fluttered at the confession, “I-I like you too, Jeongin.”

“So...if I want to make this work, I need to be honest with you...” he lifted his head, and he looked scared. “I have to tell you something.”

Chan was frantic. How could Jeongin be gone again? He hadn’t seen or heard from him since the day before when he’d shown up at the apartment, but Jeongin didn’t say much before leaving. Him and the pack had been trying to get ahold of him but he wasn’t answering his phone, so they decided to go looking for him instead.

Chan drove with Hyunjin in the passenger seat, and Seungmin and Jisung in the back. They were trying to find any clue as to where he went, and his parents said they hadn’t seen him since he left for school. So they went to campus to try and follow his scent from there.

“Wait,” Seungmin suddenly spoke up as they drove to campus. Chan slammed on the breaks and him and Hyunjin turned around to face him. Seungmin’s eyebrows furrowed as he said, “Elsie’s nearby.”

“Elsie?” Hyunjin repeated. Then he scoffed and turned back around, sinking into his seat, “Does that mean traitor’s around, too?”

“That’s not the point,” Seungmin sighed. “I don’t know why Elsie would be around here.”

“Unless she has something to do with Jeongin,” Chan suggested.

“Maybe she’s kidnapping him!” Jisung gasped.

Seungmin rolled his eyes, “I doubt it.”

“Where is she?” Chan asked.

“Keep going toward the school,” he told him.

And sure enough, driving around campus and following Seungmin’s instincts led them to Elsie’s car parked in one of the empty lots. Elsie looked up when she saw the headlights, and groaned when she realized who it was.

Chan pulled up to her window, their cars facing opposite directions. He rolled his window down, so she reluctantly rolled hers down.

“Reason you’re hours away from home?” he wondered, his tone unreadable. She couldn’t tell if he was pissed or if he was trying to be nice.

“Um, I’m older than you and have a license and a car,” she grinned. “What’s it to ya?”

The back window rolled down, and Seungmin leaned over Jisung, “Do you know where Jeongin is?”

“Hm, shouldn’t his pack know where he is?” she asked sarcastically. “Or were you guys ignoring him again?”

“We don’t ignore him!” Hyunjin called.

“Yeah, that’s why you guys knew exactly where he was a few nights ago,” she nodded. “Oh wait, that was me. And it was me who made sure he was safe and brought him home. Maybe I should be getting a ‘thank you’ instead of the attitude.”

“Elsie, we’re serious,” Chan sighed.

“So am I,” she stated.

“If you don’t tell us where he is, I’ll get out of this car an--”

“Relax, dog,” she interrupted Hyunjin’s threat, nodding her head in the direction behind them. “He’s right there.”

The four turned their heads to see him walking with you.

“Were you waiting for him?” Jisung wondered.

“Is he with _____?” Chan asked.

You nodded and clicked your tongue, “Yeah, kid had a date tonight. You would’ve known that if you, y’know, talked to him. Instead I’m stuck playing pack mom because somebody’s unavailable.”

Chan just looked back at her and shot her a look before turning back to Jeongin.

They couldn’t quite hear what was being said, but they saw Jeongin backing up while you continued to stand there and stare at him.

“What’s he doing?” Hyunjin mumbled.

And then they saw him shift.

Jisung gasped, covering his mouth with his hands as he watched from the rear window. Chan was out of the car in seconds with Hyunjin, ready to run over there.

“Hold up!” Elsie got out of her car and went to stop them, grabbing Chan by the arm since he was closest.

Thankfully, Seungmin caught Hyunjin before he could even get a few yards away from the car.

“Let the kid do his thing,” she prompted.

“What?!” Hyunjin demanded.

“He knows what he’s doing,” she told him harshly. “Does it look like he’s going to hurt her?”

The boys looked back at the scene. You had stumbled backwards even farther with the initial shock, and you had continued to keep your distance. But as the pack watched, they saw you take a few hesitant steps forward. And then you closed the distance, standing right in front of Jeongin and reaching a hand out to his muzzle.

“See?” Elsie smirked.

Hyunjin scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Whatever, you were right. Big deal.”

Chan sighed, becoming visibly less anxious, “Alright, well...at least everyone’s okay.”

“And?” Elsie pressed.

Chan sighed again, but this one was more tired than relieved, as he turned to face the hunter, “Thank you, Elsie.”

She grinned smugly, “Yeah, you remember that I did this for you the next time you dogs wanna talk shit.”

“Your sister still almost got us killed,” Hyujin spat. “We’re not even.”

Their bickering was cut short by the werewolf trotting over to them. Jisung had gone into the trunk to get the spare clothes they kept back there, tossing a pair of sweatpants to Hyunjin while Jeongin shifted back. Then Hyunjin passed them to the youngest.

“So how’d it go?” Elsie asked.

Jeongin looked at her, then looked at his four brothers. He wasn’t sure what they were doing there, but his confusion was overtaken by the sheer joy and giddiness he felt, a bright smile taking over his face as he began to pull the sweats on.

“She said I’m cute,” he giggled.

“Did you tell her she’s the love of your life?” Hyunjin teased.

Jeongin looked at him, raising an eyebrow, “Did you?”

Elsie chuckled at the comeback -- along with the pack -- and Hyunjin turned to glare at her, “He’s been hanging out with you too much.”

“So does that mean we’ve got a second date?” Chan asked with a smile.

“She said she’d text me since the conversation was pretty one-sided,” Jeongin explained. “But it went well. She was kinda surprised, but then she got this big smile on her face and she said it was cool.”

“Well, at least you haven’t done the worst out of all of us,” Seungmin said, clapping his brother on the back. “Good job, Jeonginnie.”

Jeongin felt proud of himself for managing to not completely fuck things up, but his eyes flickered over to the werewolf hunter. He opened his mouth, but Elsie spoke up first.

“See ya ‘round, kid,” she smiled slightly with a nod of her head, getting back into her car and driving away.

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philipjohnclapp · 1 year

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Could you write a Spike Jonze fic? Not a x-reader. I would love a fic of him jerking off somewhere. Intense and aggressive. Maybe with someone in the room without them knowing. Or even onto someone of your choice. I love your writing btw. It's good to see less x-readers

Car Jacking

Featuring Spike Jonze, nsfw, smut, and a good time.

Word Count: 1775

A/N: Okay, so, I haven’t written in a longgg while, cut me some slack. I put some effort in and I kinda sorta rushed the end! My bad! But I hope y’all enjoy some Spike, I swear there’s no fanfiction of him. This won’t be the last!!

He liked sex, well everyone liked sex. Unlike his peers he wasn’t fucking every groupie he met, or really at all. Guess he was the only one with complete sense. Though, if anyone else had the opportunity to fuck hot shit babes who don’t care about size just your title, they’d take it in a heartbeat. He wasn’t the star or anything. Just a director, producer. Whatever the fuck you’d wanna call it. His job consists of watching everyone ruin his shit, have sex with everything that walks, being a personal driver, drug testing everyone, covering up their mistakes so Jeff isn’t ripping em a new one. The list goes on, it always does.

He can’t catch a break, and that’s that. Groupies though, they don’t really give what he is, all they know is he’s in the beginning credits for Jackass, yet he wasn’t as significant as Tremaine, but he really didn’t care for all that glory. He was less significant, and outside of filming he could just be a shadow, cause he really didn’t stick out like a sore thumb. Pretty average otherwise, but average wasn’t trying to coax Steve-O to shove a car up his ass. Or getting Bam to hold a snake for .5 seconds, just hold one! A damn garden snake.

And he’d just get a fuck you, and maybe when he’s sleeping they’d dump a huge jug of horse semen on him as payback. For doing his job, so, yeah. Maybe he was a bit pissed off, and maybe he shouldn’t bother, but it was his job. His job to fucking find areas to film, and deny groupies who slither around his arm at the end of the night at the bar. And he’d be sober, cause he’s the designated driver.

He’s not Tremaine. Tremaine doesn’t have to spend four hours begging Bam to hold a snake, Bam just does it. He also doesn’t have to wake up at four am to get Steve-O cause the fucker is stranded somewhere. Tremaine also has sex with groupies, and if he doesn’t? He has a wife. Tremaine also makes more money than him, not that Spike really cared. He wasn’t ever in this for the money, and as more and more time goes on he wonders what he’s truly in all of this for.

Maybe he wanted groupie sex.

There was two issues right about now, one being he was working. In a damn car, and for once he wasn’t the one behind the wheel, but what was worse is he was stuck in the back. At least when he’s driving he’s left alone for the most part, but now he’s stuck in the third row, wedged between Knoxville and Pontius. And he wasn’t sure how he ever got in that situation. Guess it was his fault he didn’t wanna drive for once, or couldn’t. He didn’t know why he couldn’t, could be the throbbing cut going down from the web of his middle finger down to palm. Or maybe because it’s been 48 hours without sleeping. He hasn’t slept well all week, but right now he was so mentally exhausted that he just might explode. Maybe thats why he was let loose from driving.

Dunn, or maybe it was Weeman who said he’d rather have a dog drive than Spike right about now. And if he could recall he might’ve even laughed about it. Muttering how good of a joke it was with a very agitated look on his face. He might’ve been cooler any other time, but he was absolutely exhausted. Taking a break. Cause remember?Spike wasn’t gonna drive today. instead he was wedged between two dead asleep assholes, both seemingly had a bad snoring problem.

He wondered if they knew that.

Oh! But a charmer, a doll like Johnny Knoxville could never snore. He’d bat his lashes maybe, or look at Spike deadpanned thinking he’s joking, and Spike would say sure. Chris would laugh, and giggle. Cause it’s funny. The whole world could die and Chris could find something funny outta that, that’s admirable. Something Spike was really starting to consider he lacked.

Perhaps one day he’d be unironically funny, or have a charm that even works on guys. Even if it meant he had a two incher, people other than groupies would still like it. Who knows, but instead he’d be thinking about having sex with one, maybe that would fix whatever crunch he’s stuck in. Instead of another beer. Did he mention he wasn’t much a fan of beer?

He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to sit and think about having a groupie, because the more he thought, the more worked up he felt and shifted around between Knoxville and Chris. Fucking Chris kept sleep kicking him, and had one arm wrapped around him like he was some chick ‘cause Chris was a weirdo, and Chris was a cuddler. Knoxville was just about in that exact same situation too. He had no room to himself. Part of him wished he was driving instead, listening to some old country music or something, cause even when Knoxville's sleeping he has to be in control of the music. He’s the star, and once again; Spike Jones is not, and that’s okay. He didn’t wanna fuck groupies and be worth zillions anyways. He had a hand, and that should be enough. Who cares if Chris is trying to cuddle him; and Knoxville could very well be drooling on his shoulder. It didn’t matter. Not right now anyways with his head so cloudy.

Somehow with that stick lodged up his ass he found a way, or that way sorta found him. In this moment he decided fuck it all, fuck the groupies, the car, and everything else for that matter. He was stressed, agitated, and pent the fuck up.

So, he ignored the dudes pressed against his sides and he tried to sit up straight. Once he somehow managed through that he went fidgeting with his belt. Should’ve worn some sweats, but instead he was rocking dress pants. Not very comfortable.

Agitated with his belt after some trial and error he pulled it through the loops and yanked down his fly, which arguably was tough to do. It got stuck halfway down, but he prevailed. Letting out a sigh of relief as he was only a few steps closer. Somehow managing not to wake a soul, and everyone else? They weren’t paying attention. Probably all knocked out up front. Still, he knew he had to be quick, so he continued on.

Not like right now he cared all that much about getting caught, but the thrill of actually doing so made him slow down his movements. He didn’t have that much patience though, shoving his hand straight into his slacks as he groped himself fully through his boxers, before fishing his dick out through his boxers fly. He was about average, he didn’t really know his size. Good enough though, and certainly bigger than Steve-O. Though he wasn’t staring at his dick or nothing, and no he wasn’t comparing dick sizes either. Half the world was bigger than Steve-O.

Still, he didn’t wanna think about Steve-O jerking off. That was like a boner killer, and he didn’t even have one yet! Somehow he managed to wrap his hand around his length, and he was unbearably dry. Cringing with the friction of his hand meeting his dick. Fucking sucked, but once again he prevailed. His anger would carry him through this.

Going back to thinking about what turned him on he thought of brown haired chicks, totally his type, chicks with lipstick. After sucking him off and getting it all smeared all over their face, big teary eyes, and moaning his name, and boy was it working. As he thought he slowly started to pump his length. Still, he was all tense with anxiety of getting caught.

Thinking deeper about this so-called brown haired girl he imagined her nude, and started to quicken his pace, stopping briefly as he rubbed his thumb against his beading tip. Breathing hitching, and squeezing his eyes shut. And then he thought of Tremaine and what it be like to fuck him, or right about now. He imagined Tremaine sitting next to him and Tremaine’s hand wrapped around his hard on instead.

Tremaine whispering dirty things into his ears, edging him on, and Spike glancing into his pretty blue eyes. Ones he could get lost in, an ocean that could swallow him whole, and that was enough for his pace to get faster.

Spike then heard some shuffling in the row of seats in front of him, Dunn asking Bam for some warm beer, and that spooked Spike, yet he couldn’t seem to care much as his strokes got rougher, eager. His stomach was coiling, yet Tremaine just wasn’t enough, not for him anyways.

He imagined instead, Tremaine getting down on his knees and sucking him off, keeping eye contact with him, and maybe even using a little teeth. That made him let out a low groan as he bucked his hips into his hand. He thought of his fingers intertwining with Jeff’s hair and tugging on it, and Jeff wouldn’t mind. He’d prevail and bob his head even faster. Like clockwork he moved his hand up and down if he could get even faster, using his glistening pre-cum as lube. Letting out a rather staggered moan.

And as he did Chris shuffled, his grip on him tightening, and he opened his eyes. Tightening his fist around his dick as he squeezed ever so lightly, before biting onto his bottom lip. It was almost enough to draw blood, and he might’ve. Aiming his dick at Knoxville's thighs as best as he could, giving himself one last farewell thrust as he climaxed, and he swore he might’ve even caught a glimpse of a few stars as he came. With the help of that imaginary Tremaine. His sweet release splattering onto Knoxville's rather pricey slacks. He almost let out a low laugh, his teeth releasing the grasp he had on his lip as he soon let go of his dick as well.

Once he did he looked at Knoxville's chest that rose and fell with each breath he took, and then went a little higher as he looked at his face. Spike's face went ghostly white, Knoxville's eyes wide open, even though he was wearing those too darkly tinted shades. Something about him he could just tell, he was awake. Well, shit.

Johnny Knoxville was staring straight at him, and then he opened his mouth.

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yiling-patriarch-kinnie · 2 years

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(Note that this is my OWN point if view on this topic and I'm not trying to start an argument on anything or start sth like the asses who started saying shit like: "XL is a groomer" and so on, I'm just trying to get my own POV out there.)

Can we just talk abt Shi Wudu for sec?

And not in a fun, fangirl/boy/enby obsessive way no no.

Like talk about this selfish controlling piece of shit for a second.

Shi Wudu's whole thing as we know it, is that he's the intimidating older brother of Shi Qingxuan who will protect him at all costs and kind of a really shitty water tyrant.

So the way I see it, is that even though he "loved" Shi Qingxuan (and no, I'm not using quotation marks because I think SWD doesn't love SQX, it's more complicated than that and I'll talk abt it later on) his main goal wasn't to /just/ protect SQX it was to CONTROL him.

For example, this type of behaviour where someone is trying to control someone else but is masquerading said behaviour as "caring" for the person presents itself in cases of shitty friends/relatives and mental health workers who instead of helping people who are struggling they put them in danger by:

Calling emergency numbers that are known to be abusive and/or involve the POLICE (which if you don't know, the police are shit at handling that stuff and SHOULDN'T be involved in it AT ALL)

Involuntary admission to a mental hospital/psychiatrist ward.

OR, threats of involuntary admission if the person doesn't "willingly" admit themselves in.

Those are definitely not all of the examples but enough of them to explain this common situation.

The main problem here is that people looking at similar situations from an outside perspective think it's "cute" that the person "cares" about the person that they're trying to control and going on saying "they'd better be safe than sorry" and "I'd wanna have someone help be safe in a similar situation" when they don't understand that the person is actually being quite abusive and manipulative.

Now, let's step away from SQX for a second and focus on how SWD treats other people.

One thing that I mentioned in the start is that he's basically the "Water Tyrant" which is a title he gained by basically making anyone who didn't pray for him have their ships sink which is obviously a horrible thing (SIDE NOTE: and guess what? When he does it, no one bats an eyes, when HX does it, society goes WOW (or they "boo" him I guess) ).

So we do know that he's definitely controlling and not a very good person, the only people he really gets along with are the two other members of the "Three Tumours" friend group they got going in which are Pei Ming and Ling Wen.

So basically, the other gods and even probably humans don't like him at all and think he's an ass (which is true, he is) and they see how much of a fucking tyrant he's being.

So how is it that they trust him not to try and hurt SQX?

Is it because they assume that since they're related by blood and grew up together that SWD couldn't have possibly ever been abusive? Do they not see how horrible of a person he is?

Like if you get any other shitty tyrant/dictator at least from another ficitonal show, let's say Kuvira.

Do you think she'd be a good mother or older sister? No, of course not.

We actually have proof that she wouldn't treat family well with how she just casted Bataar Jr. aside.

So it make sense, that a person who's by nature abusive and controlling, will also be harmful to their family and "loved ones".

Remember the scene from book five where SWD literally TIES up SQX to a bed and FORCES him to drink medicine against his will?

Or do you remember before that when SQX was losing his shit and SWD instead of trying to calm him down started dragging him against his will angrily to the carriage thingie or whatever the fuck they had that got them back to the heavens?

He didn't even realize how much of a disaster he caused and still claimed that he "won in the end".

You know why I think he said that?

Because it was never about protecting his little brother.

It was about controlling everyone and everything around him until he came on top as the "winner" who made others suffer at the expense of him only rising higher.

In conclusion, Shi Wudu is an abusive older brother and never truly cared about Shi Qingxuan. His "love" for his younger brother was not love, he just loved the idea of having someone to play the part of the "little helpless sibling" that he got to "protect".

#feel free to add what you want to this post #tgcf #tian guan ci fu #天官赐福 #hob #danmei #heaven official's blessing #shi qingxuan #shi wudu #wind master #water master #tgcf sqx #tgcf swd #swd #sqx

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godlizzza · 10 months

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middleaged danbert thought: this is silly but i feel like the only two things preventing herbert from adopting piper is 1. her mother and 2. his refusal to be attached to anyone and anything. daughter or not, both of them have such a weird, fucked up but sweet relationship and i wanna see more stuff about them

"What is this?" Herbert asked, eying the wrapped parcel Piper pushed into his hands.

She bounced on the balls of her feet, glancing away and fiddling with the hem of her purple sweater. Herbert just waited, knowing that she would eventually work through her nerves. Piper had been his apprentice for nearing on three years and Herbert disliked that he was learning to read her body language. It seemed at odds with everything he'd worked to accomplish in his life that he should be able to sense the mood of a nine-year-old girl.

Yet, there he was, standing in his kitchen, two glasses on the counter before him. One was filled with water, the other chocolate milk. Piper shrugged, her braids flopping over her shoulders with the motion.

"A present," she replied simply.

"If you're still trying to guess when my birthday is," Herbert said, unwrapping the package, "it's not today."

Piper scrunched her nose up with a frown. "It's not a birthday present, it's just a present."

Herbert merely grunted in response, then pulled the object free from the sparkly gold wrapping paper. It was a mug sloppily painted with large blobs of every colour imaginable. Written across it in black it read, World's Best Doctor. Herbert stared down at it in silence for a moment before looking up at Piper, who was watching him keenly.

"What's this for?" Herbert eventually asked.

"I told you already," Piper answered. "It's a present."

"For...what?"

"For just because! Miss Kelly said we should make something for someone important to us."

"And you didn't think to make something for one of your parents?"

Piper rolled her eyes. "I make them stuff all the time. They get presents on Mother's Day and Father's Day and a bunch of other days. I wanted to make something for you."

Herbert pursed his lips, looking from Piper staring shyly at her sneakers to the mug in his hand. Even now she still called him Dr. West, cradling his title as though it were the most wonderous thing in the world. The text on the ceramic mug winked like oil in the light of the overhead fluorescents. It caused something to flicker in Herbert's chest.

Something like fondness.

But not that.

Piper was his apprentice and nothing more. It didn't matter that she looked at him like he'd hung the moon. He couldn't afford to slip into sentimentality with the work they were doing.

He cleared his throat gruffly and placed the mug on the countertop with a clatter. "Yes, well." He searched for something else to say but could find nothing.

Piper blinked up at him. "Do you like it?" she asked, her small voice full of hope.

"It's very colourful," was all Herbert deigned to say, then he was turning from the kitchen and starting towards the basement. "Come on, we've been standing around for too long. There's work to do."

"Okay!" Piper chirped, skipping after him.

Later, Dan would find the mug sitting between the two half-full glasses on the island counter and he'd sigh.

#their dynamic is one i ponder often #piper growing up as the apprentice of a mad scientist. her dad's a zombie. she's a Weird Kid.#re-animator #my fics #the couple down the street #asks #writing prompt

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lake-cosay · 2 years

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jesse & lake songs

nobody asked but here's my list of jesslake songs, minus the ones i found from the fandom which i can make a separate list of if y'all want. i'm here to validate myself lol so these are all the ones i came up with on my own (some of em are specific to just lake or just jesse and some of them make absolutely no sense to anyone else but yknow)

lake songs

Renegade by Styx

the whole song is about being on the run from the cops and in fear for your life do i really need to say much more. plus its a banger. it's one of those songs i would definitely make an animatic for if i had the patience

My Silver Lining by First Aid Kit

first aid kit has been my comfort band, if you will, for years, and i've known this song for years, but recently i actually listened to the lyrics properly (auditory processing issues who) and was like holy shit this screams lake. it's about being stuck someplace you hate and wanting to break out. i was gonna point out some of the lyrics that really stick out to me but it's just. the WHOLE song. but if i had to pick my favorite for this context, it'd be the chorus:

"i hear a voice calling / calling out for me / these shackles i've made in an attempt to be free / be it for reason, be it for love / i won't take the easy road."

(and like. there's always a chance i'm massively mis interpretting the lyrics so,,, idk lol)

jesse songs

Empty Page by The Crane Wives

yknow how at some point basically everyone in our fandom realizes "omg the b2 title 'cracked reflection' applies to jesse too because he copies the people around him!!!" it's that but in a banger song

it's also a little depressing but let jesse be sad sometimes ppl he needs catharsis too

jesse & lake songs

Rebel Heart by First Aid Kit

this one is in this section cause it fits for both of them. like it could see the lyrics being from either of their perspectives. it's also another one where its basically just the WHOLE song that i feel fits but here's some highlights:

"you told me once i had a rebel heart / i don't know if that's true / but i believe you saw something in me that lives inside you too"

"i know you truly saw me / even if just for a while / maybe that's why it hurts now / to leave it all behind"

"i don't know what it is that makes me run / that makes me wanna shatter everything that i've done / why do i keep dreaming of you? / why do i keep dreaming of you? / is it all because of my rebel heart?"

this is another one i can picture an animatic for. curse you adhd

Wait for Me from Hadestown

(i personally like either the concept album version or the nytw/live version best for them)

listen. i'm never gonna be over the parallels between jesse and lake's story and orpheus and eurydice's (in hadestown specifically, lol). obviously the chorus is the part that really fits, but it just reminds me so much of the mall car, the wasteland, and so on, of all the shit that both jesse and lake go through to get back to each other and to get home. dont touch me im emotional again

Vanilla Twilight by Owl City

"please i just want u to hold me again" the song. also it's just nostalgic for me cause owl city my beloved. reminds me of AUs where jesse can't get back on the train and is just stuck missing lake, not knowing what to do and just generally Being Depressed Now

"the silence isn't so bad / till i look at my hands and feel sad / 'cause the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly"

"drenched in vanilla twilight / i'll sit on the front porch all night / waist deep in thought because when i think of you, i don't feel so alone"

Ribs by Lorde

this one is mostly just vibes. as far as the lyrics the most i can understand is "growing up sucks." i found the song through a connverse animatic and the connverse fandom got me into infinity train so i guess my brain connected them? but the vibes are so good.

"you're the only friend i need / sharing beds like little kids"

Little Soldiers by The Crane Wives

i almost forgot this one cause i forgot to put it on my playlist cause i hear it all the time on cd in my car. my GOD this is the most jesslake song out there i swear to god. i don't even know how to articulate it more than that. please just go listen to it

the "i swear that i loved you/i swear that you loved me" parts get to me man. holy shit.

#(spends 2 hours making one post)#ghost.text #infinity train #lake infinity train #jesse cosay #jesslake #btw the jesslake isnt necessarily romantic #if u know me u know i see them as queerplatonic

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Coming Out - (BFF) Pansy Parkinson X Female (Lesbian) Reader

Title: Coming Out

(BFF) Pansy Parkinson X Female (Lesbian) Reader

Additional Characters: Snape (Mentioned) and Draco (Mentioned)

Requested

WC: 531

Warnings: Nervousness, anxiety, coming out, brief mention of pranks, and worries of not being accepted

You fiddled with your sweater as you traveled through the dungeons to the Slytherin common room. It was just one of those days, and it had started off bad before breakfast. You'd been sitting in the Great Hall at breakfast when Professor Snape had called you into his office for a chat. He told you that he wanted to discuss your grades with you alone, so naturally, you assumed you were in trouble again. But after they'd sent you back to the table, word got around that you'd done well on your Potions exam and that you'd gotten an O in Defense Against the Dark Arts. You never thought that was going to happen.

But that didn't stop you from being nervous. For weeks now you've been gaining the courage to come out to your best friend Pansy. She's such a sweet, kind girl, but she is also very accepting of everyone no matter what their sexuality might be. And considering her reputation, you originally didn't think that she would. Unlike most Slytherin, you didn't care about blood or race, and you knew Pansy did. Yet, once you met her and got to know her; she was actually really nice.

Simple misunderstanding.

And that's how she became your best friend.

Once you entered and found Pansy, you opened your mouth to speak; but she beat you to it. "Oh! Y/N! There you are! Where have you been?" She asked, walking over to you.

Your eyes were comically wide, like a deer in headlights as you tried to stop fidgeting. "I need to tell you something." You said nervously.

Pansy smiled warmly and placed her hand on your shoulder. "Come sit down. I'm sure whatever it is, we can figure this out together!"

You nodded and sat next to Pansy at the table, and then looked up at her. "Um… So…" You stammered.

"Yes?" She prompted.

You gulped. "Well… Um… Um…" You glanced away from her and then turned back to look at her. "I'm a lesbian."

She blinked rapidly and furrowed her brow. "What?" She said in disbelief.

Pansy let out a deep breath and gave you a long stare. After a few moments, she spoke again. "Are you serious? Why haven't I known this about you until now?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. I guess because I still haven't told anyone else yet." You explained.

"Oh, well, that makes sense." Pansy smiled. "I'm glad you told me. Thank you. I am glad you trust me enough to tell me."

"Thank you too!" You smiled. "For accepting me."

Pansy nodded, placing a hand on your shoulder, "Of course! You're my best friend. It's what we do."

You smiled and nodded. "Yeah." You replied.

The two of you fell silent for a bit, not knowing what to say. Then, suddenly, Pansy spoke up again. "So, um… Well. What do you want to do now?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. You wanna find Draco and turn his hair blue?"

Pansy giggled softly. "That sounds fun! We should totally go with that!"

You nodded enthusiastically and then stood up. "Yeah, let's go!" You walked towards the door, and Pansy followed closely behind you.

#pansy parkinson #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #harry potter series #x reader #x female reader #lesbian #lgbtq+#pride #bff pansy parkinson x reader #fluff #cute #slight angst #gay #requested #request #requests are open

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catcatb0y · 2 years

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Since I somehow haven't seen any leaks this week, despite being flooded with them the past fortnight, I'm gonna say it: I don't want Midoriya to show up to Bakugou's fight.

I say this as a wholehearted BakuDeku, completely invested in their development and relationship (platonic or romantic), I don't want Midoriya to show up. At least not now, not yet.

This is BAKUGOU'S moment to show off HIS Heroism. The Heroism that inspired Midoriya, the Heroism that was inspired by Midoriya.

We all hated the series shoving Uraraka (and many, many other female characters of Shounen's past) into the Generic Love Interest Box, watering down their character and reducing them to just their connection to the main character- why are we so desperate for it now?? Because it's Gay?

'Antis are apparently accusing us of not liking/watering down Bakugou's character to make him saved by Midoriya' I don't wanna be that guy, but... ya kinda are...

Everyone thus far has gotten their moment to shine, has gotten their fears and faiths tested- why is Bakugou any different?

Honestly, I'm genuinely surprised that I haven't seen any anti takes about how Shigaraki was using Bakugou's weakness (being compared to Midoriya) against him ((I.e. that he didn't actually mean what he said- which would be an obvious load of BS, because why else would Shigaraki care about fighting Bakugou of all Heroes))

Anyways, I had like... Way Less Bitchy ways of saying this, but I vented to myself too many times, so I forgot the exact wording I had, but this fight (or this previous fight, I guess? Because I only ever hear anything about leaks when Bakugou is suffering*) this is Bakugou's fight.

He's not JUST Midoriya's weakness, he's not JUST the person closest to Midoriya. The fact that "It's great for Bakugou to be told that he only has worth because of his closeness to Midoriya" is a take that I had to read with my own eyes (and a take that people agreed with enough to have it reach my dash) ☠️

Bakugou has literally been comparing himself to Midoriya since day one- so have his peers to a slightly lesser extent- yes, it's a win to have the protagonist's [closest person] be of the same gender, but Bakugou is his own character.

He and Todoroki are both facing their season one fears- 'being nothing more than (someone else)'s shadow'- and while I love Midoriya, especially feral!Midoriya, he genuinely does not have a place in this fight.

Yes, BakuDekus know Bakugou (and Midoriya) better than anyone else, but also??? Y'all drop that title every time leaks come out I swear. How many times have you guys dropped random death flags on this kid?? The Time Travel Theory?

Shigaraki specifically called out Bakugou's fears and y'all went: let's make those fears come true.

Lmao, y'all...

Even taking into account "All of us really want them to fight side by side Heroes Rising style!" yes, maybe (putting aside the fact that people only see what you actually put out there, and despite all of the leaks shoved in my face, I haven't actually seen anyone make predictions or talk about them fighting side by side- just 'Please (Midoriya) go help Bakugou'):

- It also doesn't fit in line with the theme! The theme is 'control your heart' and 'don't go playing Hero on your own'- neither of which are in line with Midoriya going feral again. It also really doesn't do anything to open up WHY he's so attached to Bakugou, WHY "there is no wall too high to climb," and no one ever gets the chance to point out how there is a distinct difference between Midoriya saving (everyone else) and Midoriya saving (his Kacchan).

- It didn't work last time. Even before the War Arc, the only reason that it worked was because someone else stepped in, but specifically during the War Arc it made things worse. It would make no sense for it to work this time.

- Genuinely cannot comment enough on how "you only have worth because of someone else" sucks to hear ESPECIALLY to someone as insecure as Bakugou, and saying that what the series needs is for Midoriya to step in is like... so you want to prove the villain right? I love Midoriya, but watering Bakugou's character down like that is almost genuinely insulting to him and everything he has been through.

- Victimizing Bakugou (yet again) doesn't add anything. He KNOWS that he's weak, he's BEEN there before. The kid has faced his weakness time and time again, but the difference now is that he has people who will stand up and stand with him. He didn't work with anyone in the crowd. He didn't work with his fellow students. He didn't work with Midoriya or the Pros. Bakugou standing alone is what has gotten him in trouble time and time again- and yeah most of that sn't even his fault, but this is huge for him.

- It's also! Huge for Hero Society. From the kid that suffered at the negligence of Heroes (many, many times, but most notably episode one where the Heroes on scene watched a kid nearly die because they never even considered working together) to a Hero leading a team that will cover his back and each other's gaps.

- If anything, it would make more sense for Bakugou 'winning over saving' to reach out a hand to Midoriya 'saving over winning'. With how thematically tied they are, it's likely that, should they fight together (they will eventually- not now hopefully, but the series isn't over yet), Midoriya should prioritize winning and Bakugou, saving (to fully complete their narrative parallels).

Saving has always come natural to Midoriya, and, while there is obviously something different about how that applies to Bakugou, that is something that Midoriya needs to admit himself. He needs to control his heart and to stop going out on his own. Him playing Hero alone again goes against that. It's unfair to Bakugou, but it's also making light of Midoriya's character and ignoring all of the genuine consequences he has faced because of his recklessness.

They're gonna get a moment, but this is not it.

Also, I get it, guys. Kacchan the Heroine is a huge thing coming from the og voice actors, but... Can we not try to force queer ships into heteronormative stereotypes? Especially not one that has been so blanantly awful to the characters in it before?

Like, it's weird to push them into a stereotypical m/f role (even if it is just excitement), but it also ignores just how double sided and reciprocated BakuDeku is.

If Bakugou is Midoriya's heroine, then Midoriya is Bakugou's.

Bakugou inspired Midoriya who inspired Bakugou.

The thing about their relationship is how equal it is- they have both grown so much because of each other. Midoriya's power and Bakugou's heart.

Neither sun nor moon, they are yin and yang; they're the weakness within strength and the strength within weakness. They're winning by saving and saving by winning.

#just venting #mostly #bnha manga spoilers #also sorry the 'Heroine Kacchan' joke bothers the everloving shit out of me #that paired with (Bakugou getting a moment to show off his badass side) and (the entire BekDek fandom calling for Midoriya)#it's a little annoying #I'm a Bakugou fan before anything else #and of course I love them to death but I want good characters before I want their canonization #I hope for an SPOP kinda ending (the fate of the world hinges on the fact that I love you) and a Heroes Rising fight #but I want them to be equals #not to be a bitch about all this #or tell anyone how to enjoy fandom #I've just been getting stuck on this at work #and it finally hit me why I don't actually like the 'Midoriya saves Bakugou again' trope #especially not where they are in the manga right now #let Bakugou fight his own battles #the guy who kidnapped him and took away his idol (in a way that he blamed himself for) is now calling him worthless #it's Bakugou's turn to bite at Shigaraki #I got wholeheartedly into this side of the fandom because you guys were some of the only people who understood Bakugou #and this sounds manipulative probably but please don't let that change now #he has come so far- give him this win #he's not a damsel he's a Hero #also we all hated it when it was Ura- stop trying to push her role onto someone else because she's standing up for herself

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slowjamastan · 1 year

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your mind….. but fr theyve been alive for a combined 2000+ years who fuckin knows if they're brothers… and like if you wanna define it as being derived from one common ancestor(mama scandia) then you could say that fra.nce, s.pain, ro.mania, portu.gal, and the ital.ies are all brothers too. imho since europe is an incestuous cesspool, how they act towards each other is more important than any debatable genetic relationships(if they have genetics the same way humans do???). like yeah ger.many prus.sia austr.ia switzerl.and and liec.htenstein are all """related""" but lutz n gil and lili n vasch are distinctly siblings where gil n rod or lutz n lili are not. idk its all very strange BUT my point is to say they don't have a brotherly relationship i guess???

(you know exactly who this is but im sending it anon bc i dont wanna be accused of inc.est shipping)

hiiiiii bestie im finally d*nn*r posting are u proud of me <3

>if they have genetics the same way humans do

now im not saying the ic*land DNA strips are meant to be taken literally, but i think its fun to take them at face value. it helps that i know fuck all about genetics so i throw on "magical realism" seasoning to cover the fact it makes no sense and call it a day

tldr i personally dont think it has much to do with a common "nation ancestor" but more like the relationships between the original breakoff tribes that would go on to become distinct groups. and the sooner they became distinct groups, the more closely related the Guys would be... or something.

see ive always loved the idea that roaming hunter-gatherer groups each had their own guardian spirit Fella and as the groups collaborated and settled into agriculture, one Guy would become dominant and the others would fade/die/age normally. survival of the strongest cultural identity. so in my mind, to be first-degree related "brothers" it would go like, a group broke off of My Group and immediately You appeared. for example with (mostly)n*rwegian settled ic*land. (and the strip is about ic*land going "idk im pretty sure i was there before your people got there" and getting btfo) you know what i mean? & it would be statistically unlikely for that brother to survive with you for 1500 years so what nor and den have is special. ofc assuming they mean "brother" literally and not as an honorary title which im always split about for like every chr. like calling a family friend "uncle" or yk...adoption. its all ambiguous but thats ok, its vibes

but all this is also why i like ancient r0me being a "grandpa" rather than a father. implying there was a generation between that wasn't strong enough and got absorbed. ooooooh

>you could say that fra.nce, s.pain, ro.mania, portu.gal, and the ital.ies are all brothers too

to me they are, just a further removed. i couldn't tell you how far but i know it in my heart. we're all children of jesus or whatever its fine

>BUT my point is to say they don't have a brotherly relationship

HARD disagree i think scand!navia has very brotherly vibes but again yeah its ambiguous so idc, im not the type to ship-war or nitpick. but in my ideal vision they all annoy each other on purpose for eternity and none of them rly understand the others but they know each other better than anyone else and thats what matters. familial n5 is my favorite h*talia dynamic ever but i settle for ships bc im starved for content

>how they act towards each other is more important than any debatable genetic relationships

and even how they act/feel about each other is all canonically ambiguous :( we live in a cursed fucking fandom. "europe is an incestuous cesspool" yes and they're all my little hapsburgian freaks. Send Post

#post #aph #'i dont want to be accused of ****** shipping' I Understand. thank u for accepting the last tier on my denn0r post w/o question

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would u like to explain homestuck classpects ? i wanna understand how youre categorising ze characters with em :o

Oh my god yes, but also I wanna pretend I was never a Homestuck as much as possible, but also I can't help how relevant this whole system is to how I think about a bunch of stuff, but also did you know I have a 25 page messy ass google doc on this for like five kh characters that I think only AJ ever read, did you know I started on the equivalent to that for ze like last week but it's a very low committal sort of thing, I am absolutely torn between trying to give an abridged version as best I can and just grabbing what little I have already succinctly typed out hmm I think I'll go with the former? Okay I can't for the life of me do that actually and I tried it still goes on for longer than it should anyway, like, the alternative would be making it sound far too shallow and uh yeah idk ya could wait 'til I have the bare minimum to show or ask specifics on stuff? I'll write what the headcanons are here though, I think they always sound funky without much context

It's also just for the 999 cast, what a surprise

Little crash course on what these even are is that they're two notions, a class and an aspect that interact with each other and form a hero title which is pretty much like an overall archetype, since each of those has 12 different ones the total number of possible combinations is 144. A class is things like Witch, Thief, Knight, Mage and those are more tied to personality traits and how one approaches situations, but aspects are the ones I tend to put a larger focus on, those are things like Space, Time, Doom, Life they each represent a great deal more than the namesake though and they're each so very interesting to me for the nuance, they're concepts that are all always present to some extent, what varies is the concentration or how much of it that is present in someone's overall journey, and they're not like teams or houses or anything in fact they're supposed to be as diverse amongst a group as possible and also they come in sets! Both classes and aspects do, they're 6 complementary pairs each, the way it works on classes is that they're divided as active or passive which is really more about either directing energy towards oneself or towards those around you, and for aspects they're complementary concepts the way two sides of a coin are, for example there's the Social aspects Breath and Blood, one is about freedom from social bonds and the other is all about nurturing those attachments and that's an oversimplification but it's serviceable, I really didn't realize it was this complex to explain until now and I probably didn't do a grade A job at it

Ace - Prince of Breath

Snake - Mage of Void

Santa - Rogue of Heart

Clover - Maid of Blood

Junpei - Witch of Time

June - Seer of Mind

Seven - idk

Lotus - Sylph of Doom (?)

Fun little factoid that will not make any sense to anyone, but, with Junpei and Akane I sort of feel like they switch their aspects from 999 to vlr and ztd? Akane suddenly has many more Time player motifs and reasoning and Junpei is the same, suddenly his behavior has so much more Mind vibes in full display. It's a fun observation and by nature of this whole thing drastic shifts in a story can mean recontextualizing a character's role in it, and thus, their aspect and I kind of think that's neat but still like to keep in mind the ones I put up there when writing the two, cause that's something I do

So yeah, hmm my goodness I really never got like any ideas for the rest of the cast? I feel like we either don't get much insight aside from very literal and plot related motivations on most of them at best and shallow characterization at worst, like, freaking Carlos? Idk he's firefighter of murica my dude not much else, Diana can be a Life player because she's a healer/caretaker I guess and Phi and Sigma kind of fuck me up because it almost feels like they're different characters in ztd altogether (Sigma kind of is?? Although I can see Dr.Klim as a Space player maybe) and idk I guess my biggest issue is I have a hard time imagining them just being people separate from the story with a very narrow framing we witness unfold with them which makes this difficult? WAIT I got it, so much of vlr and ztd's plots rely on the characters not being themselves that it makes this murky, like, with radical-6 and mind hacking bullcrap, y'know? My first instinct for everyone in vlr almost would also be Mind but that's probably because of the plot y'know? Except Luna? She could be Hope or Breath idk and share a class with Diana but idk which one that'd be, Dio being a Bard makes sense I guess? WAIT MIRA MIRA THIEF OF HEART WOULD BE SO FUNNY BUT I DON'T THINK THAT'D BE IT LMAOO

Okay that's what I have, I hope this made no sense I will be working on my google docs to show u later if u want akdjkasj

#not gonna lie I was pretty excited to get this but then I realized I didn't know how to explain it in a few words #not that I. am known to make short posts here or anything but like #even for my standards I think that'd be going overboard y'know?#and besides‚ idk what tone to write in except for the one I have over there #me being super casual here is probably making it sound more confusing than it already is lol #but yeah uh if you have any questions well then let me know 👀#a tag for asks

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luvstrangers · 8 months

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REVIEW - Good & Great by KEY

CONFLICT OF INTEREST DISCLOSURE: i am a locket

Good And Great (title) 8/10

Sonically pretty one-note with the kick, hi-hat, bass guitar and occasional piano. I think it’s the fleeting synths that keep this from being boring, along with key’s performance. There’s not much going on instrumentally which means that the vocalist needs to have good energy to carry it. Fortunately, Key can do that. If anyone else released this it would be a snooze, but Good and Great works for key’s style. I can see this having a place on a commute-to-work playlist next to Fighting by BSS (which is what I wanted this song to be), but I think it’s kind of a step back for Key musically. This could be a B-side on I Wanna Be. Nonetheless I’m nodding along.

2. Can’t Say Goodbye 8/10

Some good ole’ disco funk. This song is driven nicely by the four-on-the-floor percussion which is well put in the mix to be present but not drown out the rest of the instruments. Like Good and Great, it’s basic but does the basics well. I’m sensing that this release may have a problem with lacking a distinct musical identity, but I suppose Key doesn’t need a distinct instrumental style when he IS the musical identity. The break at around 2:30 is nice and brings the final chorus in a pleasant way. Would it be better with a more thought out melody?

3. Intoxicating 8.5/10

The start caught me off guard because it sounds exactly like ‘Let Them Know’ by Megan. But jeez this is good. Again a great execution of a common idea. And the moment I think it’s shown everything it comes in with an amazing bridge and VOCALS. Adding this to my playlist for when I DJ at parties lmao. Seriously reminds me of Imagine from I Wanna Be.

4. Live Without You 8/10

Nice auto-filter moment in the pre chorus. There’s a lot going on in the mix that isn’t apparent on a casual listen like the vox and panning synths in the back, but they add a lot to the listening experience. For some reason Taeyeon’s ‘Can’t Control Myself’ comes to mind. I guess they have a similar kind of desperation. Again kind of suffers from a lack of compelling melody

5. CoolAs 8.5/10

I think the chorus would have benefitted if the talk-singing was faster. The flow that they went with makes it seriously veer into N.O.M. territory (if anyone even gets that reference). Good though, and feels very Key. I wouldn’t mind if he put out more songs like this. There’s a lot of stuff going on in the mix like glass breaking and whirls that contribute nicely to the ‘im drunk at a gay club’ atmosphere!

6. Mirror, Mirror 8.5/10

Aiyo. Could have had a full EP of disco music but I guess every kpop release needs an obligatory mid-slow tempo song. Has a much clearer vision of what it wants to be than other obligatory slow songs though, and without knowing Korean I get the feeling that this has some very good lyrics about expectations and self image. Some good show-case of his vocals in the adlibs. I like the sparkly stuff going on and the lo-fi sectioning in the mix, they knew what to do to keep it from being a snooze.

OVERALL: I think this is the first release in awhile where all the songs are an 8 or above! Congratulations CEO of cunty walking KEY. One good commute song, 4 great dance songs, followed by one good depressing song. Good and Great is my least favourite here, but it’s not bad by any means. I just get the sense that the concept and marketing kind of precede it. The b-sides are just better. Feels like a reasonable culmination of his journey of music releases as a soloist thus far.

RANKING:

Intoxicating (good and great if it slayed) - great

CoolAs (his gayest song yet) - very good

Can’t Say Goodbye (DISCO TIME) - very good

Mirror, Mirror (vocal showcase) - quite good

Live Without You (it’s good!) - quite good

Good And Great (disappointing) - good

#key #shinee #music review

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besthimbomachine · 1 year

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I want your commentary on a section of one of your fics, or a whole fic, that you've been DYING to get your thoughts out on. 😊

I hope you've been having a good day, and wanted to get this in before I go to bed glrbfj.

Owwwn thank you sweetheart <3

Btw I got this ask for the Directors Commentary thing AND another one for that too by an anon, nonnie I'm gonna save yours until chapter 4 is done cause I'll for SURE have things to talk about chapter 4 too. I fought through the pure angst of chapters 1 and 2 to get to the other ones which will have more funny, fluffy and horny things which I love writing. Chapter 3 already starts that off with the horny.

Anyways into the commentary proper, I did a bunch of parts of chapter 3 cause I really liked writing it.

I guess first I wanna comment in the fic as a whole. If anyone doesn't know, the title "my love when it counted" comes from the hozier song shrike. If you haven't listened to it, go and look it up, it's great and very much the vibe of this fic.

Anyways, this fic came not from a prompt or situation I found hot as most of mine do but from a feeling. Like, we know Kenny talked about thinking of retiring due to his injuries and we've been getting the vibe, esp after this week's show but also on his feud with Osprey, that he has been feeling the years. That he knows time has started to take it's toll on him. And I myself have been kinda going through my own crisis cause I'm reaching thirty, and as someone who only fell in tune with my own skin after I was 25, the dawning of my youth scares me.

So a heavy theme of this fic is time, how it changes you, in some ways it's bad, in some ways it's good, but it changes you. It has the power to change you so thoroughly that you become a stranger to your past self. So this is a story about the inexorable march of time and the changes it forces on you, and how sometimes you can be the right person at the wrong time. It's also about learning to live with your mistakes and putting in the work to fix things.

Also, every chapter has a working title so I can tell from one look at my Google docs what it's gonna be about, this one was "down memory lane hard".

Chapter parts will be under the read more

That was the box Kenny had dumped any photo with you in, to never be seen again. Shit, he didn’t even know he still had that. He was supposed to have thrown it away, but he never did quite get up the courage to do so. Looking at them now, he could feel the bitter sweet pang of nostalgia, the way it tasted like ashes in his mouth. Swallowing thickly, he stacked the photos together in the box again. That’s when he noticed something else, the black metal previously hidden by the scattered papers shining back at him. (Kenny made the big mistake of giving himself time to doubt instead of just throwing things out right away, big mistake buddy. Nostalgia is a drug, and also a liar, rarely the past is quite as good as it makes you think. Anyways, this is not the last we will hear from the nostalgia box, it still holds something else we haven’t heard about yet.)

For the most part, the camera seemed ok, and it sparked in Kenny a curiosity that he knew he shouldn’t feed. Whatever pictures it held, he knew they would do him no good right now. He knew he should just put it back in the box and leave it be. But he couldn’t resist as his finger pushed the power button, body moving on its own, ignoring all common sense. All he could do was hope the thing just would not turn on. (These three first chapters are just a long stretch of Kenny making bad decisions, some he really thinks would work out - like pretending you are strangers instead of trying to behave normally - and others he really know wouldn’t work out and still he does. At this point he is doing this almost as a type of self flagellation, he knows it will only hurt but it feels better to have the pain than nothing at all)

But of course it did. (hello ominous one liner in italic my old friend)

When Kenny finally made his way to the old photos, the first thing he was greeted with was his own face. Those same baby blues staring back at him, although a good few wrinkles less and many years younger. (references to how he feels about his age are actually important but hey kenny time did you good, you look better now) He had a smile on his face, features framed by the ropes as he sat on the floor of the ring. Behind him, he could see the silhouettes of Matt and Nick facing the vast empty arena, only a few more blurred forms dotted in the background.

Sighing deeply, Kenny moved on to the older photos. Passing through pictures of him, Matt and Nick preparing in the ring, as well as pictures of you getting ready or climbing on the ropes. There was one video from that day that had you and Kenny dancing around the ring, and for the second time now he felt his heart shatter as his memory failed him. He made through the pictures of the four of you, but nothing moved his mind, the memories truly lost to time. (Time and how it changes people is at the core of this fics theme yes and the first thing time goes for in a person is their memories, the human mind is actually very bad at remembering things and sometimes that’s great but other times it’s depressing.)

Biting his lower lip, Kenny laid back against the headboard, finger pressing the button again, but the picture meeting him this time being completely different. The photo had been taken in front of a large mirror outside a building, and standing in the frame were the two of you. He had an umbrella in hand, and you had the camera covering half of your face as you looked through the viewfinder. (Go ahead and imagine the most Wes Anderson looking ass picture, that’s what I was going for, and yes I do deserve to get sent to the content gulag for my hipster crimes)

Sighing again, Kenny flipped through the photos rapidly before stopping when he noticed a change in environment. The picture he’d stopped in was of you, looking away from the camera with your hair tied up, water covering your bare chest all the way above the breasts. He paused, studying the environment, the stone walls and hazy fog circling you were hard to mistake. You two were at an onsen, by the size of it a private one, probably from whichever place you were staying at. (Hello darkness my old friend, like I said, I would have a hard time getting into an onsen cause the japanese still connect tattoos to criminal behavior and I’m covered in tattos but I’ve never commited a crime [Maria has in fact commited multiple minor crimes ranging from drug possession, to showin her tits in public, to having sex in a public-ish place, to stealing from a supermarket to the worst of all,multiple accounts of piracy])

Kenny’s eyes trailed the exposed skin on the back of your neck, eyes following the curve of your spine as it delved underwater. He felt his chest tighten again, you were so gorgeous, if he closed his eyes he could almost feel your soft skin on his fingertips. The next picture had you laughing, waving one hand at the camera as if trying to shoo him away. Your movement - and the surrounding fog - made the photo blurry, but he could still see your exposed chest. Warm water spilled down the inside of your breasts, kissing your skin in ways he could only have in his dreams now.

Moving on to the next photo, Kenny felt the air hitching in his throat as his eyes met with your own, large and entrancing in a way that he never found again after he lost you. Your beautiful irises stared back at him through the screen, keeping him locked in place for a good moment as he felt himself dragged to the bottom of a lake. And for a second there, he really didn’t want to resurface. (Kenny is longing to the point of self destruction, poor guy, but like I said I like to write my man a little pathetic, take him down a notch, make him suffer for his crimes and have to work to get the girl)

When he finally remembered to breathe, Kenny fully took in the image. You stared straight ahead, deep sultry eyes locked with the lens as his hand touched your face. One of your hands held his own, your lips touching his knuckles and the back of his fingers in a soft kiss. Water droplets ran down the curve of your breasts, with the way you were sitting the water just about touched your chest, not fully reaching your nipples. God, you looked like something out of this world, like a siren ready to drag him underwater, a lure he’d never deny. (If he won’t let you do like a siren and drag him to the bottom of a lake to kill him, does he really love you?)

Blood rushed to Kenny’s face and in a moment his breathing became hard, air evading him for a long second. It was almost like he’d forgotten just how gorgeous you could be. His fragile memory - and his most shameful dreams - not doing justice to a sight he once had so freely that he didn’t fully value. He was young and stupid, and you were too beautiful for him to understand - and fuck, from what he saw in the ring you’d only gotten better. (Gotta make sure to remind yall that we are romanticizing aging in this house, you look better in your early thrities than you did in your early twenties!!!)

It did him no good. (Ominous one liner here again to remind Kenny that he should have just turned off the camera)

Watching the scene in the camera had Kenny groaning, extending his legs out in the bed, free hand coming to rest on top of the bulge now formed in his pants. He watched the image of you continue to tease him on the screen, licking his swollen head as you made eye contact with the lens. Muttering curses, his eyes followed the movements of your tongue, his fingers caressing his large bulge over the fabric of his pants. Just the sight of your lips surrounding the head of his cock being enough to have him fully hard. (One hard thing about this chapter was making it clear what was happening on the screen and what was happenning in current time you know, I wanted to make it clear enough so that things wouldn’t be too confusing. Anyways, love writing handjobs and blowjobs, this short smut gave me both, I should have expanded on it but I was tired already.)

Shit, he knew he shouldn’t be watching this. Let alone taking his pleasure from it. It felt wrong, but he didn’t really wanna think about that right now. Kenny only barely remembered filming this video, let alone that it still existed somewhere. He brushed against it again by pure chance, it was not like a premeditated thing.

Fuck, he missed you in more ways than he’d want to admit, and he didn’t want to deny his body’s desire. He didn’t want to deny the way seeing you in the ring had his mind reeling. The way hearing your voice in the backstage halls sent shivers down his spine. He knew it was wrong, but for a single moment he chose to give in to the desire burning deep inside his core. (We get a ‘I know it’s wrong but fuck it’ moment. Was it wrong of him? Yeah, kinda. But as someone who has been friends with people attracted to me and has artistic nudes floating somewhere in the internet, my personal belief is you can jerk off to a picture of me whatever so long as you treat me like a normal human being I don’t care)

Pulling the waistband of his pants down, Kenny released his throbbing cock. Veins popping around the thick shaft and sensitive head, his fingers sliding around it lazily. (thick and veiny is my favorite) He watched as you started slowly moving your head up and down on the screen, each time taking more of his shaft inside your mouth. Groaning, he cursed the lack of audio on the camera, wanting nothing more than to hear the delicious sounds he knew you’d be making. Kenny’s large hand wrapping tight around his length, fingers barely meeting as he pumped himself slowly. (One way I like to give the idea of dick size in smut instead of using the extremely vague and relative ‘it’s huge’ or the waaaay to specific and not sexy at all ‘X inches’ is to compare it to other things, writing blowjobs and handjobs is good for that. I mean, you know how large Kenny’s hands are, if his fingers can barely touch when he warps his hand around his cock, you know it’s BIG)

Kenny took in a sharp breath as he saw your lips getting close to the base of his cock, the camera shaking in his hands as a shiver coursed through his body, setting every nerve alight. He threw his head back, cursing under his breath before looking down again, watching you with darkened eyes. Taking his hand from his cock for a second, Kenny spat on his palm before he went back to fisting his length, fingers now picking up speed. (Spit is not good as lube I know, but it gives a raw sense of desperation that I find sexy for blowjob scenes)

Darkened eyes followed your movements as you bobbed your head a few more times, from tip all the way down, until your lips finally reached the base. The image shook a little before it steadied again. Kenny could almost feel the sensations, the tip of his cock touching the back of your throat, the wet warmth of your mouth stretching around his dick. He’d never forget that feeling, sinful and holy, pleasure bordering on pain. (Deep throat! Deep throat! A girl got a well trained gag reflex, kudos. Also, I know it’s cheap using a pleasure/pain comparison but I like it, I do.)

You continued your sucking on screen, and oh, what wouldn’t Kenny give to hear the noises. He groaned, trying to conjure them in his head as he fisted himself faster now, one hand almost not enough to satisfy his full length. Pre cum dripped from his swollen head, onto his fingers and down his veiny cock, making his movements easier and faster. His erection throbbing in his hand, feeling hot and heavy against his rough palm. (I love this whole paragraph, man. It’s cause Kenny has those hug beautiful hands with long thick fingers. Imining that pumping a big fat cock has me way too horny. I’m a sucker for nice hands.)

You locked eyes with the camera once again, and Kenny could see his hips bucking forward in the video. The hand in your hair stuttering in its pace as your tongue slipped out of your mouth and under his cock. Shit, just seeing that had him delirious, spilling praises out of his lips that he knew you’d never hear. (Gotta slip at least a little ‘alas, poor kenny’ moment in the middle of this horny mess) He imagined the feeling of your mouth, the warmth of your tongue all around him. Deft fists pumped up and down at a voracious speed, his cock heavy and slick in his hands, balls feeling full and tight.

In the screen, his hips bucked erratically now, not even caring if he was bringing your head all the way down or not. Your lips looked wet and abused as they stretched around his girth, moving up and down fast. Pulling your head all the way to his tip, Kenny’s hand moved to your lip, pulling your open mouth towards the camera before coming back to his own cock. He fisted himself a couple times, resting the head of his cock on your tongue as his thick length twitched. Rope after rope of his thick white cum spilled past your plump lips, filling your mouth with it. (I regret now not thinkin gof using the word flooding instead of filling, it would be sexier, but also I find the ‘cumming on someones open mouth so you can watch it’ thing very sexy)

Kenny pumped his hand faster and harder, feeling the coil in his gut snap as he watched you close your pretty mouth, swallowing all of his hot cum, tongue darting out to lick some that had slipped down your lip. He felt his orgasm hit like a truck, shutting his eyes as the intensity of the feeling had him seeing stars. With a grunt, his cock spasmed in his hand, shooting his cum like a torrent. Multiple white, thick ropes spilling from his cock, feeling hot as they poured on his exposed thighs and hips, staining his shirt where they fell on the fabric.

Kenny rode his orgasm for what felt like forever, ecstasy completely clouding his mind. When he finally came to, eyes opening to see his still hard cock twitching slowly. Pearly white of cum painted his fingers, a string of it coming from the head and connecting to his hips. He swiped his thumb over his still sensitive head, spreading his thick white jizz over the tip. He was breathing hard, and it still took him a moment to fully return from his high. (I have a cum kink, send me to the nasty jail cause I’m gonna write guys who cum a lot and also guys whose cum is thick, you know I’m really horny for a character if I give him both traits, I like the image of a throbbing cock too, just *chefs kiss*, once again, loved writing these two paragraphs. Press F for Kenny’s shirt tho, depending on the fabric this is gonna be hard to clean.)

Looking at the mess he’d made, Kenny felt that pang of guilt back in his chest. Shit, he shouldn’t have done that. Pushing his cock back into his pants, he cleaned his hand in his already stained shirt before sitting straight against the headboard, the full weight of his guilt crashing down. He ran his hand through his hair, lips feeling dry as he swallowed hard.

He really shouldn’t have done that. If Kenny had felt bad after your recent fight, he felt even worse now. Like a sleazy, cowardly excuse of a man. One who was too weak to let go and too harsh to fix things. Worse, he felt like he had slipped back into the self centered asshole you’d left all those years back. Shit, this wasn’t who he wanted to be, and it made him sick to the stomach. He looked back to the camera, the video had already ended, the final image being your smiling face. (like I described this chapter once: Kenny’s very bad no good at all post nut clarity)

With a quick push of the buttons, Kenny deleted the video, erasing it from existence like he had done with the others after your break up. This was the right thing, and if he had known about this camera, known about this video, he’d have done it a long time ago. Now it was done, still he felt like shit. And there wasn’t really any way to erase that taste of guilt from his mouth. (We finish with Kenny doing the correct thing and also showing that he was an asshole but not a completly awful person, he did have the mind to at least do the minimally decent thing of erasing the sex videos he knew he had - he may or may not have jerked off to them before that just as he may or may not have jerked off to videos of reader’s matches - and this one he is erasing now. Like I said he will get the chance to straighten up his act and make some better choices, I don’t wanna end this in angst no happy ending)

#wanderbreadsworld #ask #directors commentary #maria speaks #this commentary starts off very thought and full of feelings and then delves into slutty shit #would you ever guess that this fic was me romanticizing aging so I can accept the inexorable march of time?#as the mountain goats once said: I don't know if it's true but I've been told it's real sweet to grow old

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queen-pathetic · 1 year

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Fic Writer Interview

I was tagged by @s1utspeare ! I am surprised that people still remember that i write fics since i basically stopped in the later half of the year except for NaNoWriMo lmaoo. so i will do this.

name/nicknames: Angie or ang

fandoms: Aight so DMBJ. I write the most of that. And Winter Begonia, but WB is usually just smut. I did write for Squid Game for a bit but stopped since the fandom was too much.

two shots?: if this like 2 chapter fics?? i dont normally write that, and i have been bad at reading other peoples fics for reasons i wont disclose here.

most popular multi-chapter fic: its a squid game fic, please dont come for me. People knew this fic before they even know me so that says something. Puzzle Pieces. I will not be able to write anything close to the amount of hits this got.

actual worst part of writing: um writing. i am not a writer never have been, but i wanted to write because there were some things that i wanted to draw but i could not do it with my current talent. so instead i wrote it. i never expected for people to like what i wrote. so it takes a lot for me to share my work because im so scared of it not getting hits (aka why i stopped writing recently)

how you choose your titles: i stare at the blank “title” box on ao3 and cry for like 5 mins and then write something random. sometimes it loops back to the story, or its stupid and makes no sense.

do you outline?: no. i literally write like a stream of consciousness. no thoughts. i only outlined for my nanowrimo fic since it was a daunting 50k that needed to open and close within those words. if its a multi fic with no clear ending i dont care. if its a one shot it means i already have an ending so i keep it 10k.

ideas you probably won’t get around to, but wouldn’t it be nice?: no not that i know of. i had for a while wanted to do a idol AU for heihua but i suck at AUs so thats not happening. (it would be idol/bodyguard or even opera singer/bodyguard).

i want to finish my current heihua fic but i dried up with ideas so it has been sitting unfinished for quite some time. I am not goof with very technically elements of stories (tombs) so i made a mistake by doing that two times in one story.

callouts @ me: get over the fear of writing and comparing myself to everyone else. im a horrible friend and i dont read fics my friends write because i compare myself to their fics. i know im not a good writer so when i see my friends write masterpieces and get more hits i kind of wonder why do i even try.

probably also saying im not a good writer, but i know im not lol even if people try and convince me. so i guess i got a lot to work on for now im just not gonna update until i feel comfortable with my product.

best writing traits: ...i just roasted myself for like 300 words so idk if i have good writing traits. oh only smut. i think im good at writing smut, which is weird since i dont do anything in my own life. its been a while since i have written actually but i think my porn without plots normally are good since i focus less on the plot.

i also do a lot of heihua slow burn. aka enemies to lovers.

spicy tangential opinion: dont ask me for opinions... doubt what i say will mean anything.

Tagging anyone who wants to do it. i dont have many writer friends (maybe i do idk) so i dont wanna tag people

#im talking for once and not jsut reblogging #fic #tag game #im a mess of a content creator

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magicalbuffalotransformerman · 1 year

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Pain in the Alps

(wahey, another au post! more bonejumper! it's noncanon, an- wait why is pain in the titl-)

[ah, yes. the alps. buncha mountains off in the east. they're pretty scenic. today, however and for whatever reason, they're pretty foggy. not an issue to bonecrusher nor rocketjumper, whom happen to be taking a stroll through the pennine alps. enjoying themselves, one would imagine.]

[bonecrusher is hopping around, occasionally tripping himself up due to getting his toes stuck in cracks in the ground.]

RJ: so! any fun plans for the future?

BC, getting onto his feet once again: none that are coming to mind, no. why, when's our anniversary?

RJ: ahh... some time in... february? that makes sense.

BC: no, that's when you first got to the base. didn't we marry after you gave honey that spark attack?

RJ: ...oh yeah. still don't feel too good about doing that to him.

BC: cake's forgiven you for it, don't worry. been a while since, actually.

RJ: i don't feel like i deserve it, though, you know? i killed her conjunx. if anything i should've been dead ever since she first heard about it, but... she... just hasn't. no bad blood between us two. i don't get it.

BC: well, life is full of surprises. a box of chocolates, i guess.

RJ: do humans really say that? life is like a box of chocolates?

BC: yeah. you never know what you're gonna get.

RJ: hah. that's... mmm... yeah, alright, i guess that makes sense.

BC: yo, hey, that day at the tiny outpost reminded me of a question i wanted to ask you for a long time. rockie, what's your biggest kink?

RJ: as if you don't already know!

BC: no, genuinely! what's your biggest kink? i wanna know.

RJ: ...well, having a cock is pretty up there. then there's the whole 'being more than one person's wife' thing, that's hot. filling people with cum... yum... well, i'd have to say my biggest kink is you. final answer.

BC: wh... me? i-

RJ: [she picks bonecrusher up by his lovehandles.] yes, you. i love you more than anyone else would bother, bonecrusher. c'mon.

BC: what about munchie and bunkbed though?

RJ: okay, fair point. those dudes are pretty down bad for you. my point still stands. [she kisses bonecrusher's forehead.]

BC: d'aww. okie. i love you too. [smooch.]

[rocketjumper carries bonecrusher bridal style down the path, blabbering on about whatever pops into mind.]

...

RJ: ...and then, it just... clicks. i suddenly realize how much trouble i'm in, i hide the evidence, i run for the hills. but i did remember to execute him!

BC: good for you for remembering to kill him. he seemed like a major dick.

RJ: god, he was! any time i'd try to talk some sense into him, he'd fire back with some annoying excuse...

...

BC: ...strawberry energon though? solid A+. that shit tastes like a labor of love and i won't have it any other way. you agree right?

RJ: unanimously.

BC: nice! and uh... shit, what's that other green one? spearmint? electric dream?

RJ: i think it was... chewy lime?

BC: huh...

...

[rocketjumper hops over a crack in the ground.]

RJ: what was i saying? oh yeah. he said his dick was like 4 feet long.

BC: and how long was it actually?

RJ: barely one. had a good laugh about it, but the poor dude looked like he was hurt by it. which makes sense. some people think dick size is everything, but it... well, sort of isn't? like, the smaller ones are fine, but i prefer the bigger ones... mainly you.

BC: mmm.

RJ: so then i milked him for about 3 earth days. his cum tasted like apple juice. kinda weird.

...

BC: okay, what next?

RJ: final event on the list? just us, hanging out on pluto. it's the perfect vacation spot: no humans for miles, unexplored terrain, the massive heart that pluto has. if we forget to bring condoms, we can even troll the humans with the semen if it doesn't dry up before they explore pluto for themselves.

BC: ooh! oooh! we can put up little structures too to troll them further! like little alien totem poles and faces on the surface! it'd be such a good prank!!

RJ: god, it would, wouldn't it? buncha idiots'll think it was little green people that made them. how i envy them sometimes. they don't have to ask the us government for materials to build our own sex toys, but we do.

BC: ...well, while that is embarrassing, they haven't said no yet.

RJ: yeah. they haven't said n- [she steps into a bear trap.] -yEEIAIGHHGAHFFUCK!!! [rocketjumper hops around on one foot, and trips into a nearby rock.]

[bonecrusher flops onto the ground, immediately hopping to his feet.]

BC: shit, babe, are you alright?!

RJ: WHO PUTS FUCKING BEAR TRAPS IN THE ALPS?!?!

BC: aw, god... uhm. ooh. patchwork'll know what to do! [he attempts to use the radio, only to get some unbearable white noise in his ear instead.] FFFHHRGHRRRGHHH---- nevermind... uhm... [he takes a closer look at the bear trap, trying to figure out how to get it off safely, when he notices an autobot symbol on one of the teeth that didn't make it into rockie's ankle.] ...the autobots.

RJ: ,,,Y- [deep breath.] you... don't think it was an ambush, do you?

BC: seems too coincidental to not be an ambush. try your best not to bleed out, i'll make sure no one's able to hurt you while you're down.

RJ: god, i can fend for myself, you know! just... the bear trap was unexpected. [she stumbles back onto her feet, leaning on a rock wall.]

BC: ...well, what's a partner for? gotta look out for yer other, y'know. not trying to say you can't fend for yourself, and certainly not trying to be rude. hey, did you...

RJ: ...get the arm cannons working? [her forearms transform into a couple of heavy duty path blasters, similar to those from TF:FoC.] patchwork helped me get those goddamn archaic systems functioning. the armblades are compatible as well! just... wanna stay vigilant. (<-- this is canon. rocketjumper having her heavy duty path blasters is canon i'm just writing this story for angst)

[a metaphorical lightbulb lights up.]

RJ: what was with the growling earlier?

BC: ah... comms aren't working. either nebula can't get over here, or there's an emp system somewhere. anyhow, i can't and don't want to try again. you know how it is.

RJ: ...yeah. yeah, i get it. alright, you don't mind being a living crutch, right, boney?

BC: for you? not at all. [he gets his mining claw under rockie's beartrapped leg, helping her stumble along the path.] i'll make sure to swipe at any more traps i can reach. you gotta blast the ones i can't.

RJ: not a problem. [she gains a forearm back, extending that arm's armblade.] lead the way.

[and so, the two slowly but surely made their way down the path, taking note to destroy anything vaguely autobot in nature. three watchtowers, countless bear traps and EMP stations, and a couple of abandoned structures were destroyed over time.]

[aeroplane wheels touch down at the end of the path.]

[patchwork hops out of marrowbomber's cargo bay, and fortslammer slides off of the top of marrowbomber's fuselage.]

FS, landing on his feet: what's the sitrep, doc?

PW: bonecrusher and rocketjumper are slated to meet here at the end of their walk, but their comms are jammed and they haven't arrived yet. screen for traps and two decepticons. i'll be right behind you.

FS: affirmative. [fortslammer transforms into his king tiger alt form, and begins his trek... logically, faster than a king tiger should. they were pretty shitty back in the day. guess 'slammer got his upgrades off the black market. i -- the narrator -- don't blame him.]

[patchwork runs and hops onto fortslammer's turret, perching like a gargoyle and keeping both eyes open for hostiles.]

...

[bonecrusher and rocketjumper have been captured by a group of heavily-armed autobots. the commander (hereby described as Kommander) whom looks oddly... distasteful... is eyeing down his quarry.]

Kommander: I was not expecting two of them. Quite impressive.

Soldier 3: Oh, my bear trap! I was wondering where that went. [He rips it off of Rocketjumper's ankle, causing extra damage.] Thanks!

RJ: [barely conscious]

Soldier 7: Primus... she's so heavy...

Soldier 2: I can take your place for you, if-

[The Kommander executes Soldier 2.]

Kommander: Do not give up. It shows weakness.

Soldier 7: ...O-okay.

Kommander: ...where was I? Ah, yes. The Claw of Megatron and his conjunx.

Soldier 3: What should we do with them, commander?

Soldier 5: We could harvest them for information!

Kommander: They're too stupid to hide any of their information; that would be time wasted in our fight against the Decepticons.

Soldier 6: They'd be good for punching bags!

Kommander: What's wrong with the ones I've already given you? Are you perhaps... spoiled?

Soldier 6: ...N-no...

Kommander: Sure you're not.

Soldier 1: Oooh! Ooh! I have an idea! We should execute the Claw first and watch his conjunx squirm!!

Kommander: OH. I like your style, little bot. [He sticks a little pin onto Soldier 1's chassis.]

Soldier 6: Do you think he'd have any last words?

Soldier 7: Maybe. Wake him up.

[Soldier 5 delivers a knee into Bonecrusher's right side.]

BC: [he coughs back to life, looking around at the feet of the autobots. two big feet stomp in front of him, aiming a FoC-esque Riot Cannon at his dome. he looks up, into the barrel of the cannon.] ...what.

Kommander: Any last words?

BC: life is fleeting. wish i coulda eaten ya, y'nazi fuck.

Kommander: Thank you. [He executes Bonecrusher without a second thought. That makes twice that Bonecrusher's died now.] (it doesn't.) Three, move behind the big one and prepare for execution.

Soldier 3: Didn't Optimus say he wanted to use her as a fleshlight?

Kommander: [He leans into Soldier 3.] We do not speak to 2007 Optimus Prime, and we do not take orders from him. Execute the big one.

Soldier 3: Uh- Sir yes sir. [Mildly excited, he wanders behind Rocketjumper, forming a Path Blaster and aiming at her head.]

Kommander: I swear to Primus, if you miss... Alright. One. Wake her.

[Soldier 1 shakes Rocketjumper's head.]

RJ: [she falls into consciousness.] whue... huh? [her eyes lock onto bonecrusher's scarred, oddly void chest cavity. she's speechless, tears running down her face.]

[The Kommander smiles behind his battle mask.]

Kommander, discreetly: [whispering to Seven and Four, the ones holding Rocketjumper:] Drop her. Let her hold him.

[rocketjumper is released by the autobots, crawling over to bonecrusher's gun metal grey corpse. her sobbing slowly grows louder and more desperate.]

Kommander: [whispering to Three:] Any time you want. Don't take too long.

[Soldier 3 sneaks up to Rocketjumper's side.]

RJ: …ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᶦⁿᵍ,,, ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᶦⁿᵍ,,, NOOO-

[Soldier 3 executes Rocketjumper after getting his ocular systems damaged from her scream.]

Kommander: COME ON! She could've screamed his name, you useless-! Agh. Whatever. Now,---

[BANG. The Kommander's upper chassis is ripped asunder and ceases to exist.]

[The Soldiers react accordingly, firing into the fog.]

[Soldier 7 falls next. After him, comes 5, 1, 3 and 6.]

Soldier 4: ...ah, Primus...

[fortslammer transforms, running up to Four and strangling him.]

FS: you little fucking monster! how fucking dare you!! executing unarmed decepticons on their fucking vacation! you disgust me!!

Soldier 4: p-- ,,,,Please,,,, c-Come on, I wasn'-

[Soldier 4's head pops off, flying off into the distance.]

PW: ...wh... [he walks up to rocketjumper's body.] ...no... how... what??? they shouldn't have died this easily... was their plot armor turned off or something?? i- ...[hic]... god... [he wipes his face.] i never got to clone her consciousness...

FS: ...? what do you mean?

PW: i... i have bonecrusher's backed up. state of the art technology, i can make him a new head, but... rocketjumper... FUCK!

FS: how do you think he'll react?

PW: 'how do you'--?? FORTSLAMMER.

FS: hey now. i never saw them in the same room together, doc, how should i know?

PW: you disrespectful piece of shit! [he slaps fortslammer.] you're lucky bunkerbuster would have my hide if i killed you.

FS, rubbing his face: ...sorry.

PW: ...[sigh]. alright. let's... bring them back.

[fortslammer picks up rocketjumper as if she were a queen-sized mattress, and patchwork hauls bonecrusher by his arms. they both make their way back to marrowbomber.]

7 days later:

[bonecrusher sits at the kitchen island with a barbed wire energon cube.]

[footmuncher pops by.]

BC: ...

FM: [he takes a seat with bonecrusher.] hey. i... heard what happened. how are you holding up?

BC: ...i'm not.

FM: poor guy. [he kisses bonecrusher's cheek, hugging him.] if you need any help, let m-

BC: could you haul me over to the alps?

FM: ...

BC: please. they forgot her hat.

FM: alright. when do y-

[bonecrusher gets out of the chair, wandering to the bunker door and ripping it upwards. footmuncher follows him outside. bonecrusher transforms, and footmuncher joins him. they get all hooked up, and footmuncher takes bonecrusher over to the alps.]

FM: nebula.

N: nebula to footmuncher, report.

FM: orbital assistance required. follow me over to the alps.

N: you got it.

[footmuncher drops bonecrusher off, gaining altitude. for some reason, it's raining today and still as foggy as ever.]

FM: let me know if you find her hat.

[bonecrusher races down the trail, desperately scanning the ground for rocketjumper's hat using his mine claw.]

[footmuncher follows from long range, and nebula watches from orbit.]

N: ehh... spotted. square hat, military style. one klick north.

[bonecrusher packs his claw up, pedal to the metal, counting the meters as he goes.]

[eventually, he finds her hat. bonecrusher transforms, ripping it off of the ground and staring at it. a tiny sliver of it was shot off by her executioner. he looks up, off into the distance.]

BC: ...

FM: ...do you need a lift home?

[bonecrusher can't respond.]

N: nebula to bonecrusher, what're you observing? a titan?

BC: [barely audible:] you could say that.

[bonecrusher stares down his lover's ghost, just up ahead, visible through the rain. he tears up, slowly approaching the apparition.]

FM: ...is he going to be okay?

N: oh, totally. just keep quiet. he needs a moment.

[bonecrusher falls to his knees, just a couple meters away from the apparition.]

[the apparition turns and kneels, leaning down to bonecrusher and brushing its fingers across his chin. it smiles, seeing bonecrusher alive. it mouths; 'i love you, bonecrusher. will you promise to visit me in the afterlife?' bonecrusher could've sworn that he heard her words, clear as day.]

BC, his voicebox failing him: [lips quivering into a shaky smile and body quaking, he responds:] for as long as you need,,, please,,, please, don't leave me so soon,,,

[the apparition mouths; 'i'm sorry, my dear. they say i have some paperwork to fill out. goodbye for now.' it kisses his head, and slowly fades away.]

BC: [his tears fight to keep her visible.] p- pleas,,,e,,, rocketjumper,,, [he collapses to the ground, a mess in grief.]

[footmuncher lands on his feet, kneeling next to bonecrusher and laying a hand on his quaking body.]

...

[they sit there for a while. as long as bonecrusher needs.]

#bonejumper #patchwork #fortslammer #footmuncher #magicalMILDnsfw #(injury; swearing; the narrator talking when he really shouldn't be)#(+ someone dressed like a german from 1944)#(+ noncanon and angst)

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