#i miss having you home ykno

[leapingthroughworlds]

this was my 13th reason

just in case yall don't hear from me again

#not to be dramatic #but #what about my daily gay dose? #what about when i go to sleep thinking about a certain pairing being lovey dovey #and wake up the next morning to try to find a fic like that #what then????? #omg #my bookmarks #im fucked #i had nearly 1000 there #ao3 how long will war take this time? #i miss having you home ykno #ao3

[holographic-mars]

What au has been running around your brain the most lately?

GLAD YOU ASKED YOURE GONNA REGRET IT.

I call it The au that I made up but have no creativity to make anything with it: subjecting soundwave to the horrors of the Lost Light; a coswave au

So basically I’m insane right? So what if I put Soundwave (and co) along with cosmos on the lost light (against their will) and force them to endure the tortures of captain rodimus prime and co-captain megatron absolutely fucking shit up in the universe (also ravage is still alive bc fuck you IDW give her back).

Soundwave and Cosmos get stuck on the Lost Light during a stop at the Sanctuary Station and now Rodimus and crew have to figure out how to get them back home (weird-science-dimension-hopping-probably-brainstorms-fault-shit idk just go with it). Soundwave hates this very much bc 1) he didn’t ask to be on this torture bus to hell, 2) now his station is left sorta unattended (hold down fort sky-byte!), and most importantly, 3) that bitch megatron >:((.

It’s not all THAT bad tho bc cosmos is here and he gets to be reunited with Ravage again (he misses ravage. So much). But still. Let me out let me OOUTTT

ANYWAYS. So thus the adventure begins—Cosmos is handling this like a champ bc he’s been on the LL before so he knows the drill. Cosmos and Soundwave get to share a hab, Cosmos actually get to meet Ravage in person (gets called an idiot multiple times), and Soundwave gets to learn how to socialize with other mechs properly (it goes just as well as you’d expect). Cosmos and Tailgate bond very fast bc they’re very similar and minibots gotta stick together ykno? while Soundwave is struggling bc everyone here is weird and loud and so… friendly (it’s actually Cyclonus who manages to break down Soundwave’s very carefully put up barriers first. Antisocial losers stick together 4ever).

Megatron is also struggling bc he feels guilty for how he left things with Soundwave, but Soundwave is very adamant on hating his stupid guts.

Gradually, our favorite fellas learn about Cosmos and Soundwave yearning for eachother but being stupidly oblivious to the other’s feelings, and are now determined to get them together (led by yours truly, the minibot gang).

Shenanigans ensue, Soundwave figures out how to express himself and his feelings, Cosmos learns to dance, Megatron gets engex thrown at his face, and Ravage is so exasperated she might start scruffing these idiots like newsparks since they wanna act immature.

I’m actually super insane about this patchwork au I came up with I think about it near constantly. THANK YOU FOR THE ASK HEHEEHEEE I LOVE RAMBLING ABOUT MY HALF BAKED THOUGHTS EEHEEHEH❤️❤️🛸🛸🛸🛸

#soundwave and cyclonus bond over sitting in silence and hating galvatron (and megatron) #they get along quite well you wouldn’t believe #and ofc cosmos and tailgate are having the times of their lives #I just like the idea of cygate helping coswave figure themselves out ykno #I’m sick I’m sick #also ravage reunite with soundwave is very emotional bc soundwave misses his cassette so much #ravage cuddles up with soundwave the very first night and Soundwave gets a little emotional #bc he missed feeling the purr of her engine against his plating #and cosmos comes in after soundwave falls asleep and he almost screams cause ravage scared the piss outta him #GOD. GOD. IM INSANE #okay anyways #coswave #mtmte #idw transformers #soundwave #cosmos #transformers

[alkalineleak]

when i think of gillion and caspian, one of the first things to IMMEDIATELY pop into my mind is their relationship regarding the undersea, specifically leaving. be warned, this is a bit of a LONG ramble:) for the sake of time, ill only be focusing on gillions side of things

leaving home is one of the biggest things you can do because then you either learn to govern yourself or be controlled by what was taught by you.

its a very strict binary that tears you up from the inside out as you switch sides, for the better or for the worst. i look at this and i look between those two it is immediately so FUCKING apparent how the cycle of learning and restructuring your thinking process is stored between them. thats how they live, thats how they dance around each other in each others head

gillion is pretty obvious. when he was a child he was cold.

the thousands of pounds of pressure did not make up for a lack of warmth that was offered and redirected into an inhumane idol to be looked and wished upon like a shooting star. in the same way i think he learned that he will not last forever, and so the moments he have have to hold some merit, some sort of worth. now imagine him, kicked out of a home he didnt want to miss, a family who was kept in the dark and left to the fate of the seas. and the seas decided he would live. So it had to be for a purpose, correct? thats how the ocean works, it kills it births and then it repurposes whatever is left as food for whatever is lucky enough to make it out alive. hes been repurposed from whatever failure he was in that damned city to be something greater, something new.

Then comes along Caspian, right? And he wrecks all the things gillion thought he knew.

He values leisure, the small simple things. hes a man who could run his hands across anything just to feel the textures YET, he knows how to fight. fight better than how gillion does, though not surprising. he was always told he was subpar for a hero handpicked by gods and a cannibilistic sea This brings him to a crossroad. he has his goals - live comfortably, enjoy things while you can, hes one of the biggest epicurists he could think of, and gill shares a ship with chip whos impulse drives mistakes and successes alike. and there, he finds the difference between the different flavors of hedonism: calculation.

Caspian is fucking smart.

gillion can see it in how he weaves between people and shops respectively, in how he can change his demeanor to achieve a goal. his charisma has a motive every time he uses it, it has a purpose every damn time he employs a joking manner or a flirtatious tone. its all calculated to hell and back, and it entices him because THAT is what he was meant to do and learn. he follows him helplessly because he has parts of his home with him, both negative and positive he NEEDS to see how to do it all, what it all fucking meant (maybe along the way hed find what he was missing all these years). but every time he tries he hits a roadblock because caspian, free and live, contradicts EVERYTHING the elders taught him. hes impossible to exist as a paragon.

And then without having the chance to ask himself, caspian offers out his hand, and offers to teach him.

ANOTHER time he got chosen, he dreaded it when it happened. hes nothing but a follower. from the prophecy to Careless elders to Awful teachers, its what he does worst. He accepted regardless. he was impulsive like that. a decision like that could get him killed one day. hed get scolded for acting so quickly on something he barely knew, but its just a wound to post pone treating. just like every other one hes ever had

he tries to bring his familiarity with harsh treatment and punishment, but instead every time hes prepared to learn something, he gets something to heal instead

Its fucking frustrating, to be completely honest. FIRST, it is a gentle fixing of his mistakes as if this happening in the real world could cost him his home and people. he has more targets than ever, yknow. from chip and jay, to ollie and wherever he came from, to every person hes protected and saved in every individual island, as well as the sea and everyone on it. every single person the moon protects with her waves and every person the sun scorches too harshly. its all up to him hes tried to bring it up, but caspian just tugged at his determination to learn and improve, and gillions a follower before anything. he follows a prophecy, he follows chip and jay over an unfamiliar world, he follows wherever his blade lands to avoid a hit.

Gillion started noticing how smoothly he started moving

it was terrifying, despite being his active goal. It got less scary when he started hearing caspians smile creep over from the caunch shell after what had to be a hundred hours of calling and training

its different from jay or chip teaching him the world, because if it truely disturbed gillion to stop the stagnation carved into him he could just chalk it up into a cultural difference.

in cases where he clung on desperately to what he built himself around, he could go as far as to simplify it all into a moral inferiority, something he needs to teach instead because hes a hero. he must spread good and purge evil. unfortunately those sometimes meant damaging his fucked up sense of honor and pride for something he wasnt even familiar with beyond scrolls that keep getting manipulated in translations and a sword thats awkwardly weighted when he held it.

gillion would say its alien, but he keeps catching details of his home

he sees it in the 23 pieces of jewelry across caspians face. he sees it in the way he dances, always caught slightly offguard that he isnt in the air as long as he wanted to be. he sees it in the small amount of times gravity caught his friend by surprise, even if a change in which foot caspian placed all his weight hid it to everyone else. he sees it in how caspian taught him the dances for songs he could only ever hear behind closed doors.

He keeps seeing suggestions that maybe his home was harmful in general, but thats bullshit. Could a purely cruel place make his sister? his mother who fought to keep him? his grandfather who was the only one who knew how to properly teach him his own history? No.

And Caspian all but confirms it. the ocean is not inherently harmful, it just wants to live in the same way he keeps repressing.

He builds a new home for himself above water, but not absent of it.

#gillion tidestrider #jrwi caspian #jrwi swordfish #jrwi riptide #thoughts leaking out #Oh yeah baby lets go #do you GET IT #do you UNDERSTAND ME #im INSANE i feel fucking SICK !!!!!!!

[bowserssupermariopartylaugh]

rambles about my messy af bowuigi yoshi's island au thing, at the "behest" of @maxium-defense-luigi i have more bits and bobs but tried to "summarize" the vague major points and failed 😭

Basically, it's yoshi's island's premise where kamek kidnaps baby luigi, but ends up taking him in as his ward. So now bowser and luigi grow up together and become each other's best friend.

But remember, kid mario and the yoshies are still looking for luigi. When they finally manage to defeat kamek, they take luigi with them, to "rescue" him. But, for the most part, what they've done is tear luigi away from the only family he's ever known.

And taken away Bowser's only friend.

From here, the story can somewhat fall in line with the movie premise. In that, the yoshies hide the human children away, sending them to a world where they better blend in. A world no one else seems to know of.

But kamek doesn't know that. He wages a war against the yoshies, razing their island in search of luigi. To no avail. He extends his search to other kingdoms, and Bowser grows up knowing only that luigi was taken from him—

—and that he /despises/ the boy in the red cap.

Moving forward in time to when bowser ascends to the throne, you can only imagine how someone like bowser only doubles the search efforts. He tears through kingdom to kingdom in search of luigi, and leaves destruction in his wake. He gains a reputation as a war monger, the world fears him, and he intends to keep it that way.

Until the day bowser's troops capture a human fumbling through the kingdom. Because bowser's hopes and dreams of a happy reunion with his invaluable friend are instantly dashed when luigi /doesn't remember him./ All Luigi seems to do is cower from bowser as if he were a dangerous beast, who won't let luigi go back home, and luigi /doesn't want to stay./

But bowser has gone his whole life looking for luigi, to have him by his side /always,/ and he won't let go without a fight.

Luigi seems real preoccupied with running back to some "Mario" guy, and lo and behold, bowser's scouts discover that the stubborn mushroom kingdom has also received a visitor.

A man in a /red cap./

The main timeline difference here is that in yoshis island, you rescue luigi relatively quickly. But in order for the au to work, the yoshies cant find and rescue luigi until he's been missing for like a few years. Oof.

Theres so many tropes i wanna cram into this thing likeee. I love to imagine that bowser has basically gastby'd luigi, ykno? Where luigi, like daisy, has almost become more of a concept than an actual person in bowser's head. And that luigi would just conveniently not care about bowser having terrorized numerous kingdoms for "luigi's" sake, and that he'd just /agree/ to stay with bowser forever and ever etc. even tho its completely unrealistic and frankly ridiculous

Ive made a short post about this before, where i wanted to explain that i would want to do these different phases of their lives as separate parts, so that I could focus on the different stages and their different tones without it seeming too disjointed for one story. Like i rly wanna dedicate a whole story just to kid bowuigi bc guh theyre so precious 😭

And clearly i want to cram beauty and the beast in there. I love the idea of bowser instantly crushing on now-adult luigi, but he can't make any progress bc bowser has also let himself degrade into the monster the world views him as.

Its also fun to consider this like, thing of how /kamek/ was the one who started this thing of marking the yoshies as mortal enemies of the koopas, moreso than any other kingdom or race. And so bowser grows up in a kingdom at war, and just kinda absorbs that mentality and those practices. It's kinda all he knows.

(It also just doesn't help that kid bowser was HELLA traumatized by having luigi kidnapped from his own home /right in front of him,/ as kamek hid them both together in a saferoom. Likewise, luigi is def fucked up from being kidnapped but whereas bowser explodes from all of his issues, luigi is a perfect embodiment of repressed/suppressed trauma. 🥲)

And remember, mario was basically raised a la tarzan by the yoshies (hell yeah feral jungle boy mario), and luigi is mario's brother. So now there's these two heavily feuding groups, and bowser goes and falls for someone he shouldn't associate with. Yes, it's romeo and juliet, dammit.

I have yet to watch howl's moving castle but (excuse me if im butchering your special interest 😭), i feel like this plot is also vaguely similar to that movie.

Its just fun. Like. Luigi's kidnapped as a baby by the bad guys, the good guys rescue him after like five years but it's basically kidnapping at this point, so whos in the right and whos in the wrong, etc

Ugh this is why i dont write this story lmao, im trying too hard 💀💀💀 this idea has clearly been rotting in my head too long and getting out of hand 😵‍💫

#my brainrot #bowuigi #au #yoshis island #smw2 #hcs #my wiritng #fic ideas

[padfootastic]

dear miss padfootastic: harry learning he's gonna be a dad and promptly losing his mind and going to the only person he can think of for dad advice: sirius.

gosh miss imp i have so many thoughts about this!!!!!! (i wrote almost all of this and realised that i did it post birth lol bc that’s the moment that made the most sense to me but we can easily doctor it to be pre birth as well!!)

- the first time harry holds james sirius in his hands, he has to dip out in three minutes flat to puke all over the nearest washroom. it’s sirius holding him, brushing his hair back, and soothing him on the dirty hospital floor. tells him that he did something super similar when he held harry for the first time too. it doesn’t hit harry then.

- when they’re all back at home, the first few days, it’s all a sort of frantic autopilot where he has no time to think. it’s only when things calm down a bit that he realised how his hands shake and his pulse races when he thinks about being a father. it’s not…debilitating bc it’s his duty, one he asked for, and harry’s never been one to back down from a duty. but it’s still—he doesn’t want to be a passable dad, he wants to be a good one.

- so he goes to the best one he knows: sirius.

- the thing here is, harry thinks he’s gonna be a terrible dad. he was abused and neglected in his most developmental stages of life, never really knew what unconditional love felt like let alone parental, and does not trust himself around a vulnerable defenceless child. knowledge of his anger and it’s consequences does not help.

- but also to consider: sirius had almost an exact similar experience. he was equally terrified to be a godfather for harry bc he never trusted himself w delicate things. so he knows, intimately, what’s it’s like to fear yourself.

- it doesn’t get better with one conversation. sirius knew this going in. what he does, instead, is help harry become confident by being there, always, without fail. makes him see that he’s got this down pat, and his child loves and trusts and adores him and there’s no greater privilege than that. he’s there every single time as a safety net, to tell harry that nothing will go wrong, yes, but also to prove he doesn’t need anyone else.

- it’s also a whole lot of ‘omg this is so difficult, you did this for me?????’ and just. realisations about ‘omg u changed my diaper??? i peED ON YOU??????’ that basically make it impossible for him to look sirius in the eye for a few days.

- another point to consider: harry sees sirius with jemmy from an outsider pov yeah? and he can finally see what others have all this time: how sirius looks at someone he loves wholeheartedly, how much he adores his children. and it’s humbling and awe-inspiring and a bit terrifying. imagining the full force of that love directed towards him, making him wonder what he did to deserve it

- there’s a loooooot of midnight/asscrack of morning firecalls/mirror calls etc for emergency assistance bc ‘are babies supposed to sleep like tho at! he’s been farting all night sirius iTS SO BAD! omg his poop is green padfoot is my baby toxic?????’ ykno. normal new dad stuff.

(and this is random but there’s also one,,,,forbidden conversation with sirius about it he’d ever hated him bc harry had some very unsavoury thoughts in the beginning when he had teddy that he hates himself for to this day and if he has to hear his godfather say he didn’t want him to get rid of them then he’ll do it. it’s a tough but necessary one)

#sirius black #harry potter #good godfather sirius black #this has been *languishing* in my inbox bc i wanted to write a drabble #bc that’s really what he is #since i had a similar prompt in my notes #but alas #twasnt to be #or really just—good FATHER sirius black #man this ask made me realise how long it’s been since i’ve written anything s&h :((( #my first loves #should get back probably #i just feel like. sirius would be like harry’s personal google service #bc on some level h still thinks that sirius knows everything #(not entirely wrong. in addition to being very very smart sirius is also just. unwilling to admit he doesn’t know sumn #esp to his kid. #so he spends hours finding answers to stuff he doesn’t know) #basically: he’s the best parental advice figure to have around #harry goes to him in a dad-panic all 3 times he has a child #sirius is equally patient and indulgent each time #pen’s asks

[fem0ral-artery]

For all the silent posts, are you thinking along the lines of the game/games or the movies?

Definitely basing it more on the games rather than the movies!! I do not like the movies and in fact I kind of hate them. The first one is ..fine i guess, but the second one is so bad I had to shut it off halfway through. That's just my opinion though.

Anyway, I wanna talk about the way I'm thinking about this. Sorry to be using this ask as a springboard, I'm just excited. Writing more under the cut ykno ykno

Where I'm at now, Angel is in a similar position to Heather, but really only superficially. She has no real reason (that she knows of) to be in Silent Hill/ this Silent Hill equivalent, nor was it her intention to even be there in the first place. She's just trying to escape a shitty "home" life and she had things to work through for herself, it's that.

I really want Timothy to be not as present (cause this isn't really for him primarily), but I'm not sure if I can handle that with what I wanna do with him. I want him to be more akin to Maria or mayyybe Eileen? I haven't decided on whether or not he's real, but either way, the original (pre-Jack) Timothy Lawrence in my little AU (I guess it's appropriate to call this that?) is a missing person rather than being legally dead. Again, I haven't thought about him as much as I have Angel, so he's not really as fleshed-out.

I am considering putting other characters in as like minor appearances, but I want to focus on the two main players first. I just want an excuse to put someone else in there too.

As for where in Silent Hill this happens, I'm kind of settled on it being in a pretty condensed area. I scribbled what I was thinking of doing onto a map earlier, subject to change of course.

That's a good chunk of what I'm thinking Right Now!

Can you tell these two games are some of my favorite things ever.

‼️ Edit: I'm taking inspiration from the Silent Hill 2 novelization as well, even though I may not have finished it yet at the time of writing. It's not significantly different necessarily, but credit where it's due and all that :D

#borderlands / silent hill #ty for asking I reeeally wanted to share my ideas... #I wanna put mordecai in there I want Mordecai in Silent Hill also but he has no real relation to the other two.

[bluiex]

So for SCP AUs...

We've had

SCP Cub, Researcher Scar, D class Grian

SCP Grian, Researcher Cub, D class Scar (who we later thought maybe could also be an SCP but we started with D class Scar)

(Provided I'm not missing any)

So what if

Scientist Grian, SCP Scar, D class Cub.

So Grian. Scientist. (I mean there's grounds for it. Cc Grian studied biology, didn't he?). He's not as terrible as scientist Scar but he does tend to get swept up all excited in his work and forget morals.

He's so friendly and genuine that it's hard for Scar to realise Grian's in charge of all studies on him at first. When he does find out, he's already so enamored that he's delighted that it's Grian taking care of him. Convenient reaction at first.

But Grian's starting to catch feelings too. (Entirely unprofessional, he scolds himself when he gets home each night.)

Grian's solution to not having to deal with his silly little crush on a dangerous monster is to get him a friend.

It doesn't work. Or, it does, in that Scar gets distracted for a bit with falling in love with Cub, but Scar's still definitely interested in Grian and Grian is just... jealous of Cub. The person he put there. So Scar would stop being so in love with Grian.

Cub doesn't trust Grian. Grian's jealous of Cub. There is no way this will cause issue.

I just. Have no idea what kind of thing SCP scar could be. Could do Vex, again, but we kinda already did vex SCP.

(Nature spirit type thing maybe. Plants? would that make sense?)

OOOOO YES scientist Grian for SCP!!!

He'd definitely be very invested in keeping the SCPs happy and being nice. While also doing the tests and stuff, to figure out how the SCPs work, what they can do

Big L for Grian, giving Scar someone he can be with only to be Jealous of said thing. Hehe. Can totally make it Convexian. Cub yes does not trust Grian one but, but after seeing Scar so friendly and anamored with this scientist he slowly, slowly- opens up to Grian

He can still be a Vex. You don't need to make it any other thing if you don't want too and like the idea of Vex scp (I'm partial to Vex Scar scp cuz.. Vex my beloved) and don't feel pressured to do something different cuz "It's been done already"

But if you really do want him to be different, then yes I love the idea of him being some sorta nature type thing, kinda like a fae but ykno. Scpified LOL would be so cool! He can make the plants around him flourish or wither, can control how they move, maybe he can even keep a picked flower alive with his ability owo

#bluie gets an ask poggers #scp au #long post

[necros-writing-stuff]

Can

Can u write more porn with daddy darius-

👉👈

Well i mean uncle but ykno

How bout I let you guys know some of his kinks and preferences? I've sprinkled a few SFW lore pieces in here, too.

Warning for... well Darius' various issues. Internalised homophobia, which can lead forced misgendering when it comes to trans men and enbys. And misogyny.

He adores being ridden. He works long hours, and is often drunk after a few hours home, so he's tired and uncoordinated by the time you crawl into his lap or into bed. He likes when you take care of him like this. Likes seeing your face as you do it. Wants to see your reactions to his demands.

He's not that into tying you up or restricting you in ways that aren't with his own body. Darius likes a well trained spouse that just does as he says. He shouldn't have to tie you up. He says stay, you stay.

Nor is he all into painplay. Some things he loves, such as spanking, slapping and pulling your hair. But he doesn't want to cut you, or pour wax on you.

Mostly, he isn't into these things because they require some extra effort. He likes sex to be convenient for him. He likes when he can get off nice and easy. He doesn't want to spend too much time worrying about your pleasure or pain.

That being said, he does have an oral fixation, and will therefore have you sit on his face (genitals be damned) quite regularly.

Pet play? Hell yeah. He loves collars, he loves having his puppy on their knees panting for his cock.

Do not try to be a cat. This man hates cats. She had a cat.

Lion-o was both of their cat, and Darius views all other cats as cheap replacements. He misses his boy.

Refuses to call his ex wife by name ever. Her name is Molly Daverns.

Darius loves cockwarming. Especially oral cockwarming. He likes when you kneel in front of him and just gently suckle at him while he drinks and watches TV.

Speaking of TV, he still loves crime shows. But when he gets too drunk, he gets mad about losing his job, so change the channel over if you don't want him breaking something.

He actually doesn't view a nibling/uncle relationship as incest. In his brain, only parents, children and siblings count. So he has no issue what so ever with being horny over his favourite nibling.

He purposefully selects his victim spouse by finding someone insecure. Confident people are harder to train.

Loves alt style people. Wants himself a goth housewife, like Morticia Addams, who did a number on him during his childhood.

He doesn't have any piercings or tattoos, but he likes the look of them. He has some scars, like a stab wound near his left hip from an old investigation he did. One on his hand from when Molly threw a lamp at him during an argument. A few other miscellaneous ones from childhood and work.

Works out 4 times a week for about 2 hours each. Wants to stay nice and strong so he can manhandle his wifey however he likes. Loves standing positions during sex, also.

He can't stay in the house for too long. He has to go on trips, mostly camping. He likes the outdoors. Prefers colder climates, and will bring you to a skii resort so you can cuddle (and more) in front of the hearth.

He is the foreman at his construction job. It pays well, the company is well known among richer clients. His coworkers see him as highly respectable, and try to set him up with their wives' sisters a lot. He'd prefer their daughters.

Again, his preference for a younger partner comes again from his want of power over them. A woman his age would be able to be independent. A young 20-something woman would be just getting on her feet. A young 20-something year old man would be more likely to have effeminate features, which he likes and encourages.

Yes, he views women as objects.

Now, he's all for gay and trans rights. When they aren't his partner. When they're his, they're a woman. Great for trans women, not so much for trans men. Iffy no matter what with enbys.

Does not give the slightest shit about ethnicity. He may say some things out of ignorance, but once he's taught he's wrong he'll not do it again. Grew up in a mixed neighbourhood, so he was exposed to a lot of different cultures as a kid. Loves Indian food. Give him all of the spice.

Is also pro-choice. Mostly because he hates kids. Still has a huge breeding kink, and never uses a condom with you. He did use them when he hired escorts.

Insanely jealous. Threesomes? Never. Cucking? Never. You look at another man? You're getting punished. He wouldn't ever consider you looking at a woman, it just wouldn't cross his mind, but if he did realise you'd be just as fucked as the other way around.

Rarely speaks, prefers to just make gestures. Snaps his fingers at you a lot.

During sex, however? Man is loud. Lots of grunting and groaning. Lots of praise. The drunker he is, the louder he gets.

Cum marking his beloved. Wants to finish on your face, ass, tummy, genitals, everywhere.

Likes sex in risky places. You go out shopping together? He's pulling you into an alley or a secluded area of a park. Will finger/get you off during a lunch out together. If people notice, he doesn't care.

Will spit in your mouth.

Loves making AFAB partners squirt.

If you go out to a bar and he notices there's a glory hole in the bathroom, he'll pull you into the stall and make you act like a stranger getting him off.

Pred/prey kink through the roof. After a late night date he'll tell you to walk ahead, act like you don't know him and then do some CNC. You're just so pretty when you cry.

Does not like you masturbating or owning toys. Takes it as a slight against him.

Visits his Momma, but rarely spends time with his old man when he's there. He took after him, but hates the old fuck.

I'll also take the chance to present different ways he'd come across potential partners:

You're his nibling.

You're the pretty young neighbour that just moved in way down the street (his house has a lot of land). Must be lonely. He could help you out there.

You're a cashier he really likes at his favourite coffee shop (this man drinks so much coffee, please stop him).

You're the newest hire at work. You're not cut out for the job in his mind. You'd be much better elsewhere.

You're another person who likes camping the same spots as him, and he comes across you quite regularly.

You work at the kennel he goes to when he has the urge to buy a dog. It would be cruel, he's never home. But if he took you home... well then his future dog wouldn't be so lonely.

#spill your guts #anonymous #darius radner #'nw misogyny' #'nw transphobia' #'nw internalised homophobia' #'nw inc*st' #'nw grapefruit' #'nw abortion'

[dingyuxi]

z anon again also i agree w yamh!! it's always so refreshing to see no love triangles!!!! also DID YOU SEEEEEE YUMI'S CELLS 2 IS GETTING RELEASEDDDD IN JUNEEEEEEEE. like i was emo over why her being released late but to think that two of my most anticipated dramas are going to be airing the same time *melts* also plus and minus is the first taiwanese bl ive seen but im soooo in love w it!! i swear good bls keep coming out, maybe it's because i'm watching based on what i see you rb/create hehe. also sooo tru, kinnporsche is full of eye candy but i also enjoy the banter and action scenes. like i think it's my favorite thai drama overall so far, altho i'm not too exposed to thai media!! also thank u for validating that i dont need to finish it because it is... definitely not worth it imo. like the more i sit w the fact that they used the slur sm the more i'm like :/// not for me....also i don't mind xu kai but a mutual literally hates him so going into falling into your smile i was expecting like full blown terrible 발연기 but it wasn't bad at all kdgjnkjn. shooting stars is v mediocre which is a shame, and since i'm part black the problematic elements of the drama have caused me to drop it. the only reason i'll watch the drama r cameos since ik we're getting a find me in your memory cameo/reunion!!!!! i hated our blues tbh but i'm enjoying the highschoolers' plot and look forward to han jimin and kim woobin. i feel like han jimin can do no wrong, she could be a murderer for a role and i'd be like "ykno, maybe they deserved it..." also thank u!! i will add these to my watchlist for more dramas! this week and next are my wrapping up as well so it is hectic but then we have summer to relax!! at least i do since i'm not doing an internship this yr!! hang in there and i hope you receive the grades you desire!! also i've been seeing your gifsets for going to you at 493km/h and I LOVE THIS DRAMA SM!!! i think the two leads have great chem and are really underrated actors so hopefully the ratings get better :( also jo hanchul always delivers w whichever role he chooses!! ALSO since my last message i've been watching miss crow and mr lizard and i'm alr on ep 18.. IT'S SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!! - z

hiiii this is very late but here I am!! Finally responding 💕💕💕I SAW THE POSTERS YES. i admit I didn’t watch season one but jinyoung is lead this time so!! i might just have to watch now. what’s your other most anticipated drama? the BLs are really stepping up their game recently. it’s great to see. i can’t wait for to my star 2 to drop because we need that natural chemistry back in our screens again and hwang da seul beloved we can always trust her to deliver. I’ve still only gotten a chance to watch the first ep of plus and minus but!!! i really like their dynamic so I’ll probably just binge it eventually. “maybe it’s because I’m watching based on what you rb/create” 🥺🥺 now the pressure is on! hopefully I don’t lead you astray fjsks. LOLLL why does she hate xukai spill the tea. i don’t really have any opinion on him except he had that one set is photos and I was like oh? He’s kinda hot here. I’ll be honest I dropped shooting stars I watched the first episode and then never continued it just didn’t grab me enough I guess. oof yeah I can see how that would hit too close to home, I support you dropping it, you gotta do what’s best for you! i also dropped our blues lmfaoo it was too depressing and also the women keep getting the short end of the stick. i was watching mostly for the high schoolers too but even then the writers chose the messiest plot lines I swear. also the anti-abortion propaganda was going full force. LAP is cute, ngl I was getting a little annoyed at everyone being as*es to taeyang tho and the continuous circling around the big “secret” but at least this week we got some progression in the right direction! MISS CROW AND MR LIZRAD!! Ugh I loved the otp there sm (the ending was annoyingly rushed tho 😔 but other than that! loved them) I’ve been in the mood for crime/investigation dramas recently so that’s what I’ve been watching most recently. Congrats on finishing your semester and I hope you get to spend a really fun a relaxing summer vacation! You deserve it ^^

#asks #anon #answered

[bearsintreesofficial]

hi! if you live in england, please read and consider signal boosting.

we're a band from south london called bears in trees - we're a bit like one direction, if they wrote folk punk music instead. we started seven years ago in high school. tomorrow, we're going on our first ever tour. it's coincidentally our first headline tour too!

we're going to manchester, birmingham, nottingham, bristol and london. there are still a few tickets left for each and we'd quite like to sell it out. if you're not going, i guess this post is to try and convince you - even if you haven't heard of us.

i hope that a few years from now the people seeing us on this tour, in venues that hold around 200-300 people, will be able to look back and say they saw us before we started playing festivals in the same way mcr fans who saw them while gerard had teal roots are the gold standard. i know that sounds a little grandiose and this is going to age absolutely terribly in a few years should that not happen, but ykno, dream big.

the prospect of being in a crowd again seems daunting, but we're hoping that now live music is back it's back for good. if you've missed that in the past year and a half and want to see a band that's spent the past seven years on tumblr dot com then we could be the band for you! all venues are 14+ are tickets are £10 tops. i don't have teal roots but hey! you can't have everything you want.

if you are looking for something fun to do this weekend/next week then tickets for every venue are here.

if you want to find people to go with or meet people before your show, our discord server has a channel for every venue - you can join here.

hopefully you'll see us and feel some sort of home, albeit with ivy creeping up the walls and paintings hanging just a little off centre. you never know.

and the signal boosting? well to be honest we'd very much like to sell it out, and if this is what gets you interested enough to take a chance then hey! see ya there.

thanks for reading.

#waterparks #my chemical romance #fall out boy #idkhow #dodie #cavetown

[helianthus-tarot]

FUTURE SPOUSE: First date and your feelings after

We will look into the date itself and you guys’ feelings after the date. Just keep in mind this is a general reading and we only have 4 piles. This is going to be about the first date you’ll have with your future spouse. You can also ask about your future long-term partner. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t; the message may be for someone else, or there may be no message for you in this reading.

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Instructions: Focus on the topic and ask yourself the question. Choose a number/picture that you feel the most drawn to or that you can’t stop looking at. Trust your intuition. May the message resonate. Let me know which pile you choose! Feedback is appreciated!

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PILE 1

How the date will go: 4 of Wands, 6 of Cups, 10 of Wands

When I first saw 4 of Wands, the word community came to my mind. Family. Events. I think you both will go to some kind of festival/event, which will be participated by either your friends or their friends; people who you/they consider close. For example, if your future spouse had been involved in the arts community, then they would bring you to that kind of place. This place will feel familiar to one of you, and not familiar to the other; it will feel welcoming nevertheless. There will be food vendors, entertainment, interesting activities/exhibition. It could also be a cultural exchange festival. It’s not fine-dining or high-end things, it feels like home and comfort. Very casual. Eating while walking type of date. Breezy and bright day. There will be plants and flowers.

This is your soulmate. There will be this soul recognition when you guys talk with each other. You guys will have conversations about your childhood memories, upbringing, how you become the person you are, challenges you went through when you were young. Nothing too deep or dark, but it will still be personal. One or both of you will talk about responsibilities you have over your family, and what kind of perspective you form due to the experience, etc. Due to all the walking and talking, I guess at the end of the day you both will feel a bit physically tired. Emotionally you will enjoy the date.

How you will feel after: Queen of Cups

I think you will get a surge of emotions telling you clearly that you like this person. You will also miss them right after you guys part. It also feels like you will want to shower your person with a lot of love, but you will also wonder if you should hold yourself back or something because ykno it's too early in the relationship, right. You will be all smiley and thinking back on that day.

How they will feel after: 8 of Wands

Certain. They will know they want to continue whatever you guys have, and they will also probably feel a bit impatient and excited for another date. It also feels like they will want to communicate with you (messaging, calling) right after the date but I think they will let you have your rest, probably only sending simple good night text. 

Both of you will know you want this relationship, while a part of you both will feel eager and be overflowing with emotions- another part of you will know to let things flow naturally and enjoy the process.

PILE 2

How the date will go: Ace of Pentacles, 4 of Cups, Justice  

Look, I think both of you will go to this date with some kind of alertness. It’s like you want to inspect and assess the other person. I think this energy can come from both of you, but your future spouse will hide it well. I think your future spouse will be the one who asks you to go on a date, they will be the one who looks like they want this- the one who will be offering their heart and you will be oookay sure and ready to assess them. But actually, deep down, they will have this… some kind of defensiveness or wall. Since I saw 9 of Wands, 10 of Wands, 5 of Swords and etc, I think it will be because they have had bad experiences with dating/relationship. So while they will want this, there will be a part of them that holds onto that wall, just in case. This person might be your coworker, I saw 3 of Pentacles and King of Pentacles while shuffling. Your superior?  

As for the details; I think it will happen somewhere indoor. For some of you, it could be near some greenery, it will be indoor but there will be open space of some kind (through which you can see outside). My first thought was that it would be something common and straightforward like a dinner date or just going to a restaurant kind of date. The restaurant might be a bit polished, not too high-end, but not shabby either. It’s like middle class to upper middle class vibe. Definitely not street food. Could have dark or burgundy interior, low lighting. I think you guys will be straightforward in your conversation and in your intentions. Whatever you decide to talk about, both of you will use that as an opportunity to assess the suitability of the other person. You guys might also talk about your life, your goals, your plans, etc. This feels like a date to marry, if not marriage- then long term relationship. Both of you will not want to play games.

There will be emotion/romance in this whole thing because we do have a Cups card, but it won’t be apparent besides the ambience of the restaurant I guess. Your spouse could be charming and will do all the appropriate things. I suspect that both of you either have strong earth or air in your chart. This is so analytical and mature. 

What you will feel after: 9 of Pentacles

Oh you will like it. Whatever you will see or hear from them, it will fit your vision and your preference/taste just fine. 9 of Pentacles is my ‘enjoying the fruits of your labor’ card, so you will feel satisfied. I think the date will influence your mood positively that once you reach home you will be ready to pamper yourself with self-care activities (having a bath, doing elaborate skincare, applying a nail polish, etc).

What they will feel after: 9 of Wands

This is what I meant by the emotional wall. Your person will feel wary. I think after the date they will be thinking about it, trying to turn it upside down in their mind and reassess every possible aspect. They will be like this because of their past experience, it will make them cautious. I asked what this 9 of Wands is about, and got 9 of Cups and 7 of Cups lmao. Honey, one of the reasons why they will be so cautious is that you will feel like a dream comes true, their wish, too good to be true is this even real? I guess a part of them will feel scared to believe in case they get disappointed. So they will deal with this by picking apart their experience- to see if it is indeed safe to let go. They will see it eventually though, don’t worry.

PILE 3

What the date will be like: 7 of Cups, 6 of Cups, Queen of Cups

I think someone here will go to this date without fully wanting to go. Probably your future spouse. I think they will be busy with some other things in their life. And for some of you, their friends/family members will suggest that they take a break and go on a date or something. I think they will go into this whole thing not expecting much, but of course they will end up feeling surprised. The whole date will be full of emotions though, you guys will connect emotionally first. I think both of you will talk about things that are important to you in a relationship, your hope in life, your purpose- overall it will be a spiritual conversation. Although your spouse won’t expect much initially, they will still treat you well and actually listen to what you have to say. You guys might also talk about your childhood memories, sharing personal stories (eg. talking about that one time you and your dad went fishing, etc).

It is likely that you will have this date somewhere familiar to both of you, or at least somewhere that will feel comforting or safe. Some of you might have this date near the beach or body of water. Summer dress. It will be during the day or at least late afternoon. There will be some greenery in the area. You would come as a surprise really, they will not expect to get much out of this date but then when you meet and you guys talk- both will feel that spiritual connection. 6 of Cups can signify soulmate, 7 is a spiritual number.

How you will feel after: 6 of Wands

You will feel good. You will feel like the destination is near, that you are moving toward what you want. You will also feel as if you have just hit the jackpot, perhaps your future spouse is an attractive person, or perhaps they fit your type pretty well. There will be giddiness that you will feel after the date. Some of you will want to tell your friends about it.

How they will feel after: The Tower

Lmao. Here’s the thing. I think your future spouse will be busy at that point in their life, they will not be where they want to be yet. So when they meet you and realize holy shit I want this person? But right now? Can I really? So in order to go after you they will need to sort some shit first. It could be their job, it could be leftover connection they had with their ex (i.e cutting the cord), to finalize something in their life, etc. Things in their life will be hectic soon after the date. 

I asked how long until they would actively pursue you, and you got Knight of Pentacles. Oof. Your person will be busy with their work, probably working for a promotion, a change of job or something. The progress will be a bit slow. Be patient because you’ll get the abundance of The Empress.

PILE 4

How the date will be like: Queen of Cups, Wheel of Fortune, Knight of Swords

It will be a quick date. Not bad or anything, I just feel like your future spouse will be squeezing the date into their packed schedule. You guys might go and grab some lunch. It will not be a full day date. Your person might come from a different country, culture/ethnic, know some other languages that you don’t. Or the restaurant itself will be serving food that does not belong to your culture. They might also work somewhere that requires travel, so they are the kind of person who moves fast, on-the-go. This person will have strong fire/air influence, they will come across as bold and clear. Strong voice. Alert stare. Aries rising? There is strong mars influence. Your meeting is probably destined in some way, but at the same time the date will be unplanned. Sort of like, you both just decide to go out and grab some lunch together, and call it a date.

You will talk about different topics, big topics; probably the politics, economy, business, etc. Your future spouse will probably be the one who initiates this conversation simply because they deal with those areas at work so it’s what they are familiar with- not to be condescending or anything. Whatever view you will share with this person, it will be imbued with empathy and care for society/people. Your person will take the logical, cold hard facts approach. That- might pose a bit of a problem. Do you have Cancer placements in your chart They might feel too blunt for you, at first, because of how frank they can be. Sagittarius Mars? Sag Moon? I know how blunt they can be and usually they don’t even realize it. But your person will want to solve problems, they will want to understand. 

How you will feel after: 7 of Wands

I think you will feel… how to say this, defensive? Challenged? Like honestly I don’t want to say this but your future spouse might say something during the date- which will kinda piss you off. If you guys have an intellectual discussion about something, I think you will go back home and search for materials to prove that they are wrong lol. The advice here is, whatever they say, try to not take it personally or as an attack to your identity/belief. I think they will be willing to listen to your opinion but their strength is being analytical- that’s what they do, that’s who they are. Asking them to approach a problem from an emotional/spiritual standpoint first would be like asking a fish to walk. This does not mean they are not willing to consider the emotional/spiritual side of things. If you can make it make sense and practical, then they will be able to accept it just fine.

How they will feel after: 3 of Wands

You see, I think they will see this as something that can work lol. I think they will have made their decision about you even before that day. They will want to see what else is possible between you two, and if you guys can move forward together. They will feel positive about your future together to be honest. They also perhaps will secretly admire how deeply you care about things, they just won’t know how to do it the way you do it.

You guys just perhaps need to do a little bit of readjustment in regard to how you both process information and approach problems. You might want the same thing but approach the issue in different ways. So be willing to listen to and consider each other’s point of view, of course. Learn to speak each other’s languages.

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[bonvoyagenoona]

i feel like amomk seokjinnie always calls mrs kim whenever he gets stuck while cooking or trying out a new recipe at his own place. it doesn’t happen often as he’s a great cook but when it DOES happen he just speed dials mrs kim and goes “eomma do you think i can replace this with this if the broth is this and this but the this is that and this” ykno

OMG YES! 🥺 And she always answers!

It's 4 AM. Mrs. Kim stirs and then wakes at her phone ringing. She realizes it's Jin on a video call. She rolls out of bed and tiptoes into the hall so that she doesn't wake Mr. Kim.

Mrs. Kim: (squinting in her phone's light, whispering) Seokjinnie?

Jin: (speaking between clinks in the kitchen; voice is slurring; eyes are red) Sorry, Eomma, I'm really dru--- Ah, I mean, uh, I, ummmm, can't sleep, and nothing's open, and I'm hungry, and---

Mrs. Kim: (sigh) What are you making?

Jin: Just did a bit of pork, but I want it with gochujang, and I ran out.

Mrs. Kim: Mix some chili powder if you have it with flour, soy sauce, sugar, and sesame oil.

Jin: I also want to make some of that spinach soup you made us, but but I'm out of perilla leaf powder?

Mrs. Kim: Sesame seed powder should work, too.

Jin: Ah, thank you Eomma. Sorry to wake you.

Mrs. Kim: I'm surprised you're missing so many ingredients. You're always so busy with work.

Jin: A client dinner went really late. (he smiles cheesily)

Mrs. Kim: (skeptical) Mmhmm. (serious) Do you need me to pick you up some things so you can take them home with you on Sunday?

Jin: No, that's OK. I'm going on a beer run later tonight.

Mrs. Kim: (sighing, somewhat annoyed) Seokjinnie.

#asks #your asks #anon #amomk #a map of mrs. kims #waaahh this is too cute #ugh #please #drunk jin with his adorable voice #ughhhhh

[nitroish]

Any angsty head cannons for Time and Sky?

lets get this bread

time keeps an eye on the moon when its that full moon time of month. he takes more watches during hours when the moon hits its peak at night. he startles at ocarina music thats played nearby during the time around those full moons. there are certain songs he Can Not hear or it will hit too close - the song of time, zeldas lullaby, the song of healing. (i dont know if any of the other links know these but i feel like One of them knows them.)

he usually takes his armour off for resting at inns and shit. while camping he doesnt really take it off unless theyre Staying Put for the night and someones done a perimeter check and they know there arent monsters around. (trying to put on armour quickly is fucking unheard of - hed rather they know theres nothing around atm before taking off his defense.) but during full moon nights, no matter what, the armour stays on.

time misses malon. he knows he can be away from her for days, weeks, months, and he is fine with it. but they still miss eachother, a lot. they arent exempt. he wishes he didnt have to go and leave her again for an adventure, but he also doesnt regret joining this adventure. he knows theyll be alright, and she knows too. its bittersweet, but time will wait and move along with the adventure, and she will wait and move along with whatever she does, and they will wait for eachother. theyve done it before, theyd do it again. (and again.) their reunion will be full of fucking love and joy that they deserve, and full of a weariness and longing that they shouldnt have to deal with this often.

sky also watches the sky but for different reasons. he watches the clouds roll by, and on cloudy days where there isnt any blue he imagines an island just above them that they just cant see. he imagines the music that plays in town, and he takes a moment to send well wishes to sun, his home, and his loftwing. he misses suns smiles and entusiasm, the bright colours and the welcoming atmosphere, and he misses flying with his soulmate.

times question as to who he is without them is daunting and scary, but he knows who he is; he is hylias chosen, he helped save sun, and he defeated demise. he did his job and did it well. he carves (i forget the name of what exactly he does), he likes to relax and enjoy the moments he is in, he 'has his head in the clouds', and he loves helping people.

his name is link, and without home he knows he would feel like a flightless bird. he can exist without it - he would and will exist one day without it. but there would still be things to miss. the support and stability of family and a tightly knit community is something he grew up with - he would miss it all. (and he knows thats okay, too.)

sky doesnt like being late much, at least not to helping someone who needs it. especially when hes just missed them - or whatever they needed. he apologizes and tries to make it up next time. maybe he doesnt, but hes determined to make it up to them eventually.

hes tired - but there are reasons and he isnt just napping to nap. hes tired after he does things that use up stamina; running, fighting, or swimming. after long days of braving hot weather that dehydrates him or cold weather that burns his lungs. asthsma, chronic fatigue syndrome, whatever you feel op.

(stamina fruits are nice. maybe wild could pick some when they eventually visit skyloft? i dont know how well they keep, or if they do at all. sky just seems to eat them right after picking them up so?? hm. til then wild Does have his own stamina shit but ykno.)

#ask #anonymous #this ones extra long oops #hc tag

[softlyjiminie]

last christmas | p.j.m

⇢ paring(s): park jimin x reader, brother!kim taehyung.

⇢ word count: 10.1K ( rip mobile users. )

⇢ genre: angst, fluff, slow-burn romance, imaginary friend!au, idol!au.

⇢ summary: you couldn't remember the last time you’d smiled, especially at christmas. a time for cheer and joyfulness, but for you a reminder of what was lost. you couldn't remember the last time you smiled, that is until, park jimin came along. 

⇢ warning(s):  please read! mentions of death, mentions of car accidents, mentions of surgeries and blood (transfusions), swearing, heavy angst (promise there’s a happy ending on this).

⇢ author’s note(s): merry christmas everyone! I finally present myself as ginger and here is my secret santa gift for @fantasybangtan as part of the @btswriterscollective​ secret santa project! i hope you enjoy it! this fic is loosely based of off the christmas movie ‘last christmas’, but you don't need to have seen it to understand <3

“hello? hellooo? hello!” 

you snap back to your unfortunately reality, the sound of the customer’s voice piercing right through your day dream. she gives you a menacing stare as if she’s taunting you with a fight. you take a step back, keeping your head down as you address her, “hi how can i help you?” you ask, doing your best to seem enthusiastic, after all, you are working a late shift during the holidays. you know that the owner needs it to bring in extra cash, it ensures the cafe will survive the winter.

“god, what does it take to get some service around here?” 

unimpressed, the customer rolls her eyes and places an order. she watches you with disgust as you walk away, her  eyes are burning holes into the back of your neck. you have half a mind to spit into the froth of her latte, but you can’t risk losing another job so close to christmas. fixing the lid on the latte, you almost jump in shock as your phone vibrates in your pocket. the scalding brown liquid jolts out of the cup, burning your fingers and causing you whimper in pain. you place the cup down on the counter and suck the coffee off of your fingers. 

“hello?” you chirp into the phone, keeping your voice low in order not to make a scene. the customer is jeering behind you, becoming irate but you ignore her in favour for the searing burns forming on your fingers. 

the call rustles slightly before connecting fully, allowing you time to throw a look over your shoulder at your colleague who’s trying to calm customers down. “YN...? oh my- hey! you picked up!”

“what is it taehyung?” you can’t help but growl at your younger brother, the tone in your voice coming off as a sneer. you know that if you were back home, the boy’s boxy grin would have faltered. you flinch with guilt, knowing he only means well. he misses you. “i mean...how can i help you tae tae?” 

your voice softens as does your face when you press the phone closer to your ear, you can sense his hesitance you speak. taehyung doesn’t want to mess up and not hear from you again. you’d only hopped since moving out of town that you would become less of a burden to your family, distancing yourself for a reason. 

“mum wants to know when you’re home for christmas...” the younger boy whispers sadly into the phone, causes making you grip the device tightly and hold it away from your ear. you take a deep breath and hope it can’t be heard down the line.

“i’m really sorry pal,” you start, half apologetically. you let a lie twist in your mind to excuse yourself from the phone and get back to your work, you don’t want to deal with your helicopter parent of a mother and worrying brother. “i gotta get back to work, i’ll text you later.” 

it was a simple white lie. “ah...okay... i love you.” 

“love you too tae.” 

you hang up the phone as quickly as possible, shoving the sleek device back into your apron pocket. taking the semi cold latte, you hand it over the customer hurriedly and take down the price for having her wait so long. she pays by card, glaring at you before turning to her friends. “you’d think the workers here would be more competent.” 

you’re tired, you’ve been on your feet all day and now guilt crawls your mind and feasts on it due to the treatment of your brother. this customer is getting on your last nerves, you can’t help it when you curse at her from under your breath. by some cruel twist of fate the lady with the over the top and probably fake fur coat marches her way back over to you. her eyes speak a million venomous words and you barely have any time to react before she’s dumping her latte all over you.

you barely have time to react, wiping your eyes of the creamy liquid. god you hated this time of year.

after cleaning up and changing into a spare pair of clothes from the employee backroom, you’re sent home for the rest of the week. your boss apologises profusely for the fussy customer and helps bandage up the burns from earlier. working is impossible with injured hands, you’ll be back when you’re better. but for now, a dark grey cloud of demotivation hangs above your head like an ornament on a Christmas tree, without work you have nothing to do. out of a job for three days and no paid leave. it couldn’t be a worse time, with you needing to send gifts and pay bills over the christmas period.

life really had it out for you. 

sighing, you continue your trek into the cold and burry your cheeks into the safety of your winter jacket. you hate the cold with a burning passion (how ironic) and you know your mother would disapprove of the thin uniform and worn down jacket you wear to work. it does nothing to protect you from the frost that nips at your nose. 

the floor is icy, soaking though your beat down shoes and into your socks, nonetheless you pay no mind as you trudge home, passing the winter market. your heart is set on drowning in blankets and watching old movies with yourself, so focused on a night in that you don’t realise the stranger heading right for you. 

“hey! watch out!” you squeal but you’ve already collided with the man, who’s spiralling to the floor and slipping on the icy sidewalk. with his flailing hand locked in your grip you manage to stop the stranger from hitting the floor, but somehow he’s knocked his head on the way down. “oh my god...are you... are you okay?” 

hot breath forms cloudy puffs in the night air while the man tames his breathing. normally, you would have given the culprit a death glare and kept it moving but something within you is telling you to stay. crouching on your knees, you hope to the heavens that you haven’t killed the guy and wave a hand in front of his face.  “fine, fine...just please stop touching me, you might make it worse.” he mumbles softly, pulling back from you as if your clumsiness will cause him more pain than wanted.

you frown and back away a little bit, weary of causing anymore damage. “right, sorry uh-...” you trail off in search of his name, in which he replies with a short ‘jimin’. “jimin! yes! i’m really sorry, we should probably get your head checked out but the A&E can get really busy around this time...”

without much thought, you offer jimin your hand to pull him to stand, the grin that’s paired with it is sheepish. “that’s okay,” jimin hums and pulls off his seemingly expensive looking fur hat. he dabs his fingers under the fringe of his cotton candy tinted hair and gasps at the small spots of blood that stain his fingertips. your eyes drift down to the cursed crimson marks on his hand, making you gasp as you slap a hand over your mouth. “i can probably get this patched up somewhere else.” 

this is it, this is your opportunity to make it up to this...rather handsome looking man. now that you’re staring (you should probably stop before it gets weird), you notice how pretty the stranger-jimin- actually is. his features are sloping and dainty under the yellow hum of the street lamps, his droopy eyes seem warm and inviting and the curve of his lips make you want to- “i could! i could...patch you up” you catch yourself before you start to drool, sending your gaze elsewhere. “i live not too far from here, and it beats waiting in a hospital all night?” 

jimin smiles brightly at your suggestion, moon crescent eyes crinkling at the corner and you swear your heart beats a little faster. maybe life, was, on your side. “that’s awfully kind of you, thank you miss-?” 

“YN,” you smile and start to lead him towards your home. “YN is fine.” 

“thank you, YN.” jimin replies sweetly, following you. 

you almost forget your fingers are still intertwined.

now that you think about it, inviting a complete stranger into your tiny apartment probably wasn’t the best idea. after all, all you had to go by was a pretty name and a ridiculously handsome face. 

you live alone and have never even met your neighbours, so if he did happen to be some kind of psycho, no one would ever find you. 

great. 

standing in the kitchen, you can’t help but stare at jimin and observe the way he takes in his surroundings. he’s almost jovial, like a child, but in a cute sort of way. you were supposed to be making hot chocolate, at least that’s what jimin thought when he turned his head and caught your gaze from the living room. the pink haired male giggles quietly as you blush, having been caught gawking, and duck your head to avoid his honey eyes.

“thank you,” jimin mumbles as he sips on the festive drink once it’s made, the heated liquid warms him from the inside out and he hums in content when the sweet chocolate hits his tongue. “ykno, for bandaging me up and letting me sit down for a bit.” 

you blow lightly on your own not chocolate, shaking your head. “not at all, it’s the least i could do for almost knocking you out.” you tilt your head up at the patch on his forehead, the cut hadn’t been too deep and you were able to clean it out with some disinfectant. 

the chuckle that flows from jimin’s lips is like a lullaby in itself,  making you sighs dreamily. “maybe it would have knocked some sense into me...i don’t even remember how i got to the market and i feel like i’m a bit far from home.” jimin ponders out loud, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as you tuck your knees into your chest to sit more comfortably. it wouldn’t be very smart of you, but if jimin was lost and needed a place to stay, then who were you to send him back onto the streets? he didn’t seem like a mass murderer, he’s cute and after all you could use the company.

seems like a perfect idea!

“hey jimin... why don’t you stay with me for a while?” you suggest quietly, grasping his attention as he looks at you with raised brows. “i mean just until you figure out where you’re going next, after all i did give you a pretty nasty scar and hotels around here can be expensive around this time of year...”

you start to babble, scared by his shocked reaction. you’re so far gone into your rambling that you don’t realise how jimin has jumped up and is now holding your hands in his. “that’s so kind of you YN, i’d love to take you up on that offer, as long as i’m not imposing.” he whispers appreciatively, stars glistening in his coffee-black eyes.

you shake your head slowly, captivated by the way he’s looking at you. 

“not at all jimin, don’t worry, you wouldn’t be.” 

the male with the dusky skies weaved into his shining locks only smiles again, enveloping you in a grateful hug as he whispers a small ‘thank you’. you gently lay his back, feeling a sense of familiarity and warmth settle in your chest. 

you embrace the hug and dismiss the feeling, making a mental note to get more blankets for jimin. he’s freezing. 

you room seems suspiciously cold when you rouse from the pits of sleep the following morning. faint memories from the night before fill your head while you rub the sleep from your eyes. you remember burning your fingers, bumping into a stranger and inviting jimin into your home.

jimin! 

scrambling up, you wrap the blankets around yourself while the fabric bunch at your ankles. you trudge down the hall way, and at a stop where your kitchen is, frowning at the wide-open back door. the outside is coated in a thick blanket of heavy snow, and you realise why it was so cold. “jimin, hello? anyone there?” you call and receive no response. panics shoots down your spine, what if jimin had been a crazy psychopath? what if he’d stolen some of your belongings and was pawning it off right now? you gasp in terror and rush forward to lock the door. 

foot steps from afar cause you to jump and you grab the nearest thing to you (an empty mug), preparing to defend yourself against the potential serial killer in your house.

the kitchen door opens and you whack the intruder in the stomach with the mug, dropping it when you spot tufts of soft rose hair from underneath the beanie. “oh my god jimin! i thought you were an intruder!”

he doubles over in pain and you catch him just before he falls to the ground, the second time in 24-hours that you’d injured the poor guy. the pink haired man gives you a thumbs up, wavering away your apologies and ‘how can i make it up to you’s “it’s fine...i should have told you that i popped outside for a bit,” jimin explains and sits down to rub at his tummy with an endearing pout “and don’t worry, i’m pretty sure i’m not a serial killer.” 

his light laughter and the warm feeling in your chest put your mind at ease. “that’s exactly what a serial killer would say,” you taunt back and lean over to fix jimin’s hat over his hair, noting the pink rosey tint to his cheeks and nose from where he’d been out in the snow. “why were you out there anyways?” 

“i wanted to see the snow, we don’t have much where i’m from.” he says, an icy chill spreading from where you touched him to down your spine. you pull back and lock down at your hands, rubbing them together. why was he so cold? 

you furrow your eye brows at his distant look. “where are you from jimin?” 

“somewhere in seoul, i travel a lot.” jimin turns to look at you, frowning as if he’s not quite sure if his own answer. you choose not to pry, instead moving onto asking him more generic questions, just to get to know him a little bit. 

“you’re so weird.” you say after an hour of sitting on the floor with him, talking about everything and anything. 

jimin smiles, crescent moon eyes reminding you of clear starry nights and shooting stars as the snow builds up outside. “aren’t the weirdest people, the best kind of people?” 

you hum for a moment, pondering silently. “i guess why are.”

that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

as it turns out, jimin was stranded in your home for a few more weeks, possibly until christmas. the news reported heavy snowfall and freezing temperatures for the coming weeks, leading to most couples being wrapped up warm with cosy nights in.

you however, were stuck working more late nights and long hour shifts, missing out on all the the holiday romance. not that you cared for it. in the meantime, having jimin’s company when you came home from long shifts was always a treat, he would sing you sweet songs as he helped you cook or ran you hot baths to relax tense muscles, listening as you ranted about bitchy customers. jimin was tender with you, so very understanding and caring with you when you were down but willing to go on late night adventures into the freezing unknown when you were full of energy.

some nights, he would disappear, leaving you alone in your dark apartment with the chill of loneliness knocking at your window. being alone was normal for you, even at times like christmas where others would bask in the bright light of their families and friends. you didn’t have that, you made sure of it. other times jimin would come to your home practically frozen from head to toe, he never mentioned where he went or why he was so cold but you cherished every moment of his return when it came by. he was the only one who made it seem like your company was worthwhile. 

“boo!” 

you squeal and jump away from the oncoming voice, barely catching yourself as your footing fails beneath you. a pair of strong, toned arms wrap around your waist and hold you up, twirling you around and causing you so squeal even louder. hands grip at jimin’s strong shoulders as your laughter bubbles through the winter air. the man himself offers you a bright smile, the rose that inks his cheeks  prettily matching the pink of his hair. “put me down you, you pink lump!” You manage between giggles, clinging onto jimin tightly as he sets you onto steady ground. the world comes to a standstill, the spinning making your head feel light but you smile brightly nonetheless. “where have you been? i missed you! are you okay? how did you get here?”

jimin throws his head back in back in laughter at your flurry of questions, running a hand through his wind swept locks. “YN, YN, one question at a time, darling.”

“darling?  and did you get a hair cut?” you don’t mean to pry, but after a gruelling day, jimin’s smile is all you need to have your heart warmed and spirits lifted. 

“YN!”

“sorry, sorry i just missed you is all,” you shrug and allow jimin to pull you into his chest as you waddle down the streets, path illuminated by the endless santa clauses’ that light up shop windows along with their reindeer counterparts. christmas lights woven into trees, create a warm glow around jimin’s rounded face and for the first time, you see him differently.

jimin squeezes you once, looking down at you. “yes i cut my hair and i had to take care to take care of some business.” 

he doesn’t go into anymore detail, he never does. you almost never find out where he’s been or what he’s doing, part of you doesn’t want to know. maybe he’s here for someone else and is just trying to spare your feelings. wait. feelings? you hoped that you hadn’t started falling for jimin, you couldn’t be. it had only been a few weeks but you felt like you had known him but you felt like you knew everything there was to know about him.  jimin notices you staring off into the distance, admiring the lights so it seems and frowns to himself. 

“hey...YN, why don’t you have any lights?”

“hm?” you mumble, absentmindedly, as his soft spoken voice pulls you from your thoughts.

“christmas lights…you don’t have any!” jimin pouts with puppy eyes, letting go of you in favour for grabbing your smaller hand in his, whilst his fingertips scream cold, your heart screams louder at the simple touch. With a bounce in his step, the pink haired boy leads you over to one of the stalls in the chirstmas market, searching earnestly for a small box of lights.

you falter, biting your lip. “i’ve never been one for christmas…” you say quietly, but jimin is having none of it.

“maybe thats because you don’t immerse yourself in it.”

you watch him ponder and giggle at all the choices, and soon his arms are full of multicoloured lights of all shapes and sizes, along with a few ornamnets and a miniature potted christmas tree for you to decorate together. “jiminie...wh-what are we doing?” you ask, as pay for the lights, unable to say no to his sweet smile. you’ll check your dying bank balance later, praying that it’s not in the minuses.

“decorating, silly!” he squeals giddily, grabbing your hand again and tugging you home at a much faster pace than before. as soon as you step through the doors, jimin is kicking off his shoes and throwing his jacket on the hooks, barely giving you enough time as he pesters you to hurry up. with both hands in his, jimin leads you into the living room and twirls you around. 

he let’s go of you to set some quiet music up on the speaker, dumping all of the decorations out onto the floor. jimin makes quick work of untangling the rainbow lights, stringing them above your tv as he whines for you to hang some of the ornaments and stockings up. “we’re going to turn this boring old apartment, into something christmasy.”

“this place is already magical!” you protest with a light huff, shoving his shoulder before kneeling down to unbox the tiny tree. “i can’t believe i let you coerce me into buying this…” you mumble and earn yourself a nudge to the shoulder by jimin’s foot. 

he slides to his knees to help you fix it’s branches once he’s done with his decorating, tilting his head to look at you discretely. your cheeks hot at his closeness and you do your best to hide it from him. “It’s only magical because i’m here.” you can’t help but smile fondly as jimin takes your hand in his, squeezing it slightly and bringing your linked hands up to his lips to kiss. your heart races rapidly but the moment is cut short by the ringing of your phone over the speaker. you quickly grab your phone, ignoring the contact name ‘taetae’ that flashes on the screen. the music resumes and you sit on the floor, feeling panicked. “who was it?”

“no one.”

“no one, like your brother?” jimin asks, changing the song to a softer one, looking directly at you. you wrap your arms around yourself and shrug, you’d told jimin stories of your family, not many but enough for him to know their names and faces. he shuffles over to you, taking you into his arms as you ignore the tears threatening to spill. “you should call him.”

“I can’t.”

“you only say you can’t, because you’re afraid to…but really, you know that you need him just as much as he needs you.” 

jimin doesn’t touch more on the subject after that, instead, he stands and holds a hand out for you. you take it, watching him with wide eyes as he switches on the lights, allowing them to glitter around you and illuminate the room. jimin gently tugs you into his chest after turning up the music, kissing your forehead and snaking arms around your waist. you allow yourself to sway with him as he embraces your vulnerability.

and it is with a waking start, that you realise you’re completely in love with jimin.

jimin leaves again just days after, leaving an empty hole in your heart. you hate that he leaves without a trace, you almost hate how quickly you’ve fallen for him but every part of your ind, body and soul is telling you that is is okay. in meantime, you decide that with your new found free time, that you will fill the space with good deeds. 

you want to be kinder, be better and being with jimin has made you realise your potential to be kinder. 

at work, you arrive early and cover your new temporary colleague who’s struggling to keep up with the machines and work loads, you even find time to bring in a batch of christmas cookies for everyone to share, as a thanks for supporting you and being your family away from family. you finally get around to meeting those neighbours, finding out that they have the cutest puppy in the entire world, named bruno, who reminds you very much of your little brother’s dog back home.

lastly, you get round to calling taehyung. the ringer brings up a bubble of anxiety in your chest, it’s daunting, thinking about talking to him again. He’s your brother, you remind yourself as you wait for him to pick up, he loves you. you convince yourself that any hostility you receive is well deserved, and hold your breath waiting for an answer. “he-hello?” your brother’s deep voice hesitates, and you sigh gently Into the phone. 

“hi baby brother…” you breathe, hearing his own breath hitch over the phone as you clutch the device. “i miss you so much and i’m so sorry.”

a door closes on the end of the line, you assume that taehyung is moving rooms for you to get some quiet, most likely away from your nosey mother or other intruding ears. “YN… i miss you too, why are you sorry?” His voice sounds so confused and genuine, guilt consumes you for abandoning your brother when he needed you most but now you’ve been shown that you have a chance to fix things. 

you take a deep breath once more, holding back tears. “i’ve been a bad big sister…”

“YN-ah no, no…” taehyung starts. it doesn’t take long before the dam breaks, and everything spills out. everything that held you back from your family is laid out on the line for your younger sibling and he understands. you spend the next few hours catching up, learning how much your dog has grown and the new music taehyung is listening to, he talks to you about his favourite music groups and you feel like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. 

you barely notice when the door opens, jimin stepping through. he sees you laugh and sees you smile, grinning  to himself at seeing you so animated. When the call with your brother finally ends, jimin wraps his arms around you and coos to you as you jump. the way you look at him like he’s your entire world makes his heart rumble with warmth, giving heat to the chill in his body. “i missed you so much, i love you so much.”he hears you whimper into his chest after you embrace him, he’s been gone for far too long, he knows that.

so it doesn’t surprise him, when his own lips form the words. “i love you too.”

“let’s go on a date,” jimin suggests, leaning an elbow on the counter at the cafe you work at. you jump when you spot him, almost dropping the mug you were drying out which causes your coworker to giggle. she and yourself had gotten a lot closer since jimin rolled around, she even noticed that you were much happier. you admit, jimin made you very very happy. 

you turn to him with a knowing look, raising an eyebrow. “a date where?” you question him lightly, watching as his dark, whiskey eyes light up when your coworker presents him with a warm hot chocolate. jimin grins at her gratefully and you shake your head, kissing his nose fondly.

since confessing to one another, you felt yourself opening up to people more. jimin helped you escape from your shell of a person, becoming a much better one at that. the man himself was more than you could ever ask for, he was kind and affectionate and you would even go as far to say you were in love with him. “i was on a walk the other night and i found this cute frozen lake nearby to your apartment complex,”  jimin explains to you with a sweet tilt of his head and you can’t help it when you lean over to wipe the chocolate moustache from his top lip. “the ice is pretty sturdy, and if i got us some skates we could play around on it for a bit.”

“that sounds like a lot of fun, why don’t we go when i’m done with this shift?” you say and lean into press a kiss to jimin’s pouty lips. he nods happily at the offer and gives you one last peck on the forehead before telling you that he will meet you back at the apartment. you arrive home from work to jimin who’s dressed in a large sweater and tight black jeans,  which hug his thighs perfectly. he hands over a warm sweater of his and lets you change before leading you to the lake. your hands are intertwined, jimin’s thumb brushes over your knuckles as you walk through the cold.

the lake is beautiful, trees surrounding it are dressed in bright lights by your lover’s doing. snow decorates the bank, creating a white blanket that crushes beneath your boots. jimin sets you down on a log and eases off your boots, he remains gentle with you while lacing up your skates, kissing your hand under the light’s once he’s done. after putting on his own skates, the man with the pink tinted hair and cheeks, guides you onto the ice and holds you close.

you gasp softly, stuttering with your steps as you glide onto the ice with jimin’s support. “that’s it, there you go, you’re skating darling!”

smiling gently, you let the boy guide you on the ice as he skates backwards, you mave effortlessly across the crystallised surface with each other in arm. jimin twirls you gently, pulling you into his arms as you pick up momentum. you look up at jimin softly, the lights illuminating his face like the very night you met him. “what?” he asks and giggles, the wind running wildly through his pink hair.

“nothing, tonight is just beautiful and i love you.”

“i love you back.” jimiin grins and pulls you into him as you come to a standstill in the middle of the lake, he leans down and captures you’re lips with  his own. they’re cushion-like and soft, and you let your arms snake around the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his soft hair. you mould together perfectly, like a key in a lock as if you were made for each other. the kiss speaks a million and one emotions, leaving you panting hot breath into the late night air. 

the pair of you skate for a while longer before deciding to head home for some cuddles, you make a move to step off of the ice but jimin stops you. 

“don’t move...” he mumbles lowly, avoiding your gaze in favour for staring at the ice below. jimin’s hand it held out to stop you, “keep your eyes on me, YN, im coming to get you.” jimin adds, sternly but you can’t help but cast a look down. 

you gasp, watching as a particularly large crack develops in the ice, itching to break through. you have no idea how deep the water goes, you can swim but it’s bean years. a million and one panicked thoughts bristle through your mind as jimin calls to you again. 

“eyes up darling, i’ve got you.” he says, making you nod your head and lift your stare to catch his warm, safe chocolate hues. jimin crouches down, wriggling on the ice with his stomach flat against it like a snake and makes his way towards you.

fear spikes up your spine as the ground below you creeks, looking as if it’s going to break through. “minnie...i’m scared” you tremble, as the man himself tries to shuffle faster. 

just before he reaches you, the ice beneath your feet gives out and you slip through into the dark depths below. you manage a scream before submerging into the water, thrashing about as your limbs start to feel heavy and cold. jimin calla you from above, screaming your name desperately. 

“jimin...” you think to yourself, the world falling black.

everything is dark, every breath you once had sucked away as you stay trapped in your mind. you hate this place, the space in your consciousness where you’re haunted by everlasting darkness. you hate it. 

but soon enough the air returns to your lungs, letting you breathe again. you choke out, desperate for the oxygen to rouse you as jimin places a warm hand on your back and lifts you into his arms.

“i’ve got you darling, you’re okay, you’re safe,” he whispers and rocks you back and forth, pressing his lips into your hair line to desperately calm you. laboured breathing turns to hiccups and sobs as you come to, digging your fingers into his cable knit sweater whilst you process your surroundings. jimin has somehow managed to get you home, the scent of your blankets making you cry harder into his chest. “YN, sweetheart...”

“i almost died...” you heave, remembering how you swore to yourself to never return to that place. the darkness. jimin frowns, squeezing you together as if he’s trying to pull all of your pain away. “promised it’d never happen again...”

“what did you promise, love?” 

you know jimin means well, he doesn’t know what you’ve been through or what your life had been before him. curling up in his arms, you let salty tears streak down the apples of your cheeks, flashes of cold icy water resonating in your mind. you shove your face further into his sweater, finding him slightly cold, remembering the ice. you let out a watery sigh, and twirl your fingers in a loose loop of jimin’s clothes. “I've... come close before...” you start slowly, screwing your eyes shut as the memories come into play. “around christmas time last year...”

jimins sits up with you in his arms, running a hand through your hair. “take your time, baby..”

“i was in a...bad accident and i lost a lot of blood, i’d never seen my mum so scared and my brother..” you pause to calm your breathing, jimin pressing just cheek into your hair as he listens quietly. “they had to do an emergency transfusion...and i promised myself i’d never do that to my parents again,” 

“i don’t want them to worry, i don’t want to be a burden, that’s why i’m out here a lone and i almost lost myself again and now im a burden to you too...” your rambling picks up, the words becoming muddled as you try to explain. jimin doesn’t complain or make you feel patronised.

instead he rolls under the blankets with you, brushing the hair from your eyes and rubbing his thumbs over your cheeks. “you could never be a burden to your family nor myself, they love you and whilst what happened to you is frightening, you fought and now you’re here with them. you are not weak or delicate, you’re strong and a survivor,” jimin whispers sweetly against your skin, letting you cling tightly to him. his words soothe over your worries heart and you hear the words that you’ve needed all a long. you needed him. “you’re so brave, and i love you so much.” 

“i love you too.”

jimin squeezes you close once more under the sheets, having a protective hold on you that no one can break. “you’re safe now.” 

and you believe that you truly are. 

“i think you should meet my parents,” you sigh into jimin’s chest. he’s somehow managed to pull his oversized jumper over the both of you, the warmth of his body clinging to you and creating a tingly feeling in your veins. he feels colder than usual, but you put it down to the light snowfall outside. “christmas eve would be nice, they’d love to meet the one who’s making their girl happy.” 

you add with a tilt of your head, looking up at the man with the impressively pink hair. his skin has paled, probably due to the cold weather as well, the sudden shift of his gaze to look at you doesn’t fail to make your heart skip a beat. “what do you think?”

jimin hums, shifting to wrap his arms around you and closes his eyes. “i don’t think that’s a good idea.” he voices, barely above a whisper. he’s so quiet that his voice falls into tune with the Christmas music playing in the background, so quiet that his soft voice blends with the harsh crackling fire. 

“what? why not? they would love you!” you say and hide the hurt in your voice, your gaze is cast aside to the badly wrapped presents you’ve made for your family. the paper is torn in places, with pieces tapped over it to over the holes. it’s crinkled instead of smooth like the ones jimin finished for you. 

“its not the right time.” he mumbles simply and you can feel him withdrawing from you. the warmth that jimin had is now a prickling ice that makes you tear away from him. his honey brown eyes open, and blink a few times as he watches you shuffle out from the sweater. your hands are cold and burn like frostbite, jimin flinches.

you couldn’t help but feel the anger bubble, boil and blister inside of you. you’d spent weeks together, built a home together and it felt like everything was going right. so why now? why not? “now’s not the right time? you don’t think after spending almost a month together that maybe it’d be appropriate for you to meet my family?” 

“things are a bit complicated for me right now.” 

“complicated? jimin what’s going with you? you’re so distant from me lately...so much-“ you start to yell, standing up now. jimin’s face remains plain, unnerved as the  christmas lights flash shades of cherry red and pine green against his creamy skin. 

“colder?” he finishes, raising his voice at you, you step back and frown. jimin sits up, pushing a hand through his pink fluffed hair and glowers. “in case you hadn’t noticed YN, i have other things on my mind aside fixing the dysfunctional world of you! you shouldn’t be so dependent on me to fix all your problems.” he spits, and the cold hard truth burns icily at your skin. eyes water as jimin stands, moving to shrug on his coat and boots. 

he was angry and you were selfish. you hadn’t  learned it seemed. you want to let him go without any last spurts of anger, but you can’t help it. something inside you needs to have the last word. “you know what jimin? fine, leave! i don’t need someone who won’t commit anyway!” you scream, but the door has already slammed and you’d already fallen to your knees, holding in your sobs.

you wake up the next morning with a crust in your eyes and the scent of pancakes filling the air. you’re in the same spot that you were last night, the blankets still wrapped around you and keeping you snug. rubbing your eyes, you sit up and shiver. the room aches with coldness and you miss the warmth that yourself and jimin shared last night. “jimin...” you whisper absentmindedly, the gravel in your voice making you sound tired. 

“here, did you sleep well?” 

he’d whispered it quietly, but he was back nonetheless and you felt your bottom lip wobble as you noticed him. jimin hands you a plate of pancakes, allowing you to eat them silently. 

“well enough,” you say, a mouthful of food tucked into your cheek. the memories of last night cause a pain in your head, but you manage well enough to prevent the conversation from dying. “what about you?”

jimin smiles at you, seemingly different from last night, leaning forward to push a strand of your hair out of your face. “it was fine, i stayed up late to get you something.” he sighs and hands you an envelope. you frown, setting your knife and fork down to open the envelope, revealing two tickets home for that evening. jimin grins as your face lights up, thumbing the envelope gratefully. 

“minnie...you shouldn’t have...” you gasp dreamily and lean over to hug him. he says nothing, but instead accepts your affection, cuddling into you.

you find yourself nearly toppling off the couch but jimin steadies you, rubbing your back. “i should have, this is the right move for us. for you.” jimin says, and you find his words somewhat cryptic, ignoring them for the smile he offers you.

the train ride is longer than you expect or rather, remember. it had been a long time since you’d visited your family or even left seoul, but the excitement of having jimin meet them overruled any feelings of boredom.

you wonder if they’ll like him, if they’ll see how deeply you’re in love with him. you know for a fact that tae will, he’d always been good at reading you. 

snow falls lightly outside, not enough to delay your journey, but enough for it to settle and form a crisp white blanket for the outside world. you know with winter comes cold and sleeping animals, sleeping plants and sleeping jimin. he looks so peaceful in the light of the snow, it’s pale colour highlighting the soft accents of his features, the slope of his nose and curve of his lips. not forgetting, the sharp of his jaw. you kiss him softly in the junction between his jaw and his neck, covering your lips at the chilly feeling of his skin. 

a while later, the train pulls into your station and you make sure to be careful with rousing jimin. the air outside is even colder than his hand in yours, but you pay it no mind as you start to lead him off of the platform. 

jimin doesn’t budge.

“jimin, lets go, we need to catch our taxi remember?” you say with a puff of warm breath into the cold. jimin stands still with his hair as rosy as his cheeks, his nose pink against the snow as he pulls up his scarf. 

“i can’t.” 

you furrow your brows and begin to approach him, grabbing onto his arm as you look up at the man pleadingly. he promised he would make it up to you, he promised he would come home with you. “what? what are you talking about?” 

“this is as far as i go, YN,” jimin starts, looking down at you with sympathetic eyes. he knows that you’re frustrated, he can see the tears starting to form in your eyes like icicles in the winter but he stands his ground and resists your pleading. “beyond that point, i don’t exist anymore.”

you blink, ignoring the stares of strangers passing by. “you’re kidding, jimin don’t be so stupid-“ 

“i’m imaginary, YN, i’m not real,” jimin starts to say slowly, and you stop struggling in his arms to look up at his face for any signs of a lie. “my name is park jimin, and i am a figment of your imagination.” 

you open your mouth to argue, question him on why he decided to pull such antics before meeting your family when it clicks. the name park jimin was one you had heard and seen before. plastered across billboards and magazines. written on lyric sheets that your brother taehyung had printed years ago. park jimin was an idol, a member of BTS, one of the biggest groups in the world. when your eyes flutter back up to meet jimin’s, his own are soft and his face shows heartache. you want to pull away from him, to scream at whatever he is, but you don’t want to believe it’s real.

you don’t want to believe that you were lonely enough at christmas to make up a friend. 

“you’re lying, how could i imagine doing all those things with someone i’ve never met?” you ask yourself more so than him, stepping back from jimin with watery eyes.

he is silent for a moment, before he takes your hands and sits on the suitcase you had packed. his clothes are in there, clothes that don’t belong to a real man. jimin takes a lush pink lip between his teeth as he panders over how to phrase is words. seconds tick by and you realise he’s cold because he doesn’t have a real heart to keep him warm. “do you remember, your accident at christmas last year?” he asks as your hand curls into his fluffy pink hair for comfort. you nod. “you remember how you had a blood transfusion? to save your life?” 

you nod again, hiccuping. “part of the real park jimin exists within you, he was the one who gave you the blood. jimin was there, the only one that night who had a matching blood type with yours,” the jimin before you explains, brushing a thumb over your knuckles as you exhale shakily. “he had only been there by chance, with namjoon hurting himself while they filmed for a show called bon voyage. he saved your life,” he adds. “the colder i get, is the more he fades within you. he may not know who you are but he is a part of you.” 

“but why him?” you cry, bottom lip wobbling at the realisation that you were still alone and vulnerable in the world. that your jimin was leaving you behind. that your jimin, the one you were so in love with, wasn’t even real. “why did you come?” 

“because jimin is a kind soul and you needed someone to guide you the right way.” he whispers and stands, his hands leaving yours to cup your cheeks. they’re  freezing, barely there and you know that jimin is about to leave you forever. staring into his dark chocolate eyes once more, you find yourself lost in a haze of emotions and gaze over his peach face and soft tinted hair, blinking away the tears that threaten to fall. jimin kisses you, letting you clutch into him as his lips mould perfectly with yours. 

your heart bursts into a thousand tiny pieces, from heartbreak or love you do not know. there is a fine line between them both. his forehead is pressed hotly against your own, as his lips find yours over and over again, claiming them while his tongue finds your mouth. the kiss is searingly passionate, and you clutch onto his pink hair just to make sure he’s real. you selfishly hope that he is. gripping him tightly, your hands roam every part of him that you can touch, trying to convince yourself that he is real and that he wouldn’t leave you alone in this shitty world. 

the tears in your eyes burn hotter than anything you’ve ever felt before, the pain crawling through the ridges in your chest and suffocating you by the throat. you can’t lose him, you panic, you can’t be alone again. jimin was all you had, jimin was the only one who understood you. he knew you more than you knew yourself, and the idea of losing that comfort sends a fresh set of tears rolling down the apples of your cheeks.

the jimin you have now is the one that you’re in love with but your grip on him loosens as he starts to fade. the coldness to your lips replaced with air and not a physical presence. 

soon enough, you are left standing on an empty platform, the ghost of christmas and love, written on your lips. 

uupon arriving your at your parents’ , they immediately bombard you with questions regarding your festive lover, jimin. each word stabbed like knives at your heart, hurting more than last. the wounds that he had left were still wide ope, showing no signs of healing any time soon. your mother and father seemed relieved  when they realised he hadn’t come, ignoring the hurt that spread through your body. 

your father later told you that your mother feared she would lose you to jimin as well, making you tremble with guilt mixed with tears that night. 

most of your days, nights and evenings are spent  relaying memories, like the  times where you’d stopped to kiss his cheek in public. you had imagined that. Or other times when he’d come up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. those were imagined to. so every time you played those little moments, the moments where you felt most happiness, you couldn’t help but well up with tears. taehyung doesn’t fail to notice the random changes in your mood, your younger brother is tender with you and lies with you on the days you refuse to leave bed on the lead up to christmas. 

believing you was difficult for him, especially when you explained to him what’s on your mind, but he holds you while you sniffle and cry about what could have been.you’re so in love, that every scent and second reminds you of jimin, repeating the heartbreaking cycle. taehyung whispers sweetly “i’m sure the real jimin would had loved you just as much,” one night when you’re curled into his arms before christmas eve. your pup, yeontan curls up with you, licking at your cheeks as if he’s wiping your tears, causing yourself and taehyung to burst into fits of giggles.

a few days before the night of, your parents blind fold you after dinner and lead you into your father’s car. taehyung holds your hand tightly as you listen to the wind whip through the windows and your parents sing along to old christmas carols. the younger helps you out of the vehicle when it comes to a stop, wrapping his arms around you to protect you from the cold. dead leaves crunch beneath your feet as they guide you, the rush of cars to your left tells you that you’re close to the city centre. a few more minutes and you’re walking up the steps of a building, listening to the keys turn in the lock and the door open with a jingling bell over its head. 

your blindfold slips off and the lights are switched on. 

you stand with your family in a quaint café with teal blue walls and white tables that swirl and curl at their feet. the chairs have sprinkles of gold and silver tinsel, twirling through them and at the counter is decked with rows and rows of sweet treats and savoury pastries. custard tarts, buns and doughnuts. pizzas, rolls and pasties. you smile widely as you move behind the counter to run your finger tips over the freshly installed coffeemaker and gawk at all the teas stocked on the shelf.

“what...what is all of this?” you ask your mother, who smiles with happy eyes next to your father. she steps towards you and takes your hands before kissing over each knuckle.

“we were going to wait until christmas day, but taehyung noticed you needed a little bit of cheering up,” she nods her head over to your brother, who only waves shyly before continuing on. “do you remember your cousin seokjin?” you nod as your mother grins widely. “he recently opened up his third chain of cafes and he needed someone to manage the store located right here, in our hometown. taehyung suggested you, seeing how much you wanted to own your own bakery one day. seokjin has told me that you have full creative freedom, as long as you report back to him with any new tasty creations you have.”

the only word to describe how you feel, is  gobsmacked, completely shocked as you stare at your little family with a warmed heart. “say something, YN.” you father mumbles worrisomely as he nears you and your concerned mother. 

you remain silent for only a few more seconds before engulfing them in a large, endearing hug, pushing more than a thousand feelings into it. taehyung watches the exchange from afar, catching your eye. “i love you guys so much.” you say, looking directly at your younger brother with a soft, heart felt smile as he rushes over and nuzzles into your long-awaited embrace.

the launch of the cafe comes on christmas eve , with many calls between yourself and seokjin occurring between then. he, along with your family, are there when you cut the ribbon for the grand opening. cameras rolling as you announce the name of the cafe ‘rosey cheeks.’ after jimin. The silk ribbon at your feet is a silent reminder of him, tinted with a baby pink, like his hair.  jimin, himself often crosses your mind, many times in fact. although you don’t know the real him, you miss the one that you shared your days with. you miss his smile, his laugh and the way his eyes creased at the corners when he did so. 

taehyung helps you keep up with the real BTS, however, showing you clips of their comebacks and the concert date in your country. to say he’s ever so pleased with the album you gift him on christmas day would be an understatement. he beams brightly at you and plants soppy kisses on your cheeks as you walk with him to the cafe. as the joyful words of ‘boy with luv’ blast over the speakers and customers munch happily on treats you’d baked that morning, you can’t help but let your mind wonder to jimin. the real jimin. you can’t help but hope that he’s happy and healthy and part of you wishes he knew who you were, so selfishly. you’re in the back, whipping up some more gingerbread men for the excited children who just mind wonder in, whilst your little brother manages the till. 

“come here often?” taehyung grins and wriggles his eyebrows at the girl his age, leaning over the counter with charming dark eyes and a look that would send anyone especially squealing. the girl shakes her head.

“didn’t you just open yesterday?” 

she walks away, but not without leaving her number for the flabbergasted boy on the corner of a napkin.  he giggles excitedly and swoons over her name and number written in cursive writing, so much so that he ignores the chime of the  bell overhead and the slight coughing of a customer. “welcome to Rosey Cheeks, blah blah, how may i help-?” taehyung looks up and through the dark hair over his eyes, pausing when he noticed who it is that stands before him. “you-?” 

“uh hi, name’s namjoon, i was wondering if you did orders to go?” the dimpled man beams and waves over the counter. four other heads and a set of cameras pop into taehyung’s field of view, and it’s with one glance that he recognised them as the members of BTS. kim namjoon, min yoongi, jung hoseok, park jimin and jungkook. “hello?” 

taehyung nods, slightly awe struck but does his best to keep his cool as his cheeks burn bright red. after all, their album (the one you gifted him) is playing over the radio. “uh yeah, we...we do...what can i get you?” 

jungkook and hoseok take a wonder around the cafe, giggling when they hear their own voices as yoongi helps namjoon to order, even signing some napkins for taehyung without the boy asking. jimin however, seems encapsulated. his chest radiates a warm energy that he believes he’s felt before, everything surrounding him seemingly familiar. that’s when he hears it, the soft humming from behind the counter. he feels attracted to it, it reminds him of home and suddenly the boy with the faded pink hair is running past taehyung and into the kitchen.

“jimin!” 

his members call, but he ignores them in favour for the voice. jimin heard namjoon hurriedly apologise for his unusual behaviour before finding himself in the glittering kitchen. silverware, pots and pans are cast across the room but all jimin can focus on is you. 

so much so, that he misses the pot on the floor, stepping in it and almost falling to his death.

that is until, you catch him. 

his dark, homely eyes meet yours in a panicked state, fluttering across your face as you hold jimin up with two arms. a small gasp tears in the back of your throat whilst you realise who it is that you’re holding and this time, he’s not cold. “jimin!” you squeal, dropping the male with a sharp thud. panic is set free in your chest, your mind going into overdrive. the park jimin, the real jimin is in your kitchen. the shock has you reeling as the pot at his feet clanks and you scramble to your knees to help the soft pink haired boy to sit up.

“do i...know you?”  he asks, accent thick with korean and god you wish he did, you can’t stand the way he’s looking at you, with earnest eyes and an innocent face because it reminds you of your jimin. wait, did he just speak to you in korean? did you just understand what he said? 

 stopping your work at brushing down jimin’s blue sweater and black and white striped top, you stare him down with wide eyes. you couldn’t speak korean to save your life, you didn’t even understand it when taehyung played their music to you, despite having family like seokjin who lived in seoul, you’d never picked up the language yourself. so how could it be that you understood him? jimin blinks over at you, looking just as confused, the thumping of his heart and the sudden rush of blood around his body causing him to furrow his brows. why was everything in his body screaming at him to pull you close? why were pictures of you together flashing behind his eyes?

“you wouldn’t remember me,” the singer hears you whisper as you settle back onto your knees, he usually only knows a few words of English but somehow he hears you perfectly. your face looks downtrodden and solemn as he watches you twiddle with your thumbs and jimin can’t help but reach over and grab one.

he runs his thumb over your knuckles and you gasp in shock, but this feels right to him. your heart rate picks up. “but i feel like i’ve known you forever. this is weird, i know that we just met and we have no clue what’s going on but i can’t help but feel that this is right,” jimin starts earnestly, grabbing your hand tighter and leaning forward to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “i feel connected to you some way or some how.” 

“i feel the same,” you whisper back with hesitance, thinking of the words that your own jimin told you. that the real one, flows within you. “do you...do you remember my name? YN?” 

the idol freezes, the hand that tucked away your hair is now cupping your cheek but it is still warm. more memories, that aren’t his, flash before his eyes but ones that are, like the day of the blood transfusion sound in his mind. “you’re the girl...from that accident,” jimin says and looks you over. “you made it!” 

“i did,” you chuckle, casting your gaze aside as jimin holds your hand tightly. “i think that’s why we feel so connected, because your blood that saved my life, flows within me. you are a part of me, and someone once told me that i would learn many things from you, even if i didn’t know the real you.”

there’s a silence for a moment, before jimin shuffles closer to you and pulls you into his blue sweater. whilst the situation is  strangely intimate, you can’t help but feel like this is normal for you. “you were in love with that someone, they were like me. i see the memories you made with them.” jimin mumbles into your hair, as you sit with him silently in the kitchen. you imagine taehyung must be having the time of his life, especially if the other members are out there.

you’re trying everything to distract from the fact that you loved him once -jimins   but the way he looks at you so understandingly makes you crumble. “i was, deeply.” you say quietly and cling to jimin, trying your best not to cry.

he carefully tilts your chin up with a thumb and forefinger, letting his whiskey eyes travel across your face. when jimin smiles, it’s like a thousand christmas lights have been lit up at once, and your heart thumps loudly in your chest just by looking at him. “why don’t we start over? and you can get to know me, the real me?” jimin looks hopeful through the pink of his hair. “of course, unless-“ 

with shaking hands, you grab his cheeks softly and thrive in the warmth that they radiate. you boop his nose after “ i would love to.” you say and offer him a bright smile, to which he mirrors. you heart bursts, happy that the last christmas bought you together, giving you a second chance at a real love.

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[padfootastic]

hello miss padfootastic I am here to see if you have ever considered writing age gap prongsfoot???? idk how that would work, but I am leaving this prompt in your inbox and running away.

miss imp!!!

i have not considered this but i am absolutely listening. age gaps are…*chefs kiss*

so, i’m thinking it can go two ways.

1. mythical monsterfucking

one of them, say sirius, is like a hundred year old vampire—bit of a crotchety old man stereotype who doesn’t really like humans and keeps to himself, travelling the world in luxury and generally doing what he wants. cue like, 20-21 year old james potter who stumbles into his path and never lets go. he’s so fascinated by sirius, sirius is a bit baffled by this small, fragile human who isn’t scared of him??? even after finding out the truth??? it’s peak sunshine-grump dynamics where j slowly breaks his barriers down until sirius is practically worshipping this little human, becoming unbearable protective & not letting anyone touch him. james goes to university with a 300 year old figure of legend as his bodyguard, nbd. gets fucked by a dick older than his family lineage. ykno, that sort of thing.

(also,,,,if u really wanna go all the way,,,,think kraken!james with multiple limbs/tentacles who’s been isolated & othered for his very long life for being different and along comes sirius, coming right up to the sea just to talk to him, hang out, tell him stories. never once being intimidated or making him feel like a freak. just—smol, human sirius teaching love and tenderness and affection to a scarred, lonely monster. that’s all)

2. the normal, perhaps more scandalous, human route.

of course, the only valid option here is a sugar daddy dynamic. let’s see. i know sirius as the older one feels more typical, but i’m thinking…businessman james encountering teenage/young adult rebel sirius who runs away from his home. james offers to give him a house and food, all above the board. over time, sirius obv falls in love with him but j is an honourable man, turns down his advances bc he doesn’t want to take advantage of someone so vulnerable. of course, there’s some dubious notions of power imbalance & stuff here but arguably, that’s what makes it fun. it’ll be a very classic younger-person-chasing-the-older-one bc i’m a sucker for that trope and i can just see sirius being a little minx, eroding all of james’ self control using whatever means he could and not even feeling a little guilty about it.

#sirius black #james potter #bambibelle #prongsfoot #the fic dani and i are writing has j & s 4 years apart but no self respecting age gap fic would call it one lol l #it’s just that—prongsfoot is such a balanced dynamic for me that it’s so hard for me imagine anything that breaks that hehe #ok i have no idea how the logistics would work but i’m also thinking of siren!sirius luring helpless james now #i have never once thought of tentacle sex before this miss imp #(other than the infamous giant squid/hogwarts fic but we’re not counting that) #but i saw ur name and suddenly it was as if no other option was possible #what is this sorcery #now. can i write any of this? debatable. u need skill for that #i can do prompts all day long but ask me to elaborate on a single one of them and suddenly i am *gone* lmao #this is also perhaps the most scandalous thing i’ve said on main lololol #pen’s notes #pen’s asks

[starfoxrry]

Holly shit! You hit too close to home with that answer. I’m sorry I made you sad. I just feel like I can’t be myself in front of anyone except my family...

god i know what you mean 😭😭😭 and no you don’t hv to apologise it’s alright. like i see ppl my age who hv moved out of the house and they have a car, a partner and a group of friends that they hang out with until dawn breaks and they go out partying and go on vacations and road trips with their friends and like idk it does make me feel like i’m missing out on a lot as a young adult and 😐 like i don’t even know if i even truly WANT to do some of those things ykno like drink and do drugs and party and participate in hook up culture or wtv bc my social anxiety is too much for me to even handle on a normal day. so idk yeah i just tend to spend a lot of time w my family too.

#answered #drug mention #alcohol mention