#but I finished woh a while ago

[deadpoolsmom]

okay fine I’m finally giving in and watching the untamed

#I have only seen limited gifs but i know there’s cultivators/magic and guys in headbands #but I finished woh a while ago #I’m braced to learn the names of like 70 people in identical outfits #I got glasses now I can probably tell their faces apart #the untamed

[paintedstories]

Apocalypse

♥ song of the story OWN MY MIND -maneskin

gif from @yonglixx ⚠: mentions of zombies: mentions of blood and death; mentions of Felix killing zombies; mentions of his family being dead(I'm sorry 🙏 its for the plot); mentions of readers family being dead(sorry again) ⚠: can be considered a fluff story if you don't mind the theme ⚠: Survivor Lee Felix x Survivor fem reader (she/her) ⚠: In this AU skz doesn't exist, meaning, that Felix doesn't know any of the members.

panting could be heard from the girl hidden in a long ago abandoned house.

"ahh, shit-" she breathed under her breath, exhausted from running, punching, and killing all day. She started searching carefully throughout the house, carefully to not make too much noise, walking and finding things that might be helpful. After putting all the things she found in the middle of the room, things such as cans of fruits and food, screwdrivers, knives, soap, and ladies' necessities, she decided to choose what she exactly needed and go on a run outside, maybe find some abandoned shops or hopefully a pharmacy, as she was in a new city.

while walking she stumbled across an alley and decided to go in it to rest, as she did not see or hear any of those horrifyingly disgusting creatures she sat down close to one of the big metal trash bins, fortunately for her, it did not smell that bad, as it has had not been used for at least 5 months. while she carefully opened one of the food cans she found, she suddenly heard something, or rather someone walking. Scared she rapidly put the can down and got up with her knife to kill who was coming next.

"hey- woah, woah, mate slow down, I'm peaceful!" he whisper shouted while putting his hands up making her put the knife down and look at him with a serious face. "I'm warning you if you try stealing from me, I won't hesitate to murder you," she said sternly while sitting down and starting to eat from the can. But he continued staying on guard next to her. "what are you doing?" she looked at him weirdly but he doesn't say anything, only smiles and sits next to her, after approximately 2 minutes the hands him the other half of the can that she didn't finish intentionally. "eat" she said not looking at him. "woh thanks!" he exclaimed and smiled brightly "didn't eat something non expired in ages haha" her face fell after hearing that. How, how, what happened here. she thought while slowly peeking to look at his shadowed dirty face. poor guy was all she could muster in her thoughts. "want more?" she looked at him while handing him another can, now with a different type of food. " no, no, I can't, it would be too much! I don't have anything in return!" he said while shaking his hands showing that he meant it. "No, really take it, I have more, found a house, 30 minutes away, very quiet no monsters, and it has a lot of food. maybe you would want to come with me, you know, two is better than one," she said while scratching her back of the neck.

"Really?- are you joking with me? because if not I'm coming!" he smiled while sitting up and holding his hand to her. As she took it, first time making skin-to-skin contact with the stranger she felt a spark in her heart and worms in her stomach, no she felt butterflies, she shacked her head gently and started to walk a little bit in front of him to lead the way.

On their way to the house, they chatted and found out that his name was Lee Felix, an Australian. They encountered 3 zombies too but decided to just run off, as it was night time and they wouldn't be seen.

Arrived at the house she shows him around, and he helps her to patch the broken windows and unnecessary rooms.

While searching for a good room Felix found a basement, the basement of the said house, deciding to investigate right then, as it was night and the zombies were mostly asleep and easier to kill. Big luck for them was that inside was only one, a guy, the owner of the house they declared. After y/n killed it and Felix helped by dragging it outside the house in front of the yard and throwing it on the fence, as protection from other fellow zombies, because if they smelled the blood of the said zombie on the fence they would pass the house and not get in even if heard any sounds from inside. Of course, it would smell bad but good thing that the smell didn't get too close to the house.

After rearranging the whole basement, meaning, getting all the things in the living room, then putting on a big bed for two inside the room, of course, cleaning it very well. They might have been in the apocalypse but to be clean still helps. good thing the basement was as big as the house, large enough to put some of the kitchen and bedroom furniture down, creating a little house, sadly inside the basement was only the installation for water, not the toilet too, so the bathroom remained inside the house. Not too big of a problem as the house looked like it never been touched by the filthy hands of those zombies.

"few, we're finally done!" Felix said happily while slumping on the bed."ey get your dirty butt off the bed, you need to change and shower....." she realized that the water from the bathroom didn't work anymore, only the one in the basement, the reason being that the installation was made so that water will work even without electricity, but that only in the basement. " haha shit, we got to wash with cold water" she sighed as she plopped next to the bed resting her back on the bed leg next to a now floor sitting Felix. "haha jokes on you, not washing with cold water" he laughed "then sleep on the floor"

hey, hey, hey! my cherry's hope you liked this story if you want part two ✌ tell me master list 📃 feel free to request your deepest desires!

#stray kids felix #felix imagines #felix icons #lee felix #felix smut #sub felix x fem reader #hybrid skz #skz smut #sub skz #skz texts #skz stay #skz x reader #skz fluff #skz seungmin #skz hyunjin #stray kids #lee know #seungmin #bang chan #han jisung #skz han jisung #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #skz scenarios #skz au #skz #kpop fyp #Spotify #mimis work

[jaywalkers]

twenty questions for fic authors

i was tagged by @decaflondonfog! thank you, i loved reading all of your thoughts on your own writing so i'm vv excited to do this.

How many works do you have on AO3? 21 revealed, and then my super secret fic for the @aftgthenandnow fest (which people should totally go and check out if they haven't already)

What's your total AO3 word count? 443,022 words, which is horrifying and likely to hit 500,000 by the end of this year. lord have mercy

What fandoms do you write for? i'm currently very happy in my tfc shaped hole and have been for the last while but i do have some wips floating around for the likes of teen wolf (long live cringe) and mdzs still!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? these bad boys! total pick'n'mix of fandoms here a made thing [10k, sangcheng, T] sunset, like survival [86k, kandreil, E] postcard mouth [7k, matchablossom, G] the post-impact stage [3k, andreil, G] work song, crawl home [3k, sangcheng, G]

Do you respond to comments? Why/why not? in all honesty once i've written a fic it's out there in the world and i am absent from anything going forward of it. i dearly, dearly appreciate everyone who puts time into commenting because it truly is the thing i stick around fandom for, but i don't have the time or energy a lot of the time to reply effectively and to not just keep repeating thank you's!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? considering it uses the 'Bad Ending' tag, it'll have to be a room full of knives! it is canon-compliant though, so is the angst really my fault?

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i feel like most of my fics have a somewhat happy ending, if not just a simple open-ended one, but i might say sunbreak for this because the ending of it is very joyful and there isn't much else left to say to hide the happiness.

Do you get hate on any fics? not really! i did get the worlds most insane comment on NOSTOS a couple years ago that was kind of horrible to read but it was anger at a character and not my fic lmao.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? i'd never written it until this year because it was on my writing goals list for the year! i can't really say what kind because i've only written a couple of scenes so i'm not sure where they sit in the grand scheme of things but i have written some!

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've ever written? not really! i am a big AU fan — the kandreil teen wolf au i wrote this year with the beloved and highly esteemed @dayurno is probably the craziest, but i have a kandrew 'gideon the ninth' au planned too! if we're talking actual crossovers, there was a hilarious in-joke au partially written in a group chat a couple of years ago that was a WOH and MDZS law firm au. xue yang owned jby's soul. wei wuxian had bitcoin. i have a customised t-shirt for it.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? yup! and it's the reason i put writing away for about four years when i was in high school because i was so demotivated to share my stuff.

Have you ever had a fic translated? i think there's two or three of my fics that i've given permission for russian translations! i don't think they've been finished though so it would be cool if that ever ends up happening!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? as stated earlier, i spent eight months in an echo-chamber with @dayurno in which we went into a mutual fugue state and came out with wet-eyed banshee kevin and his high school boyfriends. maybe one day we'll get to the twinyards sequel of it i do also have to shoutout @picturedframes who was half of the mastermind behind sunset, like survival, and has contributed an insane amount to other works like diachronic and all that looking down.

What's your all time favourite ship? don't ask me this,,,, it chops and changes from year to year! i think in favour of being nice to myself i'm going to just say percabeth — they're the OGs from day one and they still hold up in my heart

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? either my 'the old guard' wenzhou au, or the other installments of the nostos 'verse! i loved them dearly at the time and i do think they would be well worth writing still, but my interests have moved on fandom-wise slightly! maybe one day i'll revist them, but not any time soon i don't think.

What are your writing strengths? ohh. digging my teeth into a character, i think. i use fic as a way to kind of just write thesis' and loveletters and stories all at the same time, and i think i'm good at holding up a character and writing out what makes them tick! and maybe a weird one but fleshing out the wider world? i'm very proud of like, my background characters. describing people who take coffee orders and who are studying in the library too and who are one-line classmates.

What are your writing weaknesses? this time last year i would have said dialouge but i think i've gotten better at it this year! probably being too verbose. i think i have a tendency to get carried away with thoughts and descriptions and i think sometimes that means they lose their potency when i really need them! it's a goal for next year i think; learning how to pare back my writing and make it more effective.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? ahhhhhh aha ha ha aha . you're talking to the bitch who's current fic is all about kevin relearning gaeilge/irish so you bet there's a lot of dialogue in other languages in it! also diachronic and sunset, like survival both have a substantial amount of other languages: diachronic uses french, gaeilge, and japanese, while sls throws german into the mix!

First fandom you wrote for? the bible just kidding lmao though i did write stories when i was in catholic school with biblical characters. i think it was fairy tail!

Favourite fic you've written? noooooo don't make me answer this one. there's many different questions inside of that one question (what one i'm most proud of, what one i feel the most for, what one i had the most fun with), and i don't think there's one that works for them all. i think i'll say diachronic, maybe, for now. my first forway into the head of my beloved kevin day and certainly not the last.

i don't know who has/hasn't been tagged in this so it's an open invite, but i am going to tag @dayurno @sunriseinorbit @moondal514 @kamyska

#thank u mari for tagging me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lots of fun procrastinating study with this #my fic #asks+answers

[joylinda-hawks]

I knew you were close to Siji Manor. However, I didn't expect this... WOH, episode 25, part 3. ZZS replies that he knew that WKX is closely related to Siji Manor, he didn't expect it. WKX doesn't let ZZS finish his sentence, claiming that Siji Manor disappeared a long time ago. He saw ZZS doing the steps of his sect, took it as a clue and followed him. Even when ZZS withdrew Bai Yi, WKX was not entirely sure about ZZS's identity. Eventually, ZZS told Zhou his name. WKX adds that he guessed and quotes fragments of the poems: "holding your hand, I am happy with the passing clouds. He states that ZZS has a beautiful name. Both men drink wine. ZZS asks WKX if his name is Wen Ke Xing. WKX sighs and says that his father's name was Wen, but he was an orphan and took the surname of the old leader of the Valley of Healers. When he expelled his father, there was no longer any reason to bear his name. WKX says: “I am a lonely wanderer, a rootless traveler”. He finally decides that this new name suits him. ZZS claims that it is now WKX and interrupts his statement by adding that before he met ZCL and WKX he was going to wander around the world, he wanted to drink himself to death to end his miserable life. He thought he had no home to return to. But now it's okay. They are here together. ZZS raises a glass of wine and encourages WKX to drink another round, toasting to WKX's health. ZZS says to WKX: "a lonely wanderer and a rootless traveler." WKX laughs and responds, "holding your hand, enjoying the clouds passing by." ZZS declares that it intends to stay here. And if YBY manages to cure him, he and ZCL will live here for the rest of their lives. WKX looks at ZZS with a sad smile. ZZS adds that Lao Wen will always be welcome here. ZZS, surprised by WKX's concerned face, gets up from the table and this time it is he who quotes: "although wandering around the world brings joy, there is nothing better than returning home." ZZS looks out the window into the distance. I love these lazy, slow scenes from this series when ZZS and WKX talk to each other, and the real gems are the scenes in which they both show off their knowledge of literature, describing the characters with quotes from poems. This creates a magical atmosphere and shows the incredible bond between the two men. I think that when ZZS and WKX sat down to share wine, they didn't know how their conversation would turn out. ZZS finally decided to try asking WKX why it had that name. Maybe he wasn't counting on an honest answer because he knew WKX might not tell the truth or would only tell part of it. This time, WKX honestly confessed why his father changed his name and why he adopted the name Ke Xing. ZZS is very moved by this and explains himself what he is going to do now and completely unknowingly tells WKX that he is welcome at Siji Manor. I don't know if WKX expected such a confession from ZZS, it sounded like it was a specific proposal. WKX's face shows gratitude, while ZZS sees it and is a little confused. He doesn't know exactly how WKX understood his proposal, and he doesn't know if he crossed his personal boundary by talking to WKX this way. Yes, the looks and looks of the characters and the actors themselves give this scene such depth. Sometimes it is difficult to guess at what point in this scene the acting of both men ends and when their real emotions as ZZH and GJ begin.

#zhang zhehan #zhou zishu #word of honor #wenzhou #wen kexing #gong jun

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

A Figure, A Mouth (Ao3)

[Wenzhou one-shot - WoH missing scene set around episode 25 - a bit NSFW]

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“Come back to bed.”

Wen Kexing’s voice is low, soft in the dead of night. Zhou Zishu ignores him in favor of taking another sip of the wine he can barely taste anymore, though he knows that Wen Kexing splurged to buy him something nice the last time they were down in town. The gesture, at least, is appreciated even if the taste is beyond him now.

“Ah-Xu,” Wen Kexing tries again. Zhou Zishu at least tips his head in his direction, a silent invitation to keep trying even though his eyes never leave the moon overhead. Wen Kexing’s footsteps are nearly silent as he approaches, so quiet that Zhou Zishu automatically tracks his approach by listening to the soft rustling of his robe and noting the sensation of the air his movement displaces more so than by any sound of his footsteps. It used to make him uncomfortable to have someone at his back, especially someone as secretly dangerous as Wen Kexing, but now he finds it oddly comforting. Wen Kexing is always too upset by the reminders of Zhou Zishu’s rapidly diminishing lifespan for him to worry that the man is going to kill him, and if anyone is going to sneak up on them together it’s best to have a dangerous man he can trust at his back.

“The moon looks beautiful tonight,” Wen Kexing murmurs, voice somehow even quieter now that he’s directly behind his shoulder. “You can admire it just as well from our room. We can move the bed beneath the window.

“You’ll catch a chill,” Zhou Zishu protests around the mouth of the jar. The next sip is cool as it slips down his throat.

“You will before I do, drinking cold wine out here by yourself. Come back to bed and let me warm you, at least.”

They’re silent for a long time as Zhou Zishu finishes the wine sip by careful sip, his eyes never leaving the glittering stars.

“Lao Wen.”

“Hm?”

Zhou Zishu smiles ever so slightly, just a twitch at one corner of his lips that he knows won’t be visible to Wen Kexing. It feels like a lifetime ago when they had first spent an afternoon enjoying the sun and a drink together, when things were (relatively) simpler and the most important thing that was happening in his life was that Wen Kexing was calling for him, that he was saying Zhou Zishu was all he needed to be happy in this world.

“Lao Wen,” he calls again, low as the hum of the night insects in the grass and out in the orchards beyond the manor walls.

“Mm.” This time Wen Kexing’s answering hum is full of understanding and somehow Zhou Zishu can hear that he’s smiling. An arm slides around his waist the moment he’s ready for it, his shoulders relaxing in preparation to lean into his partner’s chest in the same breath as Wen Kexing gathers him close, precisely where he wants to be. His zhiji indeed.

“Lao Wen.”

Clever fingers trail up his back to curl around the front edge of his hair for the purpose of drawing it back behind his shoulder, and then there are warm lips pressed to the newly-exposed shell of his ear and Zhou Zishu closes his eyes against the sight of the night sky overhead to better focus on the sound of his lover’s voice as he answers.

“Ah-Xu.”

Wen Kexing punctuates it with a kiss and Zhou Zishu tips his head slightly, his hair falling properly out of the way with the movement. Wen Kexing drops his hand then to wrap that arm around him as well, one hand splayed wide on his chest - though he manages not to touch any of the nails - and the other curled possessively around his hip.

“Ah-Xu..”

Another tender kiss to his ear, this time paired with a nip and a soft exhale that both make him shiver as much as the sound of Wen Kexing���s voice, suddenly lower and slightly breathless as he says for a third time, “Ah-Xu.”

“Such a light touch,” Zhou Zishu can’t quite resist teasing as Wen Kexing crowds up tighter against his back and reaches down to take the wine jar from his slack fingers. He shakes it quickly to make sure it’s empty before he just tosses it aside into the grass - they’ll find it later. Tomorrow, or maybe the day after.

“Only for you. Come back to bed, Ah-Xu.”

“Hm? What for? Just what do you think we’ll do when we get there? Philanthropist Wen, so eager to take advantage of me.”

“I’m allowed to take what’s mine.”

Zhou Zishu sighs deeply in an attempt not to shiver in response to both the words and the tone they’re said in, though in the end he really doesn’t try all that hard to stop it and so he can tell the moment Wen Kexing feels it.

“And just what would you ask me to do if we hadn’t made Chengling find another room to sleep in?” he teases just to stall, just to frustrate. It’s a game they’ve played often, but it’s one that Zhou Zishu doesn’t think either of them will ever really tire of. “Would you take what’s yours right here out in the open instead?”

“Maybe. That’s for me to decide, isn’t it? I’ve had you out in the open often enough, and in much less private locations - are you not the master of this house? The grounds are yours to do with as you please. I could have you right here.”

“You’re so sure I would even agree to being taken on the cold hard ground.”

“Ah-Xu, let me take you to bed,” Wen Kexing sighs as he drops his head a bit to mouth at his jaw. “We have a proper bed now, and oil to ease the way, and the rest of the night together. The morning as well, if you want it. Don’t be difficult tonight.”

“Hm. Didn’t you just say I’m the master of this house? If anyone’s taking anyone to bed I am taking you, since everything in this house is mine - occupants included.”

Zhou Zishu can’t quite resist smirking as Wen Kexing groans theatrically and plunks his head down onto his shoulder, squeezing him tighter in his arms and swaying back and forth with him a bit.

“Ah-Xu,” he whines, dragging it out. “Fine,” he adds in a huff. “Take me to bed, then, and I’ll even let you pretend we’re not going to end up as we always do with you spread out beneath me begging for more.”

Zhou Zishu breaks out of his hold then with an offended hiss. He stretches his arms and turns his head to look at his partner over his shoulder, a brow raised in admonishment even as his lips curve into a playful smirk.

“Of the two of us I don’t think you have any room to tease me about begging, Lao Wen. Who’s pleading with me to come to bed in the first place?”

“You shouldn’t be out here dressed in so little when it’s getting cold,” Wen Kexing prods and Zhou Zishu graciously allows him to blame his begging on simple worry for his health. He lets Wen Kexing reach out for his hand to reel him in and tuck him back into his arms, bundling him up against his chest where Zhou Zishu lays his head down on his zhiji’s shoulder and closes his eyes. He’s not normally so easy to catch, nor so complacent so quickly, and he can tell the instant Wen Kexing notices the same as he curls around him a little more tightly and ducks his head enough to press their cheeks together. “Ah-Xu?”

“I’m alright,” he reassures gently. “I’ve just spent too many hours deep in thought lately, I think. You haven’t been around enough to distract me.”

Wen Kexing huffs a resigned sigh and drops his head down further to press his face into the side of his neck. “I’ve been busy tidying your manner, Ah-Xu. I’m here now, am I not? Are you not distracted enough by me trying to coax such a lovely beauty as you into my bed?”

“Hmm...Whose bed?” Zhou Zishu asks just to be difficult, which Wen Kexing instantly rewards him for with a light swat to his backside.

“Our bed, your bed, whatever. The point stands that you can’t complain I haven’t been around enough to distract you while you’re also preventing me from whisking you away back to our room for a lovely evening.”

“I’ll come back to bed on one condition.”

“Hm?”

Zhou Zishu makes the mistake of leaning back a bit to look up at Wen Kexing and nearly loses his resolve to make any sort of demand when he meets those wide, dark eyes, so disarmingly innocent for such a dangerous man - doubly so as they shine in the cool moonlight. There’s just something about his Lao Wen that makes him want to give in in a way he never has for anyone else, but he’s determined to finally ask Wen Kexing for answers.

Or at least he is right up until Wen Kexing pairs those wide, curious eyes with a slight uptick of his eyebrows right in the middle and he’s so unfairly handsome that Zhou Zishu heaves a sigh as the last of his resolve slips out of his grasp.

“Take a bath with me afterwards,” he mutters and he can tell by the crooked tilt of his zhiji’s smirk that Wen Kexing instantly understands he’s won a battle of wills he hadn’t even known was taking place until the moment of victory.

“Of course, anything to keep my Ah-Xu happy,” he concedes with a laugh and a sweeping gesture of his arm back in the direction of the main section of the manor.

Zhou Zishu allows himself to be herded inside and back into their bed where Wen Kexing lays him down and takes his sweet time with him.

After a while of warming each other up Wen Kexing urges him back up to push the bed under the window just as he’d said he would. Zhou Zishu takes the opportunity to blow out the candles before he rejoins Wen Kexing in their bed, the sudden darkness leaving them free to admire each other clothed in nothing but broad swathes of cool, sweet blue light bisected by deep black lattices of shadow from the trees out in the yard, the shadows from the contours of the wall and decorations around the window blocking and revealing them in turns. Lao Wen is, of course, as beautiful like this as he has been in every way Zhou Zishu has ever seen him, and he takes the time to savor it, to indulge in the decadence that Wen Kexing presents for each of his remaining senses.

He’s a feast for the eyes, all hard muscle and skin glistening with glittering diamonds of sweat along his shoulders and the soft curve of his cheek.

He’s a symphony for the ears, breathless desire and tender calls of his name that Zhou Zishu never lets go unanswered when they’re like this.

By now Wen Kexing is an expert at drawing pleasure from him in every unlikely way there is to make sure that the effects of the nails don’t keep him from reaching his peak at least once, occasionally more in spite of his fading sense of touch.

If there’s any lingering savor of their evening wine on his lips Zhou Zishu can’t taste it, but that doesn’t stop him from appreciating the hunger with which Wen Kexing kisses him, the way his teeth are sharp on his lips and his tongue demanding every single time Zhou Zishu parts his lips enough to allow him to lick his way behind his teeth.

His sense of smell is too far gone to be of much use for anything, but here, like this, his memory supplies him with the ghosts of the flowers out in the orchards and the crisp of the oncoming winter carried on the night breeze, and he likes to think that it clings in Wen Kexing’s hair falling around them in dark curtains. A sign that he’s just as much of the manor as Zhou Zishu himself is.

“You’re going easy on me lately,” Zhou Zishu remarks breathlessly when they’ve finished for the time being, after the moon has dipped low enough that they’re no longer awash in the light of it but rather lying together in their overheated blankets panting softly in the darkest part of the night, nothing but vague shapes that are better explored with wandering hands or lazy mouths than with the eye.

“Hm? Complaining already, Ah-Xu?” Wen Kexing teases, his perpetual smile in his voice. “At least finish catching your breath before you use it to critique my performance.”

“Not a criticism, just an observation,” Zhou Zishu retorts with a blind flick in the general vicinity of Wen Kexing’s ear. “I’m not going to break, Lao Wen. You don’t have to be so gentle.”

“I know. Maybe I just think you deserve to be treated gently sometimes.”

Zhou Zishu takes a deep breath in and lets it out slowly, relaxing as Wen Kexing leans in to start kissing and nipping at his ear, his mouth lazy and sloppy in just the way Zhou Zishu likes to tease him for (but that he also happens to like best). “You’re getting sentimental,” he mutters.

“An interesting accusation from the man who spends his nights drinking sweet wine and gazing at the moon before he comes in to me full of desire and begging to be made to feel good.”

“Hey.”

“Mm, don’t hit me just because I’m right, Ah-Xu. I’m finding that sentiment doesn’t seem to be such a bad thing.”

“Be rough with me next time anyway,” Zhou Zishu murmurs against the too-warm curve of Wen Kexing’s cheek.

“Alright, Ah-Xu.” Wen Kexing’s voice is full of such warmth and affection for such a simple reply that Zhou Zishu has to close his eyes and just bask in it for a moment, this impossible man who, for some reason, loves him like this. “Do you still want to take a bath tonight?”

“Hm?” Zhou Zishu frowns in confusion for a moment before he remembers his contrived condition for coming back to bed and he sighs gustily with a little shake of his head. “Just stay, I don’t want to get up. We’ll draw one in the morning.”

“You give up on your own conditions so easily,” Wen Kexing teases with a nip to his earlobe, sharp enough for him to feel it properly, that makes him chuckle sleepily. “I see what it really is - you just want me to spend all my time taking care of you, hm? Cooking for you, drawing you a bath, bringing you in out of the cold, making you feel good..”

Zhou Zishu runs a hand slowly over Wen Kexing’s hair fanned out over his back, his skin beneath it slightly cool in the night air now that his sweat has dried. “Quite possibly,” he hums with a little smile. “You should have pretended to be as incompetent as our silly disciple if you didn’t want to spend your time taking care of me, you shouldn’t have shown off so much when you were trying to get my attention.”

Wen Kexing laughs at that and drags his lips down the line of his jaw and up from his chin to capture his mouth in a kiss that quickly has him shivering and going pliant under the renewed press of Wen Kexing’s broader frame.

“You shouldn’t have been so perfect as to deserve my attention in the first place,” Wen Kexing says into his lips with a smirk, his voice low and dark.

Perhaps one day soon Zhou Zishu will finally manage to confront his lover about the suspicions that are only growing stronger in his heart that Wen Kexing has something to do with Ghost Valley. The evidence is stacking up quicker than he can explain it away, and he can’t help but draw particular conclusions.

But for now Wen Kexing is biting him just right to get them both ready for another round of pleasure - rougher this time, as per his request - and Zhou Zishu selfishly wants to ignore the rest of the world for as long as they reasonably can. He just wants his zhiji for a little longer, before whatever danger he can feel looming on the horizon threatens to engulf them, or his own mortality fails him.

Is that really too much to ask?

#word of honor #word of honor fanfic #wenzhou #wen kexing #zhou zishu #edits: for some reason the whole thing pasted twice and I didn’t catch it??? dunno what that’s about but I fixed it #also someone on Ao3 commented to let me know that I used ‘zhiji’ incorrectly a few times so I went in and (hopefully) fixed it ☺️ #so big thanks to the anon on Ao3 I’m definitely still learning how this all works 😅

[justsomemorewritersonthisapp]

Piggy back rides from Monaca's F/O (i thinks that's the way to say that, I'm not really into writing tumblr side lil. Just like a big sis figure i guess?)

> of course! And do not worry, Mod Angie understands what you are saying! They are under the cut! Hope you enjoy Anon! <

> and i tried to make it Gender neutral! Though i couldn't find any gender neutral for that.. also some bit of Servant x S/O <

> some blood and gore are here ! Please be careful ! <

< spoilers incoming ! <

Monaca was having a bad day, she didn't have the chance to murder any Adults, and the kids killed hundreds, not leaving her one Adult, the kids honestly thought they were helping her since she's in a wheelchair. What's worse though is that her own wheelchair broke, making her burst out tears

Luckily her servant who she calls 'big sis F/O' saw what happened, they called Servant while Monaca was bursting out tears in her room.

" pppssstt, Servant! Monaca's wheelchair broke, can you fix it for me? I'll comfort Monaca. " Of course, Nagi- Servant nods " Aha, of course. I could do that..! " Nagito walks away to the direction the wheelchair was put in, as you climed on the ladder.. you walked to the door, bracing Monaca's hurtful words..

Though instead, you saw her sleeping, guess she slept. You closed the door, walking back to your and Servant's room.

" Servant, are you aware of when are you gonna fix it? " He nods " I think so, it may take 2-3 days fixing it. Though you shouldn't trust me and my scummy words F/O.. " Nagito sighed, laughing a bit " Servant.. Nevermind, will get out of here together, and fix your issues. It's clear that you need some deep help. " You looked at him, his face flushed with red, looking back at you, he let out a giggle " Ah F/O-san, your too nice.. " You smiled, you hugged him. And he hugged back.. eventually you two passed out.

You woke up by some 'awwwwws' you groggily moved up carefully removing Servants hands off of you. Then you realized who the people 'awwwed' your head snapped at the kids direction, quickly getting up making Servant wake up as well " K-Kids you don't understand, we just fell asleep- uh- um- that's all! I promise.. " Thats when Kotoko boo'ed " Maaannn, and here i thought that that you two had fun! That's no adorbs! " Nagito got up, blushing for a bit " H-hey, thats enough for now, we'll have to do our work later.. " " Awwwhhh man, nnow i thooughht this wiill make you two tell eeachootherrrrs feeeelinggss.. " Jataro gloomly said " Whatever.. let's just go. These two will tell eachothers feeling sooner or later. " Nagisa shot back, Masaru was quiet, a bit too quiet. He and the kids followed Nagisa.

You felt like you forgot something, then you realized. 'oh sHIT MONACA!' You hurriedly tried to dress up, and ran out of you and Servant's room then climbing up the ladder and

" monACA I'M HERE..! " you pant, trying to breathe. Monaca was quiet, looking at you from her bed, guess she just woke up too. She laughed " Ahaha! Don't worry it's not something to apologise over, i know you didn't mean it.. just try to don't do it again.. " her faced darkened at the last statement though you didn't catch it

Monaca looked around, trying to find her wheelchair. Thouhh it isn't there.. " A-Awe, my wh-wheelchair isn't here.. is mr. S*sob*-Servant fixing i-it Big sib F/O?? " she looked like she was gonna cry, you tried to cheer her up by he one thing you thought of.

" M-Monaca, don't worry- i can give you a piggyback ride while Mr. Servant fixes it..! " Though it was for the best, Monaca was surprised " Nobody has done that to Monaca before.. " She nodded happily and you gave her a piggyback ride, though it was hell when climing down the ladder. " Ahahah, this is fun Big sib F/O! " Monaca chirped , obviously having fun with this, you gently placed Monaca in the chair. Before going to make her food. As you placed it beside her, her eyes sparkled " W-Wow..! Monaca feels like a princess, thank you big sib F/O! " she bit the food you made, it tastes heavenly to her.. nobody has done that for Monaca. And she tried to eat it slowly to remember the food

Ah she finished her food, you went to wash the plate. After a few seconds you went back to Monaca, whos impatiently waiting " You took so long! How! Did! It! Take! So! Long! " Monaca cried out, you silently made her go on your back. Too tired to deal with her tantrums. As you two went out to find some adults, you found 4 adults. You killed them one by one, except for the last one, they ended up surviving but you still caught up, with Monaca praising you " P-please! I w-w-want to live, please g-give me a chance! I- I will do- do anything pLEA‐ " Whack. They layed there, not moving. Blood everywhere, and honestly it smelt bad, you felt really bad. But knowing the warriors of hope. They will kill you for betraying them. You dropped the bat you were holding a few seconds ago " Wooooow! Your really cool Big Sib F/O! " Monaca praised you once again. It's starting to feel like it's okay to do this stuff. it's scary how a child isn't scared of a dead body, their used to this stuff now? H-ho..

You ignored your thoughts " Thanks Monaca.. " you said to her, before going back but you two heard a crash. Its very loud. They must be close, you peaked at the people.. huh? Two people.. the other has the wrist band, must mean they are in the game also.. she also has a microphone, weird for a weapon but okay, the other girl seems to follow around her too. But she heard something

" Omaru? D-did you hear so-something? " The female with the long skirt asked, shit you must have been too loud. 'I gotta get out of here befo‐' " Toki, i didn't hear anything. Are you sure it's something? I mean we fought a Monokuma, it must've hit something.. " Oh okay, thank the lord that that girl is stupid " U-Ugh! Fi-fine!! But if something c-comes out then its your f-fault!! " the girl yelled at the other before the two walked away

Well thats an experience..

You walked back to the headquarters, Monaca still on your back of course " Ugghhhh, those demons will get what they get in the end! " Monaca yelled before plopping into bed, you tucked her in before leaving...

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" you'll be a good use for us, F/O. "

> Hey hey Anon ! Hope you like this , i am aware that it literally as no relavence for what you requested.. But i hope you still like it nonetheless ! Thank you for requesting . It feels so good writing for a WOH <

> please hydrate and stay safe ! There are people who deeply cares about you ! Love love ! <

#🎨•vessel for atua #🎨•atuas will #🎨•mod angie #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #servant nagito #danganronpa monaca #monaca towa #udg monaca #danganronpa kotoko #udg kotoko #kotoko utsugi #nagisa shingetsu #masaru daimon #jataro kemuri

[a-student-out-of-time]

ASOOT Timeline: December 2012 (Merry Christmas, Quantum Crew!)

Hey, everyone! It sure has been a while since I submitted one of these bad boys, huh? So now, here is the entire Black and White Christmas arc (except for December 8…I kinda jumped the gun and did that one early, lol). This arc will probably always hold a special place in my heart, as it was fluffy, and it was the arc where I got to become friends with the Mod, and also some happy personal things took place as well. So with that, enjoy, and be prepared for that big project I teased for the future! Merry Christmas!–Timeline Anon

December 9:

The Owari family and Momoko work together to make their Christmas cake (Teruteru will also be stopping by at some point to help). They are using the cake recipe from Portal. Honoka and Teruko went out shopping two hours ago and have not come back yet, so Hinata calls them, but he gets no answer.

Honaka finishes shopping and is about to take Teruko home, only for the car’s engine to stop working, causing an already depressed Honaka to become even more depressed. She goes back into the store to ask about getting it fixed and encounters a man who offers to take a look at it. He says that the battery’s busted and that he has some batteries in his car, so Honoka leaves Teruko in her car and goes with him, but he reveals his true colors by threatening her with a knife and forcing her into his car. Teruko sees this and makes as much noise as she can to call for help. Thankfully, Mondo Oowada and the Crazy Diamonds come to her aid; they chase down the kidnapper, beat him up, and save Honoka.

After hearing about the Owaris’ problems, Mondo takes Honoka and Teruko home. There, he meets the rest of the family, and he agrees to fix their car and help them however else he can. Little Teruko sees him as her new friend and hero, and now she wants a bike. Akane tells her to wait until she’s older. 

During Mondo’s parting conversation with Teruko, Akane learns of a change in history that the Quantum Crew was not previously aware of: it seems that although the race between Daiya and Mondo still happened, and Daiya still ended up hurt because of it, he didn’t die. Instead, he was paralyzed, and he’s currently in the hospital. Mondo still feels absolutely awful about it, though, and he tells Teruko that when stuff like that happens, it’s important for everyone to stick together and help each other. Akane wonders if another time traveler might’ve had something to do with this.  

December 10:

Iroha and Setsuka go to the Tokyo Detention House to talk with Ui, and as they wait in the waiting area, they have some drinks (coffee for Setsuka and soda for Iroha). Iroha is willing to hear Ui out, as she is curious about why she did what she did.

Ui initially does not want to leave her cell. It takes twenty minutes for the police to get her to calm down and wait for Setsuka and Iroha, and in the process, she scratches one officer hard enough to draw blood. 

After Ui’s mood has stabilized somewhat, Iroha goes in to talk to her; she makes it clear that she just wants to understand her. Ui is an artist herself, at least as a hobby, and she’s also the youngest of the WOH parents, as she had Jataro when she was just 18. She admits that she was happy when he went missing and would’ve let Iroha take him if she asked. It eventually comes out that she was raped by her art instructor, became pregant because of it, and was pressured into keeping the baby by everyone in her life. The reason she made Jataro wear his mask was because he looks like his father. Now, she feels deep regret for what she did to him. Iroha tells Ui that what happened to her was not her fault. Now that she understands her, she doesn’t think that she deserves to be in jail, and she decides to make sure that she gets psychological help. Ui thanks her for giving her a chance, advises her to finish her education, and wishes her and Jataro all the best.

Iroha feels awful about indirectly putting Ui in jail. She talks to Hideyoshi about it, and he agrees to scrub some details from Ui’s record and make sure that she gets help from Chinatsu Miyajima, the future Ultimate Behavioral Psychologist of 78-B. 

As Setsuka and Iroha leave to get ice cream, Iroha cries, worried over what to tell Jataro about what she’s learned. Setsuka advises her not to tell him until he’s mature enough to understand, then assures her that she’s been a good caretaker to him and that even this won’t change anything in that regard. Iroha plans to hug Jataro and tell him she loves him when he gets home. She also wants to call her own siblings.

It’s Yoruko’s birthday. She turns 30.

December 11:

The 76 Squad meets at the Esumi Papers building. Although Ichika was scrubbed from Hope’s Peak’s records after her death, Masa’s got a crucial piece of evidence proving her existence in the school: a newspaper article about Juzo’s 2009 heavyweight championship win, complete with a picture of him, with Ichika featured prominently in the picture. Furthermore, Masa has discovered that the Holy Salvation Society, the cult responsible for the hostage crisis at Tokyo Tower, was put up to said hostage crisis by Juu, and that the human traffickers who Kasugano stopped at the docks back in August were planning on selling some of their hostages to the Holy Salvation Society. Hope’s Peak was, of course, covering this up. Masa plans to investigate the Holy Salvation Society further. She also suspects Kasugano’s involvement in the situations with Hiyoko’s family, the Copycat Killer, and even Mikan’s adoption of Kotoko; she goes as far as to suggest that Kasugano has agents inside Hope’s Peak.

Estu is the only member of the 76 Squad who believes that Kanade is still alive. She’s trying to explain her position to Mayumi and Masa when she nearly passes out. It’s revealed that she hasn’t eaten or slept in several days because of this investigation. Mayumi takes her out to get some food, while Masa stays behind to continue her deep-dive into the secrets of Hope’s Peak and the Holy Salvation Society. 

As Estu and Mayumi walk hand-in-hand, Estu apologizes to Mayumi for pushing the group so hard, but Mayumi shrugs it off, calls Estu her favorite person, and says that they should make sure to take breaks and do fun things together. They go off to get ramen. 

December 12: At Otori Mart, Hibiki is recognized by a customer, but he is nice about it and asks if she needs help with anything. She assures him that she’s doing all right.

December 13: 

Keiko teaches Hibiki how to make ramen noodles, and Hibiki talks about being recognized the previous day. A lot of things have been put into perspective for her now, and because of this, she feels bad about previous questionable decisions she made, such as going on a date with Hajime while Mahiru and Hiyoko were kidnapped. She wants to apologize to Mahiru and Hiyoko for that. Keiko assures her that she’s still worthy of love despite her mistakes, and Hibiki thanks her again for all she’s done for her.

Hiroshi is using his computer when a grown-up Sunako from 2030 pops up on the screen, asking to speak to Hajime and Hibiki. He gets Hibiki (Hajime is at the store), and she meets Sunako (who works for the Kisaragi Foundation in 2030), Sayuri, and Taito Hinata (the future son of Hajime and Mikan). Hiroshi and Keiko also get to meet their future grandkids. The 2030 generation has decided to establish a more direct way of communicating with their 2012 counterparts through computers instead of dreams, so now they can talk for two hours at a time. 

Hajime returns from the store and meets Sunako, Sayuri, and Taito. The 2030 delegation advises their 2012 counterparts to keep up the good work. Although they can’t say yet who the fourth time traveler is, they mention that the Quantum Crew will meet them very soon. They, along with Kyoko, Asami, and Noriko, are responsible for saving Daiya’s life. Sunako also says that it’s best to just leave the 76 Squad alone for now. She reveals that all three of them are okay in 2030; Estu and Mayumi are married in Amsterdam with an adopted child named Kenzo Chabashira, while Masa, now Masa Harukawa, is a Pulitzer-Prize-winning journalist who helped take down the Holy Salvation Society. The Kanade situation also isn’t really safe to discuss till March. Finally, Sunako mentions that the Basilisk only seems to be targeting members of the Quantum Crew and their families, to the point where the Naegis had a scare with a hacked car that was rigged to explode. Because of this, all Quantum Crew families are being moved to the Kisaragi Foundation for safety. All in all, Sunako says that it’s best for the Quantum Crew of 2012 to stick to the plan. 

Some sobering news is shared about Hitaru and Jiro in 2030. They are deeply traumatized because of Akemi’s death. Hitaru is a depressed emotional wreck, Jiro has embraced toxic masculinity, and both refused to go with Iroha to safety at the Kisaragi Foundation, leaving them vulnerable to the Basilisk’s potential attacks. Obviously, the only way to fix this is to prevent Akemi’s death on January 31, 2013. Keiko has to leave the room upon hearing the Nijiue name. But since Emina’s former classmates will also be invited to the charity event, that gives said classmates a chance to help the Quantum Crew save Akemi.

The last thing to add to the list involves two girls named Tamami Furuichi and Sofia Yamazaki (the latter works at the same restaurant that Keiko works at), who may or may not be accepted into Class 78. If they are, there’s a high chance they’ll both die in fatal accidents. Hajime agrees to keep an eye out.

With a promise to call back as soon as they can, the 2030 gang signs out of the transmission, and the Hinatas and Hibiki are left to marvel over the fact that they just talked to their future children/grandchildren. They also worry a bit over what’s to come. Keiko and Hajime hug, as do Hiroshi and Hibiki.

December 14: 

It’s Taira’s first day at her new job as a nursery maid for the Fujimori family. Fumio shows her around while talking about how his uncle’s political platform has evolved as a result of November’s events. Taira first meets Emi, a bratty toddler who insults her hair, and then little Ayumu himself, now eight months old and only just starting to learn how to talk. Taira discovers that her Divine Luck protects her from Ayumu’s Divine Misfortune so that she can safely interact with him, and she immediately gets attached to the baby. They spend most of the day together. 

Nikei tells Ayame about the Tragedy, time travel, etc. It takes a little while for Ayame to get her head around it, but once she does, she thinks it’s cool, although she doesn’t want to join the Quantum Crew outright. She’ll still support them, though. 

Taira returns and tells Ayame and Nikei about her day with the Fujimoris. She’s gushing over baby Ayumu and thinking about how she will take care of her own children someday. She also reports that nothing bad has happened to her since she met him. Unfortunately, she is having cramps from her period, so Ayame gets her a heating pad, and Hotel Akane gets comfy on the couch together. Taira wants to be a good mother, and she wants her future children to be happy, like she imagines her own parents would want for her. She also wants to help Ayumu. Nikei isn’t sure if he’s cut out to be a father, given what he’s done in the past, but Taira and Ayame both assure him that he’s a good guy, that he’ll be a good father, and that they’re here for him. Snuggles ensue. They also toss around the idea of meeting up with Yuki and Kizuna soon.

It’s Gundham’s birthday. He turns 18.

December 16: 

Hajime and Hibiki confess to Mahiru and Hiyoko about going on that date while they were kidnapped. Hiyoko is mad. Mahiru is just disappointed.

Sora tells Mahiru that her father, Hitoshi Koizumi, will probably get an invitation to the Nijiue charity event, as he was part of Class 49 with her, Tenmei, and Shinji. Mahiru agrees to let the Quantum Crew know if Hitoshi gets an invitation. She finds an old copy of Emina’s student profile and learns that she married into the Nijiue family via an arranged marriage, but all mentions of her maiden name have been scrubbed from the Hope’s Peak record, and it’s all but impossible to get any information on her from before Hope’s Peak. Ibuki’s mother, former pop idol Kyoka Mioda, was also a member of Class 49, albeit under the stage name Sylilla Romazaki.

Mahiru comes home to Hitoshi, and as she empties the mailbox, she finds that the Nijiues have invited him and a plus-one to the charity event. She worries about whether or not it’s a good idea to tell him, as he has issues with depression and she doesn’t want Emina to make him feel worse, but ultimately decides to trust him with the information. Hitoshi remembers Emina from their school days; she was mean to him, of course, but he would always put her in her place. He’s eager to go to the event and help the Nijiue siblings.

Mahiru and Hitoshi go to the airport and pick up Mahiru’s mother, Kaori Koizumi, a war photographer who just returned from Syria. They tell her about the charity event, and Kaori suggests that Hitoshi bring Mahiru as his plus-one. But Mahiru feels bad about the mistakes she made that led to her and Hiyoko being kidnapped, and she apologizes to her parents for keeping them out of the loop and for not being as understanding of Hitoshi’s issues as she should’ve been. Kaori assures her that her mistakes don’t define her and that the important thing is that she learns and grows from them. With her confidence back, Mahiru agrees to go with Hitoshi to the charity event and put her investigating skills to good use. Kaori will give her tips until then.

It’s Hanzo’s birthday. He turns 36.

December 17: Emma and Masaru leave for Britain. Maku, Nikei, and Iroha see them off, and although they’re worried that something might happen, they keep their confidence up. The Voids share a group hug. 

December 18:

Mikan and Harumi go to the Tokyo Detention House to talk with Yumi. Harumi offers to take care of it by herself, but Mikan knows that this is something she has to do for Kotoko’s sake.

When Mikan and Harumi go in to talk to Yumi, Mikan makes it clear that she just wants Yumi to be honest with her. Yumi explains that she did what she did to Kotoko in order to help her become famous; she believes that youth and beauty are the most valuable things for a woman, and that women have to take advantage of those things as soon as they can in order to shine in the world. She didn’t expect Junya to try and sell Kotoko off, though, and when she finds out that Kotoko has HIV, she’s shocked and remorseful. Mikan also reveals that Kotoko told her that Yumi stalked teenage boys and kept secret pictures of them in her room, and Yumi admits it, although she swears she never touched any of them. With all this established, Mikan chews Yumi out for what a terrible person she is, then tells her that if she truly regrets her actions, she should get her act together and change. Yumi will stay in jail for the duration of her sentence.

Harumi takes Mikan and Kotoko out for ice cream. Mikan fills Kotoko in on how things went down with Yumi, and they are happy that she won’t bother them again. Then, Mikan admits that she got upset at Yumi because she reminded her of her own mother, and she tells Harumi about her past. She says that she feels ashamed of some of her own past behavior, such as her initial selfish motives for getting into medicine so that people would depend on her, and she doesn’t want to be like her mother. Harumi is of the opinion that as long as Mikan knows what makes Tsukasa the way she is and is aware of her own flaws, she can work on them, and she will be a better person. Besides, she has Kotoko, her partners, and her friends by her side to help her. Mikan also tells them about Taito and thanks Harumi for all she’s done for her. She sees Harumi as the mother figure she never had.

December 19:

Emma and Masaru arrive at the Gatwick Airport in Britain early in the morning. They are met there by Sylvia Green, Emma’s adoptive mother, and Roger, although he gets sidetracked by peanuts. Masaru meets Sylvia and Roger for the first time. On the drive home, Roger tells Masaru about the S.S. Richard Montgomery, and Masaru gets excited and wants to go there. After a quick discussion about all that has happened in Japan, the newly-formed family expresses their love for each other.

Kazuichi and Chihiro meet in person for the first time. They share a hug. Chihiro’s other online friend, Ayumi Arina, shows up a little later, albeit her arrival involves Kazuichi accidentally bumping into her and knocking her glasses off her face. Throughout their time together, Ayumi uses various bad pick-up lines to try and flirt with Kazuichi, but he thinks she’s making fun of him.

December 21: The Mayan Apocalypse does not happen. Nevertheless, many Hope’s Peak students use it as an excuse to party, resulting in an unfortunate smell in the boys’ bathhouse.

December 22: 

Sonia and Gundham are preparing for the ski trip when they come across Kazuichi telling Ibuki about what happened between him, Chihiro, and Ayumi. Kazuichi is convinced that Ayumi has it out for him, despite everyone’s insistence to the contrary. After he leaves, Ibuki remarks that he should have more confidence in himself, realize that other people can catch feelings for him, and talk to Chihiro about the situation.

Hiyoko’s still upset about what Hajime and Hibiki did, but she still wants to go on the ski trip with the Cuddle Puddle. Ibuki advises Sonia and Gundham to talk things out with her sooner rather than later.

Ibuki’s parents have received an invitation to the Nijiue charity event. Sonia and Gundham come to the conclusion that they should tell the families of Class 77-B the truth and bring them on board the Quantum Crew as well.

There’s a brief scare, as Kazuichi thinks he’s found a ghost, but it’s just Kikue Kutsuki. She bonds with Sonia and Gundham over their shared love of horror stories, and upon hearing that she has no friends, they promptly make friends with her.

December 23: 

Hajime goes to Hiyoko’s house and apologizes to her for going out with Hibiki during the kidnapping crisis. Hiyoko admits to being worried that Hajime didn’t really care about her and only helped her because he felt bad for her, but Hajime assures her that he does care and that her happiness matters to him. He promises that he will never do something this stupid again. To make it up to her, he barks like a dog, quacks like a duck, and cuddles with her.

Hiyoko thinks that Kohaku is sick. He coughs often, he looks tired and pale, and he seems to be making secret trips that may or may not be to the hospital. She’s very worried about him, especially since she just got him back. Hajime tells her about the plan to tell the 77-B families the truth, which hopefully means they can find resources to help Kohaku.

Hiyoko proposes that she and Hajime both drop out of Hope’s Peak and get married next summer. Hajime’s down for it, but he wants to make sure that they have everything they need first (jobs, a place to live, etc). 

December 24: 

Maverick’s trial concludes. He is found guilty on all charges and sentenced to death.

Estu, Mayumi, and Hideyoshi hear about Maverick’s conviction on the news. They are glad for it and hope that 2013 will be more peaceful.

Ui has been sent to Matsuzawa Hospital to get psychological help.

For Christmas, Estu gives Mayumi a homemade muffin and an arrowhead from her old home. Mayumi gives Estu an alexandrite ring. Then, Mayumi comes out to Estu and tells her the story of her first kiss, and Estu hugs her and assures her that what happened was not her fault. Because she doesn’t want that to be Mayumi’s only memory of kissing another girl, Estu offers to kiss her. A flustered Mayumi agrees, they kiss, and things get a bit romantic before Hideyoshi interrupts to call them down to dinner. Mayumi calls this Christmas Eve her favorite so far.

It’s Mukuro and Junko’s birthday. They turn 16.

December 25:

It’s Christmas, and the Quantum Crew celebrates with a gathering at Kyoji’s clinic. Hajime, Hibiki, Kyoji, Kanata, Yoruko, Sora, Taira, Hiroshi, Keiko, Chiaki, Mikan, Sonia, Tenmei, Harumi, Misako, Nekomaru, Erina, Kazuichi, Kenji, Mahiru, Kaori, Hitoshi, Hiyoko, Maiko, Kohaku, Teruteru, Kojikoji, Yokoyoko, Akane, Honoka, and Hinata are all in attendance.

The Nanamis and Misako have found an apartment.

Kenji and Erina meet at the snack table, share a brief chat about their kids, and agree to talk more later.

Tenmei reunites with Hitoshi.

Once everyone has arrived, Hajime tells the 77-B families the truth about his identity as Kasugano and the Quantum Crew’s mission to stop Junko from causing the Tragedy. At first, the families are dumbfounded and somewhat angry that their children have been doing dangerous missions, but when Hajime asks for their help, they all agree to become allies of the Quantum Crew. Harumi will help with the Patient 8702 mission, and all the family members will provide support to the members of the Crew.

Kyoji and his compatriots surprise Sora with her recently completed body. A very excited Sora goes off with them to do a few last tests with it.

At Harumi’s urging, Tenmei tells the group about Hanami Watanabe, a Hope’s Peak classmate of Tenmei’s, who looks a lot like Chiaki. Tenmei and Hanami were in an arranged engagement courtesy of their parents, but neither of them wanted it, and when Tenmei fell for Harumi, Hanami encouraged the relationship. Utsuro’s luck is hinted to be the reason why Chiaki happens to look like the girl who brought her parents together. Chiaki decides that she will go with her father to the Nijiues’ charity event.

Sora finally presents herself to the Quantum Crew in her brand-new body. She immediately makes a joke about it, then hugs Taira, kisses Yoruko, and drinks some black coffee. With that, she is now Sora Taira.

As the meeting ends, the families decide to get dinner together, the Cuddle Puddle gets ready for their ski trip, and Hajime hopes that everyone can do better next year.

//Man, this was a big month, huh? ^^;

#submission #mod talks #a student out of time #timeline anon

[anapologethicc]

ananya!!!! hiii this is just a random check in wanted to see how you're doing, how are you doing? everything well?? getting proper sleep?? eating good? drinking enough water? have a glass now. what song's stuck on your mind today? are you reading anything? are you having a nice day so far?

adheera you sweetheartt🤧💕 c'mere lemme hug u!!

I'M NOT WELL (and not just because of harry because that is a WHOLEEE other conversation) i have 3 presentations due in the next week which i have done absolutely nothing for because none of my group mates can bother to reply and so i've given up. i am tired and overwhelmed and in need of another cry😭

i just got off my period and i did nothing while i was on my period becuz my entire body was numb and i can't take painkillers so i was basically just ded in bed. i have lost my appetite because i keep thinking abt how much work needs to be done and my sleep is meh. (i did make myself nutella banana pancakes last night which made me feel guilty becuz it was unhealthy and now i don't wanna eat :/)

i just made myself a cup of bournvita😌 and am gonna try and get some work done because i just finished class like 30 mins ago. the only music i've been listening to rn is depressing hindi songs so now i have woh lamhe stuck in my head for some weird reason😂 (i literally cannot stop humming it)

i have not read anything recently which is making my life even more depressing and frustrating. i have such a backlog of fics that i need to read but i don't have time to😫😫😫. overall it's been an okayy day i guess. nothing new same old uni student life (i need this semester to be over NOW)

HOW ARE YOUU ADHEERA?? HOW'S UNI TREATING YOU?? HAVE U GOTTEN EVEN SUNSHINE AND SLEEP MY LOVE? alsoo gimme some song recss plsss and some fic recss plsss 💕💕(ik ur writing one and i'm waiting for it to be complete becuz i can't read unfinished fics whoopsies but i can't wait to read it!!!)

@stylinsuns

#omgg i love youu🥺 #thank you for thinking of meee🤧😚 #also im literally so envious of your brain for coming up with the chashni and mishri tags #also LIKE THEY'RE THE CUTEST AND SWEETEST TAGS EVERR #LIKE I MELT😫 #ok imma go workk #it's only like 2 pm i think in India #SO HAVE A WONDEFUL REST OF THE DAYYY YOU WONDERFUL PERSON💋💋 #inbox #adheera💕

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seteth negative character growth in cf thoughts?

why must you tempt me so when i'm already struggling to write things about metodey !

I won’t say it’s as flagrant as other characters.

Cichol left after the War of Heroes to look after a comatose Cethleann. It is not said where they rested (Flayn mentions she slept in a casket).

Apparently, some 18 years ago, Rhea called him back. Now, Cichol could have refused and continued to watch over Cethleann like he did for the past 1000 years, but for some reason, he answered her call and came to the Monastery.

Seteth’s main concern is Flayn’s safety. He mentions it once to Billy I think, but Flayn is the most important thing to him, not the Church, not Rhea, not the world, but Flayn and only Flayn.

When things become dire in the monastery, after Flayn’s been recovered from Emile’s clutches, and he thinks they know about her “mysterious blood” he wishes to run away and hide, to protect her. It doesn’t matter that if Emile and pals know what is Flayn, they might know what is Rhea, nope. But Flayn tells him to stop and reconsider, and ultimately Seteth accepts to trust Billy with her safety (lol).

Then, things happen and Flamy does their stuff. Before being fridged, Rhea asks Seteth to support Billy, after revealing who Billy is supposed to be. Depending on your earlier choices (I suppose it has something to do with your support or if you accepted Flayn in your class or not?) Seteth accepts.

He accepts looking after and supporting Billy, if something happens to her (meaning GM is ruined and people know she’s a giant lizard) instead or running away with Flayn to hide until the world becomes dust.

SS Seteth even says “Each of our situations is unique. What we share is companionship and the will to fight as one.”

The BE humans are now his “companions” and the fight as one. That’s not the words of someone who only wants to protect his daughter.

In CF... this does not happen, because Billy betrays.

Billy is definitely not Sothis, nor shares her consciousness or anything like that, because Billy sides with Flamey who ordered Metodey to seize “bones and hearts” of the fallen Nabateans - Billy sides with the “eww dragon” crowd.

Betrayed by humans he reverts to his old persona - Flayn must be saved, no matter what.

“Dear Flayn. I only brought you with me because you were so insistent. Still, no matter what happens, you must not go near the front lines.”

Seteth never says that in the other routes. Are we supposed to understand he recognised her abilities and let her do as she wanted, instead of “allowing” her to be there only if she doesn’t go near the front lines?

“Even if we prevail, I doubt that the church can ever fully return to the way it once was... “

From the guy who reforms the Church in every ending - Seteth knows the Church cannot return to what it was, but strives to rebuild and better the institution.

Then, during the fateful battle :

“I cannot approve of your actions. But I also cannot follow Rhea on her current course”

Which is all kinds of “meh” + “player pandering shit” (you really cannot ‘approve’ seteth? Where did all the fire from the first battle go?) but it is explained later with :

“If Flayn and I survive this battle, we will withdraw from the world and leave you to do as you please.”

Rhea’s current course of action is to fight for survival and throw everything in the fight, even her life (she doesn’t run away or flee Fodlan). Seteth knows if they continue to fight, they’re not going to survive. Unlike her, he isn’t willing to put his, but moreover Flayn’s life, on the line.

Flayn knows it, when she goes “ When this is over, my brother and I will go into hiding. It is the only way.”. Implying even if they won, they would not continue to side by Rhea and instead run/hide.

Rhea knows this, and she expected it :

“ I see. As expected, I am the only one left.”

After all, Seteth always made it clear Flayn was his top priority :

“ I detest that person with all my heart. However, Flayn's life is more important to me than all else.”

Rhea, Flayn and Seteth all know in CF he is going to hide with Flayn after the battle in GM, and not finish the war.

Seteth reverts, not to his old WoH days, but to the days where he and Flayn hid from the world.

Contrast with SS, where Rhea’s surprised to see them at Billy’s side (even if she asked Seteth to support them!) :

“Seteth, Flayn... You are here as well...”

:) bonus Inoue!Rhea lines because she was allowed to emote

Rhea even thanks him for rescuing her! To which Seteth replies :

“Rhea... I am overjoyed that you are unharmed. I could not stand losing another of our kind “.

And then they go in their old people mode, reminiscing about the good’ol days in Enbarr.

I’m not implying Seteth couldn’t gaf about Rhea dying in CF, or other relics to be crafted, but Flayn was more important. In SS, Flayn is still important, but Seteth still wishes to rescue Rhea, because she is his kin, and they are old friends?/sibs? (the game is still a bit muddy on their exact relationship).

Tl; Dr : Seteth in SS (AM/VW presumably) goes from a guy who was only looking after his daughter and wanting to protect her from a guy who wants to protect the world and rescue his sister, while of course protecting his daughter. His endings makes him become a public person (in charge of the church), he “ditches” his old isolated life.

In CF? Seteth goes from a guy who was only looking after his daughter to... a guy who only wishes to protect his daugher, let his sister or the world be damned. He “returns” to an isolated life.

#anon #replies #poor seteth #FE16 #not saying he sucks or anything in CF #but he always made it clear who was his priority #and rhea knows it #Inoue kills it again #Rhea's I see when she learns they ran away and read the letter is awesome #she's not sad she was expecting it in a way but the realisation she's the only one to fight hurts her nonetheless #Most likely Flayn and Seteth don't like that choice of hiding forever either but Flayn's survival is more important #and to flayn her dad's survival is also a top priority #I don't think CF!Rhea wanted to survive at all costs #granted even SS/VW/AM Rhea doesn't put survival at the top of her priority list so... #Seteth remnisicing about the good'ol days in Enbarr #'do you remember when my wife was alive?' #'yes and i asked you what pegged meant but you told me i was a trillion years too young to learn' #'hopefully she taught me later when she came to zanado for cethleann's 99th birthday"

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hello! It's been so long! Have you watched The Untamed now?

I started watching Word of Honor recently because I remember you posting a lot about it

hi sal!! it’s been quite a while!!! and yes, i finished the untamed two days ago aksjksjdjs

ahhhhhhh omg you started watching word of honor because of me? i’m sorry!! but also hope you enjoy it!! woh means the entire world to me 🥺❤️

stay safe!!!

#when you accidentally peer pressure your dear mutual into watching your favorite drama. priceless aksksksksk #salayy #sal tag #mj got mail!

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Soulmate Verse : Twisted (KTH)

Summary :  You were the agent undercover on a mission.It has been a month that you hanged around some gang stuff.Everything seemed to be easy and smooth sailing or so you thought.Two factors changed your mind comepletely. First was your tattoo start burning without any reason to explain it.Second was your plan got ruin by a police officer,who has ego higher than mount everest,and captured you.What the hell was going on? 

Author POV.

“Mission on board..here me?”

“Yes miss!”

The sound answer back.Checking everything escpecially her eyes plug,she decides to move forward for the second plan.She is dressing in a black long dress with side cut to shiw her leg.It hovers her parefectly and show her curves. 

“Let’s end this game.” 

Month ago

“Y/N,here’s the file for your next mission.”

You collected the black folder case.Opened and read every details inside it.Not going to lie but everything in here it seemed interesting.You had no hesitation in your mind to accept the job.

From that day,you continued research more about those group.A few times you got inside their bars,their company and many other places that involved their business.Making sure your got everything from them before building the plan.

“So they’re having a party in their Yatch.Get me an invitation.”

“Yes miss.”You subordinate took care of it as you ordered.

Continue the story

You enter the Yatch which is full of rich people.There are gangs,politicians and business people all over the Yatch.‘Secret my ass’ You think before step on board.

“Invitation.”One of the guard block your way.You roll your eyes in annoyance before send it to him.He checks and asks few questions.You answer all of them and decide to hurry things up.

“Sorry but I have a meeting so can you hurry up?”

The guard then let you leave with no more question.First step complete,second is progressing.You decide to give yourself a tour around the Yatch first. Collecting information from the conversation here and there,that’s enough for you to start second step.

When the event start,you secretly enter main deck where every files and important list of peeple are there.Knocking out the guard one by one,you finally arrive in front of the metal door.Spin the metal wheel,the door unlock.

“Here we go,my final.”

Taehyung POV.

“Sir we ready.”

“Then start the mission.”

All of my men seperate all over the venue.I,myself,walk toward the main deck to find the files and send to the headquater.I stroll along the way down the corricor until I find the place.

To my surprise,The guards around there knock down by someone.Something looks suspicious here.I hope the other gangs get it.I am going to destroy this loop by myself.I enter the open door,carefully step in.

‘No one,impossible.’I become even more careful after find and emoty room.

*crack*

‘Like I thought.’

“Come out or I blow your head.”

I threat.Gun point at the sound source.I am really sure someone is inside here with me.The figure show up with gun also pointing at me.Nice body....wait,what am I thinking.Taehyung,focus on your mission. 

Just then she dodger me and start to live the room.I follow her out and block her way.We both start fighting for the file which still in her hand.She’s a fierce on,I could tell.

“Sir,you got it?The team will arrive soon.”

“Yeah got it.”

Y/N POV.

‘Such a pest’ I think to myself while fighting to get free from this guy.Why I need to have someone tail behind right now.All of sudden my grip on the guy loose,my tattoo is burning my skin like fire.

“Ouch”With that,he uses this opportunity to cuff my with hand cuff.

“What the hell!”I whisper scream.

“You’re coming with us.”And then that guy talk something into his ear pieces and drag me along with him.

‘This is great.’

I am sitting inside the ruin dusty metal bars.What the fuck is happening again? I want to finish my mission and here I am,in this room.Just then one of the officer bring me out and push me in the white room.

“Sit.”

“Who the hell are you? And don’t order me.”

“I’m the leader here and I suggest you to sit before I command my men to drag you out and let the judge sentence you to death.”

“Don’t you dare to threat me!”

Author POV.

The interogation process is a mess.Both of them nearly fight inside the room.No one really dare to get inside since that’s the order from their leader.Someone then enter and everyone bow.

“Stop you both.”

“Sir.”Taehyung turn toward the cheif and bow.You throwa dagger to him with a stare.

“What is this mess,uncle?”Taehyung raise his head up and look at the figure in front of him.‘Uncle?’One word that become a question to him.

“So you decide to not tell me that you let this guy*point at Taehyung*interfer my mission?Give me a good reasons right now.”

“You are a stubborn kid who solo the mission without being aware of your life. Can’t I worry about my neice?”The cheif reply.

“If you were worry,you wouldn’t let me train 15 years ago.”

Y/N spit the hurtful fact about her life.The cheif sign and then continue to explain Taehyung about you.The guy only nod and speak nothing.He’s still confuse the relationship between the cheif and this girl.

“So I decide from now the case you will handle with Taehyung.”

“What!”

Few weeks later

“I’m the leader!”

“No I’m the leader!”

In the meeting of his team and yours,it doesn’t go really well.‘Both of you are good,you will get along.’ No that’s not gonna happen in any minute and your subordinates can see that quiet clear.

“Sir we have problem...”And before he finish,the electric start to go off.

“Hi ladies and gentlemen,how are you guys doing?”

“Bastard”Both of you grit your teeth.Knowing well who is he.

“Well chill....I can see you guys team up already.What a nice little plan.However, make sure that you guys won’t be late for my party.I’m waiting.”

The screen turn off again.You and Taehyung need to quit this little game right away and start planning everything.His team will take care of information while yours will take care of operation plan.It’s easy for your team to handle operation team.You are the top spy afterall.

“Boss we get his location.What next?”One of your coworker ask.

“Be ready,we’ll arrive there soon.”

You decide not to tell Taehyung and his team since this is your mission.You want to work this out alone.Little do you know,your body isn’t fine for the past few days.After the day that you tattoo burnt or it was just youe feeling.Your body so getting weaker.

“Lucky it was on my left arm.”You wrap a pain relieve up with the bandage around it.Then you continue to dress for the mission.

“What are you,super hero?”

“I can handle myself!”

“Shut it,I won’t let you ruin this!”

Talking about your mission,it was smooth sailing.One thing that piss you off are Taehyung standing here and arguing with you right now.No one dare to enter the room,not when you both consumed by anger and try to kill each other.

“Missy listen here,you uncle order is important to me.”

“But not to me.”

“Can’t you quit that stubborn attitude and let’s work this out together?”

“I’m not gonna work with the one that ruin my plan.”You boil with anger.Shouting back and forth with him like it’s a battle.However,that stop when you feel your arm burn again.

Taehyung whose patient is now below than zero grab your arm.You yelp out with pain.‘Bsastard why need to be there?’ You curse in your head.HE notices it immediately and takes off your bandage.Revealing the red burn around the tattoo which is like a hole for something.

“You need to rest.”He speaks with cold demanding voice.You startle with how his attitude change.He leaves the room.You look at your tattoo and back to the door.

‘It’s not possible,is it?’ Last thing Taehyung think in his head before he leaves.

Time Skip

“So this is our plan.We’re going to lure them out into a cruise...”Taehyung explain the plan, but you didn’t listen one a bit.You feel like you aren’t yourself today.Head throb with pain.

“Y/N stay here,you guys dismiss.”The others go out one by one.Worrry is written on their face.Preparing themselves to hear both of them argue loudly in this room again.They are all worry their leaders,but afraid to interfer.

Taehyung explain the plan and discuss with you.You quite surprise of his new side,calm yet serious at the same time.You never see this side of him. Wondering how this guy who arrogant and full of himself change into someone that speak calmly yet you can feel his dangerous aura.

MIssion Day

“Woh our captain is sexy as hell.”

“Yeah wish we can see her in swimming suite again after this.”Your subordinates whisper to each other so do Taehyung.He suppress his thirst and focus on the plan.

Your subordinates and his dress as if they are apart of big mafia.Taehyung is the boss while you are his assistance.You all cover the identity really well.Some of you need to make over especially you and Taehyung since you both might already be in the information base.

“Thanks for making this deal with us,Mr.V”One of the member speak.

“Not a problem,I think we should relax a bit and let’s enjoy my party.”Taehyung gesture to the girls that we hire for fake party.Their leader nod.He easily gets in the trap.

The party start and everything is under the control of you guys.None of them notice that this wasn’t a party and you all weren’t a mafia group.When there’s a chance,one by one disappear.Leaving the leader with you.

“Gotcha”You speak and handcuff him.

“Wait what is this?”

“You’re under the arrest.”Taehyung speak with his gun pointing at the guy.The guy then smirk and all of sudden kick you and get your gun.You stand up and fight with the guy.

*click bang*

The sound from gun appear.Taehyung doesn’t why he mad all of sudden,but he use his gun then slap that guy.Knocking the man which in a second lay on the wooden floor.

“No I’m fine.”You speak.You head is spinning and your blood run cold.You feel like you’ll knock out in any moment.‘No not yet.’You mumble with yourself and clear eveything with Taehyung.

“Y/N!!!”

A week later

“No I’m not going to listen to this bullshit!”You shout.One week in hospital wasn’t  something you expect.Well there is one thing far worse than staying in the hospital anyway.

‘Miss this is the sign of you rejecting your soulmate.If you continue,it might be so dangerous that it will be fatal pain.’

“No it’s not him!”You scream out.You can’t believe that your soulmate is Taehyung.Why on earth?You want to go and find god and slap him really hard. Maybe that will make him gain some sense that you and him weren’t a good partner.

“You can’t ignore your fate.”The last thing your uncle say before he leave the room.You sigh and look out the window.

In this pass week,Taehyung atiitude changed completely.You don’t know if it’s because he know that you’re his soulmate or other reason.You can’t trust him yet.Even though,he seemed to be nicer than before.

“Maybe he changes because of soulmate thing.”

On the other hand,Taehyung went crazy when he found out.He didn’t think that his guess would be true.It made him fell for you more than he had.His big secret was a crush on you and you didn’t know.You can say it’s love at first sight. Knowing you’re his soulmate makes everything clear for him.

Attempt #1

“Let me give you a drive back home.”

“I say get lost,Kim!”

Attempt #2

“Flowers for you.”

“I don;t like flowers.”*throw them into a bin*

Attempt #3

“I heard from the other day that today is your birth-”

“If you buy me a present,I’ll return it immediately.”

*Later on in the evening,the dilivery land on your house* “Miss,the order is here.”

Attempt #4

“Are you free tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go on a date.”

“Then no,I’m not free tonight.”

Sadly that he needs to put effort to get his girl.His coworkers notice it and they help him.Yes,they still afraid of him.However,seeing him smile and many attitude change make them want to help their leader.

*knock knock*

“Jagi what’s that?”Taehyung ask.You startle and hide his diary.

“ No..noyhing.”Taehyung gaze at you and give suspicious look.He notices you hide something so he walk closer and closer.

“You know...naughty girl should be punish right?”He smirks and you gulp. Leaning closer until his face is in front of you.Staring deep to reach your soul, you freeze in place.Using that chance,he gets the diary from you.

“Tsk..tsk..tsk...”You smile with your face drain the color.Knowing what will come for you.You then run out while Taehyung chase you from behind.

“Yah! stop it Kim Tae-”

“Gotcha.”He carry you back toward your share bedroom.Ending up exhausted from laughing too much.You both lay down and catch your breathe.

“Still hurt?”He asks while caress the tattoo area.You shake  your head.Then he kiss it gently.

“Not anymore.Not when I accepted you that day.”He smiles genuinely.Caress your face he peck your lips.The pairs of cherry lips land on you feel really soft as if it’s a cushion.

“Thank you,for accepting me.”

First you chased someone.The next moment someone chase you.What a plot twist you having there?Well you won’t complain anyway since you end up getting your soulmate.

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Secret Sketches

GOT7

Im Jaebum (JB)/Reader [F]

Genres: Cute/Fluff

Words: 5.1k

I think I had too much fun writing this??? Thank youuu

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You currently sat in a booth, waiting for JB at some local hole in the wall diner you two had found in the past.  He had texted you, asking if you wanted to come over or go out to eat something with him that afternoon, and with no other plans and you missing your best friend, you had reason to decline.  Another reason is for you to get mental and maybe even a few sneaky pictures of him to snap on your phone.  

You waited for him, getting there early as you took the small black bag off your back and pulled out your most recent sketchbook and opened it to the latest page you started to sketch on. You always sketched when you were by yourself, or if you were in an environment where you didn’t know anyone.  One simple reason was because of what littered the pages of your sketchbook.

Sketches of JB is what you hid so fiercely from any familiar eye around.  The only person who knew what was inside the book was Jinyoung, and that was only because he snatched it out of your hand last time you were at his house and he was being a dick. Now he silently teases you about it and promises not to tell anyone after you literally begged him for nearly and hour.  You also blocked him inside his own house so he couldn’t leave until he promised.  

You would sometimes take pictures of him you would find online or take your own pictures when he isn’t looking and then put them on your computer before printing out a small version of it to tape to the corner of your sketch page and then sketch it out with pencil.  Sometimes you would just sketch from memory or there was one time you sketched him when he fell asleep.  

You weren’t being a creepy, or being some crazy stalker fangirl.  He was your best friend and, idol or not, he was what inspired you to draw.  To sketch and be artistic.  As cliche as it was, he was your muse.  His singing and talents inspired you, his words kept you up and going and his features, from bedhead to showtime, were your inspiration and motivation to keep doing art.  

You did to other things too, like still sketches or messed with paint and what not, but you never let him peek inside your precious sketchbook you always had on you.  You were currently sketching and darkening a shadow of his jawline when you heard feet coming closer to you from behind.  You quickly slammed your book shut, and peered over your shoulder to see JB enter the diner and wave to you.  You stuffed your book back into your bag and tossed your pencil in with it just as he sat down.

“You were sketching again?”  You nodded at him, zipping your bag.  “You’re never going to show me what’s in that thing, are you?”  You looked up, seeming to be thinking for a moment.  But in fact, you were just playing and prolonging the answer he always got.

“Hmm, I think, no.” He just huffed and shook his head, laughing slightly as the two of you changed topics and started conversing.  

It had been a while since he actually saw you in person.  He had been too busy lately to go out and do things freely without someone following him or him being on the way to some promotion or show.  He would call you and text you as much as possible and you two did speak everyday, but it wasn’t the same as actually seeing you sit in front of him.  

He listened to you ramble on about your college classes your talking on about the people who annoyed you and the people who didn’t.  Your exams and results, even your job.  He listened to it all, and took everything in, listening intently to every word.  He didn’t really care what you spoke about, so long as you spoke to him.

“And as always, I’m probably boring you again.”  You told him as you huffed and grabbed your drink you ordered some time ago and twirled your straw around before sipping on it.  He shook his head, taking his own cup and bringing it up to his lips to take a drink from the edge of the glass.  

“No.  I enjoy listening to you ramble, contrary to popular belief.”  You just rolled your eyes at him.  “You mentioned working on something new for your art class, didn’t you?”  You looked at him and nodded.

“Yeah.  Just a landscape though.  I’m not very good at those, I’d much rather do a still sketch of an object or a person than a large chunk of land.”  He watched you put your elbow on the table and lean into your palm, twirling your straw to stir the ice in your glass.  You weren’t very enthusiastic about it it seemed.  

“How much have you finished of it?”  You tapped the straw with your index finger, thinking for a moment.  

“Uh, I have the outlines sketched lightly on one of my canvases, so I could start with color if I wanted to.”

“Medium you’re using this time?”

“I’ll probably just watercolor.  It’s easier to blend than oils or acrylics, or with me it is anyways.”  You knew what he was going to ask next.  He always asked the same thing when he brought up your work.  

“Can I come and watch you work on it then?” There it was.  You just smiled at him as you finally dropped your arm from your cheek and let it hit the table and looked at him.

“Don’t you always?”

“It’s always better to ask.”  You nodded sarcastically at him.

“Right.  If I let Bambam come over anytime he wants to, then you’re sure as hell welcome to waltz in whenever you want to.”  

“Yeah, well, Bambam has no sense of mannerisms because you spoil him too much.”  You faked a hurt gasp.  Bambam was a like a little brother to you, and you needed to spoil him.  It was your obligation. JB just laughed and swatted at your arm across the table, only whiffing your skin as you pulled your arm back too quickly.  

You then grabbed your bag and slung it on your shoulder after digging out some cash to set on the table for the price of your drink.  You slid out of the booth and stood up, stretching, before putting your hands on your hips and looked down at JB who was taking a sip of his, nearly empty, drink.

“Well, if you’re coming over, do so now.  I’m going to start when I get home and home is where I’m headed.”  You turned and moved to the door, stopping only to chat with a friend of yours about an assignment in one of your core classes woh sat at a different table.  JB looked at your bills on the table and shook his head. He dug out enough money to pay for both drinks and grabbed your bills, hiding them in his sleeve as he walked over to you.

“You ready?”  You looked up and asked him.  He nodded as he pat your bag that was on your back.  The pat was his silent way of telling you he was ready to go, or so you thought. However, what he really did was slip your money back into your smallest pouch, not letting you waste your money you needed to be careful with, for a drink he would happily pay for in your stead.

The walk home wasn’t long and soon you entered your apartment. It was like any other ordinary apartment with a couple bedrooms, a bathroom, kitchen and living room all connected along the entrance to the small hallway.  One room was obviously yours, the other was your ‘studio’ as you called it.  You kept your canvases and sketchbooks, brushes, pencils and mediums of all kinds in that room.  

Lined with plastic covering the tan carpeted floor to keep it from being stained at any point and a ceiling fan to help move the scent of paint or wax out the open window faster.  It was almost like a real art studio.

You entered your studio, JB behind you, and set your bag on the desk, taking your sketchbook out and setting it on the desktop before turning back to JB.  

“I’m going to go change into something I don’t mind getting dirty.  You can just pull up a stool and wait in here.”  You turned to go, but stopped.  “Oh, and the clothes you left here from the last time you stayed over is in the bag you also left in the living room.  Grab that before you leave this time.”  With that you trotted out.  

JB went and grabbed the bag of his he forget and saw his clothes stuffed inside.  He had been wondering where that shirt had got to, now the mystery was solved. He brought it back with him in the studio, knowing if he didn’t, he’d forget everything again. Then, in his waiting moments of hearing you jungle around with your hangers to find your art clothes, he looked at your sketchbook.  

He put his bag down by your desk and picked up the book, almost afraid to open it.  He knew you didn’t like anyone looking in it, but he was your best friend.  What could be in this god forsaken book that you wouldn’t even let him see?  It couldn’t possibly be anything that bad.  It was obviously PG, or else you wouldn’t even dare to open it in public places or places children could sneak a peek at it.  So what could it be?

He took a breath and steeled himself before hooking his finger under a few pages and slowly cracking it open.  He nearly dropped the damn thing when he opened it to see his own face staring back at him- er, well not at him, but angled in a way it would be looking right past him.  It was a sketch of him, shaded and all in pencil.  He could see the outlines of your starting basic shapes and how you used different pencils for darker places and detail.  There was writing on bottom of the page, but he heard you coming back to the room before he could read it.  

Acting totally on impulse, he shut the book and stuffed it into his bag with his clothes, even burying it under them before he moved to sit on the stool in the back corner, the same place he always sat and pulled out his phone to seem like he was on it the whole time.  

Not a second later you opened the studio door and stepped in, the sound of the crinkling plastic under your bare feet.  Your jeans were covered in old paint stains and your black, old tank top was as well.  Your hair was tied up into a messy, loose bun on the back of your head and you even had your glasses perched on your nose today.  Your hands and wrists were bare of all jewelry and you only had the necklace the boys had got you on, but tucked under your tank top.

JB always preferred seeing you all bare and covered in paint than anything else.  It made him feel oddly satisfied to know you were comfortable working in front of him; and the outfits clad in paint always made sure to tell him that, even if you didn’t.  

“Like I always say, just go when you get bored, alright?”  He just rolled his eyes and leaned against the two walls behind him that met in the corner.

“I won’t get bored until you stop.”  And with a rolled of your eyes this time, you were grabbing your things and were soon painting.  

You were copying a blown up image of the nearby park you took a picture of.  Swapping to look at the image only to paint a bit, back up and then get closer just to make small changes, look back at the photo and repeat.  JB wouldn’t be able to explain why he enjoyed watching you work if someone asked him.  If anyone else were to work so quietly in front of him, he’d probably doze off, but you always kept him wide awake. 

You would occasionally share a short conversation or you’d tell him to start playing some music from either his or your phone, and when he did he’d enjoy watching you tap your foot or slightly dance around when you backup to make sure you were painting correctly.  

It was getting closer to dusk now, so you decided to call it quits or else JB would never go back home.  You knew Jinyoung was coming to his house tonight, something or other about JJP, so you couldn’t keep him here.  You huffed as you dipped your brushes into your cup of your cheap paint thinner solution and turned around to motion to JB you were done for the night.

“How’s it coming?” He lifted himself from his stool and walked over to you as you turned to your canvas and crossed your arms, shifting your weight to one leg and tilting your head.

“Not sure.  I’m happy with some of it, other parts I wanna fix, but I’ll work on it more tomorrow probably.” You turned back to JB and pulled your phone from your pocket and showed him the time, tapping on the screen.  “Now, you need to go home.  Jinyoung will call and shout at me if you aren’t home when he gets there.  It’s annoying when he yells at me over the phone.”  

“You could just mute him, or put the phone on the table until he’s done.”

“Yes, but I’ve tried that.  Then he yelled at me for not listing when he’s ‘lecturing’.”  You used air quotes around the final word and caused JB to chuckle. “Seriously thought, get home you oaf.”  You slightly pushed on his arm and pointed at his bag, still in the corner.  “And take your bag with you!”  He was suddenly reminded of the sketchbook in said bag.  

Should he give it back?  You hadn’t even noticed it was gone, far too busy with painting.  Maybe he could borrow it, just for a day and apologize tomorrow.  If you were angry, then he’d buy you food or take you out, but after seeing that picture of him and not being able to read what it said, he had to know.  

He had to.  

He went and grabbed the bag, slinging it on his shoulder as you walked him down to the main floor of your building and saw him off.  He said his final goodbyes before he swiped his thumb across your cheek, catching the last bit of some still not yet dry paint that lingered on your skin.  

“Paint.”  Was all he said as he rubbed his thumb against his forefinger to slowly rid the color off his skin.  You crossed your arms and chuckled at him.

“Thanks, but it would have came off in the shower.”  And with one more shove from you and a small hug, careful not to get paint on him (he didn’t really care, he was getting a hug, paint or no paint), he was off and you were headed back inside to your apartment for a much needed shower.

When he got home, he was indeed greeted by an annoyed Jinyoung with his phone in hand, probably more than ready to call you and rant about how JB wasn’t home when he got there.  JB only put his bag on the couch and told him not to call you, because then he wouldn’t be able to show him what he had found, or rather tell him about the sketchbook of yours he had.

“Why not?  I can’t just not call her.”  

“No, I have her sketchbook and if you call her, she might find out.”  Jinyoung took a moment.  

“You,” he pointed at his older friend, “have Y/N’s sketchbook?” JB nodded.  “Like, the one she’s using right now, not a new one?”  He nodded again.  “And why do you have it?  I know damn well she wouldn’t just let you have it.  Oh, I know she wouldn’t.”  JB rubbed his neck.

“I saw it on her desk when she was out of the studio changing and I just opened it and I didn’t get to look as long as I wanted to, so I just stuffed it in my bag,” he reached in the bag and pulled it out, “and now here it is.”  JB looked at the black, simple hardcover of it.  

“So, what’s in the book Hyung?” JB looked at Jinyoung, hearing a slight twinge of playfulness in his voice with the spoken honorific.  He arched his brow at him; he was acting like he knew something. “What’s with the look?”

“You’re acting weird.”

“Just answer my question.  What’s inside?”  JB just shook it off and opened the book again, this time to a different page to yet another picture of him.  Jinyoung held back his smile at the sketches.  You really were very talented.  “You?”

“Me.”  He flipped a few more pages.  All of them were him.  Some had small Polaroid photos of him doing random, everyday tasks taped to the top corners  of pages with your sketch of the same photo below it.  Some had many small sketches of him.  A few pages just had profiles of him with no photo reference, just memory.  Then some had small notes and messages about him.  

The two men took the book and sat at the kitchen table, laying the book on the hard surface and looked it over together.  Jinyoung was already aware of most of the content inside, but he did enjoy looking at your newest additions to your JB Admiration Book as he calls it.  

Meanwhile, JB felt his face get hotter with each note and paragraph he read.  Each small heart or star you littered a page with.  Each extremely detailed sketch of him he looked at.  He was flattered, yet confused.  Why would you, someone so talented, decided to draw him?  Much less, over and over again and not tell him about it?  

Don’t misunderstand, he didn’t care that you didn’t tell him, he didn’t mind at all. But, if you wanted to sketch him, all you had to do was ask.  He’d play stubborn for a bit, but in the end he wouldn’t say no to you.  He couldn’t say no to you.

“Oh, I haven’t seen this one.”  Jinyoung took the book and slid it closer to him as he looked at the newest sketch you were doing today at the diner while you waited on JB.  It wasn’t finished, as the only solid, dark lines were his jawline and his shoulders. “Seems like she’s not done with this one.  Shame.”  JB looked at his friend.

“You act like you’ve seen this before?”  Jinyoung looked back as he slid the book back to JB.

“Of course I have.”  JB gaped.

“What?!  But, she doesn’t show anyone this book!”

“She doesn’t unless she’s backed into a corner and forced to come out with it.”  JB gave him a look, not wanting to know what he did to be able to see inside.

“What did- you know what, nevermind, I don’t want to know.”  Jinyoung nodded at him as he watched JB reread all the notes. They weren’t exactly notes, but things about Jb that you admire about him.  Dare say, loved about him.  

You talked about the moles he has on his eyelid. His nose, his shoulders, his lips, his eyes, his brows and even his forehead.  Some of the pictures where he was laughing you talked about his laugh and his smile.  The one he was sleeping was chalk full of mushy things about how cute he is when he’s relaxed.  Or focused when he’s working, tired when he’s busy, and sulky when he misses you.  

“You know,” Jinyoung started, “I don’t think it’s too far-fetched to say she has a little crush on you.”  JB didn’t look at him, but he could hear the smirk on his face.  Jinyoung constantly poked fun at JB for his more than obvious soft spot for you, and now that he knew that he knew how both sides felt, he was in the middle of a fun game where he poked and jabbed at you both without either of you noticing.  He was crafty.

“I couldn’t come up with a valid argument if I tried.”  JB couldn’t stop looking through it again and again.  “How do I give this back to her?”

“Just text her saying that you’ll come to her place tomorrow when she’s out of class.  She’ll probably be in a frenzy all day from not having the sketchbook.  So, she’ll be delighted to see it at first when you return it, then the realization will set it and bam.  Opportunity open.”  JB eyed him.

“Just how long have you been hoping this would happen?”

“A while.”  

“It shows.”

Jinyoung stayed a bit longer and the two of them did actually get to talk about what they needed to for a bit before he was leaving to his own home.  JB sat in his bed, changed and ready for bed at nearly midnight, but kept going through the book over and over and over again.  He couldn’t believe it, and even if he kept looking back and forth to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, it was still hard to believe.

He didn’t doubt anything, but he was just surprised.  Someone like you, actually liked him? It just shocked him, but it was a joyful shock. A happy one that would be confirmed tomorrow.  So with one final look through, a text to you saying he’d be over tomorrow to ‘watch you work more’ and placing the book on his nightstand for the night.  He tucked himself into bed and basically forced himself to go to sleep, for the next day couldn’t come faster.

The next day when he was heading to you place, he hadn’t gotten a reply from you but he knew you had seen it.  Part of him felt guilty, knowing you were probably anxious to high heaven about losing your sketchbook, but if he hadn’t taken it, he would have never known.  He made his way to your building and trotted up to your floor and entered your apartment, knowing the passcode lock code to get inside.

He went in, taking off his shoes and was met with your body slumped, laying across your couch, face in the cushions and arms hanging above your head over the armrest.  Yeah, this was more or less what he was expecting.  He sat on ground next to your head, his bag next to him as he rubbed your back.

“Y/N?”  You groaned to him a greeted.  He almost smiled, finding your sulking cute.  “You seem glum, something happen?”  Lets see if he can get you to spill about losing your book first.  You shook your head, denying anything.  He rolled his eyes as he pinched your side, making you jump and turn your head to see him. Well, almost.  Your hair covered your face, so JB took the liberty to move it out of the way and tuck it behind your head or behind your ear.  

“Hello there,” he smiled to you.

“Hello yourself,” you grumbled back.  JB just sighed and unzipped his bag as you turned and faced the ceiling to sulk some more.  He pulled the book from his bag and then moved to hold it above your face.  You gasped and sat up, slamming your face into the hardcover of it, knocking it out of his hand and down into your lap.  JB gasped in turn as you connected with it.  Your forehead was turning red, but all you did was grasp the book and sigh in relief.  

“That’s where it was. Thank goodness it was safe.”  You huffed as JB just sat there, waiting.  Waiting for you to realize he had the book.  He had it all along and with as long as he had it, he knew you would realize he went through it.  You jumped to yourself and whipped around to look at him, nearly falling off the couch before he caught your shoulders to keep your upper half suspended in air, your knees still on the couch cushions.

“Why did you have my book?!”  Your yelling pushed your body forward, as you unconsciously pushed forwards with your knees, and the lack of support behind JB made him fall onto his back as you fell onto him, both hitting the ground with a dull thud and hoping the people under you don’t bother to investigate the sudden noise.

You shook your head and moved to sit up, not realizing how you sat on his stomach, legs on either side of him and hands on his chest.  Book long forgotten on the couch cushions.  You looked down at him as he looked up at you.  Clearly your mind was in a different world than his, his mindset too focused on how you sat on him at the present moment in time, you demanded answers.

“Well?”  He just looked away from you, clearing his throat. “Im Jaebum, why did you have my book!”  He looked back to you.

“Yah!  Where are your manners at?”

“Clearly not here right now, as I want answers!” He sighed as he explained.

“I wanted to know what you always kept hidden in that stupid thing, so I took a peek and when I was looking at it, you were coming back and so I stuffed it in my bag and took it home.  End of story.”  

“That’s all.  End of story.  So you didn’t look inside anymore?”  He rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Of course I did.  Why wouldn’t I when I had the damn thing.”  Your face grew to show a bright red colored face of panic as everything hit you.  He knew all the things you wrote, all the pictures you had and took, all the sketches you did.  All the feelings you wrote down that you would never be able to tell him to his face.  Not to mention, you finally realized how you were pinning him down and started to scramble to get off him and run from your problems.

Perfect plan, right?  Just run away and don’t deal with the repercussions of your stupid little hobby and all will be well, right?  That’s how that works, isn’t it?

You swung your legs over his stomach and moved to stand up, but a grip on your wrist dragged you back to the floor with a yelp.  You hit the ground on your bottom before you were being trapped.  JB sat with his legs on either side of yours, his arms wrapped over your biceps and hands clasped together in front of your chest, pulling your back to his chest, keeping you locked against him.  

He pushed his cheek against the top of your head as he felt your breathing quicken.  He tried calming you down by whispering to you that it was okay and that he wasn’t angry about anything.  He wanted you to calm down so he could explain himself, then maybe you could explain what everything meant.  

He had an inkling of an idea, but he wanted to hear you say it.  He wanted it to be certain.  

“I just want to know Y/N.  What do those things you wrote mean?”  

“W-what things in particular?”

“All of it.”  If his cheek wasn’t still against your head, you would have thrown your head back in frustration.

“You’re being unfair.”  

“I think the unfair one is you here. You drew amazing sketches, took pictures and wrote so many things down in that book and never told me.”  He felt you stiffen.  

“I-I’m sorry, I know it’s a breach of your privacy.  I just really like how you look and well- you know, you’re my best friend and well-”  You cut yourself off with a sigh and started kicking your feet in annoyance accompanied with whines.  Your childlike behavior was basically confirming his suspensions more and more.  He snickered behind you making you snap at him. “What’re you laughing about?!”  

“Nothing.”  He moved to put a kiss behind your ear, making you jump as he felt a buzz in his pocket. His phone. He had let you go, as you moved not too far from him, but out from his grasp as he dug his phone out of his pocket and opened it.  You watched him tap around and smirk at his screen as your face felt like you could fry an egg on it.  

He looked up to you and smiled bigger as he held his phone out to you.  You looked at him, then it, then him again. He wiggled the phone a bit, gesturing for you to take it.

“Read it.  It’s from Jinyoung.”  You hesitantly took the phone, wondering why he wasn’t acting like he hadn’t just kissed behind your ear as he trapped you in his arms after admitting he took your sketchbook.  You should be mad, but all you could be is confused and flustered.

Looking at the phone screen, you wanted to throw the phone itself, the text not helping your already jumbled mess of questions in your head.  

“You tell her you like her yet?”  

You looked back up to JB as he was now leaned his elbow on the couch cushion, legs crossed under him and he supported his chin on his palm.  He looked way too calm, and way too cocky for that matter.  He was filled with pride and something about that comforted, yet worried you.

“Uh, JB? What’s he talking about?”  He shrugged.

“Talking about the girl I like.  He knew I took her sketchbook and he told me how to give it back to her and how it would be the perfect chance to tell her how I felt.”  Screaming was a thing that you wanted to do, but if you did, the neighbors of yours would most certainly bang down your door to make sure you weren’t being murdered, or to murder you.

“So t-that girl, is she-”

“You?  Yeah.”  You froze again as he leaned towards you and kissed your nose, making you jump.  He grabbed your wrist again and pulled your forwards to where your face hit his chest and knocked him backwards, like before when you landed off the couch.  Only this time, he held your chest to his as you lay on him and he just laughed.  He laughed long and hard and soon, you were laughing with him too.

You weren’t sure why you were laughing, or how you got to the point you couldn’t stop, but every other feeling was gone besides happiness now.  Your anger, confused, flustered emotions were gone like a storm and your laughter mixed with JB’s was like the sun coming back out, promising to soak up the rain and make it brighter again.  

Love surely was a thing to laugh about, especially with your new boyfriend.  

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Who’s bad at endings?  Well, me of course~! 

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Badboy!The8 ~ Pt. 3

A/N: Shoutout to Red Velvet to releasing a very appropriate song to this au! Also I think this is the final part of the serie! Unless I get a lot of requests for this I think this is where I’ll end it! 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  Part 2  ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You quickly went over to Minghao and whispered to him “What do we do now? Run?”

Minghao sighed. “Just let me handle this, stay here and don’t embarrass yourself.”

So many questions were going through your head ‘Is he gonna take on all those guys on his own??’ ‘Is he really that strong?’ ‘How is he even this calm??”

You thought about running away while you still could but honestly you thought you had more chance to survive waiting for Minghao to solve it all

“Guys guys, I told you I’d take care of this. They won’t get up our business ever again.”

“Wohoo Ming is getting possessive. Chill dude, we just wanted to see which simple soul was stupid enough to get into this situation.” 

They then proceeded to look over to you

“It’s a girl??” “Wait isn’t that Y/n from a few blocks over?” “Well fuck I think it is!”

Oh, oh god 

you felt so stupid, that was his gang, not the Black Jets

He must’ve been just annoyed they saw you two together...

“Yeah that’s Y/n alright, she’s just into art. We won’t hear from them again in the future.”

“Wait one second... what’s she wearing? Oh my god Minghao you trying to get into her pants?” This question was quickly followed with laughter from the whole group

“Lemme look at her from a little closer though, I wouldn’t mind smashing that.” another gang member said.

“Can we just go and consider this finished? The wall and street is our territory again and she won’t get involved again. Let’s go.” 

It was clear Minghao’s last words were an order. The last offer he’d give them before snapping

So that was it, Minghao and his friends left, you just sat down for a second to comprehend everything that happened in the past hour

After all this, why did you still feel like you wanted to discover more of him?

But time went by, new drawings appeared on the wall, everything was just like nothing changed

You did think of Minghao once in a while but you thought it was pretty clear he wanted nothing to do with you

That was until well, you started taking a new way to get home from work

Normally you’d walk by a big open street but they were renovating the sidewalk 

You couldn’t complain you’ve almost sprained your ankle twice thanks to that sidewalk

So yeah, you just had to take another road

You did recognise the graffiti tag on the walls, this was Black Jet territory.

But then again, they never saw you and if you took another way around you’d take like 15 minutes longer to get home

Okay you might get whistled at once in a while... maybe you felt super unsafe as well...

One day after a late work party you recognised a Fire Horn member who had laughed at you that one night. He seemed to recognise you as well. “Woh woh Y/n I didn’t think so. You may not be a Fire Horn but you came up for our group so we’re cool. But let me give you some good advise, don’t ever go through here again. The Black Jets will eat you alive if they know who you are.”

So you were scared enough to try take the 15 minute longer route because you weren’t gonna arrange your own funeral. You did wonder, how were you know in the gangs? Were you an unofficial Fire Horn member?

To your relief the place was beautiful, more greens, less buildings, some nice old ladies that always greeted you on the way home

There was a cute middle school in the street and about when after school activities ended you had to make your way through the street

One day though a reckless kid rode into you with his bike, the child was okay though he could put his feet down fast enough not to lose balance

And well you were laying on the ground with chafed knees and hands

Luckily this sweet middle aged woman offered to get you some band aids and disinfect the wounds

She let you into her house and said you could wait on the sofa while she searched for her first-aid kit

While you were awkwardly waiting in the woman’s living room you heard someone come down the stairs

It was a surprisingly familiar face

“Woh woh what the fuck, Y/n? How the fuck did you even get in here?” 

Yes indeed, this was Minghao’s home, apparently it was his mom that helped you

“Wait one second I didn’t even know this was your house! Your mom let me in because of this.”

You pointed to your knees and showed the palms of your hands afterwards

He came down further from the stairs and came to sit next to you and took your hands to examine them

“What did you do now though?”

Your got this nice feeling in your stomach thanks to the sudden touch but still answered normally “Some crazy kid drove into me with his bike, so I fell. Nothing serious though.”

His mom had returned with the first-aid kit, Minghao quickly gave you your hands back

“Oh was I interrupting something?”

He quickly got up to the kitchen “Nope. I’ll be getting some snacks, like a good host.”

You were just shocked how much more vulnerable he was in his own house

“So, do you guys know each other maybe?” 

She quietly started disinfecting your hands and knees

“Uh yeah we met through this art thing.” You didn’t know how much his mom knew about his gang life because she seemed like a pretty nice lady that’s not really involved in all of that

“Now you say it, I you really remind me of this drawing he made not long ago! Oh gosh I don’t think I should’ve said that if you know each other.” She said with a smile

Okay no you were sure she didn’t know anything about his gang life

“You know actually my son used to have a jacket just like the one you’re wearing now.”

Oh yeah

The jacket...

Actually because that jacket was warmer than all jackets you owned, you kept wearing it

Then Minghao came back into the living room with some little snacks that definitely took way less time to prepare because he didn’t want to get back in here

“Ming, look didn’t you have a jacket just like this one?”

You never thought you’d live to see this

But Minghao, the gang member who beat up countless people, that’s in a gang and does illegal stuff before breakfast

That Minghao, was blushing, red ears and all

“Uhm that is the jacket...”

And apparently Mr. though guy also can’t lie to his mom (at least when it’s not about gang stuff)

“Oh my god is that why you keep sneaking out at night? Is she your girlfriend?”

“Mom don’t, we’ll talk about this later. I just gave her the jacket because I don’t wear it anymore and she was cold.”

“I knew I raised a gentleman! But sure, I’ll stop embarrassing you. Y/n your knees and hands should be alright now, do you maybe want to stay for dinner?”

“No she doesn’t mom.” he quickly turned around to face you “Y/n let’s talk. Privately. My room.”

“Leave the door open sweety.”

Minghao made this horrible sound out of embarrassment, you really couldn’t help but laugh

“Oh god who would’ve thought a gang member would be such a mommy’s boy. I’m sorry but I’m enjoying this too much.”

“Please just shut it for one second my world is kind of collapsing. You, why do you have to keep meddling with my life? First you slip your phone number into my jacket after that night. Then you started messing with the Black Jet graffiti and now you’re in my house?”

“Hey I learned my lesson but me being in your house was not on purpose. But why exactly is your world collapsing?”

You made yourself comfortable and sat down on his bed

You did wonder if that was lowkey inappropriate because you weren’t exactly close friends

“Just, I don’t want my gang life and family life getting mixed up with each other. Not even one of my gang members knows where I live.”

He sat down next to you now hands in his hair, clearly contemplating his life

“Well I’m smart enough to stay out of gang business unlike someone here. Normally I’d have to walk through the Black Jets neighbourhood but I made a detour to this neighbourhood. That’s why I’m here every day. I even made friends with some old ladies down the street.”

“Please don’t tell me you’ve met my grandma as well?”

“Oh my god I always thought Mrs. Xu did look like you.”

“Well I guess I can’t blame you for this all, it’s all my fault for being so reckless. You were smart enough to stay away from the Black Jets at least...”

“Actually now you say it, one of your friends warned me. He said if they realised who I was, they would beat me up. What’s that all about?”

“About that, well, I kind of made the mistake of spray painting your face on a wall to claim you. We hear the Black Jets saw you paint the wall red again, they were planning on abusing or even killing you. My actions did have consequences but you’re well and alive and that’s what I was aiming for.” 

You didn’t believe your ears.

“So basically, I’m a member of your gang?”

“No not quite, more of a trophy? Wow that sounded way worse than I meant.”

“Nono I get it. Thanks though for the protection, what other consequences does this have though?”

“Uhm you cannot enter Black jet territory, in the gang world we’re practically dating and my gang will give you protection. And we need nothing in return it’s just if you are on Black Jet territory you’re a huge target, if you’re not they basically can’t do anything.”

“Hang on we’re dating?”

“Well, no but nobody can make a move on you. If they do they’ll get beat up by my people...”

Weird to think this was the real world and not kinder garden, then again the guy next to you probably witnessed some killings and torturing, hell he might’ve killed someone. You do hope nobody on your work starts flirting with you now though.

You felt kind of stupid that all of this is restraining your life. But then again it has been for who knows how long and you hadn’t even noticed. 

“Can I ask something though? Why didn’t you like inform me about this?”

“I believed that you’d stay out of Jet grounds after my talk so I didn’t worry too much.”

“But what if I started dating someone?”

He sighed for a second

“I just hoped it wouldn’t happen okay?”

Minghao looked down from embarrassment until you laid your hand on his thigh

When he lifted up his head you both instantly locked eyes, you felt there was some kind of sexual tention

You then looked down at his lips, you saw him doing the same

Before you knew it, you were both leaning in 

Minghao cupped your face with one hand, he took initiative and kissed you

The kiss was long but sweet, your lips were tingling of sensation

“Dinner’s ready!- Oh. Oh sorry leaving.” 

Way to ruin the mood... and your first impression with his dad

“You staying over for dinner then I guess?” 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  Part 4  ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Masterlist

#minghao #the8 #mounteenbase #badboy!AU #badboy #bad boy #seventeen #svt #17 #scenarios #imagines #drabbles #au #kpop scenarios #seventeen scenarios #seventeen drabbles #seventeen aus #minghao scenarios

[joylinda-hawks]

I'll let you go for now. WOH, episode 1. ZZS, abandoning the service of Prince Jin, leaves his palace. He doesn't hear the words of the prince who is looking after him. In winter, dressed only in simple ZZS robes, he hides his face and rides away on horseback in the previously chosen direction. Wherever it reaches, it is warm and around the house hidden in the forest we see beautiful, pure greenery. ZZS is sitting in front of a table with brushes and other accessories that will help change the appearance of the former commander Tian Chuang. ZZS, calm and relaxed, ties the bandage around his forehead and carefully weighs each powder he puts on his hands. There is a previously prepared mask on the table. ZZS takes it and applies it to the prepared face. He knows how to do it because this technique was known in the Siji Manor Sect. Artificial skin hides the beauty of a young man, but not completely. Even the mask of a beggar's face cannot hide the incredible beauty of ZZS. With delicate hand movements, ZZS applies the final corrections to the face, cuts off the excess mask with a knife and creates a visible scar on the left cheek. This scar is intended to distract the eye from his face, everyone is supposed to notice the scar at first glance, and the rest of the face will be so ordinary. When we look at ZZS, we see another person, but with ZZS eyes and lips, this cannot be covered with any mask or makeup. However, ZZS knows that almost no one should know him where he is going, but his disguise is perfect anyway. When ZZS finishes the final touches, he goes outside. There, he is greeted by the sun's rays, which are like an awakening for him, he was leaving the winter scenery not so long ago, and now he intends to go out into the world, enjoying the sun's rays. The sun is a salvation for ZZS, it warms not only his body, but also brings warmth to his soul. ZZS knows that he has little time before he dies, but he wants to make the most of it. He doesn't want to draw anyone's attention, he wants to be invisible. When he goes out into the sun, he turns his face towards its rays, so the sun beautifully illuminates the face of the hobo ZZS. ZZS finally knows that he is alive, even though somewhere inside he is haunted by his own demons. ZZS knows that he will have to leave the cottage and enter the crowd so that no one will find him or recognize him. ZZS guesses that Prince Jin will be looking for him sooner or later, and he does not intend to make this search easier for him. ZZS wants to experience freedom and this disguise will allow him to do so. I love this scene from the first episode, we immediately see the contrast of the seasons, which in my opinion fits what is happening in the soul of ZZS. While in the service of the Prince Jin - ZZS was like a frozen block of ice, leaving the palace and transforming into hobo Ah Xu, we discover layers of warmth in ZZS. ZZS needed a change, it was suffocating in the prince's Mansion . ZZS punished himself - while waiting for his end, he wanted to live the last months on his own terms, he wanted to live like an ordinary person, unrestrained by responsibilities. I also love this scene because of what the ZZS hobo looks like - worn clothes, dirty face, uncombed hair cannot hide the beauty of ZZS. There are shots here that make you want to ask who this beautiful man is, why he looks like this and what happened to cause him to be in such a condition. Likewise, you can't hide ZZH's beauty, nothing and no one can kill the sparkle in his eyes, the smile on his face, his perfect figure, narrow waist, muscular chest, powerful thighs and shapely calves and prominent ass. All attempts to find imitations are doomed to failure.

#zhang zhehan #zhou zishu #word of honor #wenzhou #wen kexing #gong jun

[dweemeister]

Pyaasa (1957, India)

When a print of Guru Dutt’s Pyaasa arrived at the Mumbai offices of Ultra Media & Entertainment (a film distribution and production company), the incomplete negative had almost completely melted. One of the most popular and acclaimed landmarks of Hindi cinema (“Bollywood” to many of you) needed immediate restoration. Several months of clean-up ensued, and the restorationists submitted the newly-cleaned print to the 2015 Venice International Film Festival. Pyaasa now has a second life for cinephiles who want to explore more of Bollywood – although, for the very fact that Pyaasa feels like a socially and thematically subversive work for its time, it is not recommended for beginners. As Guru Dutt’s first film after starring in and directing Mr. & Mrs. ‘55 (1955), Pyaasa is a magnificent feat of artistry and certainly Dutt’s most cinematic movie that he had made by that juncture in his career.

Vijay (Dutt) is a struggling poet uninterested in composing the treacly love poems that publishers and the public are demanding. “You call this gibberish ‘poetry?’” asks one prospective publisher, “You must write poems about love.” Against the wishes of his mother (Leela Mishra), he avoids living at home, lest he subject to the demeaning insults from his brothers. One evening, Vijay is wandering the streets when he hears a prostitute named Gulabo (Waheeda Rehman) singing his poetry. He follows, but she pushes him away when she realizes he has no money. Gulabo will, after reading a paper dropped from Vijay’s pocket, deduce that the person she just banished is the poet whose works she is enamored with. Further bitterness and disappointment follow Vijay when he learns his ex-girlfriend Meena (Mala Sinha) has married a hotshot publisher, Mr. Ghosh (Rehman; no relation to Waheeda Rehman). Vijay will begin work for Ghosh as a servant, leading to a finale flushed with bitter lyricism. The film also stars Johnny Walker as Abdul Sattar, a massage oil salesman who serves as comic relief.

Having gone through two previous Guru Dutt films in chronological order, my initial experiences with the Bollywood superstar included the swashbuckling spectacle of Baaz (1953) and the social satire of Mr. & Mrs. ‘55 (1955). Those two films allowed me to see the trajectory of Dutt’s directorial and developing aesthetic senses. Thematically, there is little in those previous films that could have prepared me – or frequent moviegoers in India in 1957, really – for what Pyaasa brings. The film is primarily capturing the travails of a struggling poet who composes poetry unmarketable to the masses. His words tell not of sweeping romances or witticisms, but commentaries on how cruel and destitute the world can be – heartbreak, injustice. Some of his poetry is social protest; these words seeping into the film’s soundtrack as lyrics (more on this later). For Vijay, his poetry serves to cleanse his soul of cynicism; anyone who purports to enjoy his poetry is celebrated, but he is not focused on numbers and mass popularity (although a decent paycheck might help). Yet there are still moments of the romantic in Vijay, at least from the past. In a flashback from his college days just over twenty minutes in – this scene is poorly edited, and it was not until several minutes afterwards did I realize it was a flashback – he recites this:

When I walk, even my shadow lags behind. When you walk, the universe keeps pace. When I stop, clouds of misery gather. When you stop, spring’s radiance is outshone.

That is the extent we ever hear of Vijay’s romantic poetry. 1950s Bollywood films certainly approached topics of materialism, but none to the extent and serrated cutting edge of Pyaasa. Pyaasa never reaches Satyajit Ray-levels of despondent, soul-crushing resolutions; however, this movie is more willing than most working in Hindi-language cinema at the time to avoid a glossy or compromised ending. Credit to Dutt for overruling screenwriter Abrar Alvi – who lobbied for a compromised ending – for the film’s fearless final twenty minutes. Perhaps Vijay’s decisions in the closing stages are not the most enlightened or practical, but make sense given the character’s tenacity and Dutt’s desire for an unconventional finish.

Most remarkable about Alvi’s screenplay to Pyaasa is how Gulabo is treated. No matter where movies were produced in the 1950s – the United States, Europe, across Asia, and elsewhere – the depiction of prostitutes and sex workers was a lot to be desired. As great as the following two movies both released in 1957 are, Pyaasa treats Gulabo with more dignity than Nights of Cabiria (a film that, upon seeing it six years ago, helped me recognize some personally regressive attitudes towards sex workers and learn more about the topic) does with its titular character. The tendency, even now, is to morally punish a sex worker character in a film, to demean them for their sexual expression, or to portray them as tragic figures suffering through unimaginable conditions of abuse or poverty. None of these apply to Gulabo – always in control of her situation, comprehending almost fully what she wants most in life, and subordinate to no one. Her actions throughout Pyaasa are out of love for Vijay and Vijay’s work, but there is no sense of “belonging” to a man or a romantic ideal of fixing a broken soul. A broken Vijay does not deserve the familial, financial, and mental turmoil that he is struggling through, so Gulabo selflessly helps Vijay from the desperate depths of his own mind.

In a twist, Dutt and Alvi – in a certain way of looking at it without spoiling the film – take the main character out of the film about a half-hour before the conclusion. We see Vijay’s brothers attempting to soothe their pain over their mother’s recent death (unbeknownst to Vijay) with illicit payments from Ghosh. Ghosh – a publishing executive seeking to expunge any inconveniences of his pocketbook or his twisted conscience, has a dastardly plot to help only himself. Vijay, though separated from the narrative for several resolving scenes of Pyaasa, is disgusted with what he has seen and heard from his family, his employer, and probably countless others in the past. In the film’s final musical number, Vijay recites/sings:

This world of palaces, of kingdoms, this world of power, The enemies of humanity, this world of rituals, These men who crave wealth as their way of life, For what will it profit a man if he gains the world?

The returns diminish; a desire to acquire more feeds upon itself, destroying the moral groundings of all. Though Guru Dutt and Abrar Alvi probably did not have Buddhism on their minds, Vijay’s answer – articulated with the light illuminating his figure while facing the camera – to all he has seen is a weary enlightenment. In these final scenes, Vijay appears as if he has ascended to a higher plane of existence, knowledge, and perhaps spirituality.

Cinematographer V.K. Murthy (a Dutt regular, having shot Mr. & Mrs. ‘55 and 1959′s Kaagaz Ke Phool) improves upon his previous collaborations with Dutt here. Murthy is the most important person that makes Pyaasa – by some distance – the most aesthetically enthralling movie that Dutt had directed by this point. Whether dealing with flashbacks, fantasies, or reality (or even surrealistic touches to reality, which is something that is unexpected, but contributes to the feeling Vijay is not entirely present in the corporeal world), Murthy provides gorgeous deeply-staged shots with dollied close-ups that, in less-assured hands, might come off as corny but instead heighten the dramatic stakes. But Murthy is not helped by editor Y.G. Chawhan, who handles scene transitions poorly and bungles the first hour’s flashback by not properly announcing that it is a flashback.

As an actor, this is Dutt’s most trying performance. After playing romantic leads Mr. & Mrs. ‘55 and Baaz, this performance in Pyaasa is worlds apart from his past. By the midpoint, Vijay sees nothing but the corruption of the world and is doing little to improve his situation. Vijay is Dutt’s least dynamic protagonist I have encountered thus far, but that does not devalue his character’s suffering and that inimitable way Dutt broods and listens or observes to other characters. Dutt’s character suffers silently; his performance is never labored, but enriched by his naturalistic acting. Waheeda Rehman, appearing in one of her first films as a leading actress (the role of Gulabo was originally intended for Madhubala), is stunning – her charm prevents Pyaasa’s existential and anti-materialistic themes from landing with a thud that might have excited some European auteurs at the time. Her appearance is undermined by the lengthy flashback that takes her out of the film’s first hour after one hell of an introduction.

Pyaasa includes a spellbinding musical score from composer S.D. Burman and lyricist Sahir Ludhiyanvi. But considering that the songs are built around Vijay’s poetry and the plot concerns his struggles, Burman’s music is secondary to Ludihyanvi’s lyrics – Ludihyanvi himself was primarily a poet who wrote in Hindi and Urdu. There are fewer musically spellbinding back-and-forths like “Udhar Tum Haseen Ho” in Mr. & Mrs. ‘55. For Pyaasa, poetry recital serves as musical performance for the film’s most interesting songs. Waheeda Rehman’s one hell of an introduction in “Jane Kya Tune Kahi” – where Gulabo (Waheeda Rehman was dubbed by Geeta Dutt) recites Vijay’s poetry back to him without knowing the fellow in front of her was the author – sets everything forward. This alluring misunderstanding of a song introduces the romantic tensions early, eliminating any annoying teases that might distract from the film’s larger themes. The climactic “Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To” defines the film, with its stunning, poetic lyrics, and is as context-dependent as original songs can be in cinema. Layers of meaning also sung earlier in “Jane Woh Kaise Log The” (behind the aforementioned song, it serves as the second-best poetry recital as performance) are expanded upon.

Less acclaimed from Bollywood fans but appealing to yours truly (I am grounded in Western musicals) is a fantasy sequence within a flashback: “Hum Aapki Aankhon Mein”. Sung by Vijay (Mohammad Rafi dubbing Guru Dutt) and Meena (Geeta Dutt dubbing from Mala Sinha), it is a song of budding love in a setting only possible in dreams. Or a soundstage, I guess. With maybe too many smoke machines concealing their feet, Vijay and Meena dance together with a gracefulness not out of place in any place that values the transporting nature of musicals. Johnny Walker (dubbed by Rafi), who is weirdly adorable in his comic relief roles, is endearing in “Sar Jo Tera Chakraye” while trying to sell his oil massages to passers-by. With the exception of these two, almost the entire Burman-Ludhiyanvi score draws its operatic-like drama from the plot – so make sure to concentrate a bit more on the lyrics than usual for Hindi-language movies.

For some cinephiles who have not yet ventured into Bollywood but have seen Bengali films (probably Satyajit Ray’s movies), Pyaasa might be an ideal point of entry for its combination of Bollywood escapism and Bengali-inspired parallel cinema. For everyone else, Pyaasa will be an anomalous, but memorable entry into the Hindi cinema canon.

Pyaasa translates to “thirsty” in English. That might not be the most appealing title, but it reflects Vijay’s craving for a righteous, altruistic world that just does not exist. How much of Vijay was a reflection of Guru Dutt is a point of speculation – Dutt, an advocate of social justice, seems to have enjoyed more creative freedom in Pyaasa that was not apparent in his previous films. His political voice is more pronounced here than ever before, showcasing an artist displaying a mature understanding of the medium he wields. At thirty-two years of age the year of the film’s release, Guru Dutt shows a confidence that belies his youth. It results perhaps not in a call to action, but to show us a response by a man so completely dedicated to his craft.

My rating: 9.5/10

^ Based on my personal imdb rating. Half-points are always rounded down. My interpretation of that ratings system can be found here.

#Pyaasa #Guru Dutt #Waheeda Rehman #Mala Sinha #Bollywood #Rehman #Johnny Walker #Leela Mishra #Kumkum #Shyam Kapoor #Abrar Alvi #V.K. Murthy #Y.G. Chawhan #S.D. Burman #Sahir Ludhianvi #My Movie Odyssey

[a-student-out-of-time]

ASOOT Timeline: July 2012 (Crisis at the Hospital)

Things gotta get worse before they get better. Also, quick note, since everyone’s favorite ninja maid is literally on the verge of entering the story, how would you like me to refer to her so that I don’t get her mixed up with the other Akane? With the Hajimes it was easy because one of them has a fan-given nickname, but it’s harder in this case. Do let me know!–Timeline Anon

July 12:

Iroha and Jataro have an early-morning heart-to-heart. Jataro still feels scared to take off his mask because of how terribly ugly his mother told him he is. Iroha, in turn, tells Jataro about her own horrible childhood: her family of famous artists locked her in a room so she’d produce great art, never let her leave, stopped all suicide attempts, and gave her beatings if she tried to escape. With Iroha’s encouragement and support, Jataro finally takes off his mask, revealing himself to be a cute child. The two of them (plus Nikei, who shows up briefly to see Jataro’s maskless face) officially become their own little family, and “Big Sis” Iroha promises to make sure that Jataro knows how much he’s loved.

Kokoro continues to be haunted by the guilt of what she did to her daughter. Eventually, she decides to do her best to make things right, and so she pulls Yoruko aside and tells her the story: she married and had a child specifically so that she could study the most primitive emotion. To that end, she isolated her daughter in a laboratory for eight years, put a microchip in her brain, and ran constant experiments on her. This only stopped when her husband ran away with the child. Yoruko tells Kokoro that the fact that she feels regret about what she did makes her a better person than the WOH parents. Kokoro, who has figured out that Yoruko is working with Kasugano, asks for her (and his) help in finding out what happened to her husband and daughter, just so she has closure on them. They check the data from the microchip (which was never removed) and discover that Kokoro’s daughter is alive. Kokoro, with Yoruko’s support, plans to use the signal to find her daughter’s location. She also becomes an ally of Kasugano.

Everyone in the Quantum Crew receives code names based on tarot cards. Hajime is Fool, Sonia is Empress, Gundham is Emperor, Umeko is Sun, Mikan is Lovers, Yoruko is Temperance, and Chiaki is Star.

Kotoko is officially set to be moved to Chiaki’s house within the next few days.

Hiroshi badly beats Masaru into unconsciousness. Iroha witnesses the whole thing, runs away out of fear, and calls 110. Masaru ends up in the ICU with severe injuries, while Hiroshi is arrested for his crime.

Kanata’s phone call with Nagito is interrupted by Hikaru informing her of the situation, and they immediately get to work on performing emergency surgery on Masaru.

Kakeru, who is still trying to get the WOH investigation unblocked, is summoned to the hospital in order to deal with the legal fallout of what happened. He brings Midori with him. Tsurugi is dispatched to the hospital as well.

Hajime hears about the incident from Nikei, who heard about it from Iroha. He briefly blames himself for not acting fast enough before Yoruko gets him to pull himself together.

Nagito directs Mikan to the hospital, where she goes to help Kanata and Hikaru.

Iroha cries in the waiting room of the hospital, where she is comforted by Setsuka. Setsuka tells Tsurugi that Iroha is her little sister, and together, they explain what happened. Iroha blames herself for running away and not helping Masaru when she had the chance. Nikei arrives at the hospital shortly afterwards, and Setsuka claims that he’s her brother. He plans to update his website with the news of Masaru’s hospitalization as soon as he gets home. Both tell Iroha that it’s not her fault and that the best thing they can do is support Masaru, help the other kids, and make sure the terrible parents get what’s coming to them.

Kanata finishes her emergency operation and informs everybody of the results. Masaru is currently stable, but his injuries are very serious, and she’s concerned that he might have suffered some brain damage. Mikan agrees to stay at the hospital and keep helping Kanata, even if it means she won’t be there to help move Kotoko.

As she leaves, Midori decides that when Masaru’s awake, she wants to visit him. She knows what hospitals are like, and she wants him to know that he’s not alone.

Down at police headquarters, Tsurugi interrogates Hiroshi (he’s been given carte blanche for this by his father). Hiroshi refuses to say anything at first, and the interrogation gets pretty nasty, but eventually, Hiroshi talks. He says that Hope’s Peak gives him protection/immunity for as long as Masaru is enrolled there in exchange for the chance to study Masaru’s talent. He doesn’t, however, seem to have any remorse about abusing Masaru, as he claims that Masaru had it coming for being a “troublemaker” and that it’s also Hope’s Peak’s fault for not getting back to him after the Kasugano broadcast. Also, he mentions that a maid came by his house a few days ago. Tsurugi declares that Hiroshi will be detained until his legal hearing, and he makes him sign a confession after punching him in the face a few times. Afterwards, he sends some officers to look for one Akane Taira, who he suspects to be a witness in this case.

The Quantum Crew finds out about Akane’s possible involvement, and Yoruko is reminded of Sora.

//Man, July was an eventful month : P

//Also, perhaps referring to both Akanes by their surnames would work?

#mod talks #a student out of time #submission