#a final goodbye from Summer to Raven

[hoshigray]

Hi!! I love your Toji so much you write him so well 🙏🏼 I was wondering if you could write something smutty about motorcyclist toji or like something to do with a car 🙊

Tysm, noonieeeeee~♡ ;w; Not ppl actually liking how I write for this sly bastard!! And oooooo a motorcyclist!?? Lol, never thought I'd write something with this idea, but here we are!! Please enjoy~~~ Also!! Just announced a series that I'll be writing for the summer, so check it out if you're interested!

Cw: Toji x fem!reader - explicit content so minors DNI - oral (f!receiving) - the reader is in college studying for finals - Daddy kink - motorcyclist! Toji - sexual acts in a public space (at a park in the night) - pet names (baby, angel, pumpkin, sweetie) - pussy drunk! Toji - clitoral play (plus light bites to the clit) - fingering - overstimulation - it ends on a cute note bc I'm feeling soft. Wc: 1.7k

The time is 10:45 p.m. when you look up at your laptop. You look around to see the work-study employee come in your direction, and you smile with recognition since you know they're about to tell you it's time to go. They smile back, turn back to where they came from, and you stand up to gather up your things.

It was the beginning of finals week, and it's been downright abysmal. Not only do you have three papers to write (one being a minimum of eight pages), but you also have a group presentation and two in-person exams three hours long each. You and your roommates barely get enough time to hang out, especially when you're practically cooped up in the library all day like today. When library hours are over, you walk to another building where you spend more hours studying and writing. And by the time you get to your dorm, you go straight to sleep and repeat the process.

It doesn't take rocket science to know that you — and everyone on the campus — have absolutely abhorred exams. However, for the sake of your grades, you endure it and do what you can. As long as you have a proper place to study and stop by your campus café for some quick grub, so be it.

But now, you've been studying non-stop without wasting time on distractions. It's time to go; you'll probably call it a night and head for bad. Your productivity finally dwindled down to exhaustion. I'll jump onto Discord to chat with some friends and see what they've been up to. They're probably doing better than what I'm going through...And if he's still awake, I should definitely call—

As you put your bag on your shoulder, the sound of an engine catches your attention. A motorbike engine. At first, you figured it was coming from the main street until it started getting closer. Is someone ordering Doordash or something? Curiosity has you as you walk down the stairs to exit through the entrance, waving goodbye to the receptionist who's also getting ready to leave.

When you enter the chilly outside air, the owner of said noise is parked in front of the entrance, the vehicle stationed for him to lean back and briefly look at his phone before putting it away. They're wearing a dark denim jacket covering a black shirt and some jeans. And a jet-black helmet that shields them with their tinted visor. Their dark appearance fits the dreary, foggy atmosphere, the lampposts only making them visible to the eye.

You freeze for a second when the mysterious person turns to face you, and you offer an awkward smile and nod as a quick greeting before heading your way. But then the person removes their helmet to reveal themselves to you, and your eyes widen.

With slightly messy raven hair and green eyes that capture your figure, the man flashes a grin that pulls his scarred lip upwards. Toji Fushiguro, your boyfriend you haven't seen since Easter break, was here.

"Hey, baby." It feels like forever since you've heard his gruff voice, and it has you smiling hard in seconds.

"Toji!" You run up to him for a hug which is returned, sinking into his strong arms and warm chest while his cologne fills your nostrils. "What are you doing here?"

"Thought I could come down here and surprise my lil' angel," he sways you in his arms, relishing having you in his embrace. "I texted you that I was gonna pull up."

You withdraw from the hug and look at him with mild confusion. "You did?" You quickly grab your phone from your pocket and go to your messages, only to see that he, in fact, texted you earlier. Two hours ago. "You did...Sorry, must've left my phone when I was heading out to grab something to eat."

He shrugs and slides his hands down your waist to pull you close again. "How're your exams goin'?"

"Terrible." He chuckles when you give him a faux pout. "I got one paper out the way, but the others...at least I've started on them."

"Mmm, I bet." He responds with a hand on your cheek and your forehead. "Gonna head home to study some more?"

His big warm palm nestles perfectly against your cheek as you lean to his touch. "Nah, I'm too exhausted, and I'm too stressed to think anymore. That's for tomorrow."

Toji hums with a smile. "Well, think y'r too stressed to hang with me for a while? Maybe I can relieve some tension."

You raise a brow at him and his smug grin. "Oh yeah? How're you gonna do that?"

"Hop on so you can find out." The man removes his hands from you to open the trunk of his motorcycle, handing you a helmet — your helmet as it's your favorite color.

You give your boyfriend a look. "This better not be like last time when you took me to some random ramen place where we ate super spicy ramen to the point of boogers running down from my nose."

He laughs. "No, it's not gonna be like that. Now get your cute ass on so we can go, pumpkin."You still study his face, yet don't try to argue while putting on your helmet and take your spot behind him after putting your bag in the trunk.

When he knows you're appropriately sitting in the passenger seat with your arms linked around his waist, he starts the engine and revs the vehicle before moving. The two of you drive away from the school premise. You can only wonder where the man is taking you, but your trust in him has no bounds. And you just watch the lights and people of the vicinity fly past as you rest against him.

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The two of you pulled up to a parking lot of a quiet park. No sign of children playing on the playground as it's way past their bedtimes, and not a single person on the basketball court playing a late game. Just the still park paired with the comforting silence and humid, cool air.

Nothing but quiet, minus your whimpers leaving evading your lips. "Haaaah—Ahhh! Daddy...'S too much, feel so—Hmmm!"

You're now lying on Toji's motorcycle, your back on the seats and your hands gripping the handlebars. Your lower half was completely exposed, with your bottoms and panties discarded around your leg. Your boyfriend was busy burying his face between your legs on his shoulders, his firm hands on your waist to keep you steady and close.

With the flick of his tongue on your clit, you bite your lip to repress a whine. But Toji wanted your cries. "Mmmm, don't do that, sweetie. No one's around, so lemme hear you."

His tongue goes back between your slick-coated vulva, sucking and lapping around the folds to have your essence in his mouth. His nose brushes up against your clitoris, resulting in a lovely moan from your swollen lips.

It's been about 10 minutes of just him ravishing your body outside this public park. You've already come three times, yet the man is relentless in having you again. He's so stubborn, so selfish. But God, it feels so good.

"Nnnmph! Hoooo—Ohhh! D-Daddy, please, your tongue, it's tew muuuch!" Your words are slurred, brain too foggy to properly speak with his tongue "Can't cumm anymore...Aaaahhhh!!"

Unbeknownst to you, Toji sneaks a hand down to your clitoris and swipes up and down with the sensitive button. Your body jerks upward from the surprise, but Toji's other hand keeps you grounded on the stationed vehicle so you and the motorbike don't go kissing the ground. "C'mon, sweetie. One more fr' me."

Before you could protest further, his tongue laves your clit again, sucking on the poor bud and lightly brushing it against his teeth. Eyes roll to the back of your head as your hips jolt to the abuse of your poor bud, and his free hand switches places to finger your leaky chasm with your fluids coating his digits.

Your release hits you hard for the fourth time that night, and your legs quake with a sharp shiver down your spine. Your cunt spasms around his fingers while the euphoric aftershocks send your body trembling.

Toji removes his face from you and looks down at your dazed expression from capitulating to your high. He whistles. "Damn, you're lookin' good lying on my bike all fucked out like this, angel."

Even in a haze, you send the man a glare. "I hope you brought a towel to clean me up."

"To clean my bike, actually." Your glare hardens, and it makes the older man snicker. "Relax, I got another one just for you."

It takes a few minutes for you to dry yourself up and for the bike to be clean of your essence and sweat. Once you pull up your bottoms, Toji has his eyes on you. "Did that help with y'r stress?"

"Mmmm, yeah, I think so." You give him a peck on the scar on his lips. "Thanks, Toji."

"No problem, kid." He pulls you by the waist to bring you close so he can rest his chin on your head. "Wanna spend the night at my place?"

"......Is that why you drove me like fifteen minutes away from my school?"

He doesn't answer.

"And I'm pretty sure we've been here before because isn't this the same park that Megumi and Tsumiki play at?"

"......"

You peer up to face the silent man. "Toji—"

The older man leans down to kiss your plump lips softly, silencing your words. With a heavy sigh, he puts his forehead atop yours. "I missed ya, kid."

The tiny confession takes you aback for a moment, but your smile appears for him to see. "Awww, did my big Toji miss having me all to himself~?"

"Shut up." He playfully bites your cheek, prompting giggles that sound like sweet music to his ears.

"I missed you too, Toji." You say with loving eyes. "Once I'm done with finals, take me on a nice long ride on your motorcycle, 'kay?"

He hums to your request and kisses you once more. "Sounds like a plan."

#𝑯𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔: 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒔 #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk thirsts #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen toji #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji thirst #toji imagine #fushiguro toji x you #fushiguro toji x reader #fushiguro toji smut

[ssrleona]

homecoming (I)

pairing: leona kingscholar x fem!reader

warnings: slight angst, allusions to childhood mistreatment

word count: 1.5k

s: at your insistence, you finally visit the afterglow savannah and meet Leona's family

a/n: this was written before the tamashna muina event released. and since I haven't read the trans yet, how I describe the savannah and its culture may not be the same as it was described in game. I'm East African, and since the lion king was essentially a mishmash of East African culture (mostly Kenya, Ethiopia, and for some reason some stuff from W. Africa), most of what I describe comes from my own cultural background + light research. enjoy!

It starts with a letter.

It’s not unusual for Night Raven College to be overrun by its unruly student body, but the coming summer holiday brings a new level of restlessness that hums through the walls. Hasty stops at the school store, last minute assignments, bittersweet goodbyes. Even the faculty seem on edge and ready to end the semester.

Ruggie all but collapses at your feet when he spots you in the hall of mirrors, heaving a woven basket twice his size. It’s filled to the brim with an assortment of different packages; mailers, bags, miniature boxes wrapped in newspaper clippings and assorted wrapping paper. A neat ivory envelope tied with a golden ribbon at the very top.

He gives it to you. “Could you hand this off to Leona? I have enough on my plate as it is.”

“Is it usually this bad?” You ask, eyeing the precarious stack that’s leaning just a little too close to the floor. You turn the envelope in your hands. The words on the front are written in a script you can’t make out, only recognizing ‘Leona Kingscholar’ in the far left corner. It’s bulky, like someone crammed multiple letters inside, but doesn’t take away the luxurious quality of the paper. It’s silk between your fingertips.

“It’s from his family, so I doubt he’d read it anyways,” Ruggie comments. He hefts the basket from the floor, “Throw it out if you want.”

His family.

Besides bitter remarks thrown in passing, Leona never speaks of them. Or his home. What you’re holding in your hands is the only piece of the other Kingscholar’s you’ve ever gotten so close to. The letter is tucked away before you give the suggestion a second thought. 

“You came all this way, I might as well.” 

“You just wanna read it, huh?” 

“And you wouldn’t?”

Ruggie laughs at that, turning to the door with a shake of his head. “There’s a reason curiosity killed the cat. Something’s I’d rather not know.”

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“Took you long enough.”

Warm arms circle your waist as you enter the room, dragging you backwards until you hit the plushness of his sheets. He’s practically on top of you. Flush against him, back to chest. His head finds its way to the crook of your neck and you can feel the sigh he releases on the wisps of your hair. The softness of his tail curling around your ankle.

Leona’s tone is scalding, but the delicate possessiveness of his actions tell you otherwise.

You turn your head. Heavy olive irises sharpen as you place the letter between the both of you. “I got caught up.”

Groaning, he’s quick to toss it on the nightstand before burrowing himself further into your neck. With you two so close, sheets ballooned around you, a drowsy warmth fills you. It’s hard not to fall into it.

“That’s the last thing I need right now.” He huffs.

You raise a brow. “You haven’t even read it.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s the same old shtick. Naggin’ me to come for break.” 

He sighs. “If it was up to me I’d just stay here.”

“Aw, you’d miss me that much?” You tease, yelping as he pinches your side. The laugh pulled from his lips ease into a yawn.

“In your dreams.” Leona exhales. His breath evens out, warm against the shell of your ear as he’s lulled into sleep. 

And that was that.

In your position on the bed, you have a perfect view of the nightstand, eyes catching the glimmer of gold ribbon in the dim light.

Coming to Twisted Wonderland, you’ve constantly been thrusted into the most asinine of situations all while being told to keep your head down and leave things where they lie.

But you're a curious sort by nature. It’s a hunger, insatiable in its pursuit to pick everything apart, examine every crack and rough edge, feel the grain against the pad of your fingers, piece by piece. You’ve disrupted the debased philosophies of Night Raven College’s elite because you’re always pushing for more, not settling for less.

This is not something you are ashamed of.

Yet, as you stare at the envelope in front of you, you can’t help but feel hesitant.

Leona is an enigma, an ever changing labyrinth. The moment you think you have him figured out, the layout changes and you’re back at square one. And it leaves you starved.

You want to know him, yearn to trace his patterns like the dips in the back of your hand; know where each curve started, why it ends, and swallow it whole to keep wherever you go.

 You also know this: if you push too far Leona will close himself away and never let you see these parts of him ever again. And you’ve grown greedy.

(Something’s I’d rather not know)

You grab the envelope.

The ribbon gives easily enough, and you’re met with letter after letter, all scrawled in messy print. You realize these were written by Cheka– asking his uncle how he’s doing, when he’s coming to visit, and what he’s been up to at the palace since the last time Leona saw him. On the bottom of some of the pages were crayon drawings: portraits of his parents and scenes of Leona and him together, exploring the palace or traveling through the city. 

As you sift through, a paper falls into your lap. 

It’s a photograph of Cheka and who you’d assume to be his parents. The man in the photo is laughing, light smile lines gracing his face. Cheka’s in his arms, and the woman beside them looks at the sight with fondness. The background is flooded with the country’s namesake- an assortment of orange, yellow, and pinks kaleidoscopes together in a painting of the setting sun. It looks homey, tender and inviting, and you can’t help the smile that curls around your lips.

You’d love to be there, surrounded in that warmth.

 Leona’s scoff makes you jump, looking over at him, and his bleary eyes meet your stare. His expression was mostly hidden in the depth of your shoulder but he didn’t look pleased. You didn’t realize you said the words aloud, or that your movements woke him.

“Go be a comedian if you wanna start telling jokes.” He grunts. You turn yourself in his grasp to face him fully and his arms tighten their hold. His hair is mused with sleep, blanketing the pillows beneath. Your hands itch to touch it.

“I don’t think it’s a bad idea,” You insisted. He scowls at this, tail shifting back and forth beneath the sheets. “ I want to see the Afterglow Savannah, the palace, your family. It'd be nice to know where you grew up.”

The message is quiet. You do not tell me enough.

Leona grows silent. Contemplative. He knows when you get like this, stuck on an idea that overrules your every action, close to nothing can convince you otherwise. 

He told you once that’s a trait he liked about you in the best of times. 

( ‘But half the time it just makes you hard headed’ he said, and snickered at your glare.)

Leona knows you well, too well. Usually this would bring a coy flush to your face, but you couldn’t help but grimace at the thought.

“I just want to know more about you.” You admit. 

“You could just ask.”

“Like you’d tell me.”

He says nothing, looking through you, deep in thought. Leona doesn’t seem annoyed by your probing, but something about the furrow in his brows looks resigned. Bitter.

“There’s nothing worth seeing.” He bites out. “It’s a bunch of royals too stuck up to see past their ivory towers.”

The photo; the honest smiles and laughter.

“I’m sure there’s more than that.” You contend.

Something bubbles forth in him. A dark quality you haven't seen before. He growls deep in his throat. It’s too low for your ears to catch, but you feel it reverberate through the bed and into your chest. 

“ Yeah, the stupid age old rules they hide behind–and they're sure to ostracize anyone who steps outside it.”  He meets your gaze.“Birth order is the only thing that matters. If you’re not first then you’re nothing.”

 The vitriol in his tone catches you off guard, and the words fall away from your mouth before you can stop yourself.

“Do you hate the Afterglow Savannah?” 

Instead of the eruption of anger you expected, the brewing storm leaves him sullen.

You regret it as soon as it passed through your lips

“You really don’t let up do you?” He sighs. Leona’s voice is oddly gentle. You wait for the other shoe to drop; anger, arrogance–anything. But it never comes. His arms move you so you’re in your original position, back to chest, as if the conversation never happened. Except this time, he curls himself into you– his body hiding you away, swallowing you whole.

“Stop worrying about it.” He mumbles. “Hurry up and sleep.”

You don’t. You spend that afternoon staring at the photo, tracing over their juvenile smiles.

Leona’s was not one of them.

TBC

#twst #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #reggie buchi #twisted wonderland x reader #leona #leona x reader #leona x you #rip to ruggie as I always put him in the middle of these two

[demonichikikomori]

Something About Us

Ruggie Bucchi x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.4k+ Word Count [Ao3]: ??? Tags: Ruggie is Opening Up to You/Blood Mention

Art is by genkaimemo on Twitter!

The end.

Full Fic will be posted on Ao3!

SUMMARY:

Summer vacation. Winter Vacation. Graduation. Leaving everyone and everything behind for what you used to have. Can this really be the end? Could this truly be it? And do you have the heart to tell Ruggie goodbye?

The Headmage had called you into his office after classes had ended for the day. Although, you had already made plans to hang out with Ruggie at the beach after school. Jack even offered to look after Grim, wagging tail and all. You made your way to the office after telling Ruggie you would meet him at the gate of the school once you were done. You assumed this had something to do with an outrageous request from Crowley; which involved saving the world. But this was far more devastating. 

Crowley smiled at you, his expression warm with his hands clasped together. “Isn’t this wonderful? I have found a way to return you back to your world!” The old fae cheered with excitement as you sat stiff across from him in his dimly lit office. The only thing separating the two of you was his thick wooden desk. Yet, you felt like you were a million miles away. “... Right now?” You asked softly as a sense of dread began to settle in. Creeping its way into your bone marrow as you struggled to keep yourself from breaking down in the wooden seat. Your hands clenched into tight fists in your lap as you stared blankly at Crowley. You could feel all of the color draining from your face as your stomach twisted into tight and unforgiving knots. “If you would like to leave tonight then yes! I can make that happen!” The Headmage gave you a hearty laugh as he began to conjure a mirror beside his desk. Far too close for comfort.

“No!” You snapped as you met Crowley with scorn searing across your features, and the fae looked taken aback. You didn’t want to leave. Not yet. “I mean… It’s just very sudden…” You trailed off with a small shake of your head. “Sorry.” You apologized for the outburst as you struggled to fight back your tears. Crowley had finally found a way to send you back, and he truly planned to do so. That was the plan from the start, right?

The Headmage sat back in his puffy leather chair with his expression starting to soften beneath his mask. He was silent as he studied your body language. Then, he let out a quiet sigh. “I understand. You have a lot of goodbyes to get through. How about this?” He extended a hand towards you. His gold talons shining in the candlelight of his office. “Summer vacation is arriving soon along with Winter break as well. After that will be our big Night Raven College graduation ceremony. You may stay for the ceremony to see your friends walk and then we can send you back to your world.” He offered the deal to you, and nothing else. 

It makes sense. He couldn’t house you in Ramshackle forever. Especially since you were an alien in this world. “I’ll even print you a certificate that says you graduated with us, you are an honorary student after all.” Crowley’s words floated into one ear and out the other. And you only nodded along in understanding. “Is this a fair deal to you?” He asked, and you nodded silently. Your expression still sour and solemn. You could feel the tears beginning to well in your eyes, causing your vision to blur. Robotically, you placed your hand in his and he gave it a gentle squeeze. The sharp talons dug against your flesh, but it wasn’t painful. The light pressure helped to ground you back in reality. “It has been a pleasure to have you attend my prestigious academy. I am sad to see you go, and I hope that the other students take the news well.” Crowley placed his other hand on top of yours and gave it two gentle pats. 

You couldn’t keep it together any more. 

You pulled your hand away and excused yourself with a light bow, warm tears began to spill down your cheeks. The sight of Crowley’s worried frown made you feel even worse. Your steps were quick and you pulled the heavy doors to his office shut. Your chest felt tight. Your heart was pounding in your ears. The world felt like it had stopped spinning. And with only three trembling steps down the desolate halls; you collapsed to your knees, sitting on the checker-tiled ground bawling.

This was supposed to be exciting. This was supposed to be the best moment of your life. You finally got to go back to your old world. So why is it that you can’t help but feel overwhelmed by despair? Even the paintings started to take on depressed expressions as you continued to cry to yourself in the empty hall. Soft gasps for breath erupted past your lips as your mind began to race, and you remembered a conversation you shared with Ruggie only two weeks ago. “You don’t need to worry about a boyfriend. Eventually, you won’t even be here anymore.”  Ruggie was right. You were the student from another world, bursting out of a coffin onto a campus of all boys. Making so many memories, friends, and foes. And you would never be seen again once the school year ended.

You had no idea where to start or what to do. Your crying had become less and less intense as you picked yourself up from the floor, and brushed off the dust from your uniform skirt. You hadn’t registered the pain in your knees when you were sitting. But now that you have risen to your feet? They felt sore and bruised from you falling. You couldn’t tell if they had become scraped because of your dark colored tights, but when you reached down and pressed your hand against your knee, it was stained in a thin layer of dark blood. You felt your stomach twist at the sight, wondering if you should walk it off to Ramshackle, or go to the nurses office. But the thought was on hold when you heard your phone ring. It was Ruggie calling. 

The air around you began to grow tense, almost constricting as you hesitated to answer his call. You couldn’t tell him over the phone what Crowley said. That would be too painful, you had to tell him in person. You answered, attempting to mask your sniffling as you mumbled a weak ‘hello?’. But you couldn’t fool Ruggie. “What’s wrong?” His voice was serious as you tensed up and balled your blood stained hand into a tight fist. “I can’t- I don’t wanna tell you over the phone.” You croaked, struggling to find your voice as you sniffled and wiped away your tears with the back of your hand. “Where are you?” His tone was firm, and you shook your head. You didn’t want to see him. Not like this. Before you could find the strength to answer him, you could hear footsteps racing around the halls. 

And as you turned your head to look behind you, Ruggie was at the far end of the hall. He was panting, the phone held up to his ear as he scowled. He hung up, stuffing his phone into his pocket as you trembled. You felt… Afraid. Not because of Ruggie being angry, but because you had to tell him the truth. He now stood before you, his hands grabbed your shoulders and you lowered your gaze. “What’s wrong? I smell blood.” The firm voice began to soften as tears continued to roll down your face. 

You couldn’t tell him the truth. Not yet.

“I fell.” Your voice was weak and Ruggie began to relax. “Let’s go to the nurses office.” He offered as you started to frown, lifting your eyes to meet his. Tears continued to stream down your face and you noticed his expression fall puzzled. Only for a second. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, his ears flattened against his head; but no words came out. He bit his tongue and turned his back to you before kneeling. “Climb on. I’ll carry you.”

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Your eyes were sore with exhaustion as you sat on the little cot beside Ruggie. Your shoulders were pressed together as you stared at your hands in silence. The moon was full, and bleeding through the thin curtains of the nurses office. The pale light left a ghastly stain of white at the foot of the bed, reminding you that school had ended long ago. The two of you had been here for hours, sitting in silence beside one another. Neither of you had noticed the sun setting. And the plan to spend the day at the beach had been long forgotten. Your tights had been discarded in the trash bin, your shoes left haphazardly beside the cot, leaving you barefoot and your knees wrapped in thick cream colored gauze, now stained in dark blood. Ruggie had made a joke about you looking like a volleyball player, something to lighten the mood as he kneeled before you with your leg in his skilled hands. But you couldn’t muster up a response to give him. 

Ruggie sat with his legs outstretched and his hands resting against the thin mattress. You knew he wanted to talk to you. And he knew you wanted to talk to him. It was as if you were locked in a chicken match for who would crack the silence first. And you decided it should be you. “Hey… Ruggie?” You spoke softly, and you could see him perk up and turn his head in your direction.

You went quiet again, admiring his patience as you felt the distressing weight push against your chest. It was hard to breathe. “I have to tell you something…” Your voice was shaky and so were your idle hands. Ruggie’s eyes widened and he started to look nervous. “...What?” He asked as his ears started to flatten. The hyena looked you over with his eyes and his hands suddenly pretzeled together. Tightly. “Are…” He trailed off and looked down at his folded hands, then back at you with a nervous smile. “Are you pregnant or somethin’?” The question left you startled. You blinked in shock and he let out a soft sigh of relief. His posture sagged, relaxing as he nudged you with his elbow. “Okay… So that’s not it? Good, good. Did I getcha?” He laughed awkwardly as your face began to grow hot. “Why would you think..? I mean… I’m not.” You grumbled feeling bashful as he unfolded his hands to slide one around you, pulling you even closer to him. “You looked so sad. And you clearly have something big to say to me so… I assumed… Y’know?” The topic seemed to fluster him as well. His tail curled and flicked against the cot as the two of you relaxed against one another. “If you were… Which you aren’t… You would tell me… Right?” He asked as you looked up at him with a frown. 

Is he assuming you would hide it from him?

“I mean… I have to tell you right?” Your voice had fallen to a whisper as Ruggie looked away from you. A melancholy smile graced his lips, and for some reason… Your heart had stopped. “No. Not if you didn’t want to.” He answered as his eyes met yours. Your mind shifted. The conversation about you leaving would be halted for now. You needed to ask him about this. You didn’t see anything about this topic when you skimmed his diary. Your brows knit together as he looked away again with a soft snicker. “Don’t look like that. I’m just askin’.” It was a strange thing to ask. “Ruggie.” You called his name with a frown, and saw him freeze. “Are you… Do you have a kid?”

“No.” His response was quick. Ruggie scratched at the back of his head with a frown, and you started to wonder if maybe this was a sore spot. “I almost did.” His voice wavered and you felt your chest start to ache. This was a heavy topic. You wanted to know. But you didn’t want Ruggie to be upset either. “Do you… We don’t have to talk about it.” You assured him as he shook his head, his arm pulled away from you as he flopped back against the cot in the darkness of the nurses office. “S’fine…” He sighed as you laid down beside him starting to feel anxious. There was so much about Ruggie you still didn’t know. “I don’t mind talking about it. It’s not a big deal.” The hyena stared up at the ceiling as he looked even more exhausted than before. It was a big deal. He was downplaying its weight, and you both knew it. “I was doing things I shouldn’t have before I came here. Sleeping around.” He began with a wave of his hands, and you moved closer as you listened to the hyena speak. “And… I met someone…” He trailed off and you could see his expression start to crack. Ruggie looked like he was in pain. “She was pregnant. But she didn’t think it was important enough to tell someone like me.” His voice lowered and he began rub at his eyes with his hands. The moment you heard a sniffle, you felt the despair return. Deep in your bones, striking your soul. You moved to rest a hand on top of him, and laid your head against his chest. His heart was racing as he struggled to suppress the hitch of his breath, and you began to cry too.

“She got an abortion. Again. Didn’t think it was important enough to tell someone like me so… I found out months later from a friend. It made me feel… I dunno. I haven’t told anyone about this… Not even my Grammy…” He whimpered out as you did your best to comfort him through the story. Tears rolling down your face and onto his clothes as you laid against him. “I’m not upset that she got the abortion. I just… I’m upset I wasn’t worth the energy.” He muttered as you lifted your head, feeling him move his hands to shakily hug you close. “She could’ve told me… We were together for almost a year.” He whispered with another sniffle as you felt him hug you tighter. “I wouldn’t have been mad.” Ruggie’s voice cracked, and your hands began to grip him tightly. You didn’t want him to cry. You didn’t want him to be upset. You couldn’t tell Ruggie you were getting sent back to your world. All you could do is comfort him as the two of you fell asleep holding one another in the darkness of the nurses office. Blood and tears had dried, and the room had filled itself with soft breathing. 

You dreamed about when you would sleep beside Ruggie in Ramshackle, just as friends. 

You wondered if he dreamed about something similar.

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[strqyr]

...for every life is The Summer Mission song. probably from raven's pov, but.

look. listen. we said goodbye to all the things we loved (which 'we' are you referring to?) (you're just going to leave them? you're one to talk.) gave up our lives just to find that it was not enough (you're better at that life. better than i was.) we leapt in faith, left our solitude, our carefree peace (where did raven leave? summer was living a carefree peace... relatively speaking.) what we thought could change the world was just a childish dream (and now, it feels like a childish dream. gone... like everybody else. <- strq knows a thing or two about childish dreams.)

we failed to stop our own demise, the tragic end's before our eyes, hope has no place here (the ability to derive strength from hope is undoubtedly mankind's greatest attribute. which is why i will focus all of my power… to snuff it out, says salem as raven flies away) maybe the path that leads our way home will finally clear (if i do this right then there's nothing to worry about. <- the intention was to return.) maybe the end we tried to avoid is already here (what was the motivation for the mission?)

some roses will never bloom (summer's plan—if i do this right—didn't work) some dreams will rot on the vine (childish dreams) some lives will end much too soon (the spring maiden) some evil will never ever die (salem lol)

some wars will not end in peace. some heroes choose the wrong side (SUMMER) (but also, just choose, not will choose, like every other line in the chorus prior to this) sometimes it's worth it all to risk the fall and fight for every life / and fight... for everything we love, for all we've ever known. (to know what it is to feel loved is a fair price to some <- both summer and raven left. was ruby / yang knowing what it feels to be loved a fair price to them?) (i love you just the way you are.) (i will do everything in my power to ensure [the tribe's] survival -> [the tribe] is your family -> all i care about is my tribe—my family -> i will do everything in my power to ensure my family's survival. convince raven branwen that the survival of her people (her tribe. her family.) depends on her cooperation.) (it's. it's about mothers' love for their family okay.)

thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#rwby #is this anything

[cypriathus]

For those who stumble upon my account... Hello and how are ya? This is my very first time using Tumblr! You can refer to me as Banana Cat, Yume, Dreamy, Floof or JJ. I'm a genuinely curious individual who sometimes gets obsessed with stuff that I eventually want to get engaged with or stuff that I have no intention of trying out, but I'm very fascinated by it. I'm also just a silly, creative Canadian who's trying to get the most out of life.

My general pronouns are she/her, but I genuinely don't mind you referring to me as they/them and he/him. I will not specify my age publicly due to privacy reasons. If you want to know, just shoot me a DM/message.

Some of my hobbies include writing, drawing, listening to music, reading novels and manga, watching YouTube, occasionally watching movies, TV shows or anime, and baking once in a blue moon. For those wondering what kind of art I do, I've primarily been doing a lot of digital artwork as of now. However, I have been using traditional mediums (acrylic paint, markers, coloured pencils, and regular ol' pencils) for many years now. You can find most of my current artworks that I have shared on my Instagram account (@cypriathus). Before we move on with other stuff about me, some of my interests include psychology, sociology, criminology, law, biology, outer space, mythology, folklore, legends, religion, history, internet mysteries, and lost media.

I listen to a myriad of music artists including:

Muse

Evanescence

Set It Off

The Raven Age

My Chemical Romance

Citizen Soldier

Clarence Clarity

Fall Out Boy

Finger Eleven

Get Scared

Avenged Sevenfold

Infected Musroom and so much more

I have watched a lot of anime and there are still some I need to get around to watching eventually. Some of these anime include:

Cat Soup

Ergo Proxy

FLCL

Perfect Blue

Tokyo Godfathers

Neon Genesis Evangelion

Kaiba

Haibane Renmei

Outlaw Star

Now and Then, Here and There

Serial Experiments Lain

Summer Wars

Belle

Angel's Egg

Most Studio Ghibli movies

Cowboy Bebop

Metropolis

Steamboy

The Tatami Galaxy

Mind Game

Maquia: When the Promised Flower Blooms

Devilman Crybaby

Mononoke and so much more

Non-anine movies and TV shows that I remember watching:

Breaking Bad franchise

Seven

American History X

Coraline

ParaNorman

Mad God

Schindler's List

Final Space

Cliffhanger

Del Toro's Pinocchio

Tetsuo: The Iron Man

Possum

The Mask

The Wedding Singer

Labyrinth

The Dark Crystal

Midsommar

Hereditary

Scarface

Monty Python and the Holy Grail & Monty Python's Life of Brian

Silence of the Lambs

Popee the Performer

Mr. Stain on Junk Alley

And many more

Some manga and books that I have currently read are:

Homunculus

Chainsaw Man

AKIRA

The Girl from the Other Side: Siúil, a Rún

The Ancient Magus' Bride

Dandadan

Trigun and Trigun Maximum

Bibliomania

Heads

Goodbye, Eri

Look Back

Yogen no Nayuta

Eden: It’s An Endless World

Keyman: The Hand of Judgement

Shigahime

Rojica to Rakkasei

BLAME!

Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind

Animal Farm

The Green Mile

Salem's Lot

Lord of the Flies

The Catcher in the Rye

To Kill a Mockingbird

The Complete Tales of H. P. Lovecraft and more

Do not interact with me if you're one of the following:

Pedophile

Anti-LGBTQ+

Racist

Sexist/misogynistic

Ageist

Ableist

Someone who invalidates a person's pronouns, gender, and/or identity

Someone who supports, participates, tolerates, and/or justifies any of the above.

That's most of the stuff you need to know about me as of now. Anyways, as I mentioned in the description, I plan on using this blog as a way to share various ideas in regards to my own little multiverse. I'm open to listening to your ideas, sharing new ideas, and even constructive criticism! I hope you enjoy your stay here and I can't wait to share my ideas with y'all!

I have a side blog where I roleplay, make moodboards, and post stuff that ain't related to my work: @floofgryph

Links:

Writing request rules

Story plots and major worldbuilding

Main protagonists

Deities

Infernal beings (TBA)

Angels (TBA)

#hello online people! #i'm a silly lil' newcomer #big ass introduction LOL #looking for moots #i want mutuals #wanna hang out #mutuals #amatuer writer #amatuer art #creative writing #set it off #evanescence #the raven age #citizen soldier #100 gecs #florence and the machine #fall out boy #finger eleven #get scared #infected mushroom #ergo proxy #neon genesis evangelion #flcl #tokyo godfathers #kaiba #akira manga #trigun manga #hp lovecraft #serial experiments lain #stephen king

[jeffannieresource]

My (long, long, very long) List of Favorite Jeff/Annie fics -- Part 1b

Click here to read the notes for this list Click here for Part 1a

Tell the World That We Finally Got It Right by ameliajessica Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Feb 06, 2015 "IT'S A BEAR DANCE!" Chaos ensues! Riot! Food fight! Jeff and Annie hiding from the mayhem!

Inevitable by Waffleberry Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Feb 7, 2015 He has thought about it so many times in the summer break; of course he has; and what he has deduced is that it wasn’t just Racquel that broke in that lab. Something between them fractured.

Cry Uncle by Fayth82 Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Feb 21, 2015 He's had those words running around his head all week and it was slowly driving him crazy. It will only take one little thing to tip him over the edge.

DVD Extras by PepperF Rated: T Date Originally Posted: March 16, 2015 Movie-making, romantic melodrama as proxy, the art of subtle manipulation, and ghost (?) ninja alien robots.

If It’s Real (It Stains Your Hand Like Wine) by wright_or_wrong Rated: T Date Originally Posted: May 2, 2015 “But I think to really sell it,” Abed muses. “We need a kiss. I mean, you guys are about to die. What would keep you from going for it?” Alternate/Missing scene for 6x08.

When a Resistable Force Meets a Moveable Object by PepperF Rated: T Date Originally Posted: May 5, 2015 Things are fine, really. The kissing is just an aberration. WAS. WAS an aberration.

only fools rush in by ameliajessica Rated: E Date Originally Posted: May 7, 2015 - Aug 3, 2015 Jeff and Annie are terrible at casual sex. Well, Annie is.

Coming Clean by thebaddestwolf Rated: E Date Originally Posted: June 8, 2015 to Aug 3, 2015 It almost didn’t seem real -- that he’d finally, finally, told her, that he’d kissed her -- that she’d asked him to. After the mess he’d made of everything, all the self-sabotage and self-loathing and other self-inflicted pain, the solution boiled down to something as simple as coming clean to her. A missing scene fic, starting after the S6 finale study room kiss. Spoilers, obviously.

You’ll See How Well We Rhyme by wright_or_wrong Rated: T Date Originally Posted: June 9, 2015 "It’s probably why he’s felt so envious of Annie, going out and changing her life, chasing something new and better – and it’s probably why it was so easy to come up with alternate scenarios for the future after she got her internship. There’s got to be something better out there for him too." Post S6 finale

Advanced Manipulation and Mindfulness Techniques by PepperF Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Jan 31, 2016 Fours all have this look: alert, cunning, and ravenous. It may be hell at the bottom and heaven at the top, but one level down the pressure is enough to forge diamonds. But Annie thrives under pressure.

Intro to Freudian Slips by randomramblesff Rated: G Date Originally Posted: Feb 11, 2016 “By which you mean, Chang emails me rankings every day and I don't respond, because if I did, it would always be Annie one, Britta two.” An alternative ending to Basic Email Security (Season 6, Episode 6) where Jeff is a gupti-gupta who accidentally said something he probably shouldn't have said.

Basic Truth by PepperF Rated: T Date Originally Posted: March 20, 2016 What if Annie had been in the study room instead of Britta?

Aimless Walking and Significant Moments by greendalecoolcat Rated: T Date Originally Posted: April 10, 2016 Jeff reveals information to Annie. She takes him on a walk.

Emotional First Aid for Amateur Busybodies by PepperF Rated: T Date Originally Posted: April 21, 2016 School's out and Annie's going away and nothing really matters. Which doesn't explain why he's awake at 2 a.m. worrying about it all.

Open Doors and New Beginnings by greendalecoolcat Rated: M Date Originally Posted: June 1, 2016 An alternate version of the finale.

One More Goodbye by Nostalgia_101 Rated: T Date Originally Posted: June 5, 2016 Annie's last night in Greendale before leaving for D.C.

Five Times That Annie Seduced Jeff, and One Time She Got Distracted and Forgot (But It Worked Anyway) by PepperF Rated: T Date Originally Posted: June 7-8, 2016 I'm just going to let that title speak for itself.

Lecherous by CeleryLapel Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Aug 18, 2016 to Sept 9, 2019 Canon Divergent fic immediate post Remedial Chaos Theory

Alternative Teleologies of Narrative: A Holistic Approach by jeffwik Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Sept 3, 2016 "Or maybe the dean was right?" Annie asked. "About us?" She searched his features, looking for confirmation of what she'd been so certain of when she'd come up with the whole stupid crack-Troy-and-record-a-taunting-message-to-get-Jeff-to-admit-he-wanted-her plan.

Certainty by CeleryLapel Rated: K Date Originally Posted: Jan 22, 2017 Post-S6. Jeff and Annie are dating. They haven't yet told his mother.

Tell Me by randomramblesff Rated: M Date Originally Posted: March 20, 2017 When he first tells, her he feels partly pathetic and partly terrified. He’s been thinking about it for a while, mulling over all the ways he could screw things up. It’s not that he has a common history for ending things because of what happens in the bedroom - well, technically he doesn’t have a common history for any of it seeing as he’d only really class two or three of his past relationships as just that, genuine relationships – but he knows there’s some sort of expectation floating above him like a cloud. (or... Jeff and Annie take things slow when she gets back from DC)

You Are the Opera (Always on Time and in Tune) by PepperF Rated: T Date Originally Posted: March 23-26, 2017 It had been a long week. Hell, it had been a long forty years, and by the end of Friday he was feeling the weight of every weary minute. So he chose to blame the tiredness for what happened—that, and the tequila. He could never get the hang of tequila. It wasn't his fault he couldn't be strong for even one more minute.

Fill in the Gaps by randomramblesff Rated: T Date Originally Posted: April 27, 2017 “I’m Annie,” She stood forward, her champagne free hand ready to shake. “My fiancée.” “Pffft, ugh, sorry,” She tapped at her chest with the palm of her hand, knocking even more wind out of her than Jeff had already just done, “the, erm, the champagne, I think, didn’t settle right.”

Resolved by NE8675309 Rated: T Date Originally Posted: June 16-29, 2017 Jeff has been forced to realize his feelings for Annie just as she has decided to ignore his very existence. While Jeff is trying to make up for his own past indifference, Annie is trying to make a new start free from her own naivete. Angst and misunderstandings ensue. Post S5. Takes place during the Summer as an Alternate S6.

Basic Booty Call Etiquette by Pigzxo Rated: E Date Originally Posted: Aug 19, 2017 Their yam isn't murdered but Annie still sends that text. You're about to be screwed in the bio lab.

Just Like Always by greendalecoolcat Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Sept 2, 2017 It wasn’t just a debate kiss, or school dance make out. It wasn’t small spaces under blanket forts and it wasn’t smiles from across the room. It was sex and the most intimate moment of her life because it was with the man she loved.

Introduction to Sex Toys by Pigzxo Rated: E Date Originally Posted: Sept 11, 2017 All Annie wants is to buy a discounted vibrator at Dildopolis in peace. Unfortunately, with Jeff insisting on walking her to her door and the flash sale only lasting ten minutes, this quickly becomes impossible. The result? A messy, bumpy, totally unhealthy venture into friends-with-benefits territory.

Emotional Consequences of Cross Country Migrations (x) by cgkm2099z Rated: PG-13/M Date Originally Posted: Oct 3, 2017 This takes place mostly in between the final scene in Study Room F and when Jeff drops Annie and Abed at the airport. It's my own answer to the question: "what happened in that week in between?"

#AndAMovie by albatross9 Rated: G Date Originally Posted: Feb 16, 2018 Post season 6. Annie is surprised to find Jeff Winger on her doorstep and even more surprised when he volunteers to escort her an important work event when her real date flakes. All goes according to plan until their friends decide to crash the gala. Frankie has a surprise for everyone and the group decides that crashing Annie's work event is the best course of action. What can possibly go wrong?

The Mistakes Not Made under the Moonlight by Natalie_Carson Rated: G Date Originally Posted: May 14, 2018 During Basic RV Repair and Palmistry, Jeff sneaks out of the RV late at night unable to sleep only to find that one of the other Greendale seven couldn't sleep either.

I know that other things are not of consequence by middlemarch Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Aug 1, 2020 Something was ringing. It wasn't his alarm. It was his fucking doorbell.

Theories of Romantic Expressionism by Little_Annie_Adderall Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Aug 13, 2020 Annie's 21st birthday party. She rarely thinks of herself as "the young one" in the group anymore. But there's always one person who points out her tender age at every ill-timed opportunity. Tonight, she wants to prove her new adult identity. Although whether she wants to prove this new identity to herself or to... him... she isn't entirely sure. So on December 19, the study group gathers to celebrate Annie Edison finally going to a bar without having to be Caroline Decker from Corpus Christi. And once there, she receives a gift that changes everything.

Falling off the Precipice by HarmonizingSunsets Rated: G Date Originally Posted: Sept 29, 2020 Annie and Jeff aren’t a thing. If they were a thing, Annie would know about it. I mean…she thinks she’d know… Annie and Jeff are done with the will-they-won’t-they thing.

Casting by L56895 Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Oct 13, 2020 Jeff isn’t sure why he agreed to be casting director.

Constants and Variables by Raj_Sound Rating: T Date Originally Posted: Oct 21, 2020 to Jan 21, 2023

Advanced Beginner Knots by jeffwik Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Dec 3, 2020 In the aftermath of “Intro to Knots” Jeff and Annie hook up.

Countdown by practicingmypurpose Rated: T Date Originally Posted: Dec 16, 2020 sight, smell, taste, sound, feel.

Five by onenotewaffles Rating: E Date Originally Posted: June 16, 2021 to August 19, 2021 Set after the events of E304 in timeline 5, my third-favorite timeline.

Pottery for Dummies by naboojakku Rated: T Date Originally Posted: July 18, 2021 Annie tries pottery. Jeff quietly—then not so quietly—loses his mind.

Psychology of Deception by andropithecus Rated: M Date Originally Posted: July 21, 2021 to Aug 6, 2021 Jeff has always been pretty good at lying, and at getting out of things that he doesn't want to do. But what will he do when his Mom corners him into Christmas dinner and asks him to bring the girlfriend that he (lied and) told her he had? Lots of fluff, lots of fun, and an irritated Annie will ensue.

Cruel Summer by Olivia Sprite Rated: E Date Originally Posted: Sept 13, 2021 Jeff comes out to DC to visit Annie during her summer internship, and it takes everything in Annie not to mention 'The Annie of it all,' lest her heart is broken one more time.

All I Want for Christmas by Olivia Sprite Rated: E Date Originally Posted: Dec 24, 2021 Jeff and Annie are dating, and all Annie wants for Christmas is you-know-what. But a mysterious present means it's time to team up and investigate! A little mystery, a little snow, a classic caper; will our beautiful dummies get what they want this holiday season?

Social History and Holiday Revisionism by PinkCanary Rated: E Date Originally Posted: Dec 4, 2022 Seven years after Annie leaves Greendale, she comes back for the holidays.

#jeff x annie #fanfic recommendations #fanfiction

[underthestarlitsky]

in light of all my bunkerposting i just thought of something really interesting. there’s a lot of talk always about how the town requires it’s residents to stay within city limits and when they try to leave they get acted upon by horrible things to make them return. and i personally, me, i LOVE thé alive town. alive town i love youuu 😘😘 but if you wanna make another leap, another little hop skip and jump, i give you narrator jughead and the case of coraline’s riverdale.

okay so we all love to dream about the town being alive, as in riverdale being alive, but at the crux of it all it is alive partially because it is powered by a real human being - narrator jughead - down in the BUNKER where he’s churning out story after story to keep the town + and his friends alive. interestingly, at the end of their highschool journeys (spiritually the end of s4 but was the start of s5) jughead first squats in the andrews’ house, and then in the bunker, until he leaves for iowa. he then ends up in NYC, writes his debut novel, and runs out of material almost immediately.

now, bear with me. canonically, jughead considers himself a narrator in all situations. the final scenes of s1 e2 have him say “it may have looked like there were four people in that booth tonight, but i was there, and i can tell you, there were only three. a blonde girl, a raven-haired girl, and the luckiest red-headed boy in the world.” we know for a fact that jughead was there. we know that jughead narrated all of riverdale, and that he was there to bear witness and write it all down later. but i present to you this: what if he was a narrator for the first four (+3 eps of s5) seasons, and then he assumed the position of author instead?

at the end of high school, once everyone has left, jughead is alone in the bunker. everyone else is off to college, cheryl has sequestered herself in thornhill, and all the parents — at least the ones that would care about jughead disappearing, (fp, fred, mary) have all left too. jughead tells us that at the end of summer, he leaves the bunker to go to iowa. but we only know this because HE said so. no one acknowledged his leaving, no one said goodbye or anything. my point is - if the bunker is a place where things go to die, and being dead is the only way to leave the story (ben button, ethel muggs in s7 e18) jughead never left the bunker -> he “died” -> he could leave the story and therefore narrate it.

let me explain. i always wondered why there were THREE jugheads in the jughead paradox instead of two, but if original!jughead never left the bunker, he started inserting himself as a character into his stories instead of previously assuming his narrator status in-story, so now you have original!jughead (in the bunker), character-dale!jughead, and eventually in s6, character-vale!jughead. character-dale!jughead goes to NYC, publishes a book about the events of riverdale that he narrates, and he IMMEDIATELY runs out of content. but why would that happen, you say. why would a guy writing out his own future nerf himself so bad. to that end, i say, the fucker was lonely.

think of the beldam from coraline. she exists in a pocket universe of her own making, in which you cannot go beyond the borders of the world she has created. my theory is that the real archie-ronnie-betty triangle never come back from wherever they are. toni and the other serpents staying in or coming back to riverdale is not really jughead’s concern, not until they’re needed for the story. think about how out-of-character character-dale!jughead himself behaves. the other three do what they want - betty is nancy drew irl, archie is sacrificing himself like always, and ronnie is back to being rich (and she seems flatter as a character than before, which, y know, interesting). jughead, however, who was incredibly passive about the barchie situation when it happened, is suddenly unloading massive amounts of anger on betty years after it happened. something says to me that’s original!jughead writing how he wished he’d handled it the first time around, the yelling and the name-calling and everything. and why else would we know so little about betty’s job beyond TBK? why is ronnie’s life never discussed fully in-depth? why do we not know what war archie is fighting in? doesn’t it make more sense that a boy who loved reading classic novels and watching tarantino films (and in my version, never left the bunker to read a newspaper) wrote the love of his life his best friend into a imagined war that resembles something from a movie set? all of archie’s dream sequences take place in riverdale, on the football field. we never SEE archie in active combat — at least, none that looks believable.

the town draws them all back, except, really, it’s jughead drawing them all back. why is hiram a big bad again, buying up the entire town like he was in season one? why is reggie “evil” when he was actually a close friend of archie AND veronica in s4? why are bee and vee fighting over archie again? the nana rose alien bodies plot, the cheryl building and re-building thornhill, polly being murdered, even? all of these events mirror, to some extent, the events and the characters of the earlier seasons. the boy who missed his friends so much, who roamed an empty town in his mind until he decided he couldn’t live without them anymore. he goes from narrator to author because he got dead, and then he got lonely, and all his characters harken back to an earlier age - cheryl burning down the house, hiram being a direct threat to archie when that peaked in s3, polly not being around for most of it and when she was, her being just motivation for betty to act (because that’s all jughead saw of her).

and that’s where the jughead paradox happens. that’s three jugheads, one for dale, one for vale, and one for the bunker outside of space-time. for all we know, the only thing left could be the bunker where ethel and him are writing the stories, and all that’s left of the real world is 1950s riverdale. do you ever notice how tabitha can come and go despite not being dead in the original timeline? how she stays by jughead even in his worst moments, something no one in his real life ever did for him (in his perspective, at least) ?

jughead exited the story via the bunker, the living coffin. maybe by accident, maybe on purpose. but when he couldn’t find his way back to the riverdale where he had people he loved, he started writing about one instead. maybe for his next book — but more likely, to power a universe where only the town exists. nothing else. if his friends can’t leave - assigned to riverdale FBI office, wall street reputation destroyed, town needs him to run every government service, percival’s curse trapping them in the path of THE COMET — they can’t leave him. the town is alive and is feeding on jughead’s stories, and jughead never wants to be left behind (in the bunker or otherwise) ever again. and what is a wish except a story where you get a happily ever after?

a/n: i dont actually like this theory all that much. i much prefer the town being alive and trapping them all. but i just thought of it and i had to write it down.

#i havent watched the last ep. but i have the riverdale buzz on the brain #riverdale #long post sorry

[chaotic-on-main]

HELLO I REALIZE I FORGOT TO SUBMIT A THINGIE FOR YOUR THINGIE

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Order up!! One matcha green tea with candy for Katerino!!

Sky's Summer and 250 Follower Event!

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ canon world, mutual pining, stolen/first kiss, comfort, slight fluff, protective levi u.u

☾ Author's Note ➼ Hiya Katerino!! Thank you for sending in a request! I wish I could have made it longer but truly I don't know how to without overshadowing the pinaccle moment in this scene, yanno?? but we got slight angst, we got protective levi, we got arguments. I hope you like it!! mwah mwah k luv u bye

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The ringing in your ears cuts deep into your brain as pain from not only that but also multiple places on your body pulses through you. There’s nothing but carnage in front of you.

You find yourself on all fours on the hard ground, pebbles and glass digging into your knees and palms as you stare up at the gnarly sight of your dear friend and squad member having their life quite literally squeezed out of their body. They were already gone by the time their head was shoved in the mouth of the 15-meter titan, and you figure you were about to be in the same predicament. As the wild-eyed titan drops the bottom half of your friend to the ground, its attention is already on you.

There’s no time to scream – not like you had the energy to do so. Your canisters were empty and your wires were tangled anyway, so escape was futile. A massive hand comes bearing down on you and there's a moment of clarity as you mentally say goodbye to those that you love, eyes fluttering closed as you sit back on your knees.

You’re happy that the last thought you’d ever have is about a raven-haired grump. Though, you wish you had told him how you felt before dying. There’s peace in knowing you’ll meet him again in the afterlife.

But the deadly embrace doesn’t come.

Instead, you hear a whirring of someone else’s ODM gear whoosh past before there’s a sound of slicing and a heavy body hitting the ground. When you open your eyes, you’re face to face with the wings of freedom adorning someone’s cape. It’s not just someone’s, it’s Levi’s. He takes a moment to check for any more threats but then he’s turning around and glaring down at you.

“What the fuck are you doing!? Get up!”

Your dazed and confused face stares up at him. His words jumble in the ringing that still hasn’t left your ears. You pull your hilt triggers and as expected, nothing happens. There’s just a gentle hissing of the mechanism on your back as it struggles to release your cords.

“Just leave me here to die, Levi.” You murmur, hanging your head down in disappointment at yourself.

“The fuck I will, get up!” He marches over to you and grabs you by the arm before forcefully hoisting you up against your will. Your knees almost buckle under you but Levi’s there to hold you steady with his firm grip.

Levi’s calloused hand grabs you by the jaw and makes you look at him. Those eyes of his bounce around your face to check for any damage and then finally lands on your more than defeated gaze.

“You need to get your shit together or we’re both dying out here, got it?” You think that’s silly, Levi could never die. But you nod slowly anyway.

Before you know it, he’s wrapping your arms around his neck and ordering you to hold on before he’s releasing his own wires and your body feels weightless once again. Destroyed homes and steaming bodies of titans blur past as he pushes forward to the wall ahead. Your arms are already trembling from your own weight as you try to hold on for dear life.

Somehow you make it until Levi’s feet hit the top of Wall Maria before collapsing on the hard stone and rolling onto your back. The sky above is far too pretty for what you just witnessed down below. Levi calls your name to get your attention as he stands over you, casting a shadow on part of your beaten body. You use a hand to block out the sun as you stare up into his steely gaze.

“What happened?” He asks you. A hint of impatience seeps into his low voice.

“They’re gone, Levi. I couldn’t save any of them. I ordered them to their deaths.” You mutter hoarsely, using your arm to rest over your closing eyes. Instantly you regret it and pull it away, opening your eyes wide open to keep yourself from spinning.

Levi squats down next to you and watches you warily, a hint of sympathy pooling into his blue-gray eyes. There’s a few streaks of blood across his cheek which you realize it must be yours as it wasn’t there before. He offers you a hand that you take and he gently pulls you so that you’re sitting up and facing him.

“You did what you could.”

You look away at that. You can’t keep yourself from wondering if you could have done more, or maybe if you had been faster. Or if your gear didn’t shit out on you, your squad wouldn’t have jumped in to protect you. You could have done so much more. Tears well up in your eyes at the regret gnawing at you.

“Listen. I don’t know what happened but regardless you’re still here. They chose to fight for you to live, don’t let their deaths be in vain.” Slowly your eyes find him again. “I need to go back out there but I don’t want you leaving this wall until I get back. I’m sending someone to come look at your injuries.”

“I can still fight, I just need more gear.” You try to push yourself up, ignoring the searing pain that shoots from your hands to the rest of your body, but Levi presses a strong hand on your shoulder and sits you back down.

“No. You’re staying here, those are my orders.”

“I’m not under your squad Levi, I can do what I want!”

“I said no! Look at the state you’re in. Stay. Here.”

“I can’t just sit idle while the othe-“ You’re cut off by Levi grabbing you by the front of your shirt and for a split second you think he’s about yell in your face but he does something completely unexpected.

He kisses you.

Levi pulls you into him as his lips crash onto yours, and you feel every inch of his frustration, annoyance, and fear seeping into the kiss. Your eyes are so wide in shock that you can practically count every long eyelash that sits across his cheekbones.

And just as it started, it ends just as quickly. He pulls away and stares hard at you. Despite the cute pink flush that brushes across his nose and cheeks, his face remains stoic. You bring your shaky fingers up to your lips while blinking hard, the pressure of his lips still lingering.

“Stay.” He grumbles before standing up straight. He looks down to his ODM gear to make sure it’s functional enough. Once satisfied, he steps over to the edge of the wall where his toes hang off as he surveys the remnants of Trost from below.

As if shot with lightning, you scramble up to your feet. You almost fall face-first and you’re able to catch yourself but not without wincing in pain. Something was certainly sprained if not broken.

“W-wait Levi! We need to talk about this!” Your hand reaches out to him as if it’s going to touch him. His head turns so that all you see is the side of his face and he regards you with a side-eye.

“Tch. Don’t leave this wall and maybe we will.” He says simply before stepping off the ledge.

#sky's summer event #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #asks #answered #kat.moots💕

[typingtess]

Tiptoeing through the “New Beginnings” guest cast

Bar Paly as Anastasia "Anna" Kolchek Back from visiting the wedding planner in "Shame" in early March.

Ava McCoy as Jordyn Rountree Last seen hanging with her brother, Fatima and FBI Special Agent Summer Morehurst in late March's "Sleeping Dogs".

Richard Gant as Raymond Hanna While mentioned often, this is Raymond's first appearance since the Hanna family reunion in "Dead Stick" last fall.

Written by: Kyle Harimoto & R. Scott Gemmill Kyle Harimoto wrote "Omni", "Merry Evasion", "Chernoff, K" (season six finale), "Command and Control" as episode 150, "Granger, O.", "Ghost Gun", "Kulinda", "767", "Se Murio El Payaso", "Assets"/"Liabilities", "Venganza", "Superhuman", "One of Us", "Let Fate Decide" (season 11 premiere), "Decoy", "Answers" , "Watch Over Me", "Cash Flow", "Fukushu", "Bonafides", "Come Together" (season 13 finale) and "Of Value".  He co-wrote "Three Hearts", "Leipei", "Humbug", both ends of the "Matryoshka" two-parter (part one with Gemmill), "Smokescreen" part two, "Searching", "A Fait Acompli", "A Tale of Two Igors" (season 12 finale, with Gemmill) and "Best Seller".

R. Scott Gemmill wrote/cowrote "The Only Easy Day", "Brimstone", "Breach", "LD50", "Found", "Borderline", "Absolution", "Archangel", "Tin Soldiers", "Impostors", "Cyberthreat", "Honor", "The Watchers" and both sides of the NCIS Los: Angeles/Hawaii Five-0 "Touch of Death" episodes, "Recruit", "Free Ride", "Wanted", "Ravens and The Swans", "Impact", "War Cries", both ends of the "Deep Trouble" season five finale/season six premiere, "Inelegant Heart", "Praesidium", "Traitor", "Active Measures" (season seven premiere), "Blame It On Rio", "Internal Affairs", "Matryoshka" part one (with Harimoto),  "Talion" (season seven finale), "High Value Target"/"Belly of the Beast" (season eight premieres), "The Queen’s Gambit", "Under Siege", "Unleashed" (season eight finale), "Party Crashers" (season nine’s premiere), "This Is What We Do" (episode 200), "Các Tù Nhân", "Goodbye Vietnam", "Ninguna Salida" (the season nine finale), "Hit List", "Asesinos", "Till Death Do Us Part", "Choke Point", "The Guardian", "Hail Mary", "Kill Beale Vol. 1", "Alsiyadun", "Fortune Favors the Brave", "The Bear" (season 12 premiere), "Angry Karen", "Love Kills", "Russia, Russia, Russia", "The Noble Maidens", "A Tale of Two Igors" (season 12 finale with Harimoto), "Subject 17" (season 13 premiere), "All The Little Things", "MWD", Work and Family", "Game of Drones" and "A Long Time Coming".   Directed by:  John P. Kousakis directed "Imposters", "Sacrifice", "San Voir" part one, "The Fifth Man", "Parley", "Inelegant Heart", "Chernoff, K." (season six finale), "Active Measures", "The Long Goodbye", "Talion" (season seven finale), "Glasnost", "Unleashed" (season 8 finale), "Party Crashers" (season nine premiere), "This Is What We Do" (episode 200), "Goodbye Vietnam", "Ninguna Salida" (season nine finale), "The Guardian", "High Society", "A Tale of Two Igors" (season 12 finale), "Under the Influence", "Genesis", "Come Together" (season 13 finale), "A Farewell to Arms", all of the Afghanistan scenes from "Iron Curtain Rising" to "Zero Days" in season five and all of Kensi’s injury/recovery storyline scenes from "The Queen’s Gambit" to "Sirens" in season eight.  

#tiptoeing #NCIS: Los Angeles #NCIS: LA #NCIS Los Angeles #ncis la

[thruheavenandhighwater]

Pairing: Single Dad! Eddie Munson/ Steve Harrington

Requested By: NA

Word Count: 1,961

Series Summary: Eddie left Hawkins in 1986 with no reason to ever return. But now, a few years have passed and life has changed. Eddie finally returns home and has to deal with everything he left behind, including Steve Harrington. This story starts in May 1991.

Chapter Summary: Eddie and Steve take Lucy out for dinner. Honestly kind of filler, but it's real cute.

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The sun was hot and high over Hawkins. Eddie had all the windows rolled down, his music turned up as loud as his small car speakers would allow. Dark, round sunglasses perched on his nose as the wind whipped his hair around him. One arm sat on the open driver's side window. His other hand rested at the top of his steering wheel, a half smoked cigarette between two fingers while his thumb tapped to the beat of the music.

He nodded, offering a one handed wave to Hopper as he passed him on his way to Joe's. He smiled to himself as he thought that the last time he was here, he would have flipped the sheriff off. Maybe yelled a barnyard related insult out the window at him. But this summer had been so vastly different than when he was last home.

Eddie was older now, but that wasn't it. Being a father had forced a sort of calmness to his attitude. He couldn't afford to blow up and start yelling when he was annoyed. He couldn't risk being taken in for a night if he got cocky with a cop. And, truth be told, he didn't even want to do those things anymore. Being friendly with Hopper had gotten him out of a fine when he was pulled over for a busted tail light last week, allowing him to drive off with a gentle warning and instructions to "have Steve fix that up for you."

He pulled into the parking lot of the shop to find Steve in his usual spot. Eddie pulled up, waiting for Steve to open the door. But he didn't open the large garage door for Eddie to drive into the shop. Instead he leaned over, his hands on Eddie's open window.

"Bad news," he started with a sigh. "I'm pretty sure I've got this thing as good as it's gonna get."

"How's that bad news?"

Steve was quiet, looking away from Eddie, back to the shop. "You got anything going on?" He asked suddenly.

"The plan was to spend the next few hours watching you," Eddie answered. "So I guess not."

"What do you say we go pick up the princess and grab some food, then? It's about dinner time and I'm ravenous."

The offer brought a wide smile to Eddie's tired face. The idea of getting dinner with Steve was tempting enough. But the fact that he asked for Lucy to come along, he wanted to spend time with her, put Eddie over the edge. He smiled wider, nodding towards the passenger seat beside him.

When Eddie knocked on Sarah's door she was shocked to see him. Eddie looked over her shoulder into her living room to find her two daughters sitting on opposite sides of the living room. They wore big smiles as they tossed a small ball back and forth, prompting Lucy to crawl across the carpet between them.

"I keep trying to tell them she's not a puppy," Sarah laughed, rolling her eyes at her kids' antics. "But, hey, she's crawling like a champ, huh?"

Eddie nodded, adding to her laughter. Lucy stopped in her tracks at the sound. She turned her head around, dark curls bouncing on her head as she searched for her dad. When she spotted him she sat up on her knees and immediately put her arms up for him. Sarah opened the door wider for him to step through and collect her from the floor. He lifted her with an exaggerated grunt as held her to his chest.

"I swear I've never met a little girl who loves her daddy as much as she loves you," Sarah told him with a smile. She handed him Lucy's diaper bag, which he slung over his free shoulder effortlessly. He said his goodbyes to Sarah and the girls, giggling when Lucy raised her chubby palm and imitated his wave.

Eddie set off towards his own house, babbling to Lucy as they walked through their neighbors lawn. When they got closer to Steve Lucy started clapping, her hands smacking softly together in front of her chest when she saw him. Eddie smiled down to her, knowing that his own reaction to seeing Steve after a few weeks away would be much the same if he could.

"Hello, Lucy!" Steve called, reaching his hands towards her. He took her easily from Eddie, his smile matching hers. "How the heck have ya been, sweet girl?"

Lucy beamed up at him. Her dark eyes, that were too much like her daddy's, shining in the sunlight. She babbled, something that sounded like "pah pah pah" as she clapped her hands together.

"Yeah, pretty girl." He answered, nodding his head very seriously. "Daddy's car is all fixed up. We're going for a joy ride."

"Thought we were getting dinner?" Eddie asked.

"Is there not time in the day for both, Edward?"

"Call me that again and I'll kick your ass," Eddie tried desperately to appear intimidating with his threat. But the slight pink hue that covered his cheeks and his shy smile thwarted those efforts. "Hang out with her while I grab the car seat." He said, turning away quickly in hopes that Steve wouldn't see his blush. It didn't work.

When he returned from inside the house, car seat hooked over his elbow, he realized quickly that he didn't actually know how to install the car seat. The only time it had ever been used was on the drive home from New York. And even then, neither Eddie nor Wayne really knew what they were doing. They had opted to just buckle the seatbelt over the car seat. They decided to ask Sarah. She was more than happy to assist, showing Eddie the proper way to run the seat belt through the bottom of the seat and explaining that she should actually be backwards on the seat for safety.

The diner on the other side of town was exactly what Eddie remembered. Small and warm. The booths were cramped and the table tops were sticky. As soon as the scent of burnt coffee and onion rings hit his nose, he felt like he was finally home. Like a trip to Myra's was the one thing that had been missing from this summer.

Eddie set Lucy's car seat and diaper bag on the booth seat beside him, sliding in after her. He smiled as he watched her take in her surroundings. The bright lights, the sounds and smells. All of it was brand new to her.

"Man," he sighed, his eyes still on Lucy as he spoke to Steve. "It's so wild watching her, like, experience everything for the first time. Like, I've been in diners just like this a million times, but she hardly ever goes anywhere. It's weird to think about. Right?"

Steve was grinning when Eddie finally turned his attention to him across the table. Eddie noticed that the smile lines that bracketed his grin were deeper now than he remembered. He still had a smile that absolutely captivated Eddie, though he was getting better at maintaining his composure.

Steve's smile grew, his cheeks pushing up just a bit more. A single soft chuckle fell from his smile as his eyes scanned Lucy's expression. "Yeah," he agreed, eyebrows raising. "Pretty wild."

There was so much more that Steve had wanted to say to him. But he didn't. He just smiled and watched the pair across from him. Lucy couldn't decide where to look, her eyes darting all around the small diner. Every little thing seemed to amaze her. And every little thing she did seemed to delight Eddie. Every coo, every expression, every reach of her tiny palms towards something she wanted.

Eddie expertly fed Lucy her mashed turkey and rice as they waited for their own orders. His aim had gotten much better over the last few weeks. He stuck his tongue out a lot when he fed her. He did something similar when he played guitar, Steve remembered. Like having the pink tip of his tongue sticking through his lips helped him to focus.

After dinner, Steve needed a milkshake. Chocolate, preferably. "I'm ravenous, remember?" He giggled when Eddie seemed impressed that he had room left for anything after the massive burger he'd ordered. Sonya, as her name tag read, brought over two chocolate milkshakes with a tired smile.

"Does she like chocolate?" Steve asked.

"She's never had it," Eddie answered with a shrug.

"You've been keeping this poor, sweet angel child away from chocolate? For her whole life?"

Eddie rolled his eyes, the same pink tint brushing over his cheeks. "She's six months old, Steve."

"Nearly seven."

The pink turned a bright red and moved down Eddie's neck. He could feel his skin going warm beneath the collar of his Anthrax t shirt. He'd remembered her birthday. She'd be seven months old next week, and Steve remembered.

Steve picked up his unused spoon, ready to dig into his milkshake. He suddenly stopped. His spoon hovered over the glass.

"Can I give her some?"

"Uh, yeah," Eddie answered. He also wasn't sure if she should have it, truthfully. But she'd been eating baby food for a few weeks and seemed to be doing just fine. "Just a little, though. Just in case."

Steve's million dollar smile returned as he dipped the very tip of his spoon into the whipped topping on his glass. He held the spoon to her, his arm extended over the table top. She didn't hesitate to lick the tiny dollop of cream from the end of the spoon. Her eyes widened and Steve thought again that she looked so much like Eddie. She squealed, her hands balling into tiny fists excitedly.

"Oh, honey," Steve smiled. "That's not even the best part."

Eddie laughed as Steve took half of the whipped topping from his drink and shoved it into his mouth. Cream stuck to the corners of his lips. He felt a familiar flutter in his chest a Steve stuck his tongue out just enough to lick his lips clean.

"She is so gonna like me better after this," Steve announced confidently as he repeated a similar process as before. He dipped the tip of his spoon into his glass, collecting the smallest amount of frozen chocolate deliciousness.

She seemed wary at first. Eddie realized, once again, that this was new for her. Everything she'd ever eaten had been warm at best, room temperature at worst. She'd never had anything cold in her mouth before. Steve pushed the tip of his spoon into her mouth, gently pulling it out as she wrapped her lips around it. Both men wore bright, almost comical smiles as they watched her. She stuck her tongue out through her lips a few times, like a puppy with peanut butter.

She soon realized that Steve was right. This was the best part. Her excited noises grew louder. She clapped her hands quickly, bouncing in her seat. Eddie and Steve shared a look over the table, their own giggles nearly drowned out by Lucy's.

"Told ya," Steve winked.

After paying the bill, Steve revisited the idea of a joy ride.

"What about Lucy?" Eddie asked as he pulled away from the parking lot.

Steve turned in his seat, looking over his shoulder. "She'll be asleep before you even get up to the speed limit."

Eddie thought about Steve's offer. He looked into the rearview mirror, at the back of her car seat. He was sure Steve was right. Her belly was full, it was almost bed time, and everyone knows babies sleep like rocks when they're in the car. He smiled over to Steve, who excitedly grabbed Eddie's arm with both hands.

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I'm gonna be honest, this part and part ten were supposed to be one part. But then it got so long I decided to split it. Sorry for the filler, but I promise the next part will be better!

#steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #steddie fan fic #steddie fluff #steddie imagine #steddie au #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson/steve harrington #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve/eddie #steve x eddie #eddie/steve #eddie x steve

[armenianwriterman]

A bit late today, but HERE ARE MY THOUGHTS ON THE FINALE!

Oh that goodbye from Summer was heartbreaking. You know she knew that she wasn’t gonna come back

Didn’t expect to see Tai today, but that little moment with him and Summer was sweet.

HOLY SHIT RAVEN’S HERE TOO AND SHE WAS ON SUMMER’S FINAL MISSION?!

Oh that little flickering back and forth between Old and Young Jaune

Nice to see Alyx in the 3D flesh at long last

That is an…interesting way to defeat NeoCat. Side note, still kinda surprised to see Neo’s parents in the actual show instead of just a book.

Gonna be honest…not really a fan of Monster CC’s design.

Awww, I’m glad Ruby chose herself

THE RED LIKE ROSES REPRISE! OH MY GOD YES!

The Team RWBY Combo attack was so good!

Oh god that death for CC was brutal

Didn’t expect Neo to decide to ascend

I love the little cape on ascended little

NOOOOOOOOO JUNIPER GO WITH YOUR BUDDY

IDK it feels a bit too…early for them to go through the door already.

THE BROTHERS CAME FROM THE TREE?! I DID NOT EXPECT GOD LORE TODAY

While I do wish Juane got to keep the hair from Old Man Jaune, I do like the white streaks it left behind.

Love the glimpse of Vacuo, but what the fuck is all that Atlas technology shit doing there. Like we’re gonna need a couple fucking flashbacks to explain that.

While personally I think that everything after the big fight was a bit rushed and underwhelming in my opinion, it was still a great episode. Those first three minutes with Summer, Tai and Raven were fantastic. The fight was really well done, and that God lore was a very unexpected treat. Overall this volume is in my top 5 favorites

#rwby #rwby9 #rwby spoilers

[doyeonhd]

❝ 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒. ❞

index. . . self para timeline. . . february 2023, dance studio 2 mentions. . . of other ace trainees and npc word counts. . . 816 words excl quotes

― in the depth of winter, i finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

the news comes off as a surprise to doyeon. she had thought that her acts were finally caught; that all the sneaking out and occasionally hanging out and live busking were now something that puts the raven haired at risk. she knows that there's a price to pay for doing something she's been told not to, but can you blame her for keeping the rock spirit on? the drums in hydra does not feel the same, much less the lack of crowd to cheer her on. the fire within her flickers with threats to wear out if she had not hit her hi-hats and snare drums alongside her old band mates. it's hard to break down old habits when you meet on weekly basis, but doyeon at least works hard in not mentioning she's a trainee to anyone and especially to her close friends and band mates.

heading to dance studio number two, she comes to face a few other trainees that she occasionally share dance practices and vocal lessons with, someone whom had been in ace longer than she did yet welcoming if doyeon remembers her first day being introduced. the trainee sighs in relief, part of it knowing that she would not be punished and that she had not been caught yet since it wasn't her alone. she doubts their company representative would be as harsh as to scold her in public and in front of everyone. for worst, it could be a general warning to everyone.

doyeon looks around and wonders if she should start a conversation with the others until the ceo of all cut edge makes her appearance and greets everyone. the introduction was quick yet it did not stop the nervousness that doyeon feels. what had been so grand for the big lady of top ladder to make her very own appearance in front of everyone.

pleasantries were given where it's due; their ceo has always been a warm lady who prioritizes them being a family first rather than people whom had worked under her. the news comes after when she's done, about how they will be surprising the public with a debut in the second quarter and how doyeon will have to go through the candidate position interview that will be coming up soon.

there are other things planned out for them as well, from moving to dorms until it's their time to shine, along with calibrating intensive practices likewise their hydra peers for the debut and a trip outside south korea in march. by now, doyeon feels a sort of adrenaline rush in her blood aside. she's never been out of south korea before, much less out of seoul. her family and the extension of her families all reside within seoul so there had never been a reason for her to travel out. even when her father had to travel overseas for his orchestra, she was too busy studying to follow. doyeon makes a mental note to find out about spain, perhaps practice a few words in spanish. but most importantly, she needed help with preparing her passport and visa.

all excitement aside, the other trainees and doyeon herself have been told to put focus on their dancing and performance skills and that in due time, they'll be pulled to trained alongside a special dance instructor and his crew. the dance instructor whom now doyeon notices once the excitement and nervousness has boiled down, waves towards the girls to which all of them had bid with a bow in return.

after jang boram has bid her goodbye, all of them are give contracts to which they've been told to read through and to hand in whenever they are ready. doyeon runs through it and finds the clauses of the debut plans with rough timeline written, more information on the spain trip and of course, now with stricter rules that mentions along the lines of limitations in dating, aesthetic procedures and going out. "a bummer," doyeon mumbles to himself, thinking of having to resign herself in her dorm if not practicing now that she would not be able to sneak out.

the raven-haired trainee signs the contract, sealing away her drummer spirit. if this is the price, she's willing to pay. handing the contract back to park jisun, doyeon addresses her concerns on the passport and visa required to which the team manager informs she will work on it and advises her to not worry about.

with a smile and a bow, doyeon bids the team manager good bye alongside her future and possible teammates before heading to the sign up for a dance studio where she could release her high energy and tension towards since she could not go out. perhaps this had been for the better good. now that there aren't that many distractions, she could work hard on improving herself and gearing up for the debut.

#𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀 ⟳ 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. . . . 𝐃𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍 #hd:events #hd:ggd

[cffreereine]

[ madison iseman | she/her | 19 ] rumor has it that skyla reine has been seen wandering around town. they are a werewolf who is one of the survivors. they are known to be guarded but deep down they are meticulous. when it comes to the brewing conflict in new orleans they’re on the side of unaffiliated.  

BASICS

Name: Skyla Olivia Reine Nicknames/Alias: Sky Face Claim: madison iseman Age: 19 Gender: Female Sexuality: Heterosexual Date/Place of Birth: December 16, 2010 in New Orleans, LA Currently: New Orleans, LA Nationality/Species: American/Crescent Wolf Occupation: Certified Vet Tech/Current Nursing School Student Rank: N/A

PERSONALITY

Positives/Virtues/Skills: CPR First Aid Gun efficiency Cheer Gymnastics Softball Flaws/Weaknesses: Unrelenting Anger Aggressive Resentful Impulsive Rebellious Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

RELATIONSHIPS

Parents: Oliver Reine (Father) Emily Draxton nee Newton (Mother) Siblings: Judah Draxton (12-year-old Half-Brother) Zachary Draxton (7-year-old Half-Brother) Children: N/A Other family: N/A Spouse: N/A Current Partner: Casper Cordeaux (Kenner) Ex-Partners: TBD Boss/Employer: TBD Co-Workers: TBD Friends: Hope Mikaelson, Raven Kenner, Ember Reid, Aria Cordeaux Enemies: TBD

HISTORY

Skyla Reine was 1.5 years old when her father died and growing up without him had always left a scar that she could never truly explain to anyone. It left her feeling like a piece of her was missing and she knew there was never going to be a way to find that piece. 

When Skyla was 3 her mother remarried. 

By the time the blonde was 12, her mother and new step-father, whom she had never truly formed a connection with had given birth to two boys, Judah and Zachary

It wouldn’t be too long after the birth of her brother, Judah, that her step-dad began drinking excessively and began to beat on her mother. As a child herself there wasn’t much she could do to stop him and this only furthered the growing aggression and anger that was already building within her, the aggression of an untriggered wolf beginning to boil up as she began to come of age. 

At 12, Skyla finally found her voice and began to defend her mother against her step-dad and even more so when she discovered that her mother was once more pregnant. 

This led to her step-father turning his beatings onto Skyla and eventually her brothers until one day, just a few weeks after her 14th birthday, Skyla snapped and killed her stepfather, triggering her wolf gene which ultimately led to her attending the Salvatore Boarding School where she would meet none other than Hope Mikaelson.

Though she had been arrested for the murder, she was released due to the ample amounts of evidence that pointed towards both domestic and childhood abuse but found herself on the outs with her mother. Her brothers were the only reasons she ever returned home during the summers and breaks.

Her only childhood escape were the moments she had outside of her home with her two best friends Casper and Raven.

Oliver’s return from the dead had been a shocking revelation leaving a wake of devastation around Sky who struggled to work through the mix of emotions she was going through until her mother eventually packed her brother’s up and left town without a word, leaving Skyla to find out when she returned home from a day of work to any empty house just before the dome had come down.

Feeling trapped and not being able to ensure that her brother’s were gonna be okay, not being able to say goodbye to them had left Skyla reeling emotionally. An encounter with Oliver turning into a release of all the pent up emotions from her entire life before her father decided to have her move in with him and while hesitant and reluctant, Skyla eventually agreed.

#ffh.intro #okay it is done now #I think #tw: domestic abuse #tw: child abuse #tw: murder

[thatdammchickennugget]

Premonition - Chapter Ten

The Start Of Something New

pairing - george weasley x original female character

warnings - none

wordcount - 2.4k

set - september 1994

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King’s Cross train station was packed. Children were running around wildly, not paying attention whose path they would run into. Some of them stopping after seeing a dark-haired girl pulling not only a cart packed with luggage but also a younger boy behind her. Two little kids stopped and pointed at her luggage in awe, staring at the tiny owl sat in her cage on top of one of the suitcases. The girl sent the children a quick smile before taking a better hold on her cousin’s arm and proceeding to pull and steer him through the masses of people trying to manoeuvre around the train station. The boy’s eyes fixed on a book, not watching where he was going, only grunting whenever she pulled on his arm particularly hard.

When they finally reached the platforms, the girl spotted a myriad of red heads with one single head of raven hair peeking out in the middle, standing in front of the pillar they were trying to get to. She tried to push her feet forwards even faster, hoping to catch up to the black-haired boy with the thickly rimmed glasses, who was starting to run at the pillar, tightly gripping onto the bar of the luggage cart in front of him.

By the time they stopped in front of the pillar in the middle between platforms nine and ten, only two Weasley’s had yet to run through. Ginny was getting into position to start and took off when her mother gave her the signal.

When the girl vanished, the woman noticed the kids standing behind her and turned to greet them, recognizing the girl immediately. “Hello, dear. It’s nice to see you. Harry just went through onto the platform, he thought you would already be waiting for him,” she said touching the girl’s shoulder and stepping back to let them go first.

“It’s nice to see you too, Mrs. Weasley. And I would be if someone had not made us late,” the girl replied, glaring at the younger boy beside her. Theodore rolled his eyes at his cousin but did not try to defend himself. He finally closed his book and smiled politely at the woman in front of him. Elliana gave him a nudge forward, telling him to go and that she would take care of the luggage and that she will see him later. Without another word he made his way to the platform.

Ellie went next, waiting for the kind red-headed woman before continuing her way to the train. The older woman was making polite small talk, asking about her summer and her brother as they walked and searched for the rest of the Weasley’s. They were not hard to find, and Harry spotted them arriving first. He quickly jogged over and helped Ellie with her cart, pulling it to a stop next to his. Before he could say anything, the girl had already engulfed him in a bear hug. She then grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him away a little, taking a look at him.

“How are you taller than me now? What have you been eating?” she joked and let out a groan when she caught sight of Harry’s best friend standing behind him. “You too, Ron?”

Mrs. Weasley let out a laugh, ruffling through Harry’s hair with a loving look on her face. “I have been feeding him well. You will have to get used to it. I’m the shortest person at the burrow now, Ginny had a growth spurt as well this summer,” she told her and mentioned towards the younger girl, now standing at the same height as Ellie.

Ellie went to greet the rest of the Weasley family, shaking Mr. Weasley’s hand and sending the twins a wave and a smile. “It was nice seeing you all again. But I’m going to go try and find my friends now.” Ellie bid the group goodbye and took a hold of her cart again. “Let us help you with your things.” Harry took the cart from her, and Ron took the one he was sharing with him, as they followed her to the luggage wagon.

The younger boys helped lifting up hers and Theo’s suitcases and stowed everything away except for her book bag and the cage her owl was sitting in. They told her not to worry about the cart. She thanked them, hugged her cousin one more time and then shouldered her bag and picked her owl’s cage off the floor to go look for her friends.

It took her a while, but she managed to find the compartment her friends were sitting in before the train took off. Two girls inside let out excited squeals at the sight of her and barely let Ellie set down her owl before throwing themselves at her. A second later the three of them were a giggling mess on the ground, each of them talking over each other until the blonde boy sitting by the window finally had enough and let out a loud whistle, catching their attention.

“Hey, I’m also here,” he said, and Ellie pulled herself out of the other girl’s grips and plopped down on the seat next to him, leaning over to give him a hug.

“You know you could have just joined us on the floor,” she told him and sat back, taking a look at her best friend. Her mouth fell open and she reached out a hand to touch the little ponytail at the back of his head. “I like your new look, golden boy.”

He smacked her hand away, rolling his eyes. “Tell that to my mom, she hates it. She threatened to cut it off in my sleep.”

“Well, good thing she didn’t. It looks hot,” the girl sitting cross-legged on the seat across from him said. The Slytherin girl had her shoulder length dark curls pulled into two little pigtails and was sporting a brand-new leather jacket.

She was now arguing with the boy in front of her as the train slowly started moving. “I will not let you braid my hair, Jim,” Cedric told her, making her groan out loud.

“Please, Ced. Just once, I swear it will look good,” Jimena shot back and Ellie decided to ignore them both for now, until she was pulled back into the conversation by her friends.

“Ellie, Simone. What do you think?” Jim asked, knowing the girls would probably be on her side, no matter what they were arguing about.

The dark-skinned and freckled girl sitting curled up across from Ellie, nose already back in a book, did not even look up from the pages, just nodding her head and holding up one of her thumbs. Jim sent Cedric a triumphant look before asking everyone about their summer.

Hours later Ellie was sat between Cedric and Simone at the Hufflepuff table, everybody chatting about some great announcement Dumbledore would make after the feast. Apparently, a lot of other students had been told about some competition that would be held at school this year. Ellie chose to stay quiet and listen, not having heard anything of the sort from her uncle.

The hall fell silent as Professor Dumbledore stepped up to the podium after everyone had stopped eating. The professor cleared his throat, making sure he had everybody’s attention.

“Well, now that we are all settled in and sorted, I would like to make an announcement,” he started talking. “This castle will not only be your home this year, but home to some very special guests as well. Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event: The Triwizard Tournament.”

The chattering around the hall picked up again at that and Cedric turned to look at his friends, excitement written all over his face. The professor had to clear his throat once more to get the students to pay attention to him again. “For those of you who do not know, the Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school a single student is selected to compete. Now let me be clear,“ he looked around the hall with a serious expression. “If chosen, you stand alone. And trust me when I say, these contests are not for the faint-hearted.”

Ellie looked around at the other students at their table. Everyone seemed to be excited and many of them looked eager to compete. She then shared a look with Simone, and the girls did not need to exchange words to tell the other they would rather go on a date with Professor Snape than compete in a deadly tournament. The boy to her left did not seem to share that opinion. He was already telling the students sitting across from him that he hoped to be selected.

“The schools joining us this year are the Durmstrang Institute and the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. They will arrive the day before Halloween. The three champions will be chosen after the Halloween feast. And one more thing.” Professor Dumbledore’s face turned serious again. “The contest is made up by three extremely dangerous tasks. For this reason, the ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule.”

He then introduced the head of the department of International Magic Cooperation, Mr. Bartemius Crouch, but before the man had the chance to start talking the rumble of thunder was heard from above. Everybody’s head shot up, seeing lightning flash across the enchanted ceiling. For a moment the hall fell into chaos, people started screaming and the teachers looked confused. But then Ellie saw a grizzled looking man walking on a wooden leg storm into the hall, whipping out his wand and casting a spell. The ceiling went back to normal, and the hall fell silent once again.

The man stowed his wand away and made his way to the front of the hall. Ellie could hear people whispering about him around her, but she recognized him easily when he got close enough to see his face. It was Alastor Moody, probably the most famous Auror of all time, and she remembered his face from some of her parent’s old photographs. The man hobbled up the small staircase leading to the raised floor the teacher’s table and the podium stood on, limped past the long table with the teachers and went to shake Professor Dumbledore’s hand in greeting. He then walked to the corner next to the table, turned his back to the hall and quickly took a couple of sips from a flask he pulled out from his coat. Well, that was certainly weird.

Mr. Bartemius Crouch then stepped back to the front, spreading out his arms as he began talking, explaining that no student under the age of seventeen was allowed to partake in the Triwizard Tournament. He earned himself a round of booing and shouted complaints, the loudest coming from the Weasley twins at the Gryffindor table. Dumbledore stepped in to silence the angry crowd of students.

Soon after the students were all on their way to their respective common rooms. The three Hufflepuffs made a quick stop at the Slytherin table to talk to Jimena before the Slytherin girl followed her dormmates down to the dungeons. Ellie excused herself from her friends to hurry over to the Gryffindor table, where Harry and his friends were getting ready to leave. Ron immediately questioned if she was going to put her name up for selection and she sadly had to disappoint him by saying no. They all bid their goodbyes and she caught up with Cedric and Simone again, walking to their common room.

Feeling extremely tired, not having been able to sleep due to nightmares the night before, she told her friends she would go to bed early, while they went to take a seat on one of the couches with some other students from their year. She slipped through the big round door to the right and made her way to her dorm room.

Ellie smiled when she pushed the door shut behind her, seeing the small owl staring at her from her cage, that was placed on the trunk at the end of her bed. She walked over to it, opening the latch, and finally let Nora out of her cage. The little owl nibbled at her finger for a moment and then jumped out of the opened cage door, flying onto the owl perch at the side of her bed. The girl reached into her book bag and fished out a bag of treats, feeding Nora one before throwing her bag down next to her bed, letting herself fall backwards onto the mattress and covering her eyes with her arms.

No matter how tired she felt right now, she was treading the moment she turned off the lights and actually tried to fall asleep, not feeling very lucky tonight. While Dumbledore had been a big help with her problems, they still had not found a way to keep the nightmares in check. The only thing that had helped so far had been sleeping potions, which the Professor had advised her to not take every night as you can get addicted easily. And even those failed to work sometimes.

It did not help that her brother, Dominic, had not responded to any of her letters in six days. If he was busy, he would often not find the time to reply for one or two days. But he would at least send her a note saying so and letting her know he was busy, writing her a full letter back at a later time. This was the longest she had not heard from him, and she grew more worried every day.

Deciding to give it one more try, she pushed herself up, taking a quill and a sheet of parchment out of her bag. Taking a seat at the desk next to her bed, she dipped the quill into the ink and began scribbling on the parchment. She did not write a lot. Just including that Harry, Theo and her had made it to Hogwarts safe and that Dumbledore announced that the Triwizard Tournament would be held here this year. She signed her name and rolled the parchment up, grabbing another treat from the bag and walking over to where her owl was sitting. She fed Nora the treat and then handed her the letter, telling her to bring it to Dominic and apologizing for making her fly this late.

After closing the window behind the owl, she grabbed her pyjamas from her suitcase and went to get herself ready for bed, hoping it would be a nightmare-free night.

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[bridgyrose]

You knew this was coming. Horror/Angst Prompt: 235, Rosebird.

(Was wondering when someone would use this. Guess it's time to hurt people)

235: “I miss you… I really miss you. I wish I could have saved you.”

Summer: *sitting at the edge of a cliff, sighing* I… I should've been there to help you. To keep you safe.

Summer: *pulling out the shattered remains of her weapon, a gift from her lover* I… I miss you. I miss you soo much… I should've  been there to save you. To keep you from falling to the dark. 

Summer: *looking up to the sky, the veil parting enough to watch Raven talk with Cinder* Raven, my love. Im… Im so sorry I failed you. I told you I'd stay with you forever and now we're a world apart. I tried so hard…

Summer: *reaching out to the image of Raven she saw, her own hand bloodied* Please keep yourself safe. 

Summer: *feeling a wind pick up, watching her body turn to rose petals as they flew off in the wind* And please keep our child safe.

#rwby #skits #summer rose #rosebird rwby #rosebird #angst drabble #yeah its a bit short of a true drabble #a final goodbye from Summer to Raven #angst

[smoochkooks]

—chapter eleven: a thousand times yes

this is a part of my an ode to a broken heart drabble series.

pairing: jeon jungkook/reader

genre: unrequited love, best friends to (?), heavy angst, smut

word count: 2.1k

summary: looking at jungkook standing in the middle of the wedding hall, waiting for the love of his life to walk down the aisle, you’re falling in love with him all over again.

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a/n: it’s finally here, the infamous w*dding chapter. i have planned another extra chapter that’s gona be published sometime soon after this one with one or two extra scenes that didn’t make the cut to this one so stay tunned! 

Sometimes you wonder when was the first time you fell in love with Jeon Jungkook.

Was it twenty years ago, when you were just two, timid kids sitting next to each other on the first day of school? Was it when that doe-eyed, bunny-toothed boy with raven hair shyly tapped you on your shoulder and asked for your name?

Was it during that awfully hot June eleven years ago, when his fourteen-year-old heart promised you sweet nothings you were holding onto until this very day? When his mother's peonies were in full bloom, and so was your love for him?

Was it six years ago, when he draped his sweater over your shoulders, when summer was coming to an end and it was time to step into adulthood and say goodbye to your childhood for good?

Now, looking at him standing in the middle of the wedding hall, waiting for the love of his life to walk down the aisle, you’re falling in love with him all over again.

It’s a beautiful day to get married. It’s like mother nature has decided to have mercy on the newlyweds and instead of the cloudy sky all weather forecasts were predicting, she’s blessing people with sunshine. Her silent permission for two hearts to be joined.

The wedding hall is slowly filling with more and more guests, and the lump in your throat gets tougher to swallow. As if sensing your distress, a hand finds purchase on top of your knee. It’s a simple gesture – one of comfort and solace, meant to ease the pressure. Fingers marred with years of playing the piano grace the material of your beige dress, as though to say: I’m here. You’re not alone.

Lifting your gaze, you’re met with a pair of steely grey eyes, almost feline like, staring right back at you. A small smile dances on his thin lips. It feels both distant and familiar to have him by your side again, under such circumstances.

Min Yoongi, your first and only boyfriend you’ve ever had, now accompanying you to Jungkook's wedding.

You met three Springs ago in a true movie-like manner, when cherry blossoms were in full bloom. Hurrying down the stairs from your university’s library, you hadn’t noticed another person walking past by the building. The stash of papers, your notebook and Unbearable Lightness of Being found themselves scattered on the ground before you.

“Shit.” The man you bumped into cursed.

Muttering quick apologies, you crouched down to pick your stuff up, embarrassment already heating up your cheeks.

“You know, I don’t mind the stains on my shirt but I can’t deny it’s a huge waste of coffee.”

Confused, you rose from the ground and, for the first time, truly looked at the stranger and then you saw what your commotion exactly caused.

He spilled coffee all over his white shirt. Thanks to you.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I can give you money so you can have it washed.” you blurted out, clutching your books tightly to your chest now, as if they would fall out of your hands anytime soon again.

To your surprise, he chuckled, showing just a glimpse of a gummy smile. “That won’t be necessary. Contrary to popular belief, I have a washing machine at home and know how to use it.” he said, flashing you a lopsided smirk this time which you awkwardly reciprocated with a smile of your own.

The man before you was attractive, that much you could tell. His hair was a dark shade of brown, almost black, but it shone lighter in the sun. He wore glasses and the white t-shirt you recognised as one of the more expensive ones, from the brand Jungkook would definitely know the name of. And now it was stained brown.

“I would be more mad if the person who had spilled coffee on me had a crappy taste in books,” he commented and seeing your puzzled expression, he added then, “I saw the title when you reached to pick it up. Have you read it already?”

Following his line of sight, you looked down at the book you were holding. ‘’Yeah, I’m writing an essay on it right now,” you replied. “It’s one of my favorite books.”

He smirked in the same manner as before, one corner of his mouth lifting. “Great. Maybe you’ll tell me more about your essay on the way to the coffee shop I had been coming from before you bumped into me?” he proposed, not a hint of shyness in his voice. “I never start my day without a good americano and you definitely owe me one now, yeah?”

Stunned, you could only nod and mutter a quick “Yeah, okay.”

“By the way, I’m Min Yoongi. Music theory.” He extended his hand and you shook it.

“___, literature and creative writing.”

And this is how your friendship had started. Because at the beginning, it hadn’t been anything beyond that. Beyond drinking morning coffees together and talking about books. Until one day he took you to the conservatory and played piano for the first time in front of you.

You remember this so vividly – the day was nearing its end, and he chose to play Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata as if to summon the moon to appear on the sky. You remember how his fingers grazed the keys with such passion and delicacy, how each sound was filling you with emotions you had never felt before.

And he kissed you that day, in the dimly lighted room, and you did not hesitate to kiss him back.

Maybe that was what you needed back then. Someone to pay you attention, make you the center of their world. You desperately wanted to wipe the thoughts of Soojin and Jungkook out of your head, how happy they seemed to be together.

Being with Yoongi felt like a breath of fresh air, but it had never made you feel wholly complete.

He was a good boyfriend and you liked being in his presence. You trusted him enough to let him take your virginity and to this day, he’s been the only man to bring you pleasure.

The one thing Min Yoongi lacked didn’t have to do anything with how he looked or acted. He just wasn’t Jungkook. And after some time, despite yourself, you couldn’t physically stop comparing him to your best friend.

You didn’t want him to feel like he was your ‘second choice', like you were choosing to be with him just to get over your unrequited love because Yoongi deserved so much more that you were able to give him.

That was why you decided to call it quits. He told you then that he’d been feeling for quite a while that something had been wrong and he wondered: why hadn’t you ever introduced him to Jungkook if he was your best friend?

“That’s when I knew why,” he said, smiling to himself, though there was anything sincere in that. “Because you haven’t told him about me either.”

For the one last time that day, you let yourself forget, as Yoongi stripped you bare and exchanged his goodbyes with you the only way he knew how – by bringing you to the brick of pleasure and then making you surrender to it, let it consume you whole until every fiber of your being was high with ecstasy..

When you called him two weeks prior to the wedding, you honestly didn’t think he would say yes. But here you are now, with him by your side as your plus one

“___,” You hear Yoongi whisper, pulling you out of your thoughts. ‘’I need to ask you this again, just to make sure. You don’t want us to pretend that we are together?”

You shake your head. “No, none of that. I just.... I want you to be there. It’ll be enough. I don’t think I’d have survived this on my own.” you admit, toying with the golden bracelet on your wrist.

Being here, all alone, and witnessing the man you are so hopelessly in love with getting married to another woman seemed like an impossible task to do. But Yoongi was nice enough to leave the past behind and accept your invitation.

“I’m publishing a book in a few months,” you say suddenly, and turn to gauge Yoongi's reaction. His eyes has widened and a mixture of shock and something akin to pride appears on his face. “It’s gonna be released under pseudonym. But once you see it in a bookshop, you’ll know it’s mine.”

“___, that’s amazing. Congratulations.”

His hand squeezes yours, and for the first time since you’ve arrived at the wedding hall, you truly smile. “You’re the first person I told this. Well, besides my proffesor who encouraged me to do so and the entire publishing company."

The corner of his mouth lifts and just like years ago, you’re blessed now with his signature lopsided smirk. “Can’t wait to read it then. I bet it’s gonna be angsty. I remember you used to love read sad things.”

Despite the ironic accuracy, you manage to laugh. “Yeah, something like that.”

Your conversation is interrupted by the start of the ceremony and as you hear the first tunes of music, you nearly forget to breathe.

“It’s gonna be fine, ___,” Yoongi says. “Don’t let this moment define your whole life.”

Desperately holding onto that sentence, you watch as Jungkook takes his place on the podium and smiles, awaiting Soojin to walk down the aisle to join him.

He’s your past, your present but won’t be your future.

Lonely tear slides down your cheek but before Yoongi would notice, you wipe it with your finger.

Don’t let this moment define your whole life, you chant in your head as the ceremony begins.

“I still remember the exact day, when Jungkook told me he will never, ever get married. It was rather bold of sixteen-year-old boy to declare, but let’s just blame his emo phase and My Chemical Romance for that statement. Bit too dramatic, wasn’t it, Kook?

Look at you now. You’ve come a long way since, and please – Mrs and Mr Jeon cover your ears right now – you got so drunk on your eighteenth birthday party that three people had to drag you to bed upstairs because you couldn’t stand straight. I know your own wedding is a great opportunity to get drunk and celebrate but, for the love of God, remember there’s your wife sitting right there and you wouldn’t like her to witness your downfall, both metaphorical and literal, right?

Usually it’s the man of honor's responsibility to deliver a speech but Junghyun-oppa asked me to fill in for him because of a very particular trait of mine – I majored in literature and creative writing so I just simply have to know something about love. And as you can imagine, I’ve read tons upon tons of love stories in my life. Pride and Prejudice, The Notebook, Great Gatsby, Gone with the Wind – to name a few. And each time I’ve been wondering – is it truly possible for love like that to happen in real life? What it takes to have a love so strong it extends beyond rationality?

Sometimes all you need is to be at the right place, in the right time for the lighting to struck and link two souls together with an invisible string of fate. And when I look at our bride and groom, I imagine it was like that for them. The kind of love even Shakespeare couldn’t find the right words to describe.

Choosing a person you’re gonna spend your whole life with is one of the most important decisions you can make. You started off this day as Soojin and Jungkook – two individuals in love, and you end it as husband and wife. There’s a lot of challenges before you and it won’t always be as perfect as today but if you keep love in your hearts, every storm will pass.

Having someone you love by your side is a gift not everyone can be blessed with but you were lucky enough to meet each other. Today we all gathered here to celebrate that beautiful marriage and your great love, so now, please, everybody, join me in a toast to the bride and groom.”

Champagne tastes bitter on your tongue but you don’t let anyone know what you’re really feeling, smiling and accepting the round of applause instead. Is it for you? Is it for Jungkook and Soojin? It’s more likely dedicated to the latter.

“You did great.” Yoongi whispers in your ear when you take a sit next to him. You force yourself to nod in acknowledgement.

Looking around the wedding venue, you’re searching for the only person you seek approval of. And then your eyes meet.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say there’s spark of melancholy and longing in his gaze, in his smile, as he raises the glass to his lips.

And just ike that, this chapter of your life comes to an end.

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