#definetly more editing will be done i promise!!!!

[strigeist]

~ Anonymous request. I'm sorry for taking so long, I got very busy with the holidays! This was definetly not my best work and I couldn't fit some things you requested in the story, so I apologize for that as well, anon. I feel like this would work much better as a multi-chapter, but I don't think I'll do that. Also, happy new year for anyone reading this! Wish you an amazing 2023! ~

Camilo x Gender neutral reader

Summary: While trying to find somewhere safe for your dragons, you find Encanto and become very good friends with Camilo. These are a few snippets of your new life there.

Word count: 2147.

!!Trigger warning!!: Mentions of parental death.

Genre: Lord knows

Author's notes: The person who requested this took a lot of reference from httyd, but I never watched any of the movies, so forgive me for any mistakes on the dragon part... or the writing part. This was written over the course of a few days while I was surrounded by people talking and doing stuff, so needless to say it's probably all over the place due to me being half distracted ^^''. I don't think this ended up being very romantic, so I guess it can be read as platonic too. I didn't edit it either because it would take even longer if I did that so I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes!

After your father's death at the hands of hunters, you and your three remaining dragons began your life-long journey. You lived a nomadic lifestyle, changing homes very frequently, and chose not to have a fixed mission. Sometimes you just went sight-seeing, sometimes you had fun with other dragon trainers, and sometimes you helped others (helping people usually meant taming a wild dragon that was attacking, and helping dragons usually meant fighting off hunters. You were very good at both).

Currently, however, you had a very fixed goal in mind: to find a safe place. You had to after deciding to take an infant deathgripper under your wing. He was simply not old enough for you to consider it safe to take him on these trips. He didn't know how to fly or walk very well, you had to carry him everywhere on a pouch.

After a lot of flying around, you came across a place that seemed perfect, for you yourself had almost missed it. It was a small town hidden between mountins so tall you could only imagine no person would be able to easily climb them. You decided to give it a shot, after all you were getting tired and needed rest.

As you descended into the town, people were, naturally, very scared. They probably have seen very few dragons around, this area didn't seem to have many, and the fact that you brought not one, but four, likely made them feel threatened. You tried to explain yourself but they didn't seem to calm down, and that's when you were approached by the apparent leaders of the place.

It was a considerably big family, and they all seemed very shocked to see you there. Most of them looked more scared then anything, except for the youngest, who just seemed curious about your flock.

The older woman, probably matriarch, stepped forward and tried to work out something to say, clearly having a hard time. You simply waited.

"... Who are you," she finally asked "and what do you want here?"

You explained everything to her. What you did, how you got here and what you were looking for. You promised you would help around as much as you could to make up for it, and how your dragons wouldn't be trouble, but they all seemed very hesitant until the child spoke up.

"The dragons are safe, they're very polite! They've done this before, I think." He looked up at you for confirmation, to which you nodded enthusiasticly.

After a lot of talking, now in their home and not in the middle of the street, they decided to let you in under the condition that you brought no harm to the people. That was more than enough for you.

[...]

You were fitting in the town surprisingly well. In order to show gratitude (and to ease people's nerves regarding you) you were helping around a lot, both with and without the dragons.

You also got significantly closer to some people. The Madrigal family as a whole seemed to be interested in you, especially the ones who were around your age (and Antonio, though you were sure he was closer to your dragons than to you), but the one who stood out the most for you was Camilo.

When you first arrived, you didn't think much of him. You didn't talk and rarely ran into each other. However, after a few days you started to notice that he stared at you a lot. Somehow it didn't few weird or threatening, he looked like a mix of curious and in awe. You thought it was funny and sweet. You were the first one to approach him and he turned into a blubbering mess, which was pretty cute.

"Hey!" You said from behind him.

Camilo turned around quickly, almost dropping the bascket of fruits he was carrying.

"Uh, oh, I- heey, (Y/n), right?" Even though he was clearly nervous, he smiled "What's good?"

You couldn't help but laugh.

"Not much, I was just wondering... You stare at me a lot. Is there anything you wanna ask?" You stopped for a second, then quickly added "I'm not mad or anything! Just curious!"

Judging by how red he got, you guessed he really wasn't expecting that question.

"Oh! I just, well," he laughed "you just look very... Interesting! That's all."

From then on, you started to talk more and more. Camilo was always so curious about what your past and what you do, you found it very sweet. He himself even had a lot of stories, and while they tended to be more mundane than yours, you found the way he tells stories to be very compelling.

Your dragons didn't like him a lot, though. You had no idea why, but they were always very protective of you whenever you were together. The baby deathgripper even tried to squirt small drops of acid in his clothes whener he thought he was too close. That didn't stop Camilo from seeking you out, but you felt bad and tried to make up for it.

With you getting closer to Camilo, you also got much closer to his other family members. Mirabel was very welcoming and you talked quite a bit too, and you and Luisa partnered up in tasks a few times. Bruno sometimes approached you when you were with Camilo, he seemed to know something that you didn't, and whatever it was made the shape shifter very flustered. Pepa was weary of you at first, but softened as your friendship with her son progressed (Félix was much more "chill" since the beginning). Point is, things were going very well, even Alma had started to like you and you were thankful.

[...]

Eventually your dragons did start to like Camilo, and the story is quite surprising.

After some time of friendship, you started taking him on your little trips around the mountains. They usually only lasted an afternoon and their only purpose was to keep the dragons healthy, much like how you take a dog on a walk. One day he asked if he could join, and how could you say no?

It went well, and this you decided to take him with you every time. It was much more enjoyable when you had someone to talk to, especially someone as enthusiastic as Camilo.

One day, as you were flying around, the dragons suddenly seemed agitated. You didn't know the reason, but it put on edge and you decided to end the trip early. You didn't tell Camilo so he wouldn't get worried, but you had a feeling he knew something was off.

Once you were closer to Encanto, you heard the most terrifying roar you had every heard in your life. Looking back, you realized it was probably another dragon, but at the moment you were extremely startled.

Due to the scare, you lost your grip on the dragon's back and, since she also got startled and jerked a little bit backward once she heard the roar, ended up falling. You were very high up, so you would probably be dead once you hit the ground. That didn't happen, however thanks to Camilo's quick thinking!

As soon as your friend saw you falling, he quickly shape shifted into someone who was stronger and taller. You dragon was already going down to get closer to you, and he knew just what to do. They approached you very quickly and he pulled you back to the dragon's back with his new form.

"(Y/n), are you okay?! Are you hurt?!" He asked worriedly. One of his arms was wrapped around you, and the other held onto the saddle.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine..." You looked around, then back at him "Just a bit shocked. Thanks for not letting me fall."

"I wouldn't dream of it." He smiled.

You hugged him tight. He couldn't exactly return the gesture, but you didn't mind.

When you got back to Encanto that day, the dragons seemed to respect Camilo a lot more. Sometimes they even saught him out without you. You guessed it probably had something to do with how he saved you, but whatever it was, you were very happy about it. (The baby didn't change in attitude, probably because he wasn't in that trip... or simply because he was a brat.)

[...]

You went back to look around the mountains the day after the roar incident, but found nothing. You figured it was probably just a creature passing by and didn't think much of it.

Now you knew you were so, so terribly wrong.

A few days later you were on yet another "walk" with Camilo and your dragons, this time with the baby, unfortunately for him. You were having a very good time, until you heard that same roar. Again.

This time something seemed different...

"... Was it just me or did that come from near the town?" Camilo asked.

You turned to him and heard it again. Definitely came from the town.

"Oh Dios, let's go!"

When you got to the town, you were met with a storm. Rain was pouring everywhere, there was lightning, and around 3 houses were burned to complete ash. You heard another roar and sounds of things being broken (and screams, of course). By that you already had a guess of what you were dealing with.

"Camilo, stay here!" You said as you took him out of the dragon's back and made your way towards noise.

Just as you thought, it was a wild dragon. A Monstrous Nightmare, to be more precise. They were known for their violent tendencies and fire spiting abilities, fire that spread extremely quickly. Thanks to Pepa's distress, it was raining a lot, so that's one less thing to worry about.

As soon as you came across the dragon, all three of yours remained defensive (and, well, the baby, not that he could do much while being stuck on a pouch).

"HEY!" You shouted and grabbed your swords handle, but didn't draw it. Just to be safe.

The dragon turned around sharply. It's gaze was angry and terrifying, but you remained calm even as it roared to you.

"Hey, listen, no one here will hurt you..." You took your hand out of the handle as you said that, not wanting to seem contradictory "It's okay, see?" You gestured back at your own dragons, who only stared calmly "There are others here, and they're fine!"

You reached out with your hand and it came closer, stopped as the people started making noise again worried about your safety.

"No, it's fine, guys, really! I've done this before!" You addressed the crowd but did not move your gaze from the Monstrous Nightmare in front of you.

You kept talking to the dragon calmly, and eventually it allowed you to touch him. That's when you know it was tamed and no longer a threat. Before you could even check if everyone else was alright, Camilo came running up to you.

"(Y/n), that was amazing! How'd you do that?" He asked excitedly.

You scratched the back of your neck and laughed.

"It takes a lot of practice, but it's not exactly hard once you know what you're doing- yo, yo!" You very lightly tapped the baby deathgripper as you noticed he position himself to ""attack"" Camilo "bad dragon, bad! We don't do that!"

Camilo laughed. "I'm starting to think he doesn't like me."

"Yeah, guess not." You smiled.

"Anyways, I'm going to check if everyone's okay... Wanna come too?" He asked, then held out a hand.

You grabbed his hand and he smiles softly.

"Yeah, let's go... But first we need to take the dragons back to their spot, I don't think people will appreciate them chilling here in the middle of the town after this!"

You and Camilo took the dragons to their resting place and went to see how everyone was doing. Mostly, people were just thankful you were there to save them, even if a little bit mistrustful of how the Monstrous Nightmare had found Encanto, but you didn't blame them. The Madrigals were especially thankful, and Antonio had told Camilo to ask if you could teach him how to tame dragons (Camilo said you should do it at your own risk, considering that Pepa would be very, very mad if she saw her baby anywhere near a dragon. You wandered what she would think if she knew of you and Camilo's little escapades!)

You helped with rebuilding the houses and things eventually went back to normal, only with one more dragon in town. All in all, you were glad to have found Encanto. Perhaps you would stay a little more, telling yourself that you had to have a stable home to train the new dragon and the baby, but maybe a certain curly-head had something to do with the decision...

#encanto x reader #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo madrigal x gender neutral reader #camilo madrigal x y/n #requests open

[benevientodimitrescu]

feeling guilty about not finishing my beladonna oneshot by the time i wanted to but there’s been some personal things going on so it’ll be a bit more till i can finish it </3.

but here’s a snippet of it! (currently titled “two am who do you love”). obviously more edits will be made but it’s good to have an idea of what my plan is!

ONE DAY BEFORE WINTER

It was one of those rare occasions where the whole Dimitrescu got to head to a “family meeting” together.

(Though it would be difficult for Bela to classify the lords relationships as a family. She has never said it outright but she secretly despised Mother Miranda. She was the only person in the world who made her mother scared. And she didn’t like things that made her mother scared. But, of course, if she wanted her family to be safe and for her life not to be in jeopardy, she would need to keep her mouth and opinions mum.)

It was a simple progress meeting to see how each lords respective experiments are going.

And it was a perfect time for Alcina to show off her daughters for the umpteenth time and laugh as she sees whatever stupid robotic thing Heisenberg had created.

Daniela and Cassandra never pay attention during these meetings. Bela can’t blame them- they are quite awfully boring.

Her sisters start off the meeting staying still and act like they are paying attention, but after a few minutes (usually when Moreau starts blubbering) they start jittering around, turning into swarms to go and annoy whoever is present.

Bela just stayed still, partially annoyed by her siblings.

She knew that no matter how much she despised Mother Miranda, these meetings were important to her mother and she wanted to pay attention. It didn’t matter if the the whole meeting was just constant bickering between her mother and Heisenberg, it was important that she was in the loop on what was going on.

(and it totally isn’t because her mother will visit her in her room separate from her sisters and praise her for being so well behaved. definitely not.)

It wasn’t until 30 minutes had passed when Belas mind started wandering.

Her mother and Heisenberg were arguing over some small thing, Cassandra was slyly poking at Moreau through the means of her flies, and Daniela was chasing that annoyingly high pitched doll.

Belas eyes slowly made their way to the owner of the doll who was sitting quietly, watching the entire meeting unfold behind the wings of Miranda.

Bela was always curious about Lady Beneviento. She had only seen her a couple of times in her new life. Only when she was invited to these meetings or those rare occasions where she was sent to retrieve the dresses mother had commissioned from the woman.

(though, those times the door was answered by that ugly doll who wouldn’t let her step 2 feet into the house. She did once see the Lady in the corner attending to some type of housekeeping, but her veil was on and didn’t seem to acknowledge bela’s presence.)

She hadn’t heard much about the Lady from her mother either. Mainly because whenever her mother discussed the meetings during dinner time she ranted about Heisenberg and how “bastardly” and “childish” that man was.

She had once asked about her during one cold winter night when boredom was taking over the best of her. She was in her mothers room getting her hair brushed and her needs attended to. It was a quiet ritual that her mother had with all of her daughters to make sure that they all know that they are individually loved and cared for.

When Bela asked, alcina stopped her brushing and met Bela’s eyes in the vanity mirror with a singular eyebrow raised.

“Any reason you are asking, daughter?”

Bela swallowed and started picking at her fingers, a terrible habit she had picked up whenever she felt slightly at unease.

“Mother, I think it’s important that I know about the works of this village. I just haven’t heard anything about the Lady so that is why I am asking.”

Alcina was silent for a beat before giving a small chuckle and continues to braid her daughters hair.

(Of course Bela would be curious. After all, she is cooped into the castle for a whole season and isn’t allowed to wander far from the premises in case some stupid man-thing gets the wrong idea and tries to hurt her. The last thing in the world Alcina wants is her daughters to be hurt in anyways.)

She told Bela about how the Ladys father was an experienced doll maker from Italy and how Donna took over the family business. That she was the youngest of the four lords but never spoke much, only through her doll. And even with that, her mother didn’t know the connection that they had.

Bela then asked about the veil and why the Lady needed to hide her face.

“My child, as far as I know no one human has seen her face other than Mother Miranda and I. I had actually painted a portrait of her many years ago at her request, but I had to make some alterations. She has lost a lot in her life so one must assume she wears the garment as a way of honoring those who have left her.”

Bela wanted to ask more, but before she could inquire, the door was being banged on by Daniela requesting for her turn for time with Mother.

Bela’s thoughts were quickly interrupted by Daniela speeding past her with a screaming doll rattling around in her hands.

At first, Donna didn’t seem to care about the scene that was unfolding, but upon further staring observation, Bela noticed her shoulders had stiffened a tiny bit.

Just before Daniela had gotten away, Bela grabbed her by her hood and pulled her down, causing her to fall and lose grip of the doll.

Although Bela wasn’t sure if the clunk of porcelain could feel anything, she still asked if she was alright.

“Yeah, yeah I’m great flyface. Just tell your rabid sister to calm her buzzing.” the doll murmured back before running to her owner.

Belas eyes followed to where she ran, seeing the lady bent down to pick up it up, like how a mother would her child, and rest her on her lap.

Bela stared in admiration of the woman, resting her chin on her hand with a small smile.

“Why did you have to do that you bitch?” Daniela murmered, making bela remember that she still had a tight grip on her youngest sisters hood. She quickly pulled her closer to sit next to her and let go of the dress.

“You have to behave. Or else mother won’t let us come to these meetings anymore.”

“I’m all good with that. They bore me tremendously.”

Bela rolled her eyes before letting Daniela snuggle up against her to take what seems to be a small nap, her head resting on the crook of her neck.

She turned to look back at the Lady and was met by the veiled woman looking back at her.

She couldn’t tell what the expression was on the woman’s face since it was covered, but she notice that she was laxed a little bit.

Bela looked at her andraised an eyebrow, a subtle check-in.

The only response she got was a small nod before the woman turned to the ruckus Heisenberg was making

(but that didn’t satisfy Bela still. She sent one of her flies to perch onto the womans shoulder. It didn’t seem that she noticed the insect but it was enough to keep Belas mind at peace.)

Sooner or later (Bela honestly cannot tell with how long she was entranced by the woman) the meeting get’s wrapped.

“I will be arranging the next meeting soon, so be sure to prepare for that phone call. Also Alcina, do be sure your daughters are safe. I have heard from the Duke that this winter will be especially harsh.”

Just as her mother was about to leave with her daughters (of course, after vying for Mirandas attention for as long as she could), Bela turns around to see Lady Beneviento making her way towards the exit.

“Mother, I will join you in a second. I need to do something, I promise to be quick.”

Her mother simply raised an eyebrow but gave her a small nod as she makes her way out, Cassandra right next to her and a sleeping Daniela nestled in her arms.

Bela swarms her way to the dollmaker, catching her right before she left.

“Lady Beneviento?”

The woman stops for a second as if to check if she wasn’t hearing sounds that were made up in her head, before turning around.

“Now what the fuck do you want, beehive?” the doll said, making herself sit up taller in her owners arms.

“Well, I, um..”

“Spit it out, Me and Donna are very busy people who have actual work to do,”

“I want to apologize on behalf of my youngest sister for straining your doll...”

“The names Angie, flyface! get it right,”

“Right right, sorry.”

“Anyways, all is forgiven. It was actually kind of fun! These meetings make me want to bang my head against the pillars till im turned to dust. Though, I can’t do that or else you-know-who will get sad.”

Bela simply nods with a smile before turning to the woman.

“Lady Beneviento it is always a pleasure to see you. But I’m afraid I must leave now. Mother doesn’t like it when we stay out late, especially since winter is about to arrive. Maybe after the season I could come over with my sisters so they can play with…Angie… in a more appropriate setting?” She asked with a hopeful tone.

A beat passes before the woman simply nods and Angie starts cackling, as if she found the whole situation amusing. She turns around and leaves through the exit.

Bela, however, notices something fall out from the woman as she was walking away.

She leans down and analyzes what it was. It was a small, silk black cloth.

As she examined it more, she saw the fancy embroidered crest of House Beneviento.

“Lady Beneviento! You dropped your handkerchief!”

but it was too late, the Lady was long gone.

She sighs and tucks it in her dress, before swarming off to catch up with her family.

she reasoned that she could return it once winter ends, but now she was filled with a feeling that she had never felt before.

longing.

#beladonna #donna beneviento #bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x donna beneviento #this is so rough i apologize in advanced #definetly more editing will be done i promise!!!!

[apenapaperandadoofus]

Imaginary (Jumin x MC)

Chapter one here!

(Also to explain something! Both Bada and Eun are random characters I made up, I like to think that the island was already inhabited by some people, and that Jumin’s father bought part of it, in Saeran’s Normal End, he and MC talk about how the locals are all nice and stuff, so I wanted to add something like this here :D, OH AND! These are the sort of edited chapters, I will post the fully edited ones in AO3!)

AND feedback is greatly appreciated! Sorry if this one was kinda short! Next chapter we WILL get some cute kiddo Jumin, I promise :P

Chapter 2

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In the end you weren’t able to find the ghost. That week your mother had been leaving you with heavy amounts of homework, and you hadn’t been able to go outside since by the time you finished it was always too dark, and your mother was home. You were also tired from the amount of history dates and math formulas you had to learn. Your mother wasn’t going to let you fall behind all of your classmates, but she also took it a bit too far and made you study things that even they hadn’t even seen yet.

Thus, your search for the ghost was cancelled. You weren’t able to see Bada and Eun either, which sucked since their food was so delicious last time, and you really wanted some more. In the meantime though, you spent your days reading about ghosts, and how to capture them or see them.

You wanted so badly to find the ghost! But you didn’t have the time. The thing that made it worse was that you were sure there was someone there, you always saw a small shadow by the windows, but as soon as you tried to get closer, it disappeared.

One night, you laid in your bed, unable to sleep and thinking about the ghost. It was about 11pm, your mother was already sleeping and you were sure everyone on the island was too. It made you feel weird, thinking that maybe you were the only one awake. Still, you decided to do something.

Soemthing reckless.

Slowly, very, very slowly, you got out of your bed and put on some shoes that you had in your closet. Then, you grabbed your favorite sweater, and gently opened the sliding door in your room, that led to a little porch. You tiptoed and went down the stairs, quickly running towards the enormous mansion. It was way closer than you had actually thought, and you saw a fence that probably led to the backyard. The fence was tall, no way you could’ve climbed that thing.

But that wasn’t going to stop you.

Somehow you managed to get on top of the fence. It was pretty tall, but you found that if you climbed a tree, and then jumped off from there to the fence, maybe it could work.

It- it didn’t.

Well it did, but you landed on your face and you tried your best to hold back a cry. Still, not wanting to give up, you slowly stood up and walked into the garden.

You were trembling, afraid of the dark, and you were about to reach for your flashlight when you realized...that you hadn’t brought your flashlight.

Welp, you’re dead now, I guess.

You mentally slapped yourself and gulped. There was no one around, and who knows when an opportunity like this might come again? But at the same time, it was way too dark, and you were going to be looking for ghosts. That was way too scary, especially without a flashlight. Then, an idea popped into your head. How about, you go running to your house, quickly grab the flashlight and then come back? You were pretty fast, and you were sure the ghosts couldn’t have noticed your presence yet.

You quickly turned around to go, open the fence door and race to your home, when you heard some footsteps behind you. And you froze.

“Who are you?” A voice said. It sounded like it belonged to a boy, but you didn’t want to find out if that was true or not, and you didn’t even turn around as you let out a small scream. You quickly ran towards the door, struggling a bit to open it.

Fuck it was stuck.

You pushed and pushed, the sound of footsteps coming closer towards you, and a different deeper voice coming from inside the house. Finally, the door bulged and opened, and you took your chance to run away. You didn’t stop until you were safe, under your covers and with all your plushies surrounding you.

That was scary as fuck.

You weren’t able to sleep that night.

When your mother woke you up at 6am, you stared up groggily at her, and she scolded you about staying up late, and that no matter how tired you were, she wanted to see all your work done when she came home.

You of course, decided to leave at lunch time to go and talk with Eun and Bada. You hadn’t seen them in a while and you were actually pretty hungry, the only thing that your mother had left you was another container filled with spaghetti and you were honestly tired of eating it for both lunch and dinner four days in a row.

So, you took your leave and followed the little path towards the village, this time stopping to admire the whole place. The village was up on some mountains, so you were able to see the sea from up above. You could see some men in boats, carrying heavy bags filled with fish, and women with scuba diving equipment coming out of the water. Then, when you looked up towards the other mountain, you saw what looked like a temple. It was red and huge, and you made a mental note to ask both Eun and Bada about it.

Finally, you made it to their house, and you were about to knock on the door, when Bada suddenly opened it.

She was going to say something when she looked down at you and you gave her a big smile.

“Well look who’s back! If it isn’t our little explorer. Found anything interesting these past few days?” She asked, as she motioned for you to come inside. You replied to Bada that, yes you had actually found some very interesting things, but before she could reply Eun came out from the shower, her hair dripping wet, and singing some really catchy song in another language. Then she stopped, looked at you and squealed, running over and giving you a tight hug.

“Hey Y/N! How’s your little ghost adventure going? Come come, we were about to have some lunch, you came at the perfect time! Oh sir here! And tell me everything about it, I don’t want you to skip over any detail.” She gently shoved you into a chair and then gave you a plate full of some Korean dish you didn’t really know the name of, but looked absolutely delicious.

As the two women sat down in front of you, you explained your adventure with the ghost yesterday.

“There was really someone there! He even talked to me!” You said.

Eun raised and eyebrow and gave you a quizzical smile. “Really? Do you have any proof?”

You quickly stopped and became quiet. Dammit!

“I...I don’t have any yet! But, there really was someone there! Seriously! I just...I forgot to bring my camera....” you confessed.

“Well there you go! You need evidence if you want to convince us you know?”

“You mean convince you. I believe in ghost and I think it’s probable that Y/N saw one.” Badda said, as she glared at Eun.

“Ah Bada seriously! Listen kiddo, I will admit that ghosts are real if I actually get to see one. If you manage to give me evidence I’ll believe you, but for now you don’t have any proof.”

“I will get some! You’ll see!” You confidently said.

The rest of the evening passed by quickly, as Bada explained about the temple up in the mountain. Appears you it was a temple that was able to grant each person one wish.

After wards you thanked them for the food and then you quickly looked at your watch and let out a little yelp. “Oops! I have to go now! Thank you for the food, it was great!”

“Wait Y/N, what about my book? Have you-”

“BYE BADA!” You quickly said and left the house in a hurry before Bada could finish her sentence.

You could hear her grumbling and Eun laughing from the other side of the door and you smiled.

You were going to get that evidence!

You quickly went home, and then started working on your homework.

......

That day, as you stared at your blank notebook while sitting on your desk, you went through the events that had happened last night.

There was certainly a ghost there, maybe even two, since you had heard two people talking. The ghost knew you were already there though, and that would make things hard. So you decided to make up a plan to show Eun and Bada that you were telling the truth. You quickly grabbed your pencil and took off a blank page from your notebook.

Ghost hunting plan:

You wrote, and then you bit the end of your pencil as you thought about what to do.

First of all, you had to bring a flashlight. That was one of the things that was the most important. You weren’t going to deal with two ghosts, in the dark.

Second, you had to bring your camera. That was on the top of the priority list too, since you did need it to take a picture of the ghost.

Still...you were pretty shaken up from yesterday and you didn’t want to be completely alone.

What if you brought one of your favorite toys? No that would make the whole process of climbing the fence harder....and if you were to bring something else, it definetly had to be that book about ghosts. Somewhere in there had to be some sort of ritual or spell or something, that would protect you from ghosts. So you decided to bring it!

And hell, to do it that same night!

Satisfied with your plan, and now a bit more confident with everything, you started doing the homework you mother had left you. Normally you would leave it and do it at the last moment, but today you were inspired and you had to have everything ready for the ghost hunting trip!

When your mother came home she immediatly went to bed, taking your work and locking her door. You then did your normal bedtime routine, washing the dishes, brushing your teeth and taking a warm shower. But then, instead of going to sleep, you sat on your bed with the book in your hands, and you counted down till your mother was asleep.

It was about 10pm, you could hear your mother snoring al the way from her room, and you slowly stood up and grabbed your sweater, some sneakers, the flashlight, the camera and the book. Of course you couldn’t hold everything at once, so the book was in a tiny backpack, and the camera was hanging from your neck. Alright! You were now ready!

Slowly, you opened the sliding doors, and tiptoed out of the porch. You turned on your flashlight and began walking towards the mansion, your camera ready. The lens cap protector thing, was off, and you had night vision on, so you were pretty good!

You finally made it towards the fence, and managed to climb it, this time without falling flat on your face. You gave a little victory dance as you looked around the garden.

It was...really beautiful.

The garden was filled with all kinds of flowers, purple, yellow, red, blue, and there were the bushes you had always heard about! One was in the shape of an elephant, the other one was in the shape of a horse and on and on. In the center of the garden, there was a huge fountain, that was turned off at the moment, which was a bit disappointing. There was also a stone path, that went all around the garden and then probably led somewhere inside the house.

You stood there for a bit, admiring the view. Yesterday was so dark, and you were so scared that you hadn’t been able to see anything. But tonight the moon was out, shining brightly and illuminating everything in front of you. It was beautiful.

Then, you heard some footsteps, and you quickly hid behind a bush. That’s right, you were here looking for a ghost, not to gape at that wonderful garden!

Dammit Y/N, pull yourself together! You thought, as you tried to figure out where the footsteps were coming from. You cowered a bit as they came closer and closer, almost in front of you. You slowly peeked from behind the bush, and saw a silhouette.

A boys silhouette to be more precise. He looked to be around your age, and he was wearing blue stripped pijamas, his hair all messy on top of his head. It was clear he had just woken up, and was looking for something...or for someone.

You.

Drat! You thought. The ghost of the little boy already knew you were going to come back again! Maybe you should have waited a few days before coming back, but you were just so impatient.

Anyway, you had to make up a plan. You had left the fence door open in case you needed to make an impromptu escape, and you gave yourself a pat in the back for thinking that far ahead. What you had to do now, was to take a picture of the ghost. Slowly, very,very slowly you raised your camera to get a picture of the ghost.

He had his back to you, the moonlight shining behind him, giving him a very paranormal aura. Still, for some reason the lense wouldn’t focus, so you decided to move forward a bit to get a better look. Sadly, you miscalculated and you accidentally stepped on a dry leaf, making the ghost turn around in your direction, his face filled with worry but at the same time, confidence.

Then you stopped.

Damn he was cute.

You hadn’t seen his face till now, and you were taken aback by it. He was definetly a very good looking boy, one the girls in your class might go all crazy about. Never in your life had you felt something like you were feeling now. Could it be....love at first sight?

No! He’s a ghost, I can’t fall in love with a ghost, how would that even work?! You scolded yourself. Still, you didn’t stop your staring at the boy. Thankfully he hadn’t seemed to notice you were there, and before you could even think about it, you pressed the camera button and a loud CLICK was heard through the bushes.

And then a bright light came on.

You forgot to turn off the flash.

The boy let out a surprised gasp, and called out, but before he could once again catch you, you quickly got up and ran away from the place. You heard the footsteps following behind you, but you were faster and a few minutes later you didn’t hear anything else, and you slowed your pace.

That was close.

You triumphantly smiled as you looked through the pictures on your camera. Granted they weren’t super high quality, but you could make out the boys silhouette.

Hehe, now to become a millionaire! You celebrated. You sneaked back into your room and placed your camera and flashlight on your desk. Then you were going to grab your paranormal book from your backpack when...you didn’t find anything.

What?

You turned your backpack upside down and staked it as hard as possible, but still nothing would come out.

Bada’s book.

Oh no.

Oh no.

If Bada found out you lost her book, you wouldn’t be able to have lunch at her home ever again! And you would loose the only...friends (?) you had in this island. You couldn’t allow that! You always had to return what you borrowed, that was one thing your mother would always say, and this time she was right! After all, Bada lent you soemthing really important to her, and you couldn’t bear to think about coming back to her home empty handed.

Still...you weren’t going to go back into the house. It was way to dark now, you were sleepy and you were sure the ghost was porbably waiting in the garden, somewhere.

What to do, what to do? You asked yourself as you put on your pijamas and laid in bed.

It must have fallen off somewhere along the way, you thought, so maybe you wouldn’t have to go into the garden after all.

Then you got it!

What if, tomorrow morning you went into the garden? There weren’t going to be any ghosts since it was daytime, you reasoned, and it would be way easier to find the book. After all, there would be no one around the mansion to scold you, or to tell you to leave! It was the perfect plan!

You tucked yourself into bed and looked up confidently at the ceiling. You were going to get that book!

#mystic messenger #jumin han #jumin fluff #jumin x reader #jumin fanfic #jumin smut #jumin angst #jumin x mc #mysme #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #jihyun mysme #choi bois #mysme zen

[callmefitz]

HomeBound, a TTP Fic

PSA- I don’t know how to do the “read more” thing and this is a long fic so, apolgies in advance for this long post. Also I wrote this at midnight in my notes app with absolutely no editing so, read at your own risk.

Summary: It’s been weeks since the Crown Prince of the Heartlands, Prince Wensclaus ran away from home. During his absence, he’s taken a spunky aspiring knight under his wing to distract from the pain of his disapproving parents. Although, anyone can tell it’s more than that. He genuinely cares for the kid. As for his own family, however, they are not content to lose him. Featuring aro/ace future Wensclaus, a non-binary TTP OC I made named Law, and an older, wiser, but generally unchanged Joan.

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Although it’s been years since Wensclaus has been to the Hinterlands, there’s something familiar about the way the wind whips at his hair, heavy with the promise of rain. There’s something familiar about the dull, incessant roar of leaves in the breeze, and there’s something familiar about the dry crunch of dirt beneath his heels as he bites his lower lip, drawing blood as he parries and ripostes a rather impressive attack to his left side.

This place definitely had never held the warm glow of home to him, but the landscape tugged at Polaroid memories all the same.

His assailant, far more used to the northernmost elements than Wensclaus, circled at a wide radius, letting limp their wrist in exertion and dragging the point of their sword in the dirt. Their face was leveled in an annoyed glare (it was rather early). Beneath their tunic, their chest rose and fell in quick succession.

“Careful,” Wensclaus muttered, “We just had the blacksmith sharpen that.”

His adversary lept back into action, once again assuming a rather bold offensive strategy, yet left their form with much to be desired. At any moment, really, he could send them toppling on their back, but this skirmish wasn’t staged for the purpose of an expedient victory.

Although they only employed a handful of successful attacks on Wensclaus, he couldn’t help but to find himself surpised by their skill level. That, or the fact that without the rigid background of swordsman training, they were afforded the ability to combine techniques in a fluid manner without so much as a second thought. It was a skill that he himself envied.

The sparring match between the pair often drawn a crowd of onlookers, as entertainment in the Hinterlands dwindled after Barrabas returned to the Midlands. However, the mist on the plains had yet to evaporate and the cock had yet to crow, so they were alone in their back and forth dance.

Or so they thought.

Through the mist, an imposing horseback figure drew closer and closer, regarding the fight with vague curiosity. She watched the epic climax, and subsequent end, as the younger swordsperson unexpectedly threw Wensclaus off balance and tumbling to the ground.

“Do you yield,” Law said with a false air of suave.

“Ah, I’ve been bested,” Wensclaus replied in a similar play of false airs, “I yield, I yield! Spare me, lest I suffer a worser fate.”

Law laughed and held out a hand to Wensclaus and pulled him up.

“Good work with your offense,” Wensclaus praised, “Your footwork has improved greatly.”

“While yours has only grown sloppier since you’ve been gone.” The mystery spectator cut in. Her horse drew closer in the mist, and with horrifying realization Wensclaus realized it was his Aunt Joan. She dismounted and strode towards the pair.

Wensclaus gripped his sword, unsure if he wanted a fight or a reunion.

The head knight in question stood with an innate intimidating posture that made Wensclaus feel like a child again. However, that clearly wasn’t the case; Wensclaus had grown into his gangly limbs and assumed a self-assured posturer, and the constant eroding factor of time had etched wrinkles into Joan’s face and dusted Grey into her hair.

“Look, It’s the no-fun police,” Law scowled, crossing their arms, yet hiding slightly behind Wensclaus. He only sighed.

“Your fathers have been worried sick for you, Wensclaus,” Joan said softly, “they miss you terribly.”

Wensclaus kicked a stone, “Thats very inconvenient for them. I hope they feel better.”

“Wen-“

“No.” Wensclaus shouted. He wanted to continue, but he then became hyper-aware of Law, himself over seven years their senior, ducking behind the heavy mass of his cloak and gripping it slightly. He sighed. Not here.

“Can we continue this somewhere else?”

——

After a whispered argument that warmed Wensclaus’s heart but ultimately convinced him of Law’s protective yet stubborn nature, he found himself seated across the table from Joan in the only tavern in town and Law sulking outside as they waited for the adults to finish up. A daunting mug of root beer sat in front of him, which was much more interesting than the steely grey eyes of his pseudo-aunt.

“I can’t believe they sent my babysitter to come pick me up,” Wensclaus began, deciding to skip the small talk and poke the sleeping elephant with a stick. Or whatever the idiom is about.

“Wensclaus,” Joan began.

“Like, ok, they have a kingdom to run, but I’ve seen my Dad pull holidays out of his ass so we could have a vacation. They could have come themselves-“

“Your fathers did not send for me, Wensclaus.” Joan cut Wensclaus off with an impressive gulp of definetly-not-root beer. “I doubt they even know where you are. Not that they haven’t been searching, of course. As far as they’re concerned, I’m farther up North to check up on a dwarf problem your Uncle Darling is having.”

Wensclaus’s face drew up as he straightened in his booth. “Wait, then how did you-“

“It just made sense,” Joan replied, “You experienced perceived rejection and to cope you returned back to the place where you first received rejection. The little knight you found, however, was a nice touch. They’re coming along quite nicely. I’m proud.”

The explicit praise did not fly over Wensclaus’s head, “I’m that predictable, huh?”

“You’re not predictable, just human,” Joan shrugged, then at Wensclaus’s face, continued, “That’s just what Cecily has been telling me. And for the record, I’m not telling them you’re here until you’re ready to be found.”

Wensclaus leaned back in his chair and stared down at the frothy mess of his root-beer.

“They all miss-“

“It’s just hard.” Wensclaus said, without emotion. Joan remained quiet this time.

“It’s hard when, you know, everyone is talking about you, like, oh look at Prince Wensclaus! He’s like, I don’t know, in his mid-twenties, and tied down to no one,” Wensclaus laughed dryly, “His parents, they were married by age eighteen. Basically invented love and all that shit. How massive of a failure do you have to be to not love anyone when those are your role models?”

“You must be pretty fucked up.” He wiped a tear from his eye. “God it’s just... it’s so hard. I’m nothing like them and... it’s so hard.”

“You love me, don’t you?” Joan said, “And what about your Aunt Cecily?”

Wensclaus regraded Joan strangely, “Well, yeah, but not like-“

“What about your Uncles up North, Darling and Percy?” Joan continued, “Or your little knight?”

“Joan, it’s not like-“

“Your fathers?” Joan pressed, “Do you not love them?”

“I do, Joan, but that doesn’t count!” Wensclaus snapped. A few patrons across the bar glanced over. Face flushing, Wensclaus lowered his voice and relaxed his clenched fists, “That’s not the point, it-“

“You’re right,” Joan said, “The point is that you feel angry because of the high expectations inadvertently placed on your shoulders by your fathers because you’re different. But to say you love no one is so... far from the truth. Love takes many forms, and they can all be fulfilling.”

Wensclaus gave no response, instead favoring the mug in his hands than making eye contact with Joan. He was holding himself back from lashing out again.

“When I came out to my father, as both gay and a knight,” Joan began, “He tried to fix me.”

This caught Wensclaus’s attention.

“He set me up with all kinds of guys,” Joan laughed, “even a pig farmer. Enrolled me in all these classes for lady-etiquette and had me fitted for a ball gown corset. I was so angry, I ran away.”

“But you and your dad get along great,” Wensclaus said, “He’s over at your and Aunt Cecily’s cottage almost every weekend.”

“Now we get along great,” Joan corrected, “But this was all when you were very young.”

This satisfied Wensclaus’s confusion.

“I guess in the end he was afraid for me and afraid for himself,” Joan said, “Everything I was doing he had never seen done before, and that was scary. When people are scared, they do dumb things, like threaten to estrange their children.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Wensclaus asked slowly.

“When Cecily found out about what my father had threatened, she marched her little sequined self down to the pub he was hiding out in and gave him a piece of her mind,” Joan continued, “After you left, that’s exactly what I did to your fathers.”

“What?” Wensclaus finally cracked a smile, “You yelled at my dads?”

Joan shrugged, “It’s not the first time. I love them, Wensclaus, I really do, but they can be incredibly thick sometimes.”

That sobered him up, “Yeah.”

“They reacted the way they did not because they didn’t love you anymore, Wens,” Joan reaches across the table and grabbed his hand, “They reacted that way because what you were describing was something they had never seen done before, and they were scared for what that meant for you.”

“That still doesn’t make it right,” he replied.

“You’re right. It was wrong, which is exactly why Rupert has written and rewritten his formal apology to you several dozen times, so you know that in fourteen different languages that he loves you no matter what,” Joan replied, “And Amir is currently drafting legislation to nationally recognize aromanticism as a romantic identity and provide funding to revise public service announcements to include it. It was wrong of them to react the way they did, and they only thing they want in the world is to take it back.”

“Wow, I-“ Wensclaus suddenly found himself speaking through tears, “I don’t-“

“I’m not going to force you to come home before you’re ready,” Joan said steadily, “But I want you to know that when you are, there’s a place for you.”

It was embarrassing, the way that Wensclaus began sobbing in the tavern like that. The eyes of half a dozen hitherlandians landed on his shaking frame as the head knight of the heartlands held him to her chest. She ran her fingers through his hair, just like she used to when he had nightmares about the Despair. But this was so much worse, because this was not about an enemy he could defeat; rather, it was the floodgates of relief mixing with the festering hurt that had been building in him ever since he stepped foot out of the palace gates. Dimly, he was aware of the soft reassurances his aunt whispered into his ear, but in his determination to speak through his tears it all was mush.

“I want to go home,” he said hoarsely, and he felt the same relief within Joan.

—-

As the door to the tavern opened, Law jumped up from the ground and ran up to Wensclaus. However, after they took in his tear-stained face and Joan’s arm on his shoulder, they stumbled back, as if flinching in pain and disbelief.

“So you’re going back?” Law seethed, “Just like that?”

Wensclaus made brief eye contact with Joan, who released her arm from his shoulder and walked off with a nod. He returned his attention to Law and wiped his eyes.

“Yeah,” he said, “I’m going back. I can’t hide here forever.”

“But they said-“

“And they realized they were wrong,” Wensclaus finished, “I want to give them another chance before I cut them off entirely. If Joan can do it... then I guess I can too.”

His rationalization only caused his mentee to spiral further, “A-And what are you going to do, huh? Just.... leave me here?”

Wensclaus’s face drew up as an emotional knife stabbed cleanly through his heart. This scene felt all too familiar, except never from this perspective.

“No, no, of course not. No. Never. You’re going to come with me and Joan,” he said, placing his arms in Law’s shoulders in an attempt to ground them, “I mean, only if that’s what you want.”

“I won’t fit in,” Law said quietly, “It will be... weird.”

Wensclaus laughed, “I didn’t fit in either. It’s not that weird.”

In a conspiratorial tone, he added, “Plus, everyone there is weird. Just wait until you meet my Uncle Darling.”

That caused Law to smile as they held their hands on top of Wensclaus’s on their shoulders.

“Wensclaus,” Joan called out from her horse, “Little Knight.”

The pair glanced up from their conversation as Joan trotted closer.

“You coming?”

Wensclaus straightened up, leaving a hand in Law’s shoulder.

“Yeah. Let’s go home.”

#the two princes #the two princes podcast #prince rupert #prince amir #prince Wensclaus #sir joan #sir Joan ttp #the two princes fic #wens and Joan call everyone aunt and uncle because I’m a baby for the found family trope and the og ttp gang all are a family #rumir

[marmaladiva]

Partners, Pt. 1

Pairing: Jimin x Yoongi (some NamJin here and there)

Genre: College!AU. Pretty fluffy. Silly. Eventual smut?

Summary: Yoongi is a photography student. Jimin is the Dance student that has to deal with Yoongi’s two left feet. Namjoon is Yoongi’s best friend and filthy rich for no particular reason.

A/N: Kill me this is my first BTS fic. Honestly not sure where this is going. Wish me luck lmao. Dubiously edited. If you actually like the story feel free to drop suggestions for things that should happen.

The gritty sidewalk beneath Yoongi's feet was as clean and clear as the blue sky above him. The lawns around him, less so. Every breath of wind brought new leaves tumbling down dry and brittle, mixing fall colors into the green grass. It was getting colder outside, with the brisk autumn wind buffeting him from either side. Some of the stray leaves fell onto his beanie. The cold air surrounded him and seeped through his coat, making him shiver, But he still couldn't bring himself to push open the looming doors in front of him. His legs felt like they'd been frozen to the ground. It seemed even his own body knew that going inside would only lead him to disaster. Even they were trying to keep him from the dark and horrible fate that would meet him inside. But of course, his conscience had other ideas.

Damnit, You promised Namjoon you'd do your best. What sort of shitty person backs out of being best man at his best friend's wedding?

Guilt began to stir around in his gut and a deep, resigned sigh joined the fall wind.

"You owe me for this, Namjoon...."

The doors were heavy and solid like the brick walls that surrounded them. It took all of his strength to push them open. Did the building not want him there either? He squeezed through anyway, slipping into the foreboding building. What greeted him were long, deserted halls. It was a dimly lit place, with  posters for art festivals, concerts, and internships lining the walls. He had expected it to be like this. Earlier that day he had checked when the last class finished so he could speak with an instructor without running into any other students. He didn't need anyone to know he was here anymore then he wanted any dance students to see him tripping over himself. See, when Yoongi came to Sihyuk Art Institute, he had made a firm resolution never to enter this building, or even to speak to anyone from the performing arts department. He had come here to learn photography, NOT to dance. Dancing required moving. Moving in a graceful, coordinated manner. Yoongi didn't like moving, and was neither graceful nor coordinated.  He didn't even dance at parties, where the dancing was more just performing mock pornos than actual dance. Then Namjoon stumbled into his dorm room to announce he was getting married to his boyfriend, Jin. Despite how happy Yoongi had been to hear the two were finally getting together, and that Namjoon had even asked him to be his best man, Namjoon’s family was wealthy and showy. Namjoon would’ve rathered kept the wedding small he said, but his mother had taken the reigns, and she wasn’t leaving anything out. Her son and her soon-to-be son in law would have a luxurious wedding suited to her son’s status. That meant flair, formality, and most troublesome, a first dance. Not even a cute cliche first dance with some sort of overdone pop song, an actual waltz. And as the best man, Yoongi was being forced to participate.

Yoongi had quietly refused the group lessons Namjoon offered him that his mother had arranged. Namjoon seemed sheepish about the whole thing to say the least, and wasn’t particularly comfortable bringing up his overflowing assets. Even being his best friend, Yoongi had only visited his house (*cough* mansion *cough*) twice. So to avoid both Namjoon’s mother breathing down his neck and any discomfort Namjoon might have because of that, he thought best to decline. The only problem is that left Yoongi without anyone to teach him. He’d tried YouTube, which was useless, since he didn’t have anyone to dance with. He thought about getting professional lessons, but he was a poster boy for starving artists. There was no way he could afford one. The dance department was his last hope. So, he had his carefully drafted plan: get in, find the dance instructors office, ask his questions, get out. Of course, he had no idea if he could even get private lessons at this school. But at least if there was someone here that could teach him, it might be within a student's meager budget. Perhaps a TA or a student looking for extra credit might be assigned to him, but he'd rather not have to face that. A teacher would be used to watching people trip over themselves, but the dance students here had to be immensely talented just to get in. He didn't need a stuck up elitist to lecture him on his form, he just needed to know the steps.

Exactly where the teachers offices were was also something he found himself needing to know. There was no map or directory for the building in sight, and he had already been wandering the halls for a good 5 minutes. Yoongi was prepared for this though. Yoongi was always prepared. He knew he couldn't count on there being a guide for the building, that's why he made his own map. He had studied the student directory for at least an hour that morning and created a detailed set of instructions on how to get to the office in the shortest time possible. Taking the map from his pocket, he easily found the office and went on his way.

Well, he would have, if it had brought it. A bag of rocks dropped into Yoongi’s stomach when he felt the emptiness in his pocket. He checked his other jacket pocket, not there. His backpack? No. His jeans pockets? Not there either. He double checked everything, still not there. He even checked the fold of his beanie. Every time he was greeted with emptiness, the empty hole in his gut also grew. He had forgotten his directions in his dorm room, or the cafeteria, or his class, or dropped it somewhere in the street, and even after staring at that map for ages, he couldn't remember where the office was at all.

"shit..." The small word drifted through the hall, echoing in the still, vacant halls. It couldn't be that far right? All he could do was look. The building wasn’t THAT large. He picked the direction that just felt right, his footsteps resounding on the linoleum with each step. As he went farther and farther, the more similar everything seemed to become. Fuck, how long did this hall go on for? Why did a building devoted to dance even need to be this big? How many students did they have? What good will dancing do you in the long run? Yoongi couldn't think of a single reasonable, safe career you would need a dance degree for. But then of course, going to an art school in general wasn’t a reasonable, safe choice, and it wasn't like his position was any better. Art studios in Paris were Yoongi’s goal, but he'd probably end up shooting weddings in Daegu, if he even was that lucky. He could smell the office job on the metaphorical wind. Hear the tragic ending to his dreams in his hearts metaphorical soundtrack. It was really quite clear. He could hear the bass trudging and rolled slowly along in his heart, like his own heavy steps. Someone sang along, sad and desperate. High and gentle notes, yet with the same tragic depth of the background track, singing of love and loss. It was steady, measured, and refined. And.....and actual music someone was playing. Well, it better be real, or he might have to consult a psychiatrist. Maybe the art student life had just finally broken him. Part of him wanted to find where the music was actually coming from, though with his luck it’d probably be a weirdly scheduled final or a class going late. He'd poke his head in and there would be thirty others, all wondering why this short, squishy guy with the squinty eyes was interrupting them and their dance session. Yes. Definetly not worth it. So he definitely shouldn’t be where he was right now, standing in front of the room the music was coming from.

In this classroom, gravity must have been lessened by half, because through the window in the door he could see the person inside was floating. All those things he had heard in the music, the feelings and depth of sound, it was all here in front of him in the form of a single dancer. The young man moved quietly across the room. His steps weighed heavy in time with the beat while somehow still retaining a level of grace Yoongi did not think was physically possible. Abandonment, anticipation, desire, it could all be seen in the way his arms reached out as if grasping for something just out of reach, in the way he could seem to run across an eternity without even taking a single step, in an expression that seemed as if if he had swallowed up every sorrow in the world. All Yoongi could think about was how much he regretted not bringing his camera with him. That he couldn’t capture every perfect motion for an eternity. Every music note was being crafted by the dancers movements. As the song came to a slow halt, the student sank slowly to the ground, falling in slow motion. Like that, it ended. The world came back into focus around Yoongi. The magic was done. Everything was quiet, frozen. At least this, I have to catch this moment. Yoongi pulled his phone quietly from his pocket. He felt like any sound could tear apart the stillness in the air before he had the chance to seal it away. Slowly, he raised the phone to the window, focusing on the boy lying on the dance floor, chest heaving. The camera's sharp snap broke the spell. Things could be heard again, the silence had been trapped in his phone, and the boy had seen him.

fuckfuckfuck this is why you don’t take pictures without asking first. Run, run now before-

"Oh, hey!" The younger man laughed awkwardly as he opened up the door to the classroom. "Did you wanna come in?"

Now that this guy was standing in front of Yoongi, he got a better look at who it was he had taken the picture of. Short, with a squishy face like a kid. The goofy, nervous grin was like a child's too. Like he'd been caught setting up a prank on a Hyung, but wasn’t feeling particularly bad about it. What was very decidedly not childlike was his body. The thin black t-shirt he wore did nothing hid the toned muscles underneath it. Yoongi was struck with the thought he'd like to take pictures of this guy again. When the small photographer realized he was staring he quickly looked towards the floor, struggling to remember what it was the dancer has said.

Wait, what did he ask again? Did I want to come in? No, no I don't want to come in. The last thing I wanted was to come in.

"Uh, yeah. I do."

And he was inside. The room was smaller than Yoongi had expected. Still plenty of room for a class of 20, but maybe not the 30 Yoongi had expected. The mirror stretching across the wall gave him a perfect view of himself next to this stranger. Yoongi stood there awkwardly, bundled up to his chin in a coat and scarf. Squishy from head to toe, and with a face to match. The way he bent slightly under his heavy backpack remind him of a hermit. And then there was the boy in front of him, comfortable, muscular, and honestly, sexy. The gap in appearance only made him feel more awkward.

The dancer was the first to talk.

"So what brings you here? I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you a new student? Oh, my name's Jimin by the way." His voice didn’t carry any of it’s previous nervousness. Though Yoongi was still itching to remove himself from this position, “Jimin” had seemingly recovered his confidence. Maybe he'd realized the crazy guy staring at him was not a stalker, but actually just an uncomfortable marshmallow.

"Uh, Yoongi, nice to meet you. I'm actually looking for professor Sungdeuk...? I need to ask him some questions...." Yoongi tried to sound as casual as possible. If Jimin could treat this situation like it was normal, then so could he.

"Oh professor Sungdeuk?" Yeah I can show you where he is. His office is just down the hall.” Jimin looked yoongi up and down for a moment, face filled with curiosity. “Are you a new dance student?" Yoongi had to stifle a laugh at the idea that Jimin could honestly imagine him dancing. "No, no, not at all. I'm just trying to find some affordable private lessons for something..." The moment he said it, he regretted it. The moment the words had left his mouth, Jimin’s eyes had lit up with excitement. "Really?? What sort of lessons? I'm studying to become a dance teacher. I wanted some experience, but all the TA positions are filled. Maybe I can help you!" Yeah, this kid was way to excited about this. But….maybe he could. Waltzes weren’t supposed to be hard, what he had seen this dancer doing must be much, much more advanced. But the idea of stumbling around in the same room as this person, a person he had just seen seem to defy the law of physics he was so able, he couldn't imagine ever being able to dance near him. "No it's fine, I'll just talk to the teacher." Jimin shook his head disapprovingly. "But see, professor Sungdeuk will definitely try to recommend you to one of his classes. Or maybe to a private studio. Those are both super expensive. I'm barely making it by myself, and you're not even doing it for your degree, right?" He grinned wide, eyes crinkling up around the edges. “But see, I'll teach you for free! It can be anytime, anywhere, just be my student." In a way, this is exactly what Yoongi had wanted. Only one person had managed to see him, and that person was not only offering to teach him, but to teach him for free. Maybe he'd be able to eat more then the cup ramen he had projected in his budget. Yoongi wasn't ready to give into this guy just yet though. "You don't even know what I want yet, are you sure you can teach me?" Jimin laughed with more confidence then he probably should’ve had. "The real question is what I can NOT teach. I can teach you to do anything but twerk.” His laugh this time was practically a giggle, “that’s a joke, I'm a master twerker." Yoongi couldn't believe what he was about to do. Out of everything that could've happened, this is the last thing he would've expected. He was anxious, which made this guys cheeriness slightly irritating. But under all of that, there was still a small optimistic voice yelling out from the back of his mind. "this is what you wanted!" He was overly excited, weirdly confident, and honestly intimidating as hell. But what choice did he have? "Alright, teach me"

#First serious BTS fic #Im sorry this is bad lmao #the song Jimin is dancing to is House of Cards #I'll try to actually finish this maybe #fic #BTS #bangtan sonyeondan #namjoon #yoongi #jimin #Yoomin #namjin #bangtan bookclub

[useless-crafting-lesbian]

the ash pants

sometimes ..... a gal needs a good in between project ... enter the ash pants

i’m going off of this pattern from mood but i’m going to edit it pretty intently. the goal is to have them done by the end of the day .. We Shall See .

11:44 am || i’ve finished up with therapy (haha :) we got nowhere but it’s all ggGgGGGg) fabric, zippers, and thread has been purchased. because of all the sales going on at joann’s i ended up getting fabric for another pair of pants too but for now i’m just going to focus on this one. 

yee yee bo let’s party

1:53 pm || wow a bitch lost a lot of time it’s been like four hours but i don’t know for sure because i’m refusing to do the math. i taped the whole pattern together .. can’t say it was an enjoyable process. normally the assembly of mood patterns is super nice n easy but this took forever and everything isn't lining up which is super promising but yolo i guess 

3:08 pm || good heavens this is taking a really long time. i have finished altering and cutting out the pattern pieces for the pants .. the original pattern intended for a fit look up to like the knees and then a flare but bitch i have crippling body image problems tight clothes on my t h i g h s is Not going to happen also i don’t like flared pants they remid me of fifth grade and no one wants that

the pieces are really really r e a l l y wide (especially the back ones) so i feel like i should do something about that but .. eh .... i’m going to eat my lemon tart (eep) and think about it

3:52 pm || eep time is really passing huh ............... well i ate my tart .... i’m feeling hashtag bad about my body !!!!! but what’s new buenos aires. i’ve settled on making half a pair of pants from my ikea muslin and reassessing which is what i’m about to start cutting/sewing now so ! stay tuned i guess

5:19 pm || good g o d five nineteen why is this taking so fucking loNg !!!!!!!! sdfghjgfdfg aNyways i finally have a pattern that will (hopefully ?) work so yeehaw i guess. i don’t have any pictures though because i’m depressed So yep :) i’m going to make a list of changes to the original pattern that have taken place thus far

changes to paper pattern

✰ the flares were turned straight leg by making a hypotenuse (?) connecting where the side seam first begins to curve in and the bottom hem

✰ the front and back were changed from two pieces each to one (like a ... normal .... pair of ... pants .......)

✰ the pattern was graded from a size six at the waist to a size twelve at the hips cause a bitch is most certainly Not proportional ;)

✰ the patch pocket was elongated so i can actually put things in it

✰ the waistband was turned from a front and back piece to one total piece that will be cut on the fold (but i’ll probably change it back)

✰ maybe other things i’m forgetting ? i think that’s it though

changes to muslin pattern

✰ two big ol darts were added to the front and back pieces. the darts will not be in the final i just needed the pants to be significantly smaller. i’m already kind of regretting not doing pleats but Oh Well I Guess

✰ i darted the waistband too just to make the slope more intense so it would fit me

✰ at some point i’ll have to alter the pocket to be narrower so it stays proportional but i’ll figure it out 

also i’m Pissed because mood just released a pattern that’s literally exactly what i need and it would have saved literal h o u r s of effort but whatever we all die eventually

i guess now i’ll make these damn pants pattern matching wooOOoOOOo i have no experience in that and am Definetly going to fuck something up

6:53 pm || someone please tell me why this glorified pair of pyjama pants is more time consuming then literally any gown i’ve ever made .... pattern matching is going Great thanks for asking

9:07 pm || okay things are actually kind of Going now .. once all the making the pattern and painstakingly matching everything up work is done everything goes really fast. i’ve sewed up the front and back rises, as well as cut out the pockets (matching the pattern Of Course), hem the lil hole thing where you put your hand in (?? the opening ?? is that what you meant ???) and pressed everything because only losers don’t press their seams. i still don’t have pictures because Not Enough Has Been Done and also they still look like dumb pyjamas ksksksjfj it’s cool though. so now i’m going to sew the pockets on and the side and inseams up !!!!!! if you really want Real directions of how to make these ... i recommend the mood website or just .. your pre-existing pant making knowledge .......

10:36 pm || i’m still not done with these fucking pants ...... i need to make the waistband (which i’ve been procrastinating on), sew up the other side seam and put in the zipper then hem it all it doesn’t sound like a lot but i have a feeling it will take me to one am at the rate i’ve been going

1:11 am || ha ha ha ha ahaa im at a place in my life where i’m Refusing to sleep until these pants are done mcfUCK WHY IS THIS TAKING SO LONG anyway a progress update i even have a whole two pictures ..!..... so i pussied out of making a waistband that was all one piece and ended with a front and back because i’m a coward. i did my best to line up the vertical stripes on the pants with the waistband not that you can tell from this picture why did i even take this it’s boring and stupid

but yeah that’s how the pants have been for hours now .. sewn at the rises and one (1) side seam. for the waistband i made a front and back, cut two of each, sewed at the top, pressed, pressed the bottom edge in by some amount no idea how much, pinned onto the pants and s e w e d mothefucker !!!!!!!!!! 

i ended up ripping my one sewn side seam open part way to jam my zipper in (which i did with the baste, pin zipper, topstitch, undo basting method) and then sewed up the other side seam !!! and yeah that’s it

now all that’s left is sewing the inseam and hemming and they will f i n a l l y be done dfghjklkjhgf

2:01 am || okay so they’re still not done and i know i promised i wouldn’t sleep until they were but i’m afraid i’ll do something impulsive to them if i keep going tonight so i’m going to call it here. all that’s left is sewing a hook and eye to the side and then figuring out what to do to the bottom hem. it’s quite a bit too long and cuffing it just looks . dumb .. so i need another solution. hence why i’m waiting till the morning. because i am Itching to just c h o p a big ol strip off the bottom

anyway we got pretty far and yeah it doesn’t feel like enough and y e ah i’m disappointed in myself for not going All The Way but we all die eventually so this doesn’t matter

3:56 pm || whats UP motherfuckers these pants are almost D O N E i just finished hemming them so party fuckin HARD .. in the light of the new day i did in fact end up chopping about four inches off the bottom hem because those cuffs looked BAD as FUCK all that’s left on these is to sew a hook and eye in aaaaaAAAaA im so CLOSE ..... originally the plan was to make a pair of pants that don’t need a belt so i can wear them in inpatient but they look so good with a belt aaa :( oh well ..... with the chunk i cut off the bottom i’m really considering making a lil bandeau thing because i hate myself We’ll See actually no we won’t i don’t need more work we’re calling it at the pants I Have Been Shut Down okay let me sew this hook and eye

4:31 pm || THEY’RE Ḋ̵̥̬̈́͒̓Ỡ̷̦̏̂N̶̨͖͙̹̺̘͎̭͉͔͓̳̲͚̔͆̈́̓̅̒̀̒̅E̶̡̧̬̲̙̼̙̜͈͍̒̍̐͂͂́̆͗̊̕͘ i’m gonna take a lil video of them for my instagram and also just to see if i can .. i’ll also post it here but in a seperate post and y e a h .. oh Also i made a lil headband out of one of the pant scraps o h ans a l s o did i mention that these HELL PANTS are D O N E ??????̸̢̝̟͙̹̣͕̰̥͉͎̱̥̾̆̒̾͂͜?̶̡̧̳̗̜͈̭̮̠͕̯̝͐̓̒̿̔̏̿͗̎̐͂͘͜͠?̵̪͓͚̭͙̙͎̏͗̈̔̽͆̅͑?̷̧̬̣̠̞̙̃̔̚͜ that is all thank you

#angel's ash pants

[eternally-embarassed-blog]

Episode 1

It’s my birthday! I’m twenty now. A quarter of a century, as I’ve been proudly saying. Most people have been asking me how it feels to be twenty five, and it feels good! I never thought I would live this long, to be honest.

When I was a kid I was, in a way, content where life was- especially during my high school years. Life was good, my parents were starting to be nice to me, and I was actually starting to have experiences that kids my age were having. I still did some pretty stupid shit, but I knew what I was doing wasn’t smart, but for the first time life was pretty awesome for me.

The thing is, I was really scared of the future (Ironic I know- every 16 year old worries about the future) but I was worried because after a lifetime of abuse up until recent history, my parents were making up for lost time of my childhood, and that was absolutely wonderful, but I didn’t exactly have enough time to make up for an entire childhood lost, and prepare for adulthood.

Adulthood scared me more than anything (Still does, and I’m just now getting to the point where I feel like my wife and I are hovering between stable and semi-stable) and I wasn’t getting the knowledge I needed from my parents that I desperately needed to succeed.

Now, 7 years after graduating high school (holy hell is that a story in and of itself) I find myself a much more mature, grown and successful person than I ever imagined I could be. I guess the true feeling of being twenty five is incredibly empowering. All week I’ve felt like the universe has been giving me an opportunity to set myself on the right course, and I’ve been trying my hardest to beat back the anxiety and do what I can to put myself on that path.

Unfortunately, I’ve been stricken with a truly terrible sinus infection for the last seven days and It’s made it incredibly hard to do anything, much less put myself on the success train. Maybe I just smoke too much, or maybe the sinus infection is also a sign from the universe. A metaphor if you will, for a few things.

Exactly a month prior to the first symptoms of my current sinus infection, I had recovered from a similar, though less severe sinus infection. After getting this horribly sick I decided that maybe it was really time to take a serious look at my physical health, instead of obsessing over my mental.

I looked back and tracked my last few colds and sinus infections and found there was actually a pattern correlating between my stress levels at work, and the time between my illnesses. It started about 8 months ago, so for the last 8 months I’ve been living with a chronic sinus infection that’s been getting worse and worse as my stress levels fluctuate so rapidly.

This comes straight off the heals of two solid weeks of moderate dieting and extremely consistent exercise. I had honestly thought that I was starting to become addicted to exercise and I was actually starting to get comments from my co workers. It kills me that I might be losing any potential progress, but I definetly think this is a wake up call, and I need to look deeper into my health before excessive exercise.

The second lesson I believe I am suppose to take away from this misery week, is to start one small step at a time. Going into this week I had grandiose plans of redoing my resume and immediately beginning the job search, and the week would culminate in my birthday! A fine plan, if I say so myself, but as soon as I woke up the first morning I realized I was far in over my head. Not only was a drastically under prepared, but I was also far more sick than I had initially realized. For the first three days of this week I couldn’t do much but moan and groan and try to read as much as I could and sleep as much as I could. The pressure in my head was un believable and indescribable. After a couple more days I was able to look at a computer screen, and decided that if I couldn’t make progress with my exercise, I would try to make progress in other ways before my inevitable return to work.

After being inspired by my wife’s success and social media, I decided to take the plunge and fight my own anxieties along with her, and start the social media outlets I’d always dreamed of having for myself! It really helps knowing that my wife’s moderate success has actually given her a support network, and her growth means that we need to get things to improve her content quality- things that I myself will have access to and be helping with. I get to learn, have quality content too! Yay!

I’ve finally over the last year and a half or so acquired the various things I need to start dipping my toes into the hobbies I’m interested in, and it’s incredibly exciting. It was truly exhilarating for me to take the time to create a quality edit, and capture a moment as perfectly as I could. Doing things this way is allowing me to go through life with a completely different point of view, and I’m seeing things in a way I never imagined.

Today after getting a wild hair up my ass, my girlfriend and I spent a few hours cleaning, organizing and rearranging our room/office space and putting it together in such a way that it works perfectly for both of us to help each other create content! I feel so proud of us for working together so seamlessly, and I even took apart an old ratty couch I’d promised her a year ago (yikes) that I would take apart and throw away.

I’d been putting that off for literally a year, and I couldn’t explain the lazy anxiety that gripped me, but it was so freeing to just do that and know that when all was said and done, there would be more room, and I would finally be more comfortable. I would finally have a desk to sit at, and we would finally have a table to eat dinner at. No more eating dinner in bed! No more constant crumbs making my ass cheeks itch!

It’s awful! We have so many irritate bumps on our asses and legs and hips from damn food crumbs, and I’m just so sick of it! We had such a beautiful dinner together after we put the finishing touches on our desk set up. It felt so good to be successful with her again, for the first time in far too long.

I also just feel so abundantly creative after accomplishing that, and I can’t wait to actually start putting my content together! I’m moderately frustrated (mostly because I’m sick) but the internet is acting up and I wanted to spend the last hour or so getting some photos from my phone onto the computer so I could start setting up some web pages- instead I’m here!

Which arguably is a good thing, I’ve had fun writing this. Even if no one reads it, or after a time if I can a following and someone becomes curious enough to track this down and read it, I had fun writing with it and talking to no one, even if that no one felt like an old comforting friend.

It’s time to go take a shower and wash off all the dirt and gunk and stuff that accumulated all over me during this whole process. I’m thrilled that I was able to get so many of my thoughts down in a single sitting, and that they are so cohesive. Either that or I’m just too high to realize I’m rambling needlessly hehe.

I’m gonna go take a shower and then keep putting my ‘battle station’ together. It’s making my heart sing with joy, honestly.

#self post #blog post #self love #birthday #self reflection #the beginning #june #lesbo #girl who likes girls #girl who likes my wife