#i have forgotten every other band to exist lol

[acaciapines]

I just read all your deltarune fics and. I have to know. do you have playlists for each of the characters. and if you do. could you please share them. i’m so so curious about songs you attribute to each of the characters bc i love your interpretation of them so so much

oh!!! im glad you enjoyed them!!

i do have several playlists but not in any form i could share so. uh. instead i'll just make a list of all my most favorite songs i associate with these kids 'cause if i did every song we would be here for A Long While.

do feel free to send in another ask if you want me to explain one in more depth!!! im one of those people who cannot escape associating songs w/ characters/stories so i have a LOT more i could say if that is wanted lol.

Little Fang - Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks: literally The Most Kris Song Of All Time, like do I even have to explain it. its just Them.

Real Love Song - Nothing But Thieves: this is a newer one on my kris playlist but i think it really fits their relationship with dess--taking the 'love' part in a familial/platonic way, 'can i sing this to you / got a thing about you / and it won't go away' i think this song really captures the sort of...hold dess's opinion always has over kris's sense of self, and the way they feel about her isn't exactly returned equally. in a sense this fits more with my dess-raises-kris au but it does work for kris in my other works too.

San Cristobol - Mal Blum: this is the dess song of all time to the point where it's my voiceclaim for her and is half the reason the band au exists. one big part of my dess is that she leaves voluntarily, even if she might get stuck in a dark world later on--she leaves ON PURPOSE, because she wants to. and this song is like, leaving people behind, 'sometimes i think i left you just to see if i'd be missed,' and sort of wanting to reach out but also maybe not. in a world where dess sings this she is singing it to asriel.

My Tiger, My Heart - The Boy Least Likely To: another dess song of all time, if the last one is dess singing to asriel, this one is her to kris&noelle. this song has been on my dess playlist for so long i've scripted out an animatic to it. specifically i see this as being a song for the space after she sees the bunker but before she leaves--like 'my tiger my heart / we're growing apart' in regards to how she sees kris, and then 'and i think it would be / happier / being free' LIKE. GOD. ITS SO GOOD.

Wash - Floor Cry: noelle about dess...specifically noelle as i write her in the holiday-dreemurr kids series, her pov fic in there was named after this song, but its just about. how you idolize your older sister and then she leaves and comes back and maybe isnt as good as you thought she was and you realize you're going to pick kris over her and so its about 'i never want to / become just like you / it's pretty simple / wish i could tell you why' because noelle struggles with this because she should be happy her sister is back, right? and yet...

Sidelined - The Garages: this is THE RALSEI SONG OF ALL TIME.....like. oh my GOD just listen to it. it's ralsei all the way down, how she struggles with figuring out who she is, with being a darkner, with the prophecy and the weight it puts on her, and how she's supposed to be left behind and forgotten but she doesn't want that and how scary it is to try and be a person when the world never wanted you to be one.

Pluto - Sleeping at Last: ANOTHER RALSEI SONG....this one specifically is in regards to the dess raises kris au lol since i explore ralsei/susie/noelle there but it works for ralsei in all universes. like just listen to it. it's so ralseicore. its similar in theme to sidelined so im not going to repeat myself but just 'i've been worried all my life / a nervous wreak most of the time' to the chorus of 'til one day i had enough / of the exercise of trust / i leaned in and let it hurt / let my body feel the dirt.' LIKE

and these are most of my big ones! i have more around somewhere but most of these i dont even have in a playlist i just sort of remember whenever the song comes on njdfgdfg. sorry theres not so much asriel or susie here i just dont have as good songs for them.

once again if you (general) want me to dive more into one of the songs lemme know!!! i will always talk about these kids!!!

#deltarune #noelle holiday #kris dreemurr #dess holiday #ralsei #ask

[astarkey]

The Famous Proust Questionnaire

I was tagged by the lovely @heatherannchristie to participate in this questionnaire! Thank you so much for tagging me, it was fun!! 🥰💖

What is your idea of perfect happiness? I’d say my idea of perfect happiness is just having everything I want. Like... to be in a place where it’s like... I’m content with what I have because I worked hard to get to that place where I am happy. Like, I’m happy to be alive, even though I worked hard to fight with my brain every single day to stop telling me that there’s nothing that’s worth living when there’s new music being produced from my favorite bands/artist, or hearing music from people I never heard, and to see my favorite game that came out in like a decade and a half is getting a sequel. There were people that never knew that I even existed because I was afraid of reaching out to people, and because I worked hard to get over that fear of predicting the worst outcome when I meet someone new, I now have like this small group of people in my circle that I’m happy to be around with because I trust them with anything. I mean those are some examples lol, but like, yeah... I don’t know where I’ll be in the future, but when I get to a place in my life where I have the life that I want and knowing how much I achieved to make it this far, yeah, that’s my idea of perfect happiness lol.

What is your most marked characteristic? My sweetness lol. Like I always try to be a good person, and welcome everyone with no room of judgement lol. 

What do you consider your greatest achievement? Being alive.

What is your greatest fear? Being forgotten by everyone. And I think if I died not doing the things I wanted to do.

What historical figure do you most identify with? Can I say Aaliyah? 🤣 Like that’s the only person I most identify with and she did something historical when she was alive lol!

Which living person do you most admire? Daniel Johns.

Who are your heroes in real life? I think my little sister is my hero lol.

What is the trait you most deplore in yourself? I think just having fear in like everything and trying to be a perfectionist lol.

What is the trait you most deplore in others? Selfishness. Not like doing things for yourself to take care of yourself, I mean like... “I know that what I’m doing is hurting you and jeopardizing your health, and I don’t care because all I care about is myself.” Stuff like that.

What is your favorite journey? I have no idea, I guess my favorite journey is on this thing called life :3

What do you consider the most overrated virtue? I had to look this up because I have no clue lol. I guess righteousness is overrated lol. 

Which word or phrases do you most overuse? “Like” lmfao, and “like so” and “but yeah”

What is your greatest regret? I actually have no regrets :) I just look at things as a way of that was meant to be, like that was meant to happen for a reason.

What is your current state of mind? It’s pretty calm right now.

If you could change one thing about your family, what would it be? Oh gosh lmfao 🤣 There’s A LOT that I wanna change about my family, but I think miscommunication is a big one that I wish I could change.

What is your most treasured possession? My baby ring I’ve worn since middle school lol. 

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery? Yeah, it’s living in fear and isolation.

Where would you like to live? Somewhere in an apartment away from noisy neighbors and just living independently on my own :)

What is your favorite occupation? Portraitist

What is the quality you most like in a man? Trusting lol. I think that is a high quality along with being protective over people and whoever matters to them.

What is the quality you most like in a woman? There’s a lot of quality I like that it’s hard for me to choose from 🤣but I think like having that boldness of being who we are and loving who we are, I think that’s a quality I like in women. Like I know that we have certain qualities about us that we don’t like, but just having one quality that we like about ourselves and embracing that and showing that off, unapologetically, I think that’s a high quality.

What are your favorite names? Aaliyah, Seth, Selena, Sara, Lily, Isabella, Erica, Olivia, Natalie, Evie, Eric, Leon, Angel, Jessie, Sean, Sabrina, and Angelina.

What is your motto? Umm... my motto really is treating everyone the way that they would want to be treated, but also whatever energy they’re giving you, give it back to them in return.

Tagging (no pressure!!): @lesstat-de-lioncourt, @onyxheartbeat, @katastrophywife, @bellamuertes, @bentcoppers, @musicrunsthroughmysoul, @eizagonzalezs, @artthurshelby, @ondinaaa, @weloveachother, @blondiest, @chronic-ghost, @bloodychamber, @alwaysupatnight, @lilmissuncreative, @verucaseether1999, @archeryqueen95, @valleygherl, @stuart-townsend, @kevinkline, @bustedandblue, @justjstuff, and anyone else who wants to do this! 😊❤️

#heatherannchristie #personal

[fagdykefriendship]

GENSHIN OC lol

Inaya • Returns to Earth

The Scourge of the Jungle

Geo Sword, Sumeru, Desert Region

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

From the deserts of Sumeru, Inaya is a disciple of the Scarlet King from a long-forgotten era. She was once one of his godly companions (similar to Xiao, Yae Miko, Stormterror, or Kujo Sara). After the fall of King Deshret, she went into hiding amongst the desert peoples.

Now the leader of a small band of rebels, she slowly encroaches upon the land of the Akademiya. She is outraged by the sages’ mistreatment of King Deshret’s people, and is willing to enact change however possible.

Forbidden knowledge is in her veins, but it has not corrupted her. It was what made her into an immortal being. She is powered by it, and is possibly the only being other than the Dendro Archon who can successfully interpret it.

Where Candace is a protector and shield of the desert, Inaya is their fighter and sword. Her wish is for Nahida and the nation of Sumeru to hold the desert peoples in equal place, and also to purify the legacy of her king in the history books, and make his benevolence known.

Moveset:

Ancient Bladework

Normal Attack

Performs up to 5 rapid strikes.

Charged Attack

Consumes a certain amount of Stamina to unleash 2 rapid sword strikes.

Plunging Attack

Plunges from mid-air to strike the ground below, damaging opponents along the path and dealing AoE DMG upon impact.

Skill: Desert Prayer

Press

Creates a Forbidden Turret using ancient knowledge, dealing AOE Geo DMG.

Forbidden Turret

has the following properties:

when opponents are in range of the turret, fires Sand Bombs which deal AOE Geo DMG and briefly confuse enemies

Sand Bombs can only be generated once every 4s.

If no enemies are in range, the Sand Bombs will be fired at regular intervals. Up to three Sand Bombs can exist at a time.

Two Forbidden Turrets can exist at once. They will resonate with other Geo constructs.

Hold to designate location of the skill.

Burst: Deshret’s Hand

Gathering the lost prayers of Deshret’s followers, Inaya refreshes the durration of any existing Forbidden Turrets and enters the Immortal Retribution state.

Immortal Retribution

While in this state, Inaya channels the remnants of King Deshret’s power and drives enemies mad with forbidden knowledge. Her attack speed will increase. Enemies hit by Forbidden Turrets or Inaya’s Normal, Charged, or Plunging Attacks will become Enraged. While Enraged, enemies will cause damage to themselves over a set period of time.

Relationships

Dehya - “I have worked with the Eremites in the past. They are formidable warriors, but too loyal to the Sumeru sages. Dehya is far too flippant in her ways. If the Eremites stopped bending and scraping to every scholar, the desert could be free again. Nevertheless, I respect Dehya’s prowess in battle. She is not one to be trifled with.”

Candace - “Ah… Candace… I have watched over her family for a long time. If anything were to happen to her I would not hesitate to step in, but I would not reveal myself to her. I let Lord Deshret fall to madness, and I must keep myself away from his line so long as I continue to live.”

Cyno - “I knew that one when he was just a boy. I had hoped he would join me and fight for Deshret’s former peoples, but his position as General Mahamatra is just as honorable to me. Having a child of the desert watching over the sages will keep us safe, or so I hope.”

Nahida - “We shall see how she rules. I will never forgive Greater Lord Rukkhadevata for separating the desert, but perhaps her reincarnation will rule with a kinder hand. I have my reservations, but I have lived a long life. I can wait another few decades before deciding to wage war on her…”

Al Haithaim - “That interim sage… I do not trust him. Forbidden knowledge ended Lord Deshret, that is true, but it’s complete destruction is a waste too.”

Tighnari - “The forest ranger and I serve in mirror roles. I wish to protect the lands of Deshret, and he wishes to protect the land of Nahida. As long as we have a common enemy in the Akademiya, I would not move against him. The magic of the forests is beyond me.”

#genshin #genshin oc #bald girl slay

[bardic-tales]

Happy (kinda almost late WBW!)

Are there any ancient secrets within the world that are of little consequence to talk about in an open format like this? (Since I know you're working on actual writing and uh, spilling the Plot Secrets might be a BIT counter-intuitive.)

If not, what have you REALLY wanted to talk about but haven't found the time or space for?

Happy WBW. Thank you for the ask.

I've been worldbuilding the Planes of Existence since 2009, so I have a lot of material that I can talk about. I try to shy away from the questions that would spill plot secrets, lol.

When I first created the history behind the planes of existence, the Endless Hunger was Lovecraftian. They still are.

These beings were a queen and king of a nation long forgotten who waged war on different planets and planes to make their own civilization greater than it was. They held delusions of grandeur. Their aspirations tainted their hearts.

They would learn a ritual that would make them immortal as long as they are consuming the energy, or ven, that weaves through the planes giving life to every creature and plant. They would be able to feed upon each other's energies to keep alive, refreshing the ven within them, but they were greedy. They would consume this energy, withering the world to the core, and grow fat.

The last two planets in their universe would band together before it was too late for them, cast a "spell", and thrust them through a wormhole in an unknown universe.

The wormhole would open to darkness, as no light exists where they are. They float through this space before they harness the energy that they stole from their original universe and create a large orb of fire, illuminating the emptiness around them.

For the next year, they would feed upon each other until an unexpected thing happened to both of them. Through an expulsion of ven through every orifice in their bodies, a blanket of blue miasma blanket and form landmasses and seas as far as they could see. This will be called the "ven plane", where worthy souls go to be reincarnated. This is the only plane that they created.

As the Hunger, who had renamed themselves as the Great Ones, continued to consume their plane, they missed the sounds of beings in terror. They would manipulate the ven around them, transforming it into a male figure and sentience. This would be Amés, the god of love.

Amés and Vittore, the vener of war, would create the death plane together. Like in their original universe, they will be pushed through the doorway to the Death Plane where they will be chained until a time that they are free. The souls that are not worthy usually feed them.

When I speak of the Old Gods that the cult on Arathea is worshipping in Flight of the Dragon, it is these beings. They are reaching out through cracks where the planes are the thinnest and managed to corrupt a monk from Eneth. She would transcribe their words into a scroll detailing what needs to be done to bring them to the Life plane and eventually bring about the end times.

#wbw #worldbuilding wednesday #worldbuilding #setting:fotd #setting: pf #fic: cold as ice #fic: pale fire #nl answers #wip: flight of the dragon #SETTING: CAi

[girlcalledwhatsername]

One of my biggest pet peeves is when people are talking about bands that broke up or artists that stopped making music, and they say something along the lines of "Well wouldn't you rather they quit on a high than keep making music till they are putting out trash?" Or "it's better to stop making music rather than keep putting out more and more music because you just end up making trash" etc

Because it is such a consumeristic view of art. Do you think individuals just stop making art after a period? Of course not. We do it throughout our lives, it sustains us. Artists are just making art, whether it's good or bad to you doesn't matter, the point is that they will always have the urge to create and will keep doing that till they die whether or not you see it. The fact that any art is shared with an audience is just a way for the community as a whole to enjoy it, not for mere consumption.

And I've talked before as well about the conflating of art with "content" saying artists put out new "content" instead of saying "music/art/film/poem/novel" whatever. Once people get in their heads that everything that is shared is done with them in mind as the consumer they see it as a product and art itself just loses meaning. Now that I write this down I'm recalling all the people I have heard say this and they have largely been privileged men, particularly white men, so there does seem to be this idea of entitlement at the core of it. They don't seem to be doing it maliciously so much as it's so ingrained in them to see everything as existing for them. People have spoken on this in terms of like, representation in media and how men, particularly white men or other privileged men in other cultures, hate it because they view things as existing for them and that entitlement is something they have to work to unlearn.

And that mixed with the consumerist idea of art as content (and I KNOW some things are content not art, like whatever the hell influencers have going on) is destroying the way in which we engage in art. Behind that is an individual or a group that has just made it for the sake of making art. Even if they were forced to not share their art, they would still make it. But we survive on that community and that validation and having our creations recognised so we share what we make. And it's a privilege to be able to share in someone's art to be honest, even beyond the compensation. Yes I paid my friend for a painting I bought of hers. Yes it is still an honour to be able to share in that art, she could have just as easily kept it at home. Yes, the bands I love probably get compensated from the listens they get on Spotify. Yes it is still an honour to share in the kind of emotions that went into the songs.

Would I rather my favourite bands keep making music as long as it makes them happy? Even if their music changes, evolves, "turns trash", becomes something I don't personally like? Yeah dude. Yeah. Because I would rather also keep creating and sharing than be stifled by an idea to pass a test of eligibility before I can put a work out there. That's not at all what art is about.

#if you come to condescendindly clown on this post i will block you I'm not in the fucking mood #music #lyrics #punk #punk rock #pop punk #grunge #shit what other genres are there #emo #literature #poetry #art #discourse #consumerism #green day #billie joe armstrong #i have forgotten every other band to exist lol #my chemical romance #MCR #caps warning

[swga-ficrecs]

june 2021 recap

ahh june was a really fic-filled month!!! i used to be a silent reader but then i realized that it’s hard to go back to the fics i really liked reading since i had no way of finding them except for remembering key words and googling the shit out of it lol so!!! i thought of doing a monthly recap of all my favorites in addition to the fics i like and reblog. thank you to these wonderful authors who just write pure magic  ✨

🏆 holy grail  |  ☀️ fluff  |  🌧 angst  |  💋 smut.

fave authors

🏆 @minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong

HOLY GRAIL AUTHOR!!! Loved a lot of their series because of the tropes and the plot. I’ll definitely come back to their fics in the future for another binge reading session

@taecalikook

Really loved their fuckboy trope fics. Has a few unfinished fics I’m excited to binge read once they’re completed

🏆 @gukyi

Discovered their work back in 2017? Really loved IGYMH and reread their masterlist this month

@ve1vetyoongi​

All I can remember is the ending of Mic Drop and I can’t  😭 I’m really excited for their unfinished fics!!!!

fave fics 

Arranged by @.minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong 🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: chaebol MYG x student reader

Y/N is a struggling student in Seoul: working multiple jobs, living in a broom closet apartment, and often sacrificing her dignity for the sake of her livelihood. What happens when a handsome stranger presents her with an offer she cannot refuse at the moment she needs it most?

Dissonance by @.minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong  🏆 🌧 ☀️

Pairing: bassist KTH x student / band manager reader

Y/N is a struggling student in Seoul: working multiple jobs, living in a broom closet apartment, and often sacrificing her dignity for the sake of her livelihood. What happens when a handsome stranger presents her with an offer she cannot refuse at the moment she needs it most?

The Parting by @.minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong  🏆 🌧 ☀️

Pairing: flower shop owner PJM x reaper reader

The only certainty in life is death, and it seems to follow Park Jimin. All his life, the icy shadow of death has hung closely by his side, along with the shadow of…something else. Reapers exist to guide the souls of the living to the world beyond. But what happens when a particular Reaper tampers with the natural order and saves a mortal boy’s life? What will they do once their fates become inextricably linked?

From Home by @gyukult  🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: chaebol JJK x reader

jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. but what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class?

(Not) Just Friends by @.taecalikook  🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: Bestfriend / fuckboy / fratboy JJK x reader ft. KSJ 

Befriending the fuckboy with devilishly handsome face and emotional capacity of a pea is not your choice, especially when you met him when you were in fifth grade, attracted for the unhealthy vermilion shaded face of the nerd he was that fateful day. So was Jungkook, as he is already putting strictly platonic label on your forehead and calls it a day. But it is only a matter of time before everything changes, and it only takes a frat party, lots of booze and… a certain Kim Seokjin.

Partiality by @jiminimoon  🏆 🌧

Pairing: Husband PJM x reader

You and Jimin argue about your kids not loving you two equally

Brown-eyed Baby by @jeonstudios  🏆 ☀️ 🌧 💋

Pairing: Single Parent JJK x reader

a lost child at the mall. eyes from a different time.

I’ll Give You My Heart by @.gukyi  🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: CEO bestfriend MYG x reader

gift exchanges are cool. gift exchanges with your ceo-slash-best friend min yoongi are less cool, because what the hell are you supposed to get the man that already has everything?

The Truth Between Us by @.gukyi and @jimlingss   🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: Editor MYG x reader

a book deal should be the most exciting time of your life, but there seems to be a constant and omnipresent damper on your mood in the form of a certain min yoongi, who you would just cut out from your life, if he weren’t your editor. but then, the world shifts beneath your feet, and you begin to wonder if maybe you’ve always been looking at life from the wrong angle.

Love is Blind by @cinnaminsvga 🏆 ☀️ 🌧

[Final] Pairing: Fake boyfriend KNJ x reader

social media au where y/n posts a fake boyfriend application on twitter as a dare but ends up seeking something real in the long run (aka how to fall in love the zillennial way)

Love Grows Where You Go by @hueseok 🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: Fiancé MYG x reader

determined to make you and yoongi grow closer for your upcoming wedding in two weeks, your parents plan a trip for the both of you that lasts five days long. you know you should be ecstatic about it, considering your longtime crush on your fiancé, but by how you’re positive that he secretly despises your whole being, you don’t find this mini vacation with him something to look forward to. that is until things take an unexpected turn and suddenly, he makes it apparent he doesn’t hate you at all as you reckoned.

Give Me Love by @.hueseok 🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: Lawyer boyfriend KNJ x reader

you’ve been in a relationship with your boyfriend for over five years now, yet the talk of marriage has never been initiated between the two of you. of course, you try to somehow squeeze it in from time to time, but it seems like no matter what, namjoon just won’t take the hint

Cornfields and Cosmos by @jessikahathaway ☀️ 🌧 💋

Pairing: Alien MYG x reader

Cornfields: He was an alien. You were a girl. Can I make it any more obvious? Probably. It’s the one where Yoongi’s a cold alien that needs love too.

Cosmos:  Yoongi and you had been travelling together for a long time. You’d begun the terrifying journey of becoming parents. When a new person arrives in a way you didn’t expect, you and Yoongi’s relationship is sent into a tailspin.

The Art of Craving by @venusiangguk  ☀️ 💋

Pairing: Single parent DILF JJK x reader

jk takes you to a bbq at his friends house. the tri-tip is good but the creampie is even better.

fics to i’m waiting to finish before binge reading

What we are not ; Soulmates by @.taecalikook

Pairing: MYG x reader x KTH

you love yoongi with all your heart throughout these five years being in a relationship with him. you always thought he is the one — your one, even when the infamous soulmate signs are still not showing. yet you always wait, because you know it’s him you are destined to be with, forever. but what would happen if then his childhood best friend comes along, with the universe-signed telltales that you have been looking for true love in all the wrong places?

When the sea sleeps by @.taecalikook

Pairing: KSJ x reader

marriage should be based on love, but it’s not really the case with you and Seokjin. what’s more beneficial than two person who sworn off romances to get married out of obligation, right? but you should have known better, that keeping your heart straight from wanting someone like Kim Seokjin is next to impossible.

After Midnight by @.gyukult

Pairing: JJK x reader

jeon jungkook only likes seeing you after midnight.

Better With You by @ve1vetyoongi

Pairing: KSJ x reader

A part time job as a chef at Paradise Resort seems like the perfect way to spend your summer and save up some spare cash to open your own restaurant back home. That is until you cross paths with the CEO’s son who threatens to fire you if you don’t help him inherit his trust-fund-baby-fortune. How? By making you his fiancé. Well, his pretend fiancé at least.

Operation: Love Letters by @.ve1vetyoongi

Pairing: OT7 x reader

When every student on campus is going crazy about a survey that claims to make true love bloom, your best friend manages to convince you to join in on the fun — except you’re disappointed to find out that your results just seem to be lost causes. That is until a love letter from a mysterious secret admirer turns up and you find yourself on a mission to find the person behind the pen — but you quickly realise it’s going to be a lot harder than you initially thought when you have 7 possible bachelors to investigate, right? Operation: Love Letters a-go!

Remember Me by @.ve1vetyoongi

Pairing: OT7 x reader

Taehyung wants to be forgotten. Overwhelmed by his life as idol persona V, he longs to just be Kim Taehyung for once. Even if that means forgetting everything he ever knew

🏆  The Prince and His Rose by @vanaera

Pairing: Football player / Childhood bestfriend JJK x reader

Drabble series of “For a While”

The Heart Holiday by @.vanaera

Pairing: MYG x reader

Valentine’s Day is declared as an official holiday. However, private companies’ standards dictate it’s only for the people who are currently in a relationship. Unluckily for Y/N, she doesn’t have this year’s PRS’ (Proof of Relationship Status) “in a relationship” box ticked – the only ticket out she can have to enjoy one paid week of holiday leave away from her hellish job. And more unfortunately for Y/N, everyone around her is oh so conveniently currently committed in a relationship. Except for one person: Min Yoongi, Y/N’s biggest critic in every pitch meeting, the picky guy who always picks on her, and the most annoying jerk of the century. Desperate for that holiday leave, Y/N strikes Yoongi up with an offer: Fake date each other two weeks before February 14, just enough time for the Department of Relationship Management (DRM) to consider processing their PRSs. After Valentine’s Day, they will go back to their own ways and never speak about whatever that may happen during the plan. Good, plain, and simple. That is until, Yoongi uncharacteristically oh so enthusiastically agrees to Y/N’s offer, leaving her thinking that she may have bitten something too much more than she can chew.

My Time by @.vanaera

Pairing: JJK x reader

A future technology allows cops to jump in the past and future to investigate crimes that have happened and prepare for those that are about to happen. A simple hit-and-run turns into something more when Captain Jeon Jungkook finds himself as the victim of a culprit who cannot be identified by the system. Especially when the culprit seems to be the same person behind the new case that’s threatening the order in the justice organization. All goes haywire when Jungkook gets involved with Y/N L/N, the clairvoyant sketch artist who may be his only help to solve the case.

Lost Stars by @.hueseok

Pairing: JJK x reader

the last person you’d expect to be there for you is your roommate, jeongguk, on the night you break up with your cheating boyfriend; because as far as you’re concerned, the both of you aren’t exactly friends, and he definitely shouldn’t be running to get you upon hearing you sob via phone call.

so when he does, you begin thinking that maybe you’ve just been hard on him over the years, or perhaps he just liked pretending to be an annoying shit most of the time. either way, it becomes the beginning of an unexpected friendship finally blossoming.

Dexterity + Stupidity by @.hueseok

Pairing: JJK x reader

a drabble series that features surgical intern!jeongguk x surgical resident!reader as they go through their odd senior-junior relationship, obviously having the hots for each other and yet, frustratingly goes into twists and turns in order to properly act on it.

Crimson Grail by @.jessikahathaway

Pairing: MYG x reader

There were tales of the famed pirate Min Yoongi, Captain of the Crimson Grail. However, one meeting with him is hardly ever enough… One taste of adventure, and you were addicted.

Baby Talk by @.jessikahathaway

Pairing: PJM x JJK x reader

Jimin and Jungkook had been trying to get a surrogate for years. Finally when you agree to help them, their dreams seem to be coming true. But, dreams change…

Vegas, Baby by @.jessikahathaway

Pairing: KTH x reader

They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. What happens when there’s a little more legality to it than that?

Taming the Beast by @.jessikahathaway

Pairing: KTH x reader

You were the next in line to be the head of your village, when your mother gave you to the enemy to save your people from merciless slaughter. What happens when they try to Tame a Beast?

Owner by @.jessikahathaway

Pairing: JJK x reader

With your mother hounding on you (no pun intended), you decided to get a little help from a hybrid, who was also in need of assistance.

If Only You Knew by @agustdakasuga

Pairing: BTS x reader

From the start, you knew you wanted to be a hybrid rehabilitator. You needed to help these hybrids heal, learn to live with one another and lead normal lives. Even if they are all different, you hoped that they could give each other a new reason to live.

#monthly recap #bts fics #bts jungkook #bts jin #bts seokjin #bts yoongi #bts suga #bts rm #bts namjoon #bts jimin #bts v #bts taehyung #bts fic recs #bts fanfic

[warmau]

kick it!au x nct 127

more like punk!au 127, but it’s inspired by the n version of the album!

taeyong

only heir to one of seoul’s biggest tech businesses, but no matter how much his parents try to get him to act like one 

he really could give a rats ass about it 

sometimes his parents think he’s doing it on purpose - the over the top outfits and the heavy music

the skipping out on important meetings, the hanging out with people who don't even imagine what kind of tax bracket his parents are in

but taeyong just cant bring himself to want to give his whole life away 

to slaving over some company in some high office in a building so far off from the wonders life has to offer

he’d rather run around and experience what he can while he’s young and his body can handle it 

so for a while, he just runs away - it sets of a massive panic throughout the city of seoul as his parents send out search teams and private investigators

and the police are put on the case 

you watch the news and sigh, spotting taeyong spread out like a comfortable cat on your couch

“you know sooner or later they’re going to find out you’re here.”

“no they won’t. you were an intern in our legal department - you never even officially met me.”

he answers, playing with the threads off of his holed up tshirt before sitting up

“hey - if you really don't want to be involved in this, just run away with me to London like i offered.”

you take a bite of toast

“won’t that just get me more involved - we’ll both become fugitives. well i will, you’ll probably be saved by your parents money.”

taeyong’s eyes darken and his beautiful features fall sullen

you hear him hit the back the pillow with a soft thud

“i wish i wasn't living my life on the back of my parents - it’d make everything so much easier.”

you get up, leaning over the couch to look down at him 

you met him when you’d gotten fired from your internship actually

why? because you threw hot coffee on some creep manager trying to feel you up and taeyong, who’d been passing by the floor, had watched mesmerized as you’d yelled at him for even thinking of touching you

it was the most badass thing he’d ever seen and when you were dragged away and tossed out of the building

he’d run up to you and offered to help you out

you thought he was saying he’d get you your job back - which you didn’t want because you didn’t want to work with creeps

but taeyong had actually meant getting you a favor at another company

even if he was a punk kid with no interest in business, he was still pretty charismatic with the other kids his age with parents in high places

he was the reason you had a comfortable life now - so when he shoed up on your doorstep you couldnt say no

now you’re looking at him and he’s looking up at you - the lost look in his eyes makes you so sad

“i cant run away with you anywhere, but you’re welcome to stay here for as long as you want.”

his lips turn up in a smile but before you can pull back he leans forward and you feel the softness of his mouth brush yours

you freeze with your hands digging into the couch and taeyong puts out his own palm on your cheek

“what if i wanna stay here with you forever?”

his tongue runs along the outline of your bottom lip and you feel the strength in your arms sort of fade

“are you doing this just to piss off your par-”

you start when you pull back, but he shakes his head and taeyong is not good at lying

“no. im doing all of this because i do want to be with you.”

jaehyun & johnny

guitarist and drummer of their garage punk band that they started in highschool together

to be honest, johnny had suggested it as a way to get themselves more popular - and jaehyun had thought it’d be a fun way to pass the long summer days

but now they’re actually pretty well known in the underground scene

and have went on to play booked shows in packed bars and events

they even have self designed merch which is kinda,,,well,,,,their fans love them anyway lol

you’re actually a server at one of the bars they play pretty frequently, and even though most of the crowd is pushed up on the stage when they play

there are some stragglers or bored significant others who occupy the tables in the back and who you have to deal with 

they usually complain to you about the loud, thrashing music - but you have to say - you kind of dig the duo’s chaotic energy

plus jaehyun always looks handsome in leather black jeans and hair slicked back, while johnny looks just as enticing with disheveled brown long bangs and a right sleeve full of tattoos 

you think some of the people in the crowd don’t even fancy the music that much either - the two musicians are pretty much a sight to enjoy on their own

you actually favor,

jaehyun - the guitarist and the main singer who always looks cold and put together

you sometimes akin him to more of like a businessman than a punk musician

but he really does have a lovely voice when he isn’t screaming into a mic

also - he tips better than most people - when he comes back to the bar to get a drink after the show

fans usually follow behind him like ants on honey

but he always makes it a point to get a few minutes before them so he can chat with you

his questions are usually about how you like the songs, you have the sneaking suspicion he’s the one who writes them

and you always enjoy the moments before his hoard attacks him

one evening you collect his bill and are surprised at the large tip again - but also at his number scrawled at the bottom and a question

thinking of writing my first love song, i think you can really help with that.....if you’d want to.

johnny - the drummer and the wilder part of the two

he’s got tattoos and is always jumping around and throwing drumsticks into the crowd 

he looks like a mess when he’s up there, feeling the music and going insane with the fans cheers

but when he gets off stage he has those long sweaty bangs in his face

and usually is missing a part of his shirt that either tore or was torn off

he always finds you after, when you run back to the kitchen which is beside the back of the stage

usually for more snacks for the bar - and he always coaxes something free out of you 

you like his one-liners and genuinely happy smile so you dont mind

and sometimes he tells you about a new tattoo or a new city he’s going to get or visit

one evening he stops you when all you’ve got is a wine bottle in hand and asks if you have a second

you agree and follow him into a part behind stacked speakers and almost drop the wine when he pulls his shirt up by his teeth

through muffling you understand him saying “look, i got my first hip tat!”

you see the tiger that’s disappearing down below his belt

“how big is the whole thing?!”

you ask and he winks, letting his shirt fall back down

“well if you want to see the whole thing - why don’t i wait for outback later?”

you agree - only to think about it ten minutes later and be like 

OH

taeil

employee at the local vintage records shop

the owner pretty much entrusts all of the store to taeil, whose music taste is highly respected in the community and is also very very,,,,,,,very specific

but unlike most people who love to come in here and argue about what genre or band or artist is the best

he just likes to,,,,,,,,vibe

which is why people feel either comfortable around him - because he’ll listen to them rant with a smile as he checks them out

or kinda weirded out because like - does he ever raise his voice above a softhearted whisper?!?!

pretty cute with his blonde mullet and pretty silver earrings - a loved flannel over his shoulders

because of taeil’s work and the general popularity of vintage records as an aesthetic, the shop gets a little more busy

and so the owner hires you - who unlike taeil who favors ska-punk and beach vibes

you are a strictly heavy metal person

the grimier - the better

and when you start working your job, you cannot handle taeil’s playlist 

and you can’t handle his laidback attitude to match

so you always have something to say - half because you mean it but also half because you want some reaction from taeil

but taeil never does, if you spend half an hour shittalking the album he picks he just kind of shrugs it off

if you put on some swedish death tunes - he just lets you play the music without a comment

you guys look kind of funny next to each other because he’s just punky dad chic and your wardrobe is bleak and black

people can tell where your favorite sections are and they are on opposite sides of the store

one afternoon, you’re begging the store owner to buy copies of this obscure band most people dont care about but who you LOVE for the store

he keeps saying no because he’s pretty sure no one will buy it

when taeil strolls in for his shift

the boss turns and asks taeil for his opinion and you give up completely because 

there’s no way he’s gonna ask the boss to order a heavy metal record-

“yes, let’s order it. i trust their taste.”

taeil smiles your way before turning the corner

the boss sighs and pats your shoulder, promising he’ll put it on the list for the next order

you just stand there, before breaking from your shock to find taeil

you do - he’s unpackaging new goods - and gives you a soft, happy smile when you call out his name

“why’d you stand up for me back there? you hate my music.”

“i never said i hated it.”

you scrunch up your nose

“so you’re a heavy metal fan now?”

“no, but you are and if you like it then it’s good right?”

you don’t understand, confused you say again - “but you hate it-”

he puts down the record in his hand and turns toward you 

he tilts his head and goes,

“but i don't hate you, in fact i like you quite a lot so im willing to put up- i mean listen to the music you like because i know it makes you happy.”

the words swirl around in your head and you feel something warm flood into your veins

“you ,,,, like me a lot?”

“yes, i thought it was obvious how shy i was around you.”

you try not to laugh in disbelief, because you’re pretty sure he’s never even changed his facial expression since you started here

but whatever - you kinda like that (a lot) about him too

yuta

your local back alley tattooer and piercer 

not actual back alley, more like in his apartment, but still - does he have a license for this? who knows 

he loves doing colorful, crazy pieces - usually with a magical element or a pinup style

and if you give him a big project, he goes absolutely nuts on it

he himself has tattoos up the back of his neck and all the way down to his ankles

he has almost thirteen piercings' in one ear, with his infamous tongue piercing, bellybutton, and two studs above his hipbones 

pain doesn’t exist for him - and neither do boundaries when it comes to art or fashion

he’s almost always photographed or stopped when he goes outside

long hair up in a bun, he pulls out one of the sticks holding it and is like “it’s also a pocket knife if i click here-”

thick collar, long skirts or ripped up sweaters

he’s a very fun person to both work with or just be around LOL

you don’t really think that though - actually you’re super nervous when you see him

your friend though, the one who insisted on coming to yuta for their nose piercing, is hyped

she’s buzzing around him - getting excited and also flirting 

but for someone reason ,,, he keeps looking over her shoulder at you

“well, let me get the needle ready-”

he starts and you ask if it’s been sterilized

he laughs in response and your friend shushes you

but something feels all weird about this

you lean in to her as yuta gets his instruments ready

“do you really want this? why don’t you just get another ear-”

“don’t worry! it’ll be fine!”

you hear a voice chime in behind you both, “exactly - it’ll be peachy.”

you bite your lip as you watch yuta approach but just as you want to make sure again

your friend sees the needle and

passes out

you catch her - eyes wide and scared

“wh-oh my god! we need a doctor!”

Yuta sighs, rolling his eyes and putting the needle back down

he takes your friend from your arms and lays her down on the couch nearby

“no we don't. ill get some ice.”

“she’s passed out! what do you mean we don’t - we need to call-”

“it happens all the time.”

he disappears and then shuffles back in with an icyhot, he drops it in your hand and you stare at him

he pulls up a chair and sits down in it, “she’ll be back up in a couple minutes. we just have to wait.”

you’re skeptical - now more than ever - but you place the ice on her forehead and sit back up

“sooo, are you also looking to get a piercing?”

he suddenly inquires, leaning his elbows on his knees and giving you a look that makes you feel like you’re being seared under a lamp

“w-what, no. she just asked me to come along for support.”

“you’d look good with a nose piercing, or maybe a lip piercing, or the shy types always get something crazy like-”

his eyes drop down a little lower and you huff, fighting off a weird buzz in your chest

“no! i don't want any, and i don't want to be convinced either thank you.”

he shrugs and sits back 

“you sure? not even i offer to do it for free?”

you roll your eyes, “does free mean free or is there a clause missing?”

“free means you pay nothing, but maybe you’ll consider getting coffee with me.”

this catches you off guard - you nearly lose grip on the icyhot on your friends forehead when you turn to him

“s-sorry, are you flirting with me while my friends passed out on your couch?!!??”

yuta grins

“yeah, i am. isn’t that normal?”

doyoung

politically outspoken activist, nazi stomper, no bullshit from anyone graduate student 

doesn’t look punk on the outside but put on his headphones and it’s straight up songs about anarchy only

won’t tell anyone where the secret little tattoo he got is, but people place bets on where and what they think it is

jaehyun thinks it has to be like a quote from chomsky but taeil thinks it might be something sappy and sentimental like a flower for his mom

it’s actually just a cool looking sword on the side of his ribs that he got half because he wanted to prove he could take the pain LOL

he really doesn’t fuck around when it comes to his beliefs though - like he doesnt think it’s radical to want human rights for everyone and if anyone wants to get in his face about it 

then he will get back in their face about it

and listen he’s gotten into some fights, and even though he’s mostly lank and brains - he’ll take a punch with pride and throw his own if anyone says some dumb shit in his vicinity

“you look more like a prep then a punk” someone once comments and doyoung doesn’t even bat an eyelash to retort “i don't need a mohwak to fight for respect. and ill have you know - i do own a leather jacket so shove it.”

you’re a student in one of doyoung’s classes who thinks he’s really cool, but also intimidating

his dark eyes and lack of humor kind of make him unapproachable, but also pretty attractive

you’re kind of sad that you can’t talk to him about upcoming ralies and class work because you don’t know what you two could have in common

when one day you and doyoung arrive to class early and suddenly the quiet classroom is full of loud, hard, punk rock

you turn around and doyoung’s big eyes are somehow even bigger

“m-my bluetooth disconnected. sorry.”

he scrambles to turn down the volume, but you jump up

“you like rage against the machine? i love them!”

doyoung perks up

“really, usually people tell me they’re outdated and don’t fit well,,,,you know - how i look.”

you shake your head, “who cares what you look like - their music started a movement!”

you move your seat up closer to doyoung and ask if you can see his playlist

he shows it to you proudly and before you know it you two are in a deep discussion about bands and music and shows

the professor and students trickle in and before you know it it’s time for class to start

before it does, you happily exclaim to doyoung

“i didn’t think we’d ever have something in common - im so happy i can talk to you now!”

“you couldn’t talk to me before?”

doyoung takes note of the blush that dusts your cheek and the way your fingers twitch in your lap

“ah - i just, you know it’s hard to talk to someone you like.”

doyoung is about to ask that you say that again, just so he can confirm it and get that giddy feeling again

but the professor starts the lecture 

too bad the whole time doyoung can’t help but steal looks at you - counting down the minutes till the class is over and he can ask you to come with him for lunch

you guys can listen to music and,,,,,,,maybe talk about how to change the political world,,,,,together <3

jungwoo

definitely flunking a lot of his classes, but so pretty when you look passed the crazy orange hair that no one blames him for it 

he’s always falling asleep behind textbooks 

and doodling butterflies or whatnot in the corners of his notes

he loves baggy clothes, decorated with pins and paint, every now and then he’s even got little bandages on his cheeks and fingers 

he looks like he came out of a cartoon - delicate features and colorful clothes

he opens his locker and love notes fall out no matter what day it is 

and his headphones keep getting confiscated by teachers

he should technically be your biggest enemy

considering he breaks uniform violations, doesn’t do his homework, and frequently hangs out in the halls when he should be there

and you’re a prefect that’s got straight A’s 

but you,,,,,,,just cannot be mad at jungwoo

anyone else, you’re the first to hand out detention slips or lug them into the deans office

but with jungwoo - there’s what you’d just call favoritism

people think it’s kind of hilarious though because you’re trying so hard to hide your crush on jungwoo but it’s so obvious

and jungwoo is so clueless about your crush and the fact that you give him so many slides that when people complain about how he didn’t get in trouble but they did for doing the SAME thing

he’s like huh what? 

you keep getting told to stop being so lenient with him, he’s not going to learn if he’s not told he’s doing something wrong

but when you’re faced with him again

that big puppy smile and the cute little flower studs in his ears

you just cant

you just shoo him out of the sight of any other prefects or teachers so he wont be caught

one afternoon as you’re checking the halls during study period - you spot jungwoo hanging out on the ledge of the window to the top floor

beside him is a half eaten sandwich and a forgotten book

he looks so picturesque you feel guilty interrupting him 

but you know you’re not the only one on duty so you touch his shoulder gently

“jungwoo, kun might find you if you’re just sitting here.”

“you found me.”

he says with a gentle smile

“yes, but you know i don’t want you to get in trouble - so do you think you can go up to the roof?”

he nods, gathering his things and as you turn to leave, he takes a hold of your wrist and tugs you behind him

“wh-”

but it’s too late, you’re already up the stairs and being pulled through the roof’s door

jungwoo twirls you around and you want to tell him you have to get back to your job

when he pulls you against his chest

“j-j-jungwoo?!?”

your face heats up as you squeak in shock

he stares down into your eyes - the usual gloss of dreaminess seems a little more serious

“do you like me?”

your heart feels like it has stopped in your chest - no matter who’d asked you about your crush before, it was never jungwoo himself so it was always easy to lie

“wh-why are you asking me?”

he blinks, long dark lashes in contrast to his bright hair

“i want to know if you like me.”

“but why- y-you’ve never asked me before.”

“because.”

he shrugs, saying it as if it’s the easiest thing to admit in the world

“because i like you so if you like me too - i can ask you on a date.”

mark

skater boy who wants to go pro

spends hours in the park and in lots trying new tricks and just skating because if there’s one thing he loves

it’s the rush, the feel of the board and the air that passes by him as he cruises down the block

he’s pretty oblivious to the fact that he’s the most liked skater, maybe even person, in his neighborhood

because he will jump off his board to help old ladies cross the street and willing to bust it and eat dirt if a kid accidentally stumbles in front of him

he’s always kinda banged up, with something broken or sprained or slightly bloodied from messed up tricks or accidents

but he works it, along with the chino pants and old band tshirts and beanies 

he secretly got his nose pierced last summer, but he’s gotta keep hiding it from mom and dad lol

he takes part in a lot of local competitions because he really wants to get his foot in the pro game

and (not surprising to anyone but him) he has a lot of local fans

some are just fellow skaters who love his happy attitude, others are lovestruck teenagers who think the sweet skater is prime boyfriend material (they’re right)

you aren’t a huge skating fan, you actually don’t know much about it, but you sometimes get dragged along with friends to the events

they’re free and it’s fun to pass the time

you’re at one, sipping a slushie and listening to your friends argue about the upcoming show

when you notice a boy in a beanie off the right of the course

he’s practicing flips, his skateboard a strong neon green with what you assume are his initials - ML

“who is that?” you ask offhandedly and your friends all answer in unison - “oh! that’s the favorite - mark lee.”

you are about to look away, but then you end up catching mark’s gaze

when your eyes lock - he smiles and it shows off the sweetness that you can see people would go crazy over

you nearly miss your slushie straw as you try to smile awkwardly back

for the first time, you’re extremely excited to see one of the runs - mark takes his position at the top of the ramp and you edge forward in your seat

your friends comment about it - but you’re not the only one getting hyped - it seems like the whole place is waiting to see him succeed

you hold your breath a little as he lands the first trick, then the next, then the next

its going so well and you think you might even just get up and cheer when right on the last second - he hits a rail and the board flies off - it leaves mark tumbling down

he catches himself with his hands but you can see the pain and shock spread over his face

the crowd gasps - but no one moves

actually, you’re waiting for EMTs or someone to show up - but it’s just mark limping up and chasing after his runaway board

“where are the doctors - or someone to help?”

you turn and your friends just shrug, “it’s not a super big event so they usually don’t have anyone.”

you don’t know what comes over you, you’ve seen people slam before at these things but this just feels different

you get up from your seat and push down through to the back the course

you find mark sitting out near the curb of the parking lot, nursing what you can guess is a pair of pretty hurt palms

and you rush over

“are you ok?”

he looks up at you and you notice he’s abandoned his beanie - black hair a wild mess

“ah yeah, no worries. ill be good for my second-”

all you have are the napkins from your slushie, which you use quickly to dab at the small cuts on mark’s hands 

he’s so caught off guard by your sudden makeshift first aid, that mark just stares wide eyed as you try to help

“let me go find some ice or something, it looks like it really hur-”

“its ok! i fall all the time!”

you frown, “but your hands-”

he goes pink at the ears, because your voice is full of real concern, and plus he didn’t just smile so big at you before for no reason

you are as adorable from a distance as you are up close, probably even more actually

“im ok, thanks for worrying but i do need to get back to the course.”

you drop your hands from his and sigh, “ok. but after do you promise you’ll at least get some bandages?”

“promise.”

you nod and get up, watching mark stand with you and wince as he flips his board up into his hands

you still feel worried, but mark suddenly goes

“actually, would you mind coming with me after - i mean you don’t have to if you’re with your frie-”

“they won’t mind. of course ill come, at least that way ii know you didn’t go back on your promise!”

mark thinks your little laugh is the cutest thing hes heard in a while, it rings through his ears for the rest of the competition 

and when he humbly places third, he finds you in the crowd - and shakes his board up at you

the whole row you’re in turns your way

your friends all raise their eyebrows

but you’re just thinking about getting him those bandages (and maybe getting his number?) 

haechan

skater boy who is a pro

youngest in the scene right now with more than three world championship titles under his board 

sponsored by monster energy, vans, hell even companies like samsung are looking to put their money in him

his videos have millions of views on youtube and everyone whose trying to get into skating sees him as an icon to worship

the only person to land some of the hardest tricks known in the sport on his first runs 

always bright, with one little braid hanging from his hair - the mullet look was so well accepted by fans that he decided to keep it

(even had longtime friend and fellow skater jeno come over and dye it blonde for him)

and in general, he can take a fall like anyone - but when he does land his tricks he’s always bursting with energy and dance moves out on the course

you know him, how could you not, working as one of the go-pro camera crew for skating events

but when you’re assigned to be his follow along for the upcoming qualifiers being held in your city you almost lose it 

because not only are going to get to film THE haechan, but you’re going to be so close to him for the entirety of the competiton too

the fan in you comes to life, but you try to keep your cool when the day comes - introducing yourself with a handshake and a big smile

you’re nervous but what you don’t expect (and don’t actually even notice) is haechan is too

because - oh god, this is the first camera person he’s ever gotten that is on THIS level of cute

you’re so caught up in trying to get the perfect footage of him, that you don’t see how he keeps peeking at you out of the corner of his eye

when he trips over one of his boards and nearly crashes into another skater you assume it’s pre-competition jitters

but it’s actually just because you’re getting quite close to him - and haechan hasn’t ever had butterflies LIKE this

five minutes before the competition goes live, he requests that his manager switch you and one of the other skaters camera crew

it’s so soul crushing - you’re kind of left in a blank shock - until your new skater is shaking your shoulders

you think you must have done SOMETHING,,,,,no one has ever complained about you before??? you didn’t think you were even being the slightest bit annoying - even though you were trying REALLY hard not to ask for at least an autograph??

you spend the entire competition overthinking it until finally - after haechan wins and is done with all his interviews and handshakes

you manage to track him down and immediately bow at a 90 degree angle

“im so sorry if i did something wrong, i really didn’t think you’d ask to switch - please tell me what i did to upset you so i don’t do it again!”

your head is still down and haechan suddenly feels like the trophy in his hand weighs a ton

he clenches his teeth and mutters

“you didn’t do anything,,,,,,your crime is just being really-”

you slam up and your eyes are big and shaking, haechan feels like the worst person on earth as he swallows

“your cime is just being really,,,,really,,,,,really,,,,,,cute.”

“p-pardon?”

your voice cracks, because you’re pretty sure you misheard him

he scratches his head, almost bonking himself on the temple with the trophy

charismatic always silly and shining haechan suddenly looks coy 

“c-cute, you’re just really cute and i couldn’t focus on my tricks so - please don’t take it to heart.”

your stomach does a flip, both out of relief and out of disbelief 

“o-oh,,,,i-- well - im sorry for being-”

“don’t apologize for being cute!”

you jump and nod, haechan signs and mumbles again

“i made you feel bad didn’t i? well,,,let me make it up to you and take you to lunch,,,”

you nearly drop your go-pro because 

holy shit haechan is asking me out on a date,,,,,,in a roundabout way but,,,,,it’s definitely an invite for a date

“sure-id love to!”

haechan tries to hide his grin

but when his manager catches him twirling the trophy around and whistling with a dreamy look in his eyes later that day

well 

it’s just obvious 

someones in love 

#this was so fun to write i love punk concepts thidfjsl #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct au #nct 127 #nct #give me punk like actual punk outfits or ill riot sm

[moonlightjeno]

welcome to the seven deadly sins. envy, wrath, pride, lust, gluttony, greed and sloth. the seven sins represented by demons and fallen angels. follow the story of each of the boys, as they follow destruction and the punishments of their sins. and remember a sin can’t be forgotten or washed away. once a sinner, always a sinner, at least that’s what the bible says.

note: elo !!! welcome to this new series !! i’m hella hella excited and thank you to everyone who participated in the voting !! i hope everyone enjoys this, lol. don’t expect lots of fluff. i feel like that’s the only warning, that and everyone should know this by now but lol there will be swearing. enjoy! also i do not want offend any religion!! especially catholic, i personally aren’t religious, but this series will deal with demons, fallen angels and the believe of false gods. 

sin : envy color : gold animal : serpent 

life had never been easy. especially when you’re an outcasted demon endured to slavery under the false gods. so when he finds an innocent human who seems to be in a very condition than him, well what else can he do but try to get them to change places with you? he is branded by the sin of envy after-all. 

𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘳  | 𝙛𝙞𝙘  

sin : wrath color : red animal : dragon

patience had never been his forte. never been something he wanted to improve himself. that is until the tattoo on his hand reminds him of the wrath he placed on the one love he had.  

𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯...

sin : pride color : purple animal : lion

fallen angels aren’t supposed to get happy endings. especially those who challenge the gods, and have their wings ripped from their back. fallen angels are above the human race. they don’t beg or protect and they most definitely don’t fall in love. 

𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯...

sin : gluttony color : orange animal : boar 

having everything and anything he wanted was something common to him. taking for his own benefit because he liked the power, thrived from the fear it gave to others never failed to make the demon smile. his power and loud mouth never questioned until a fallen angel lands in his realm and turns the sinner’s world around.   

𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯...

sin : lust color : navy animal : ram 

his beauty is a reminder of pain. a facade that drawls all day, every-night in the midst of moans and dark rooms. the use of one body against the other is the only thing he’s known, that is until the blue band that’s wrapped around his neck begins to disappear, and transfer to the body before him. 

𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯...

sin : greed color : green animal : fox 

there was a time when the world didn’t run on the green paper or material goods that brought out the worst in people. a time when the sin of greed, a half-demon mixing in the lives of humans for his own benefit didn’t exist. but it’s the 21st century and the world runs on green, at least most of it does. all except a small island where the green had been banned and only foxes remain. 

𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯...

sin : sloth/laziness color : sky blue animal : fox 

the sloth sin. sin that is thought to be the weakest. sin that reaps the rewards without crediting the workers. and that would have been true, if the boy who bore the mark didn’t dance every-night till the sun engulfed the world in flames. but maybe the boy was a sinner, during the day when he went back to his realm, and watched his brothers do the torture. but today was his turn, and he couldn’t wait for the sun to come down. at least that’s what he thinks.  

𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯...

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[omg-imagine]

⊱ Amor Vincit Omnia ⊰

Summary: It’s been five years since you last saw John Wick, a man you have loved and lost. One night, he shows up at your doorstep after being labeled excommunicado, and asks for your help. You knew the risks of getting involved but sometimes history can’t be easily forgotten.

Pairing: John Wick x Reader (f)

Words: 6k

Warnings: angst, alcohol, language, violence, slight NSFW, death

A/N: This is the longest one-shot I’ve ever written but I couldn’t help myself. I started this on a whim a few weeks ago, and I’m excited to finally share it with you all! Also, this is my first time writing for John Wick so please be gentle lol.

This is set during Parabellum but the timeline is a bit screwy here. Let’s just say, John couldn’t leave for Casablanca until the following morning and that’s why he goes to you. I hope you enjoy!

John Wick: excommunicado in effect 6:00 pm EST.

You stared at the message displayed on your phone in disbelief. “What the hell did you get yourself into, John?”

Turning off the screen, you stashed your cell back into your pocket. The rain outside grew heavier with each passing second, and you knew somewhere out there, John was running for his life.

Had it been for someone else, you would have easily taken up the $14 million open contract. Despite recent years, you were known to be as cunning and ruthless as the Baba Yaga himself.

Well, of course you were. John Wick was your mentor when the Russians forced you into this line of work. You used to be attached to the hip until you were able to carry out assignments by yourself.

However, during the time you had spent with John, you developed feelings for him but never said a word. For the longest time, you kept it a secret, and it was a secret you were willing to take to the grave.

But when John revealed that he wanted to get out, it gave you hope.

Could you and John have a future without any more bloodshed? Is it possible for two merciless assassins to have a normal life?

People like you didn’t deserve a happy ending, but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined what it would be like to have one.

But then he brought up Helen, and your world immediately came crashing down. John did whatever it took to have that normal life you’ve imagined— you’ve yearned— but shared it with Helen instead of you.

The day he completed his impossible task was the last time you saw each other. Sure, you’ve received his occasional letters and had even gotten his wedding invitation, but you decided not to give him the time of day.

The pain of heartbreak was unimaginable, almost unbearable. So, you coped the best way you could with work. If you weren’t fulfilling a contract, you were at home drinking as much booze as you can before passing out.

It was in no way how a person should live, but who was there to tell you no?

The sound of thunder brought you back to reality. You didn’t want to admit it, but even after all those years, you still loved John.

For what he’s been through, he deserved that happy ending you had always wanted to have.

You just wished that you were a part of it, too.

-x-

A half an hour later, a sudden pounding on your door interrupted your evening of self-pity. Ignoring it at first, you heard a familiar voice calling out your name. You were not expecting anyone, and no one else knew about this house.

Well, no one except for…

You approached the front door as the knocking became incessant. Behind the frosted glass, you could see the tall man’s figure standing outside.

Bending down, you reached for the .9mm hidden underneath a console in case of emergencies. Once you unlocked its safety, you then took a deep breath in and out before reaching for the doorknob.

The front door swung open, and immediately you held your handgun up. As John stepped out of the shadows, his face was illuminated by the porch lights.

You realized that this was the first time you’ve seen each other in over five years. You instantly knew why John chose to come to you despite being labeled excommunicado.

“You shouldn’t be here, John,” you warned as you aimed your gun directly at his head. One wrong move and you would kill him.

But could you?

“I—I need,” John couldn’t finish his sentence as a surge of pain overwhelmed him. “Damn it, I need your help.”

You noticed that he was bleeding profusely from his side, and he was barely able to keep himself up on his feet.

“Please…”

Your heart was torn. On one half, the cruel assassin in you wanted to end John’s life. You weren’t indebted to him, and he had caused you the greatest pain you could ever imagine.

If you killed John, you would be regarded as a legend for taking down the Boogeyman with one clean shot in the head. They would respect you, fear you just like they did for him.

This could be your revenge.

But the other half was the part who loved, the one who barely got to see the surface because you’ve spent most of your life keeping it down.

This part of your conscience reminded you of the love you had for John, even after he left for a chance at happiness.

It’s not his fault he fell for Helen and married her. You were too much of a coward to show how you truly felt. You lost your opportunity, and you’ve blamed yourself ever since.

You weighed your options. You knew what helping John would cost, and he knew what could happen to you if he overstays his welcome.

But you understood the severity of his situation at the moment, and it was your love for John slowly creeping itself back up again that caused you to sympathize with him.

You couldn’t let him die.

With a heavy sigh, you lowered your weapon and stepped out into the rain to help him inside. John has one arm slung behind your shoulders as you tried to balance him without aggravating his wound.

After setting him on the couch, you then told him to take off his shirt while you retrieved your first aid kit from the bathroom.

Returning to John who groaned in agony, you handed him an unopened bottle of Jack Daniel’s and quickly went to work.

The cut was deep but treatable. You twisted the cap of the hydrogen peroxide off and then looked up at John.

“This is going to sting,” you warned, and he gave you a short huff.

“I’ve gone through worse,” he replied, taking a swig of the whiskey into his mouth.

“We both have,” you agreed, not noticing how John kept his eyes on you until he spoke again.

“Helen died,” John said, and you paused.

He gestured for you to resume, and you continued. You cleaned up the cut and began preparing him for stitches. “I didn’t— John, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah,” he nodded. He recounted to you what has happened over the last several weeks, seemingly as a way to distract him from the sensation of you piercing a needle through his skin.

You listened to the pain he failed to mask in his voice. John’s happy ending was cut short, and the past he left behind came back to haunt him. You felt sorry for him, unsure of what to say.

But you knew he wasn’t asking for your pity. He was here because after Helen, you were the only one he had left to trust.

After stitching John’s wound closed and bandaging him up, you checked the time and saw that it was well-past six. You dropped the roll of gauze in your hand and took a step back.

The hunt had officially begun, and every assassin in the city was on the move.

Slowly, John stood up from the couch and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“You’ll be okay. No one followed me here, and I’m still sure no one knows about this place,” John assured as his touch brought you a little bit of comfort. You smiled sadly at him and handed him painkillers. “Hey, thank you.”

“Yeah, it’s no problem,” you responded with downcast eyes. “That’s what we used to do, right? Patch each other up after a job?”

“Just like old times,” John added almost nostalgically as you blinked the tears you didn’t know you had. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you swiftly denied. “It’s nothing. But what about you? What’s your plan?”

John only sighed. “Morocco. I’m going to find the Elder who can get me out of this mess. There’s a boat leaving at six in the morning, and I wanted to ask…”

“For a car?” You finished his sentence, and he nodded. “I’ll drive you. Until then, get some rest.”

“No,” he said with a shake of his head. “They might not know about me coming to you or this place, but I’m not waiting here until they find out.”

You watched as he staggered a couple of steps away, his fingers buttoning his shirt back on before reaching for his tie and blazer lying on the back of the couch.

He was in no condition to venture out while it’s storming outside, and he’s only one hit away from getting incapacitated. John needed to rest, even just for a few short hours.

As far as anyone else knew, this house didn’t exist. You had purchased this quaint little home of yours under an alias and kept it off the radar. It was well-secluded and far away from nosy neighbors and major roads. No one other than yourself and John has ever stepped foot inside.

“Listen to me,” you pleaded with him. “You came here for my help. So, let me do just that.”

You reached a hand up to rest on the side of his face. The scruff of his beard tickled the bare skin of your palm.

For the first time in five years, you were staring deep into his brown eyes. You saw the grief, the sadness, and the anger in them. You saw the man hurting from what was one tragedy after another.

Helen, Daisy, Marcus, his car, his house, his status, his freedom.

He’s lost everything and everyone.

Well, not everyone. John thought he had lost you the second he turned away, but despite your hatred for him leaving, you could never leave his side.

“Till the end, Jardani,” you spoke softly, using his birth name, which he hasn’t heard for the longest time. “I promised that I’d fight alongside you, and I’m not about to break that tonight.”

John silently leaned into your touch as you held him close, his left hand coming up to lay on top of your right.

Guilt began to set in when your eyes caught the glint of the silver wedding band on his finger, reminding you that he was a grieving widower.

You lowered the hand that was touching him and stepped back.

“You could have left, you know,” John added. “Do what I did. Settle down, live in the suburbs, enjoy the peace.”

You chuckled mirthlessly. “I would have, but after the great John Wick retired, there was no way in hell they were going to let me go, too.”

“You could have tried.”

Sighing, you then gave him a shrug. “Yeah, I could have. But at that point, I chose familiarity over a normal, picturesque life.”

“What about now? Would you change it?”

“I don’t think so,” you spoke honestly. “Violence has always been my normal. It’s all I’ve ever known. You can’t run away from this life.”

John looked at you with a sad gaze in his eyes. “Do you resent me for leaving?”

His voice cut like a knife, and you were afraid to glance up from the hardwood floors. The question came unexpectedly, and you were unsure of how to respond.

You felt him tilt your head up with his gentle hands, and you couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

“It’s complicated.”

“Enlighten me,” he replied. “I’ve heard you got tougher, angrier. You kill as if you were deceived and betrayed.”

You had no way out of this. You could lie, but he would instantly know even before you can finish your sentence. You could push him away and lock yourself in your room until morning, but you wanted to come clean.

How he would react, you couldn’t tell, and that’s what you’re scared of even if there was no point in being afraid now.

It was your chance to get some type of closure from John because after tomorrow, who knew whether or not you’d see each other again.

“Do you still love your wife?” You asked, taking John by surprise.

He studied you for a good moment or two, unable to read the expression you tried to hide. “Yes.”

“Then, you don’t need to know,” you said as you took another step back, creating more distance between you two. “You’re welcome to sleep in the guest bedroom. The bathroom has fresh towels in there already, and you can toss your clothes in the dryer if you want. We’ll leave at five. Goodnight.”

You didn’t wait to hear from him. You hurriedly went to your bedroom and shut the door closed behind you.

-x-

You tossed and turned in bed, hoping for sleep which never seemed to come easily at nights. Nightmares often plagued you, and you were afraid that if you did fall asleep now, you would see the frightening image of John dead.

It worried you that the most dangerous people in the world were all out to get him. He was fortunate that he had found shelter for the night, but at the cost of you getting involved.

A flash of lightning illuminated your dark and dismal room, followed by the roar of thunder. Sitting up in bed, you decided to head to the kitchen and get yourself a glass of water. Perhaps that would calm you down as the storm raged outside.

Padding softly to the cabinets, you grabbed a cup, and just when you were about to pour cold water from the dispenser, you turned around and reached for the bottle of bourbon on the counter. 

The liquor burned as it went down your throat, but three glasses later, you still felt nothing.

Deciding against a fourth glass, you then noticed the light seeping from underneath the door to the guest bedroom. You weren’t surprised that John was still awake. If you were in his situation, you would be too weary to rest, knowing that at any time, someone could kill you.

Walking back to your bedroom, you paused just before passing John’s room. As you internally debated on checking up on him, you heard him call out for you from inside.

Without a second thought, you pushed the door open, revealing John who sat on the edge of the bed, clad only in his boxer shorts and a clean white tee he must have found in the closet that was luckily his size. 

In his hands was a leather-bound book, only familiar to you and John.

“Can’t believe you still have this,” John stated as he flipped through the pages of the old book, which remained in a remarkable condition.

“Well, it’s the book we used when you taught me how to bind. I guess I kept it for sentimental reasons, like most things in this house,” you answered as you stepped further into the room.

John glanced at you and smiled.

“I miss seeing that,” you pointed out. “Your smile. It’s a rare thing to see coming from you.”

“You should have seen me at my wedding then,” he recalled fondly, though it unknowingly caused your heart to feel heavy.

You stayed quiet for a minute, and you were just about to go when John’s hand circled your wrist and pulled you to sit beside him. He rested his palm on your bare knee, and you saw that he had removed his ring for the evening.

“I’m sorry for not writing back. I had a lot of things going on at the time if you could imagine.”

“Like what?”

You placed a hand on top of John’s and squeezed. His eyes, though the length of hair slightly shielded them, bore into yours, softly pleading for you to let down your walls just like he did with you.

“John, I—” you tried, but the words wouldn’t come out.

It was the alcohol, you reasoned. You blamed the bourbon for clouding your judgment and allowing you to lose your self-control.

Because one second, you and John held each other’s gaze. Then the next, you turned your body slightly towards him and placed both of your hands on the sides of his face. His focus shifted down to your lips and then back up to your eyes. 

You realized that you were wrong, and you were very much sober for this.

John didn’t move, nor did he speak. So, you took it as a sign to go ahead. The moment your lips connected, it was as if you’d forgotten the heartache from throughout the years.

The kiss turned heavier, more frantic, and neither one of you dared to stop. Your fingers gripped John’s hair, pulling him closer.

This— being with John— made you feel alive again.

John broke the kiss when your hand traveled south to the waistband of his boxers. “We can’t do this.”

But his face said otherwise. You’ve known him for years, and you could tell the want in his eyes. John needed this just as much as you did. You both burned with deep desire, desperate to experience pleasure rather than pain.

“Please,” you muttered through his skin, your lips trailing up and down his neck. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

John didn’t say a word. He let your hands explore every inch of his skin as he kissed you fervently. A whine escaped your throat, and you managed to straddle his lap before grasping the edge of his shirt and removing it from his body.

His chest was littered with scars, both old and new. Without warning, John flipped you over and laid you on your back, pushing up the thin material of your top until it was gone, leaving you completely bare to him.

Fingers dipped inside your shorts, teasing you agonizingly as your body squirmed underneath him. It had been too long since another man has ever touched you, and John’s gentle caresses lit your skin up like fire.

You gasped for air when John softly bit the insides of your thighs. Your fingers tugged at his long hair, directing his head to where you needed it the most.

After pushing you over the edge with his hands and his tongue, not once but twice, John was ready to take you. You leaned up and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips as he inches closer to your core. You felt his hardness press up against you, and you looked up to his eyes once again.

“Are you sure that this is what you want?”

He was a man of very few words. Conveying his answer with a single nod, you understood that he craved to feel something good, too. John then rested his forehead against yours, pushing himself into you slowly with such ease.

John was the perfect lover, and you committed to memory everything about the moment— the way he tasted, how he felt inside of you, and the beauty that was simply him. His body was much in tune with yours as he helped you reach your peak.

But when it was all over, you immediately felt the guilt from earlier. Despite the blissful look on yours and John’s faces, you wondered if you had done the right thing. You thought you had taken advantage of a grieving man.

“You’re overthinking,” John said out loud when he finally caught his breath.

You sighed deeply, watching him as he stared up at the ceiling. “This was a mistake.”

John then turned on his side, facing you. Reaching up, you brushed a few strands of his hair away from his eyes before placing your hand on his chest. He grasped it into his, bringing it up to his lips and kissing each knuckle with care. “Why would you say that?”

“I was selfish,” you admitted. “I slept with you not only because I wanted to feel something, but also because I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

He raised his brow in confusion as you continued. “I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, so I have to get this off my chest now.”

“What is it?”

“I loved you, John. God, I still do. It hurt me so much that you were in love with someone, but it wasn’t right for me to stand in between you and your happiness.”

John opened his mouth to speak, but you didn’t let him.

“I was angry at you. I wanted to hate you, and I thought I did. The truth is, I was angry at myself. I didn’t say anything to you for years, so how should you have known? And now that you’re back here with me...” you trailed off.

You shed a tear, but John wiped it away using the edge of his thumb. He’s seen you vulnerable before, but never like this. “(Y/N)...”

“I’m not expecting you to feel the same way. You loved Helen and got out of the life for her. You lived the dream, even if it wasn’t forever. I just regret missing my chance to tell you all those years ago.”

John’s arms wrapped around you, and he pulled you flushed against his body. He laid a kiss on your forehead as you buried your face into the crook of his neck.

“I did love you,” he admitted, his voice rumbling through his chest. “But with what we do, love would have been too dangerous. People could have used it against us, and I wanted to keep you safe. We would have been each other’s weakness.”

“You don’t have to lie, John,” you scoffed, pushing yourself away from his embrace. “Just tell me that you saw a future with Helen and not with me.”

Before you could get out of bed, John held you in place by holding you back by your wrist. “Is that what you want me to say?”

You bit your lip, refusing to see his face. “Of course not.”

“Good,” he uttered as he coaxed you back into bed. “Because that’s not true.”

“Then why? You loved me, but you didn’t do anything about it.”

John sat up and kissed your shoulder blade which calmed you down. “Neither did you.”

You sighed in defeat, absorbing everything that has been said.

“Our lives made it difficult for us to be together. It just wasn’t the right time for us.”

You slowly moved your head slightly to the left, and you were met with his unwavering eyes. “When would the right time be?”

John released a sigh. “I don’t know.”

As your mind tried to wrap around his explanation, you laid back down on the mattress with John returning to your side. He held you in arms as you listened to the steady beating of his heart.

“I don’t regret what we have done,” he remarked. “I wanted this just as much as you did, okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered as your eyes grew heavy.

John could sense your exhaustion. “I’ll be here when you wake up, I promise.”

You trusted him, and eventually, you drifted off to sleep. Later on, you dreamed of John saying goodbye. You didn’t know why or for how long, and you didn’t want to let go.

But something in your heart told you that everything would be fine, and when he did leave, you strangely felt at peace.

Perhaps this was the closure you needed.

You didn’t know what to make of your dream, and you were afraid of what it could mean. You didn’t want to lose John again, but sooner or later, it would happen.

But for tonight, you were his, and that was enough.

-x-

When you and John woke up entangled in bed the following morning, neither of you said a word. Instead, both of your lips found each other yet again. Somehow, this kiss felt different than the ones you shared last night. It was still as passionate as before, but it seemed to have a different meaning behind it.

Why does it feel like a goodbye?

You pulled away before things could go any further. You didn’t want John to miss his boat, and the two of you needed to get ready for what might happen today. 

After one last kiss, you got out of bed and picked up your discarded sleepwear from the cold ground. Meanwhile, John reached over the nightstand and grabbed his ring.

You watched as he held it in his palm for a second before closing his fist around it. John glanced up at you and gave you a forlorn look. You then flashed him a sad smile before retreating to your room to shower.

When you returned to the living room, John was already dressed in his dark suit. Sauntering over to him, you then handed him a revolver to use as protection for wherever he was heading.

“This belonged to you,” you had said. “I’m also giving you guns from my stash that you can take.”

“Thanks.”

His hand came up to accept the revolver, and suddenly, your heart clenched. John’s wedding ring was back on his finger where it belonged.

The ride to the port took almost 45 minutes. At nearly every light, John took note of the cars in front and behind you. So far, nothing stood out, and the coast was clear. You continued to drive just a little bit above the speed limit as you too surveyed your surroundings.

“Turn down here,” you followed John’s direction, and from a distance, you could see the water. “Park by that building, and I’ll walk the rest of the way.”

And that would be it. John would be gone, and you would return to your sense of normality. The road taking you behind the harbor soon ended, and you found yourself putting the car on park before shutting off the engine.

He only had fifteen minutes until he needed to get on, and for some reason, you were grateful that he hasn’t gotten out of the vehicle yet.

“I could go with you,” you suggested as your eyes scanned his features. “I could help.”

“You need to run,” John countered, much to your disappointment. “I am grateful for your help, but the High Table will make an example out of you if they find out what you did.”

“I told you, I’m as good as dead already,” you brushed his warning off.

You knew damn well what the consequences were. There was no way you were safe staying in New York or any other place for that matter. You would have to live on with a constant target on your back, and that was one thing you didn’t want.

“I’d rather die beside you than alone. Please, John. Let me help.”

The silence after was deafening until the sound of gunfire erupted, and the glass windows of your car shattered.

An ambush.

John quickly reached over to the back seat and opened the gun case, pulling out the assault rifle you had packed for him. Meanwhile, you got your gun locked and loaded, glancing up at John and waiting for his cue.

“On three,” John spoke, and after three, you two pushed the car doors open and headed towards a large shipping container for cover.

You couldn’t see the assailants, but bullets hailed as you made your way over to safety. Something grazed the side of your arm, but John just pushed you along until you were able to shield yourselves.

“I’m good,” you assured John as he tried to count how many men were trailing behind. You saw the expression on his face, and it wasn’t good. “We’re screwed, aren’t we?”

“You could say that,” he answered, his mind trying to devise a plan. John only had ten minutes left until the ship leaves, with or without him.

“John,” you whispered his name with so much love and tenderness, it worried him. “It’s over.”

“No, not for us,” John trembled.

“Not for us,” you repeated his words before correcting them. “Not for you.”

John was confused by your statement. “What do you mean?”

You smiled sadly. You love John too much, and you were willing to do anything for him.

Even if it meant losing your life.

“You and I both know how much I hate this life. How much I hate the monster they made me turn out to be. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life running away because I helped you escape. I’ll buy you time while you get on that ship.”

“(Y/N), I’m not letting you do this,” his hand came to grasp you by your wrist, hoping that you would rethink this deadly idea of yours. “It won’t end well.”

“When does it ever?” You retorted as another bullet flew past. “Death is inevitable. You and I both know that. I want to die knowing that I protected you. Even after everything, you’re still the most important person to me.”

“Don’t,” he pleaded. “We can figure a way to get out of this alive.”

“There’s not much time,” you told him. “You have to live on. Live on for Helen, your love.”

You didn’t want to waste another second, and as John seemed to accept your fateful decision, you had run behind another shipping container, all the while shooting at least four men dead.

The distraction worked, and it gave John the chance to climb up a nearby ladder and escape.

At least six others were waiting for you to make a move. As you reload your weapon, you heard a heavy set of footsteps making its way around the container. You pulled out your knife from your boot, but before you could attack, a shot was fired.

The man sneaking up on you from behind was instantly killed, his body dropping onto the ground with a thud. You then looked up from where the bullet came from and saw John covering you from above.

“Get up here, (Y/N),” he shouted as he fired at another person. “I’m not leaving you behind. Not again.”

John did the best he could, killing those who he had a clear shot of while you sprinted towards another ladder.

As you climbed up, you were hit from behind, but the bulletproof vest you had underneath your clothes saved you. It hurt like hell, and you held onto the ladder with a tight grip before John appeared to pull you the rest of the way up.

Staying low, you and John swiftly navigated through the port and found the boat set to leave for Morocco in less than a minute.

“Jardani,” a man with a thick accented greeted as you approached the ramp leading to the ship’s entrance. “I didn’t know you would bring company.”

“She’s coming with me,” John informed him as you waited for the shooters to show up.

The man shook his head and chuckled lowly. “No can do, Mr. Wick. The Director has arranged a safe passage to Casablanca for you only. Either you board alone, or I go. If you decide to shoot me, let’s just say there will be consequences when you arrive in Morocco.”

The captain eyed you sternly before returning to the vessel. The ship’s blow horn sounded, yet John’s footing remained still.

You turned to him, hearing shouting and running nearby. “They’re coming, John. I can hold them up for a bit, but you have to go. Don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”

“I’m not going to leave you,” he said, and you noticed him clutching tightly onto your hand. “I can’t lose you, too.”

You shut your eyes for a moment and leaned up to him, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. John tilted his head down and kissed the top of your head, breathing in your scent for what could be the last time.

“I love you, John. Everything’s going to be okay.”

And with that, you darted down the wooden docks and ran into the hitmen. From the corner of your eye, you saw the ship beginning to move forward, and you breathed out a sigh in relief.

“I knew you would help him out. You two were oddly close,” One of them sneered, pointing a gun at you. You recognized him— he was a regular at the Continental. “I’ll make you an offer. Didn’t you hear the bounty was increased? $15 million! I’ll split the money if you help me.”

You pulled your gun out and aimed it at his head. You weren’t intimidated by the other armed assassins around you, ready to kill.

“So, tell me, sweetheart. Where is John Wick headed to?”

“He’ll be back,” you replied with a smirk. “And Baba Yaga will come after you when he does.”

“I had a feeling you wouldn’t give him up that easily,” the hitman snickered, wholly unimpressed by your answer. “It’s unfortunate that John won’t be around to see this.”

The trigger was pulled, and the gun fired. The bullet pierced your body, and for a split second, you felt a searing pain in your abdomen. You fell to the ground in an instant, surrounded by a pool of your blood as the world became darker and colder.

Your eyes eventually fluttered shut, and the last thing you thought of was John.

In an instant, the warm memories flooded you. All the pain disappeared and was replaced with something much more beautiful.

You didn’t get a happy ending, but you found the next closest thing there is.

Peace.

-x-

A single gunshot echoed from the harbor, and John knew very well what it meant. Defeatedly, he slid down to the floor, his back resting against the wall of the ship as the New York skyline slowly grew farther and farther away.

He knew how much you would risk to help him from the moment he knocked on your door. Regretfully, John shouldn’t have dragged you into this. You didn’t deserve to die.

Not for him.

You paid the ultimate price because you loved him, even after all those years. You had thought you hated him for abandoning you, for not reciprocating the feelings you had for him, and for living the life you wanted to share with him.

But despite the hatred you wanted to have towards him, you continued to love John.

And you couldn’t bear to see him die.

John held the revolver you had given him before you left that morning. It was a colt python, and he recognized it as the very same one he gifted to you on the first birthday you spent with him.

I guess I kept it for sentimental reasons, like most things in this house...

You had only fired the gun once, and it was during a situation where it saved his life. He could never forget the moment he realized that he could depend on you with his life, which was a rarity in this world.

There was something etched onto the grip that caught his attention. He recognized the Latin inscription as one of your favorite sayings.

Amor Vincit Omnia

“Love conquers all,” John translated, and it was true.

You believed in it, so it had to be true.

His mind then drifted off to the previous night. You were right— you two were hurt and craved to feel anything other than pain.

And it was only after did he realized the suffering you had gone through. The light in your eyes had sizzled out, and you had become the shell of the person he once knew. You had spent all these years hoping that somehow he would love you back.

And he did. He meant what he said that night.

John loved you. You were the only part of his past that he couldn’t let go. But he also loved Helen.

He wished circumstances were different, but they just couldn’t be.

Because if there’s one thing John believed in, it would be that people can’t change the past.

No matter how hard anyone tried.

The least John could do now was to make sure that your death was not in vain. You told him to keep fighting to live on the memory of his love, and he made a vow to honor your final request.

He would live on for Helen.

But most importantly, for you.

#john wick x reader #john wick imagine #john wick fanfic #john wick x you #john wick oneshot #john wick #reader insert #my fics

[purplesurveys]

1142

survey by tickticktmr

Do you have a digital camera? What color is it? No, haven’t held one in years. The last digital camera we had was a bit of a magenta shade; it actually belonged to my sister but I borrowed it occasionally.

Did you like the movie Juno? It was ok, though to be honest I’ve mostly forgotten what it’s about. I remember fairly liking it but it’s not the type of movie or genre I’d rewatch.

Name something you think is way over-rated: Big Macs, which I’ve never found tasty.

Do you remember your first friend? Yes, it was a girl named Kaye that I sat with in preschool. She didn’t stay too long in my school, so I haven’t been able to reconnect.

Would you rather live with your mom, dad, a friend or on your own? On my own.

Name something your pet(s) like: Walks.

Do you listen to country music? No, I don’t.

What does the color white remind you of? Peace, serenity, doves, minimalist homes.

What show/movie/song makes you cry every time? Show: From Brooklyn Nine-Nine - either the episode where Rosa Diaz comes out as bisexual or the episode where Terry gets racially profiled.

Movie: La vita e bella.

Song: There isn’t one song that makes me cry 100% of the time, but I suppose Why We Ever by Hayley Williams had this effect on me for a time.

What was your last fight about? I spilled a drop of our dinner’s soup on the dinner table last Thursday and my mom did a sufficient job making me feel incompetent and a dumbass about it, so I was hurt by it and didn’t speak a word for the rest of the evening. Not really a fight, but y’know.

Do you text a lot? I used to not but anymore. I usually get prepaid for LTE now, not to have credits for texts.

Have you ever been screamed at by a teacher? Many times. A number of them didn’t like me for whatever reason...

Do you smile or scowl more? I definitely try to smile more, but idk for sure if that’s what I do more frequently.

Obama or Bush? Idk, maybe Obama? Considering we were colonized by the US at one point and imperialism remains to linger in my country, I generally don’t take kindly to any US president, though.

Batman or Superman? I don’t like comic books.

Are you excited about Blink 182 getting back together? I don’t follow the band so I’m not sure how recent or relevant this news is, but  generally speaking I don’t remember ever being stoked for a Blink-182 comeback in particular.

Would you rather be a teacher, a stripper or a hairdresser? I’d go with teacher, and preferably of history, so that I at least can have an hour or so to talk about my passion with other people lol.

The last person you spoke to: how many times have they made you cry? Just once.

What's your favorite kind of gum? The classic bubblegum flavor is fine with me.

Have you ever failed a class in school? Just exams, but never altogether an entire class that required me to retake.

Are you even in school? No, not anymore.

Are you taller then your best friend? No haha, I’m slightly tinier than both of them.

Are you scared of spiders? I’d be scared probably of the larger kinds, but all we get here are the super small spiders so this isn’t an issue for me for the most part.

You can't eat anything ever again except for jello or apples: which one? Probably apples. I cannot stand the texture of jelly/Jell-O, and I guess I can move past my dislike of fruits for this situation since apple is kinda decent anyway.

Have you ever cheated on anyone? No, never man.

If you answered yes to the last question, do they know about it?

Do you paint your nails often? I never do and I never have them done either.

Mascara or lipgloss? Er lipgloss I guess, since I literally don’t care how my eyelashes look.

Who’s the last person you called? I think it had been Denise, a co-worker. 

Describe the last person who sent you a text: It was just the delivery guy who brought Ysa’s gift to my place, so I don’t know enough about him to be able to give a sufficient description.

Do you ever watch TV shows or movies on YouTube? No, because for the most part they would be high- or low-pitched, in a tiny screen, sped up, zoomed in, or altogether fake. I also don’t understand why buying movies individually on YouTube is still a thing when Netflix exists for literally cheaper.

Myspace or facebook? Uh Facebook, I guess.

How old were you when you lost your first tooth? I was around 5 or 6, I think.

Have you ever embarassed yourself in front of someone you like? Yeah. But when I started dating them, fucking up in front of them became less embarrassing, of course.

Describe your hair right now: Wet and slightly dripping since I just stepped out of the shower.

Do you like it when it rains? Yes, it’s my favorite weather.

Does anyone miss you right now? I hope my friends do...but I can’t say for sure.

How many funerals have you been to? None. Just wakes.

Where's your favorite place to hang out? Depends on the vibe I’m feeling for the day and the company I’ve got.

Have you ever laughed so hard you peed in your pants? Oh gee, never.

Do you like video games? What's your favorite one? I was raised around video games and so much of my childhood was watching my kuya, dad, and a number of my uncles completing games, so I definitely hold a big appreciation and fondness for them. I never inherited any skills of my own though lmao, so I mostly watch walkthroughs; and the only video games I’ve ever met considerable progress on are Nintendo games marketed for all audiences HAHAHA.

Have you ever worn something your parents wouldn't approve of? Yeah I’ve gotten chided by my mom a handful of times, telling me to cover up with a jacket or something. But her reasoning was always men, so I’m usually able to defend myself and say that that’s not my problem and that’s something fucking men have to deal with themselves. We both know I’m right so she ends up begrudgingly letting me go out with whatever outfit I choose on that given day.

Where are your sibling(s)? They are in their respective bedrooms.

When's the last time a friend got dumped/dumped someone? September. That friend was Gabie and the dumpee was me hahahah, does that count?

Do you celebrate Valentine's day? If I have a significant other, yeah. I like keeping our activities lowkey though because from all my past experiences, malls and restaurants tend to get fully booked on February 14 and it ends up being more of a (very crowded) hassle than a celebration.

Do you celebrate Christmas? Yep.

Does it snow where you live? Never.

Have you ever wanted a pet unicorn? I never did, actually.

Would you like to work to earn money, or simply have money given to you? The latter is obviously the ideal situation, but I recognize the importance of hard work too and constantly working on my skills.

If you could be on any game show, what one would it be? Jeopardy or Family Feud.

Do you know anyone whose famous? Yes, at least locally.

Do you read those gossip magazines? I used to, lol those were my guilty pleasures back then. I still keep up with celebrity updates, but I’ve moved to social media now. I also filter which publications I consume and avoid the tabloid-y ones like Daily Mail.

Summer or winter? I’d go with winter so that I can actually experience it for once.

What do you hear right now? I’m watching an archived Facebook livestream of a senior citizen who had held a virtual piano concert to raise funds to afford his maintenance medicine. The media ate it up like crazy and it’s since gone viral, so I was able to I read about him earlier tonight. He reminds me so much of my late grandpa so I quickly searched for the finished concert on Facebook and now I have it on :)

When's the last time you saw a cousin? Around two weeks ago.

Where were you the last time you left your house? I can’t remember exactly. I think I went to Feliz...OH OK I remember now - I originally went to the nearby SM to handle an LBC delivery for work, and to stay at Starbucks for a few hours also to work. After that I went to their vape stall to buy new pods but they didn’t have any for the vape brand I use, so I went to Feliz as well to try my chances there. They ended up having a few flavors but not what I usually get, so I decided to try a new one - grape lol.

Describe the room you are in: Dark, filled with the lovely sounds of piano music, and the faint smell coming from my scented candle. Overall, light and peaceful.

What shoes did you wear today? I wore my Onitsukas when I walked Cooper this morning.

#survey #surveys

[piccolosniccolo]

Decepticon Wind Ensemble AU Expansion

Part 2 of 2. Characterizations of the Decepticons if they were in a High School Wind Symphony.

C o l l e g e. It’s great! But so time consuming lol. I had planned to get this done in August, but I had forgotten what school is like. So anyway, here’s part two!    

Trumpet

Blitzwing: In marching band, he’s the section leader who will make you do fifty pushups for every minute you show up late. In wind ensemble, he’s the quiet guy who silently judges his section for not practicing. In jazz band, he’s bat shit insane.

Ratbat:  The most arrogant member of the program. He has the confidence to back his skills, but he does not understand that dynamics other than ‘blastissimo’ exist.

Dragstrip: Started the tradition where the trumpets in the program will attempt to sacrifice a clarinet before a contest. Barricade is the primary target.

Wildrider: Hosted an after-performance party at the local McDonalds. He is now banned from the local McDonalds.

Motormaster: He once tripped on a Tuba in the stadium when he was trying to cut in line. This created a domino effect in the trumpet and trombone sections. It is said that Megatron switched from double shot to triple shot energy drinks on that day.

Brawl: Will miss his step-offs 95% of the time.

Bonecrusher: He can only play one scale. He can read music and he has the practice sheets, yet he can only play one scale. His auditions take twenty minutes.

French Horn  

Octane: Will fight you if he catches you saying that Mellophones and French Horns are the same thing. No one will save you.

Flywheels: The only pieces of music he likes to play are chorals. Sure, he says he practices other tunes, but you that he’s lying.

Ramjet: He only listens to music by The Beatles. Their CDs are on 24/7.  He can play the French Horn solo in “For No One.” He always asks Megatron if they can play their music in the stands.

Waspinator: The only reason why he chose to play French Horn was because he thought it looked cool.

Mixmaster: Does Tik Tok dances during marching rehearsal. The scary part is that he’s gotten others to join him.

Trombone

Scourge: Cried tears of happiness when DCI decided to accept trombones into the sport. This is all he practices for now.

Scorponok: His purpose in life: to add a trombone mouthpiece onto whatever instrument he can get ahold of. He then attempts to play this new instrument during rehearsal. Chaos ensues.

Rumble: Organized the trombone section to go to Sonic during rehearsal to get milkshakes. When Megatron noticed, it was too late. They were already running into the sunset.

Frenzy: His goal is to reenact every vine with a trombone. He cannot be stopped.  

Reflector: He accidently threw his slide from the stands into the football field and knocked a football player out. The entire stadium was silent for ten seconds. He is no longer allowed to attend football games.

Bass Trombone

Overlord: Feels as if it is his responsibility to say the lewdest comments during rehearsal. He does this to get Megatron’s attention, but Megatron is particularly good at ignoring him. The other remembers of low brass? Not so much…

Euphoniums

Nickel: The only one keeping the euphoniums from descending into further chaos.

Clobber: Plays Animal Crossing during rehearsal. It’s a blessing from Primus that there has not been a collision on the marching field… yet.

Vortex: Always has the tendency to be flat. He never fixes this before rehearsal even though he’s been told to do so 20 million times.

Blast Off: Always has the tendency to be sharp. He never fixes this before rehearsal even though he’s been told to do so 20 million times.

Tubas

Crankcase: All of his friends are in band so he can’t leave.

Strika: The captain of loading crew. She makes sure the percussion equipment is loaded into the truck properly, and she makes sure the freshman put their stuff in the right place. She is not responsible for anyone getting run over.  

Breakdown: He once had a marimba fall on him. That was not a good day.  

Longhaul: After every rehearsal, he’ll play the first few measures of the Veggie Tales theme song. He’ll do this for five minutes.  

Onslaught: Responsible for getting “Vehicle” taken out of the stand tune rotation. He’s on thin ice with “Hey Baby.” The band has agreed to fight him if that happens.

Piano

Kaon: He has perfect pitch. He’s an auditory learning god. If you think you’re good, listening to him play makes you lose your faith in pursuing music as a career.

Harp

Nova Storm: You’ll find her in orchestra more often than you’ll find her in band. The only reason she’s there is because she’s working on applications for music conservatory and needs the practice.

String Bass

Shadow Striker: Like Nova Storm, you’ll find her in orchestra more often than you’ll find her in band. However, she’s an honorary member of percussion, so you can find her in the back room with them.

Drum Kit

Tesarus: The only person in the program who yells more than Starscream. This is because he has lost hearing due to his tendency to forget to wear earplugs. He also has his own band. They have rehearsal in his garage.  

Percussion

Sixshot: The king of multitasking. He can play the marimba with six mallets, and he is the tenor drum in drumline. He’s currently learning how to play piano and string bass

Quake: Always has first dibs on playing the snare drum. He will sabotage any attempt to take it from him.

Helex: Always takes the Timpani. He just wants the big solo moments.

Ion Storm: Vapes in the percussion back room. Accidently caused the fire alarm to go off during rehearsal. No one followed fire drill procedures.

Dirt Boss: The first to enter the percussion back room and the last to leave. What crimes does he commit? Sorry, but you’re not allowed to know that.

Crumplezone: Wrote “Elongated Muskrat” on the white board. Then he surrounded it with the cowboy hat emoji. Is it a death threat? A cry for help? A sign of the rapture? No one knows.

Jhiaxus: You never know what he’ll be doing next. From chimes to the gong to the cymbals to the Bongo drum, you’ll never expect what choices he’ll make.

Ransack: Purposefully reenacted the “Star Spangled Banner Cymbal Fail.” He is no longer allowed to play the cymbals.

Choir

Cyclonus: You might see him in the band hall. You might see him hanging out with band kids. You may even see him at football games and concerts. Don’t be mistaken, though. He is not in band.

#transformers #Wind Ensemble AU #blitzwing #overlord tf #cyclonus #sixshot #shadow striker #tesarus #helex #kaon #scorponok #transformers cyberverse #transformers cybertron #more than meets the eye

[bubblegumstardust]

i havent bombarded you with questions in a long ass time so here i am (feel free to skip some if its too much): 1, 3, 4, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 (i know you probably won’t even have to google), 16, 17, 18, 24, 27, 29, 33, 36, 41, 47, 51, 58, 59, 61, 66, 71, 74, 75, 76, 79, 80, 90, 95 and finally 100🥰🥰

Dear God Chelle 😂😂💕💕

So sorry this is so long but I can't do read more on mobile

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

I try to have more cereal generally but I just chuck milk in randomly and if it ends up being more then it ends up being more 🤷‍♀️

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

I generally just use an actual bookmark, but some things I've used in a pinch are: receipts, a pen, sunglasses, some mail, another book, debit card, a hairband, my purse

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

I don't drink coffee and I just have a teaspoon or 2 of sugar in my tea

7: do you name your plants?

Yep, I have 2 in my room called Ellie and Nyah. I even named their pots because they're cute and shaped like a sheep and a hippo! The pots are called Pippa and Mimi and they're girlfriends

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

Generally writing I guess. I do a lot of painting/drawing too but that's less feeling expression and more just fun.

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?

Yep, and I'm probably very annoying to share space with because I do it a lot

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

On my side and I have to switch like every 10 minutes when I'm trying to sleep or I get uncomfortable

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

Literally cannot think off the top of my head. @wonderfilledness, remind me please. Also Chelle tell me any of ours I might have forgotten.

12: what’s your favorite planet?

In our solar system, Pluto because fuck science, it's a planet! Other than that there's a planet I can't remember the name of that, because of rotation speeds, always has the same side facing the sun so like most of the planet is uninhabitable except a thin strip on either side between the two

13: what’s something that made you smile today?

The pup. Also I was helping my mum make masks and I completely fucked up and it was really funny

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

Ngl it would be a mess. Also probably covered in books and art stuff and it'd probably be light and airy with lots of plants and cute pastel colours

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

Oh where to begin! Okay so for one NASA had to design a special pen for use in space because due to the lack of gravity, normal pens don't work. Any liquid in space will form itself into a sphere due to surface tension. Sunsets on Mars are blue. There's a planet where it's constantly raining glass sideways because wind speeds are so high. There's a (I think) dwarf planet in our solar system that they nicknamed The Goblin. Planet 9 is something we can observe exists but no one can find it and it might not be a planet at all. It could be a black hole or something. The moon is slowly drifting away. I'm gonna stop here but I could go on for ages.

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?

Fucken love a good spaghetti bolognese

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?

Kinda want it pastel pink or purple again but also really wanna dye it like a deep turquoise colour

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

Excuse me how dare you assume I've done anything dumb! Tbh I definitely have but again my memory is really bad for stuff like this so I'm gonna turn to @wonderfilledness and @mooncloudsea for this again

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

Tbh, you Chelle. Also I'd definitely trust Alice with them but it's somehow easier to tell you because admiting stuff face to face is horrible and I can only talk to you online really

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?

I don't like gum

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

Everything all you guys do is cute 😘💕

33: what’s your fave pastry?

C r o i s s a n t s

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?

Hmmm. I don't know what my mood is right now so like idk?

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?

I mean I'm pretty sure the last book I actually read was Aurora Burning so I gotta say that

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

Well there's plenty of foods I don't like but I'm not sure I'd ban any of them because there's always people who do like them.

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

Okay it makes no sense but I always think of Alice when I here B0$$ by Fifth Harmony because it's one of the songs we always end up screaming along to in the car

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?

I feel like Alice is a vodka aunt and maybe I'm the wine mum?

59: what’s your favorite myth?

Idk actually. I quite like the echo myth though

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

Honestly I have no idea 😂

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

Small little delicate one with lots of small cute flowers like daisies and other pink white and purple ones. Also it would be full of forget me nots because they're my favourite flowers.

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?

Peppermint all the way

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

They have short brown hair and give some of the best hugs. They're a couple inches taller than me and will not let me forget it. They also steal all my old clothes and would probably steal my dog if given the chance. They need to learn to fucken drive already and it's been too long since I last saw them

75: tell us about your pets!

He babey. He also a little shit but I adore him

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

So many things. Probably most importantly, applying for uni

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

Lol no one likes me enough to do something cute for me

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

Light purple. I chose it when we first moved here but painted it even lighter a couple years in

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.

I'm generally not the biggest fan of cities but I actually really loved living in Nottingham. It was super developed and you had like everything you could need and want there but also really kept its historic feel and it never felt so overcrowded like places like London do and idk, it was just a really nice place to live

95: what are your plans for this weekend?

I don't really have any in particular. Probably do some more art and writing and stuff but idk really

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

I usually pick future no question but like I'm a little concerned as to what such a near future will actually look like. Maybe the past so I can redo some stuff and make a few better life decisions and get help for my mental health sooner and also maybe find a way to do something to prevent some of the awful things happening right now

#people talk to me

[rafyki]

I was tagged by @gisan, thank you!! And sorry if it took me a few days! <3

Your favourite album: I don’t really have a favourite album?? Every album by All Time Low is one of my favourite album ever lol 

Your favourite song at the moment: mhhh, I don’t know? Definitely one of the songs on Wake Up Sunshine by All Time Low - probably Glitter & Crimson? Or literally every other song on the album lmao But special mention to Stronger by Clean Bandit which is a song I’m listening a lot to lately and I really love, and it really speaks to me

Most listened to artists: I think you may have guessed it by now, but All Time Low is definitely my most listened to artist, and then I listen a lot to a bunch of other artits, like Hands Like Houses, The Classic Crime, One ok rock, UVERworld, Dragonforce, and boh a lot of others

An album that’s important to you: Nothing Personal by All Time Low (their first album I fell in love with)

Songs that are important to you: mhh, I don’t know?? There are a lot tbh but right now I can’t really think of any specific... it changes, depending on the period and how I feel, like there are some songs that really speaks to me - like, most ATL songs (not even gonna name them, bc it would be a neverending list), but also a lot of songs from Hands Like Houses’ first album (Lion Skin in particular makes me feel a lot), and oh! omg how could I forget, two songs really really important to me are No Parallels (by hands like houses) and Who Needs Air (by the classic crime), they just...I listen to them and I feel like I’m understood? I do’t know, they speak to me on a very personal and deep level

What makes you like a song: mh, I don’t know? lol the singer’s voice is the first thing i notice, and for sure if i dont like the voice the chances that i’ll like the song are... basically non-existent

Your favourite instrument to hear in a song: mhh, I’d say the bass!! But also piano, violins

A song from my childhood: I’m stealing gisan’s answer and say 50 Special by Lunapop (an italian group), because yeah! That’s one very important song from my childhood! But also, all the cartoon songs that I still to this day remember and sing a lot lol

A song to dance to: I can dance to everything if i’m in the mood, tbh lol but, mh, I’d say literally every song by Cobra Starship is a great song to dance to

A song you love lyrically: uh, now this is another neverending list lol surely the songs i’ve already mentioned are songs I love lyrically, and I don’t think at this point i need to say that I love lyrically also most of ATL songs lol So i’m gonna say Antarctica, and Don’t Look Now I’m Being Followed, Act Normal by Hands Like Houses 

And I’m sure I’ve forgotten some very important band for me but... oh well lol

And I’m tagging! @die-einzelganger, @lhaewiel, @valaid,  @derpycrin, and mhhh just whever else wants to do it!!

#tag game

[eldritchsurveys]

911.

5k Survey XXXIV

1751. Do you think that it is okay for a homosexual or a woman to become a priest? >> Of course. I’m sure some sects think they’re justified in barring certain kinds of people from being priests, but I think it’s kind of fucked up to deny someone that kind of religious stature based on nothing but some arbitrary fact of birth or design. 1752. Which would you rather give up forever, religion or sex? >> Why can’t you love god in your bed? said Steve Vai and he was fucking right, god dammit. Give me both at the same time. 1753. What comes to mind when you think of these places: Canada? Moose. UK? Those red double-decker buses. I’ve seen way too many pictures of London and not enough of the rest of the UK. USA? The White House. Australia? The movie The Nightingale. Germany? Beer. Italy? The canals in Venice. 1754. What does your favorite bumper sticker say? >> Oh fuck, I’ve forgotten! I saw one a while ago that just slayed me but I’ve forgotten what it said by now. Unfortunate. 1755. Have you ever taken a shower with another person? >> Yes.

1756. What bath toys do you have, if any? >> I don’t have any bath toys. 1757. Would you rather propose to someone you love or would you rather be proposed to by someone you love? >> Does it matter? 1758. How can you reject someone nicely? >> By being tactfully honest about the fact that you’re not interested in what they’re offering.

1759. What kinds of diary names make you interested enough to check out the diary? >> --- 1760. What do you think are three common passwords people use to secure their diaries? >> --- 1761. Pick an object in the room. Give that object a name. >> I’m cheating and picking a plushie. Its name is Marshmellow and it’s a white dog with pink accents. 1762. What is the quickest way to make you blush? >> --- 1763. Do you usually feel that you deserve it when other people compliment you? >> I don’t always feel like I deserve it, but I try to accept it gracefully anyway. It’s a kind gesture to give a compliment and I'd hate to alienate the giver by denying it. 1764. If you were to start your own business what kind of business do you think it might be? >> I don’t want to do that. 1765. What is one of your pet peeves? >> When I’m taking a walk and have to dodge into the fucking street to avoid lawn sprinklers. 1766. What question do you get asked too frequently? >> I used to get asked constantly if my septum ring hurt. Luckily I haven’t heard that question in a while.

1767. You notice a ring is priced $40.00, but the cashier only charges you $10.00. Do you mention this to the cashier? >> Yeah. Back in the day, I wouldn’t have, because an extra $30 in my pocket would have been beyond lucky. But I don’t have to worry about that so much anymore, so I can indulge the luxury of uprightness. 1768. Could a kiss on the ___ be considered cheating? Cheek?  Lips? Nose? Hand? Ear? Neck? 1769. Would it bother you if your lover occasionally flirted with others? >> Of course not. That person’d better flirt back too, she’s a catch.  1770. How long has it been since you last played truth or dare? >> I don’t play that. 1771. Should people who are living now be obligated to do things that will make the world better for people who will live 100 years from now? >> I don’t know. I mean, we’re struggling trying to make the world better for ourselves, let alone hypothetical people who don’t even exist yet. 1772. Imagine you have a dream in which someone you care for acts mean to you. Is it possible you will still be angry with this person when you wake up? >> I know it’s possible for some people because I’ve heard this kind of story before. It’s not possible for me, I don’t think of the people in my dreams as actual avatars of real-life people. Dream folks are just wearing faces they’ve pulled from my memory. 1773. Have you ever left someone a note with a picture in it? If yes, how do you do it? >> Er, no, I don’t think so. 1774. What do you fear more, death or pain? >> Pain, definitely pain. When I think of the various things I fear about death, they all come down to being afraid of some kind of pain (physical, mental, psychic). 1775. Are the questions still interesting this far into the survey? >> Some of them are, like the previous one. And then there are whole sections that have just annoyed me, lol. 1776. Do you like the cartoon Inspector Gadget? >> I��ve never seen it. 1777. You know how Gadget wears the same outfit all the time, and his closet is full of outfits that are exactly identical to the one he wears? If your closet was full of just one outfit that you had to wear everyday what would it be like? >> Sweatpants (or shorts, in summer) and a band t-shirt. And a hoodie, in chilly weather. 1778. Would you rather time travel to the future or the past? >> No. 1779. Would you rather know how the world began or how it will end? >> I think we’ve learned a lot about how the world began, right? Or at the very least, we have sound theories about it. Now, how the universe began... that’s the kind of shit I’m into. 1780. Would you rather meet your ancient ancestors or your great great great great great great grandchildren? >> --- 1781. Out of these 4 which is most important (1=most, 2= second most, 3 = 3rd most, 4 = least)? Curing diseases such as aids, cancer:  Preserving wildlife areas:  Ending terrorism:  Building colonies in space: 1782. In your opinion should every child be entitled to a good education? >> Sure. I mean, why not, right? 1783. What news item are you tired of hearing about? >> The presidential election. 1784. Speaking of 9/11 the anniversary is coming up. What will you be doing? >> Nothing. It doesn’t mean anything to me, I wasn’t there and neither was anyone I know. 1785. If this were a recipe for you, how would it go? >> --- 1786. Which of the following would YOU be more likely to survive: A fall from a 3 story building Driving a car into the water >> A fall from a 3-storey building. I can’t swim, so I’m definitely not surviving the second one. 1787. What philosophy was manifested in the communist manifesto? >> Was it not Communism? Or is that not a philosophy, per se... hmm. 1788. Who is your exact opposite? >> No one is my exact opposite. That just doesn’t make any sense. 1789. Would you rather have serenity or insanity? >> --- 1790. What do these phrases mean? Moulin Rouge:  Le voyage sur le bateau:  Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir: something about would you like to sleep with me tonight, idk. I just remember it from that one song. 1791. What is the longest distance you have ever walked? >> I have no idea. Miles and miles. 1792. The ancient Greek philosopher Plato believes that beauty truth and justice all basically mean the same thing. What are your feelings about this? >> I don’t understand what Plato was trying to say here, I need the context. 1793. How did you first begin to assert yourself as independent from your parents? >> I mean, that... happens in childhood, right? The development of the self as a separate entity from one’s caregivers? 1794. If you had a magic bracelet, would you use it to gain luck, money, health, creativity or love? >> No. 1795. What would you do if every time you used your magic bracelet something bad would happen to someone else? >> I wouldn’t have used the bracelet in the first place, because all shit like that has some kind of equivalent-exchange side effect. I know my magic devices, okay. 1796. This is a story about a girl. While at the funeral of her own mother, she met a guy whom she did not know. She thought this guy was amazing, so much her dream guy she believed him to be that she fell in love with him then and there, although she didn’t even see him after the funeral ended. A few days later, the girl killed her own sister. What is her motive for killing her sister? >> Oh, I’ve heard this one before. It’s some kind of crack “test” to see if you’re a psychopath. The supposed “psychopath answer” is that she was hoping that the guy would appear at her sister’s funeral. 1797. Have you ever intentionally hurt someone’s feelings? >> Sure. 1798. What do you think of Franz Ferdinand? >> As far as the band is concerned, I like that Take Me Out song, but I don’t know any of their others. Alas, I don’t know anything about the Archduke except that he was assassinated, so I can’t say I have an opinion on him. 1799. What do you think of the band Modest Mouse? >> I liked Float On, but I don’t know any of their other songs. 1800. What do you think of Morrissey? >> I like Morrissey. Well, his music, anyway.

#surveys #survey #5000 question survey

[shimmershaewrites]

Fourth Quarter, Chapter 1 (a Walking Dead story, Caryl AU).

Sorry.  I am so sorry, lol.

  Title:   Fourth Quarter

Rating:  M. 

Warnings:  adult language. 

Characters/Pairings:  Carol Peletier, Daryl Dixon, Sophia Peletier, original character, Jenny Jones, June Dorie, Pete Anderson, mention Morgan Jones and John Dorie, Luke, Carl Grimes, mentions of Judith Grimes, Tyreese Williams, Duane Jones, mention of Eastman, T-Dog, Axel. 

Prompt(s) used:  “Do you trust me?”    

Author’s Note:  inspired by a little drabble in my Across the Universe(s) drabble series—“Quit stalling.”  Apologies for the sucktacular title and the fact that I’m jumping off the deep end and starting another story.  Clearly, I’m losing it.  But whatever.  I made words.  So it’s a lose-win situation, lol.  Also, in case you didn’t notice, I brought over a couple of friends from Fear and I’m keeping my options open about bringing over more.  We shall see.  Anyway.  Fingers crossed this somehow breaks up the log jam that is currently the state of Waltzing.  I miss writing that story so freaking much. 

          Dr. Pete Anderson didn’t like kids. 

  Carol had it figured out within two seconds of meeting the man, his so-called secret.  His absolute, lip-curling distaste for the parade of little humans that were the King County clinic’s bread and butter was that apparent.  Hard to miss really and ironic considering.    

  Those frequently possessed of snotty noses and tiny hands that were somehow, some impossible way always sticky were both the bane of his existence and the source of much of his livelihood. 

  She couldn’t help but wonder how someone that couldn’t even be bothered to open up his heart to the frightened tears that inevitably came from being thrust into a place so cold and sterile and generally unwelcoming as their place of employment possessed one at all.  Most likely, she supposed, his chest was hollow and a big cavernous nothing occupied the space where the faulty organ should be.  Yes, most likely.  Too bad he worked every Monday.  As did she. 

  “Did somebody get me the goddamn labs I asked for?!” 

  The question yelled so near to her ear was all the warning Carol had before a mug of coffee was unceremoniously slammed down in front of her, causing her to flinch.  She watched with dismay as the bitter black brew sloshed over the ceramic edge, instantly soaking into the printed labs in question, and took in a deep breath in an effort to fortify herself for what she knew was coming.  Thankfully, her coworker stepped in to prevent her from falling onto her figurative sword.  

  “The printer’s jammed again, Sir.” 

  Jenny Jones was one of the most even-tempered individuals Carol had ever met.  Whether she was helping keep a toddler calm while they had a lost Flintstone vitamin fished out of their nose or explaining to a patient that body spray was not meant to be used internally via the rectum, she always wore the same placid expression.  She wore it now, even in the face of Dr. Anderson’s poorly reigned in rage at humanity at large.    

  “Thought the damn thing was fixed.” 

  “It was.  It isn’t now.  Noah’s working on it.” 

  “Who’s…know what?  Forget it.  I don’t care.  Just get me those labs.  Sometime today.”  With that, he stalked off to greet his next patient, continuing to grumble beneath his breath. 

  Finally, Carol felt like she could exhale, and she did, feeling a lot like a deflated balloon.  Or at least, the way she imagined a deflated balloon might feel.  “You’re too good to me.” 

  Jenny’s chair squeaked as she pushed it back from the desk.  Eyes brightened and lips twitching with humor, she replied, “You bring me cookies.  I would be crazy not to be.” 

  “Duane like the strawberry lemonade cookies?”   

  “Like them?” Jenny scoffed.  “That boy loved them.  At least the two his daddy let him have.  Morgan made me promise to get the recipe from you.  Told me to resort to blackmail if I had to.”  Shaking her head, she mused fondly, “That man.  He loves ya’ll’s cookies.” 

  “I’d worry about him if he didn’t.  Everybody loves Carol and Sophia’s cookies.”

                                                                                                                                                                                 Carol looked pointedly at her watch before returning their newcomer’s easy grin.  “Just get here when you can.”  June Dorie was a relative latecomer to the clinic staff, still an enigma in so many ways.  But she was capable, compassionate, and currently very much in love, and like Jenny before her?  Carol had relied on her instincts, welcoming her to cross that imaginary line separating coworker from friend.    

  Other than the precious pink blush belonging to only the happiest of newlyweds tinging her cheeks, June was unruffled by Carol’s teasing.  “Thank you.  I will.”  She did, however, wrinkle her nose at the sodden lump on the counter before her.  “What did I miss?” 

  Her answer came from the irate boss man himself.  “Where are my fucking labs?!”

  June winced.  “Happy Monday, huh?” 

  Carol grit her teeth to keep from letting a few choice words slip free.  Every Monday was a happy Monday when your least favorite doc was a Monday constant.  As if she needed more reason to hate them.  Not only that, the waiting room was starting to fill up, really fill up, right on cue.  Taking a page out of Jenny’s book, she took a deep, calming, let’s be zen breath, and pasted on what she hoped was a serene expression.  Unsurprisingly, she failed. 

  Sparing a second to stuff the ruined labs into the nearby shred box, Jenny dabbed at the mess left behind with a handful of Kleenex and shook her head.  “I see your wheels turning.  You’re on desk duty with Liza ‘til you quit plotting the good doctor’s demise.” 

  June smirked.  “Guess she’ll be out there forever then.” 

  “She might just be,” Jenny conceded.  “June?” 

  “Get the asshole his labs?” 

  “You said it.”   

        “And again!  We want to make Stevie and your parents proud!” 

  In unison, the entire sweaty, spent marching band groaned, and they groaned rather dramatically. 

  Perspiration prickling along his own scalp, the band director couldn’t even find it in himself to be mad.  Quite the contrary.  Depressing the button on the side of his megaphone, he blew out a long, drawn out groan of his own and deadpanned, “I felt that.  Take five everybody.” 

  “Five?!  But Mr. Fogler!” 

  “Alright, alright.  Fifteen and find some shade.” 

  Everybody scattered after that.  Almost everybody.  They needed no more prompting. 

  Sophia, however?  She stayed right where she was, sinking to the grass like a boneless slug bug and letting her eyes drift closed for a brief second.  She stifled a shriek when she felt something cold slither across the back of her exposed neck.  “What the…stop it, Carl.”  In spite of her grumbling, she gratefully took the bottle of water he held out in offering, tipping it back and taking a long swallow.  Shooting a wondering glance at the boy she’d long considered her best friend. 

  Carl dropped down beside her, mindful of the clarinet she’d cast almost carelessly aside.  He’d left his own snare drum where he stood in his haste to seek her out, and he stared at her now, his blue eyes hidden behind the dark lenses of his shades. 

  Sophia’s fingertips fluttered self-consciously over her freckled cheeks and the long auburn ponytail coiled carelessly atop her head.  “What?” 

  Carl’s lips remained zipped.  They merely curled in a barely even there smirk and he shrugged. 

  Sophia narrowed her eyes at him, wholly unconvinced of his truthfulness.  They’d known each other since they were both in pullups and the wait to get their respective drivers’ licenses was almost over.  Of course, he was lying.  Even if he was doing it without words.  “Carl Richard Grimes!” 

  “Did you just full name me?” 

  “I just full named you and I’ll do it again.”     

  “Ooooo.  I’m so scared.” 

  “Don’t be such a…”  Sophia floundered for a word adequate enough to express her frustration.  A good clean word because that’s the way her mama had raised her, but really.  None of them were very satisfying. 

  Carl laughed.  “You can’t do it, can you?”  

  “Know it all jerk.” 

  “But you’re my favorite Disney princess, Soph,” Carl said, snagging the forgotten water bottle from her hands and taking a swig of his own.  “Jude’s too.” 

  An unwelcome smile twitched at the edges of Sophia’s affected pout.  “Shut up.” 

  “Alright,” Carl agreed easily enough. 

  The silence didn’t last long, though.  He was back to his insufferable teasing before they’d had time enough to finish the water bottle between them, and that didn’t take long at all.  “Carl.  I mean it.  Stop.” 

  “Stop what?”  Snickering as he dodged her annoyed little fists, he feigned innocence, “I didn’t even say anything.” 

  “Yeah, well.  You didn’t have to.  Just spit it out.” 

  “You want to spit it out?  You really want me to?” 

   “Please,” Sophia huffed, leaning forward to wrap her arms protectively around her updrawn legs.  She steadfastly ignored Carl’s gaze as she waited for him to put his particular brand of Sophia-torture into words and it definitely wasn’t the sun heating her cheeks when she spit out her last little piece of pleading encouragement.  “Do.” 

  “This one time.  At band camp…” 

  “I swear to God, Carl,” Sophia muttered miserably.     

  “You know Mr. Fogler said shade right?  Not Cade.” 

      On the other end of the football field, the indirect source of Sophia Peletier’s current humiliation was sweating his balls off doing drills for a team he wasn’t sure he even wanted to be a part of.  And it showed. 

  Coach Williams’s deep voice carried, across the clashing bodies and sticky late summer heat.  “Mr. Phillips.  Do you or do you not want to be here?” 

  Hands braced on his hips, jersey clinging wetly to his heaving chest, Cade figured there was no pussyfooting around the truth.  That shit never did anybody no good.  “Presently?  No, Sir.  At least Satan’s ass crack would have shade.”

  Appreciative snickers swelled, rising and traveling from teammate to potential teammate like a wave, and Coach Williams showed a brief, scary flash of teeth before sobering up and making full use of his huge, intimidating linebacker build.  “That so?” 

  Cade knew better than to waltz right into that trap.  He’d become quite adept over the years of sidestepping trouble when it come looking, and until he proved otherwise, Coach Williams weren’t any different than any other coach or teacher.  So he clamped his mouth shut and dropped to give the man twenty unasked.  Or at least he tried to.  The man stopped him with a boot on his back before he got ten good pushups in, barking at the whole lot of them to take a long overdue break.  The grass felt prickly beneath his sweaty pits when his limp noodle arms gave out on him, but Cade didn’t care.  A bottle of orange Gatorade appeared out of thin air, and he’d guzzled nearly the whole thing before he bothered looking up to see where it actually came from. 

  A short, stocky black kid stared down at him, something like admiration on his face. 

  Heaving himself over onto his back with a groan, Cade muttered his gratitude and shielded his eyes from that look and the sun. Both of them were pretty damn blinding in their own way.  He recited a silent prayer that the boy, who he vaguely recognized as a freshman, would just fuck off and leave him alone.  Like most of his prayers, it went unanswered. 

  “I’m Duane.  You’re Cade.” 

  Forcibly swallowing the overwhelming urge to mock the kid right to his oblivious face, Cade merely grunted an affirmation and lifted his arm to get a better peek at him.  He felt an unexpected twinge of guilt when he took in the boy’s slumped posture.  “Running back right?” 

  “Like you.” 

  Hardly, but Cade kindly chose not to point it out.  Instead, he made small talk best as he knew how.  “Didn’t I hear you say your dad has his own martial arts place down on Main?” 

  “He’s partners with Mr. Eastman, but yeah.  You been there?” 

  “Nope, but I’ve thought about it.  Think you can talk him into cutting me a sweet deal?  Might be nice to learn different ways to kick some ass.”  Handy, considering he knew next to nobody in this one-horse town and in his experience?  It never took long for welcomes to be worn out.  He left that part unsaid, too. 

  “I…I don’t know.  But I think so.  I’ll have to see.” 

  “You get on that.” 

  “I will.” 

  “Hey, Water Boy.  Why don’t you shut your trap and do your damn job?” 

  Duane sighed and made to push himself to his feet, but Cade jerked him back down.  “Nah.  I got this.” 

  “You don’t have to.” 

  “Do you trust me?  We got us a deal, right?” 

  “Right.” 

  “K then.  Watch this.”  Cade winked, standing up and stretching to his full height.  “Hey, lazy asshole.  Why don’t you get your own fucking water?” 

      “Man, you been back in town, what?  Almost a month and I’m the only person knows it.  I’m not accusing you of hiding, but…” 

  Wiping his greasy hands on the red rag that never strayed far from his back pocket, Daryl virtually dared T-Dog to continue his train of thought.  T smartly refused to take the bait, dropping the subject and ambling on over to join him in admiring his handy work.

  “You trying to put those Gas Monkey dudes outta business.”    

  “Stahp.”   

  “You think I’m kidding?  I ain’t.  I knew you was good.  I just didn’t know you was this good.  And it ain’t even your day job.”  

  “Hear that, Boss?” Axel oh-so-helpfully piped up.  “It ain’t ya day job.” 

  “Don’t reckon nobody yanked your chain, Mr. Monopoly.  You got them brakes fixed yet?” 

  Axel hemmed and hawed, but in the end, he admitted he had a lot of work still left to do. 

  When Daryl turned his attention back to T-Dog, his old friend was trying—and failing—to keep a straight face. 

  “Mr. Monopoly?” 

  “Yeah, well.  He shaves that shit off?  He’ll look more like the Planter’s Peanut.” 

  T-Dog guffawed, earning himself more than a couple dirty looks from the source of his endless amusement.  “Missed you ‘round these parts.  Can’t tell you how good it does me to see you back.  Even if I’ve never seen you leave these four walls.  How do you eat, Man?” 

  “Like an uncivilized pig,” Daryl deadpanned. 

  T’s grin stretched wide, but he was otherwise unperturbed.  “You said it.  Not me.”  Putting a few paces between them, he started absently inspecting some nearby tools.  “Little birdy down at the high school been talking.” 

  “Don’t ya mean tweeting?  That’s the big thing now,” Axel said, doing what he does best again.  Inserting himself into a conversation that didn’t involve him in the least.  “Tweeter.” 

  This time, T-Dog and Daryl both ignored him and Daryl was surprised to realize he wanted to hear more.  “Yeah?  What you been hearing?” 

  “Kid’s talented.  Going places if he decides to put in more effort.  If he keeps his nose clean and gives his school work the attention it deserves when classes start…” 

  “Tell me something I don’t know,” Daryl muttered.  “I’m trying.  Even if he ain’t.” 

  “Hey, Man.  I get it.  You two?  Ya’ll still getting to know each other.  I can’t imagine what it feels like for either one of you.” 

  Axel couldn’t resist butting in one more time, and Daryl decided fuck it.  He nodded.  Just let him. 

  “Woman showed up on his doorstep and basically said congratulations, it’s a boy.  Your problem now.  Now he’s just as much a daddy as he is an uncle.  Ain’t fair if you ask me.  Got all the responsibility without getting to have any of the fun.” 

  Well, shit.  He hadn’t exactly thought about it in those particular terms, but the twitchy little bastard weren’t exactly wrong.  “Back to work.  Ain’t telling you no more.”  To T-Dog, he simply sighed and raked a tired hand over his unshaven face.  “I’m trying.  I am.” 

  “Kid’s gonna have to meet you halfway.” 

  “Try three quarters.” 

  “Axel!”   

#The Walking Dead #Caryl fanfiction #Caryl #Carol x Daryl #Carol Peletier #Daryl Dixon #stuff that I write #mentions of lots of characters #hahaha #adult language

[metaphorical-love-for-a-car]

Written In The Stars-- Brian May x Reader (4)

Summary; An astrophysics student had the bright idea to form a band. He always had a passion for music and wanted to share that very same passion with others. Brian put up flyers on notice boards around campus, hoping that he could find other students to join him. After a couple of rather unsuccessful auditions, Brian found himself in a pub, during open mic night no less. That’s when he stumbled across you, a bartender who could play the piano. (Based on the movie A Star Is Born)

Warnings; language, specified fem! reader

Word Count; 2.1k

Notes; every single time I try to post this it gets flagged??? so sorry it’s taken to long lol

Everyone knows the classic love at first sight cliché, but you did not get to experience such pleasure. You were blessed to have an enemy at first sight. You always thought that arch-nemeses were only for comic books and fairy tales. Oh, how you were wrong. Because as soon as you met him, you hated him for absolutely no reason. There was a gut feeling about him that just made you know he would be a pain in the ass. Who was the bane of your existence? Paul. Fucking. Prenter.

You didn’t really know how to label him, except maybe call him Freddie’s personal assistant. He was supposed to help the whole band if any of you ever needed anything, but he only seemed to pay attention to Freddie. Paul would every once in a while make snarky comments to Roger, almost as if he was trying to get him riled up. At first, you tried to be nice. You’d smile and greet him as if he was one of your least favorite customers at the pub you used to work at, but Paul would just ignore you. You always shrugged it off. You honestly didn’t care whether he talked to you or not. Then his disliking for you and the rest of the band became more and more apparent, and Freddie was practically clueless to it.

Freddie seemed to enjoy Paul’s company, so you never said anything about Paul being an asshole. That didn’t stop the rest of the boys, though. Deaky never really talked about it much, but you could tell from his expressions. Roger and Brian were the most vocal. Rog would occasionally make comments to Paul about how he should be careful and not stand too close to an open window. Slighthand threats became common.

There were times were Paul had ‘forgotten’ to book you a room at the hotel everyone was staying in whenever the band was touring. If Freddie was unable to convince the staff to give you a room, then you would bunk with Brian, building a barricade of pillows in between the two of you. At first, it was awkward. Neither of you knew what to do or say. Over time, it started to get more comfortable. The two of you would talk until one of you finally fell asleep. Your conversations usually consisted of you saying something stupid just to see what Brian’s reaction would be.

You craned your neck to peek over the wall of pillows. “Bri, you’re an astrophysicist.” He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, humming in response. His lips were pursed, and he couldn’t help but wonder what nonsense was about to come out of your mouth. “What if everything you learned about space was wrong. What if stars are actually just ceiling lights and everything we know is a lie.” Brian groaned before reaching up to turn the bedside lamp off.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” He heard you rustling the covers, probably trying to get comfortable. You were quiet for a couple of minutes. Brian sighed and closed his eyes.

“Have you ever realized that mustaches are just mouth-brows? Or that eyebrows are just eye-staches?”

“Please, just fucking go to sleep.”

“Hey, stop being a whiny bitch. I’m giving you my best material here.”

“One more word out of you, and you’re going to get kicked out.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” you gasped.

“Try me.” You muttered something, but Brian didn’t quite catch what you said. “Sorry, what was that?”

“Geez, Bri. Be quiet, I’m trying to go to sleep over here.” Brian snorted. He grabbed the pillow out from under his head and hit you with it. You scoffed and managed to tear the pillow from his grasp before he could hit you with it again. “The hell was that for?”

“Being annoying.”

“Jokes on you. I’m not giving your pillow back.” Although he couldn’t see you in the darkness, Brian was almost certain that you were sticking your tongue out at him.

The band wanted to produce something new and experimental, so the five of you decided to go somewhere that would get rid of the typical distractions at home. Ridge Farm absolutely took your breath away. It was beautiful, and you were giddy with excitement to get to stay there. Paul let the lot of you through the house and explained where everyone would be sleeping.

“John, (Y/N), you two are downstairs.” He led you both down a small staircase, which led to a tiny bedroom with two small beds. “Smaller rooms don’t get quite as cold.” Paul grinned at the two of you before clapping Deacy’s shoulder and disappearing up the staircase. Deacy glanced at you and raised a brow. You shrugged.

“Well, roomie, hope you aren’t claustrophobic,” you teased, setting your bag on the foot of one of the beds. Deacy sniggered.

“Yeah, this is less than ideal.”

“Don’t worry, I promise I’ll be a good roommate. If I start to get on your nerves, just let me know! And I’ll go find Brian to annoy instead.”

You were loving every minute you spent at Ridge Farm. When you weren’t busy helping the boys write parts of different songs or recording something, you had an abundance of activities to choose from. There was a swimming pool, a tennis court, and more on the farm. Then there was always plenty of places to visit in the local areas as well.

One night, however, things didn’t go so well. You were off on your own, playing the piano and working on a song that you had written. There had been times where you helped write a song that got put on an album, but you usually left the songwriting to the boys. Your material was personal, and you didn’t feel comfortable putting it out there for the world to see. That’s why you only worked on it when you were alone. You were invested in the music and had no clue that someone was standing in the doorway, watching.

“Roger just got back with the pizza for dinner.” You froze, eyes going wide. You slowly turned around to see Paul, staring at you with a smug grin. A million swears ran through your mind as you wondered how long he had been there.

“Alright, I’ll be there in a minute.” At first, neither of you moved. The couple of seconds that passed seemed to last an eternity. Paul finally shrugged before turning on his heel and leaving. You let out a shaky breath and snatched up your notebook that contained the sheet music for your song.

After putting it away in a safe place, you met the boys in the dining area. Brian and Roger were bickering about something, while Deacy watched with amusement etched into his features. You pulled out the chair that was next to Deacy. “Where’s Fred?” you asked as you sat down.

“Bubble bath... said he mustn’t be disturbed.”

“And what are these two going on about?”

“Whether pizza is considered healthy or not.” You smiled and shook your head. Of course, they’d be the ones to argue about something like that. You grabbed yourself a slice of pizza and joined Deacy in spectating the argument, occasionally interjecting your own thoughts to keep it going.

After a while, you decided to pour yourself a drink. You asked the boys their orders and headed towards the kitchen. You were gathering the needed ingredients for the various cocktails when Paul leaned on the counter. “Look what the cat dragged in. Care for a drink?” He hummed, eyeing you carefully.

“Do you ever wonder why you’re in the band?” he asked suddenly. You raised a brow at him. The boys had quieted down, and they were all watching the two of you.

“What do you mean?” You treaded forward carefully. You could tell that it was going to end badly.

“You’re not really needed. I mean, Freddie can play the piano just as good as you can if not better. And you don’t write any songs, except for gushy love songs that would never sell if you did release them.” You took a deep breath to maintain your composure, but you could feel your face reddening with both anger and embarrassment. “I just don’t see the significance of you being here. Shouldn’t you be somewhere, making yourself a good housewife?” His words hung heavy in the air. Everyone sat in stunned silence. You could hear a pin drop

“Fuck off, Prenter,” Roger snarled. “She’s got more talent that you have in your little finger.”

“If there’s anyone that doesn’t belong here, I’d say it's you,” Deacy said with a scowl.

“I’m just stating the facts,” Paul tried to reason. “You could all make a lot more money if you didn’t have to split the royalties with her.” You grabbed the bottle of vodka and stormed out, unable to take it anymore.

Brian lept to his feet. “I’ll go talk to her.” He started to go out but stopped to grab a blanket off the couch. As he walked by, Brian grabbed Paul’s shoulder and leaned down to his ear. “Don’t you ever talk to her like that again. I don’t care what Reid or Freddie says, you’ll be done for. Understood?” Brian’s voice was dangerously low. Paul grimaced and nodded. The last thing he wanted right then was to get into a fight. Brian clapped Paul’s shoulder then head outside.

It took him a while to find you. You were laying on the ground at the tennis court, staring blankly at the sky. Despite having the whole bottle with you, you had hardly drunk any of the vodka. “There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you.” When you heard Brian approaching, you quickly rubbed your face with your hands in an attempt to get rid of the stray tears that were on your cheeks. He sat down next to you. You sighed and sat up. Brian wrapped the blanket around your shoulders.

“Thanks,” you mumbled. He nodded, watching you carefully. “Funny, how the tables have turned.” Brian’s brows furrowed. “I took care of you when you were having an emotional breakdown with a bottle of alcohol in your hand, and now here you are,” you explained. Brian smiled and scoffed.

“At least you aren't drunk out of your mind. I still don’t fully remember that night.”

“Don’t worry, I held your hair back when you hurled.” Brian bumped his shoulder against yours. A soft laugh escaped his lips.

“Thanks, again, for that.” The quietness of night reemerged. You idly picked at the loose threads on the edge of the blanket. “Don’t mind the things Paul said. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. You’re amazing, and we need you. The band wouldn’t be the same without you in it.” You sniffed, and the corner of your lips twitched upward. “Is that a smile I see?” Brian teased.

“Shut up,” you groaned, and Brian laughed. You picked up the bottle and took a swig before holding it out to Brian. He accepted it and sipped on it.

“Paul mentioned something about you writing songs. Why haven’t we heard any of them?” You shrugged.

“Dunno... I guess I just never thought they were Queen enough, you know? LIke he said, they’re just sappy love songs.” Brian rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Oh, please. I’m sure they’re wonderful. I mean, have you read the lyrics for Roger’s car song?” You snorted, trying to contain your laughter. Brian smiled at you, glad that he was able to make you laugh. “I understand if you don’t feel comfortable playing them for everyone, but I’d love to hear one if you’d let me.” Your graze drifted upward as you thought about it. You could practically feel Brian’s eyes on you. After giving it some thought, you finally settled on humming the tune of one of your songs. As you hummed, Brian started drumming his fingers to the rhythm. His smile widened when you looked over at him. “I remember that tune... from the morning after my meltdown. You were making breakfast.” You nodded, remembering that moment fondly. Taking a deep breath, you stood and held a hand out.

“Come on, I’ll show it to you.” Brian took your hand, and you helped him to his feet. While the two of you walked towards the studio, Brian pointed out different constellations. You smiled at him. You loved the way he got excited about the stars and babbled on and on about them. Even though you only understood about a third of what he said, you found it endearing.

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